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I love how you did Stockholm Syndrome in this! You showed the reader slowly shitting down before turning into the Tsu’tey wants, this is a really good example of the survival method that our brains unfortunately use!!!!

As a Tsu’tey girly, I for myself this in fact would no be a kidnapping, I’d already be there 👀👀👀

A Piece of You.

Pairings: Tsu’tey x fem human reader.

Summary: He saw a part of him in you, a part that he lost long ago.

Warnings: kidnapping, death, angst, fluff, Stockholm syndrome, slight comfort, let me know if I missed any warnings.

A/n: It’s a bit late but day 6 of @quicktosimp incredible event for survive the night.

He was dying, bleeding to death as the battle was still going. Everything hurt every ounce of his body was in mind numbing pain, every single nerve was screaming from within. The worst pain of all was having his kuru cut off before he was dropped to the ground.

No more connecting to Eywa, no more seeing, no more speaking with his first love, everything was lost in one swift moment. Death was more welcoming than he could have ever imagined, despite all the pain he was slowly beginning to welcome the quietness that began to cloud his senses. No more touching, no more tasting, no more seeing. Everything began to fade in and out slowly he felt the life leaving his body, disappearing into the world of Pandora.

Once, twice, three times he took the last breathes that he could manage, the biggest ones he could bring himself to release. The air leaving his lungs and the distant sounds of his heartbeat fading.

It was all to real, all too fresh but as he closed his eyes one last time he swear he saw Eywa in all her beauty, whispering sweet nothings as you pressed a gentle hand to his head.

Tsu’tey opened his eyes, having had the last dream for the last three weeks. It was a constant reminder of his last days. You haunted him, plagued his mind at every turn, you saved him yet he didn’t have anything to show.

The dream played over and over like a broken record, he needed to find you. To have you, figure out who you were and why’d you save him. You became his new favorite obsession, his reason for living. His life was no longer the same, not without the connection; because he may not have died physically but he died spiritually and emotionally. He needed to find you, to have you. He needed the part of him that died, he needed to feel whole and you were his answer.

He searched for you, never giving up on trying to find you, but never with any luck. It was as if you were a figment of his imagination, the only proof he had was the proof of your hands that touched his body.

Tsu’tey was out, longer than usual his frustrations getting it him. It was absolutely ridiculous how often he looked for you, he needed to find you. He needed to have you, the need was for you grew deeper and deeper each day he was alive, his life with the clan a constant reminder that he was different now, no longer himself especially now that he couldn’t make tsaheylu. His doubts grew and the insecurities piled up, but before he could get sucked into his mind Tsu’tey heard the sound of leaves rustling and the sound of angry tawtute words being thrown around carelessly.

Following the noises he found you, the savior. His savior, you were real every bit of you was real and he had finally found you. Tsu’tey followed you, making sure that you were safe as you continued on with whatever you were doing. He watched you intently. Taking his time to memorize himself with your features, each little intricate detail that made you.. you. He had to have you and he knew just how he’d do it. Once darkness blanketed the world of Pandora Tsu’tey made his way to way your home resides deep inside the forest of Pandora. His took his time gathering things he was sure you’d need even though he hated sky people things he’d make an exception for you. Once Tsu’tey was sure he gathered the important things he carefully picked up your body and made the trek back to his kelku on the outskirts of the village.

Tsu’tey wasted no time getting you settled into his home, making sure you’d be as comfortable as possible when you woke up. He went the extra mile to ensure everything was to your liking. Only getting a few hours of sleep he awoke to the sound of screams, without a moment of hesitation his large calloused hand cover your mouth, letting out a hiss. “Hush vrrtep. I have brought you home, this is our home now. You are not to leave it is not safe. I will protect you and care for you now. As a mate should.”

His declaration for you was unprompted in your eyes but to Tsu’tey having you right by his side was everything he needed. He dotted and cared on you as a mate should yet he still never understood why you cried and pleaded for him to let you go. Weren’t you happy? Why didn’t you accept his gifts and his love? Why couldn’t you just accept that you were his mate now.?

Tsu’tey didn’t understand how as the days passed, the sun and moon changing you still weren’t happy with his affections of love. His gifts, each time you cried he was there to wipe your eyes. Tsu’tey didn’t understand why you were so utterly distressed with him, why the sight of him made you cry harder when for him he felt whole again.

The days grew longer and the nights grew shorter, you were sadder yet it only made Tsu’tey care for you harder. He grew to love you, see you, even though he couldn’t mate with you by completing the bond he still showed his love for you. You didn’t cry anymore, you just stopped trying and Tsu’tey hated that, even though he didn’t realize he was the reason why. His love was not pushy, his gifts, his affections, his care was just right so why couldn’t you see him for the navi male he was.

Soon the nights grew longer as the days grew shorter, it seemed your smile had returned. Tsu’Tey noticed, he was proud of himself you were talkative, aware, even returning his affections. You let him care for you as a mate should in every sense of the word. Tsu’tey was just proud that you were showing him so much love.

The day that he died he lost of piece of himself, Eywa had turned her back to him. He was denied his right to live Navi, be navi, make tsaheylu like navi. But you saved him, brought him back to life. You gave him pieces of himself back, fixing the broken male. You were his gift from Eywa, he saw her in you.

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Woke up and chose violence 😭😭😭😭

hiii!! i’m new to this whole request thingy :/ but i was wondering if you could make a fic about aonung with a runaway bride basically something about him being in love with a girl who isn’t inlove with him so she runs away to avoid being with him BUTTTT he finds her a couple years later mated to neteyam!! you don’t have to do it it was just a thought thank you!!!>.<

Hi! I really enjoyed writing this! It’s kinda short but I hope it’s up to your expectations my love. 💕

Right for me.

Pair: Agedup! Aonung x FemNavi Reader/Agedup! Neteyam x FemNavi reader

Summary: He wanted you to be right for him, and maybe in another lifetime you would have been.

Warnings: unrequited love, angst, no comfort.

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Aonung watched as you interacted with the children of the clan, always helping out and teaching them. You were sweet, kind, and overall the perfect mate for him. He had been in love with you for as long as he could remember but only now had he finally worked up enough courage to finally make courting gifts for you. He needed this to be perfect, it had to be absolutely perfect for when he finally confessed his feelings for you.

The only issue was you didn’t have feelings for Aonung, not even a little tiny crush. You saw him as a friend and nothing more, however Aonung was convinced you harbored at least a little bit of love for him.

Once you had sent the kids off and you were alone Aonung strode over to you confidently, the arrogance oozed off of him in waves. Each step closer to you he tried to ignore the nervousness, hoping that he looked as confident as he was portraying himself to be. The moment he stood before you he greeted you. Letting the moment sink in before he cleared his throat, his eyes found yours and he couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your ocean blue eyes. He loved them, no he loved everything about you.

He reached into his pouch and pulled out an armband that matched his, except yours had pearls that were the color of his eyes. He held it up proudly for you to see and take only you didn’t take it. “I wish to court you, will you be my mate?” You gently pushed away his hand with a shake of your head a soft. “I’m sorry.” Was all you could offer him.

Aonung watched as you turned away from him, away from his declaration of love. He felt broken in that moment his pride crushed, but he was determined.

The next morning Aonung woke upper determined to ever to get youu to fall for him, he searched around for you. He looked for you everywhere, it was as if you had disappeared from the village. Your was desolate, not anything belonging to you in sight. Where could you have gone? Why did you run away? You were meant to be his he was sure of it. But you’re gone.

It had been three years, three years since you had up and disappeared from the village. Aonung never gave up hope that you’d return for him ready to be his mate so he could care for you and the clan the way he was always meant to. Imagine his devastation when you returned with the sully family, fully mated with a round belly.

You had moved on, mated to another. Someone who wasn’t you and aonung hated it. He couldn’t even look at you the same, all he saw was someone who betrayed him and threw his love away.

Aonung was so sure that you were meant for him, that you’d be his mate round with his baby. Aonung was so sure that you were right for him, but maybe he wasn’t right for you.

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YES!!! The praise and degradation!!! The knife play!!! Some Lo’ak!!!!

Don’t tell him

Survive the Night: Day 1

Paring: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, kissing, masturbation, manipulation (just a tiny bit), rough sex, explicit language, mentions of blood, squirting, fingering, degradation, dirty talk, choking, knife Play,

Word Count: 5.3K

Disclaimer: All characters are aged up! if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read

Your mate Tsu’ti is a wonderful man. He works so hard to keep you safe and provided for, so much so that he’s the second in command to the clan’s new Olo’eyktan, Neteyam. He is kind and smart, and these are only some of the qualities that drew you to him. However, since he moved up in rank, he has been much busier than he was before. He leaves your kelku before dawn and comes back after eclipse when your fast asleep. The only time you get to feel his body against yours is when he snuggles into your neck at night.  

You are very happy being married to him and you have never regrated your decision, but you are extremely sexually frustrated now. He isn’t around the way he used to be. Back when he wasn't second in command for Neteyam, he was around more. Always home for dinner, always there to snuggle together before bed every night. Now you have no such privilege.  

You don’t know when this started but you can’t seem to stop yourself from doing it. Your kelku looks over a part if the warrior training ground. You always liked the high view of the forest it gave you but it always gave you access to look at your husband. Since you do not really have a job in the clan, your duties consist of making sure your quarters are kept in top shape and to take care of your husband. But he now trains in a different part of the grounds so you no longer see him. However, you do see all these other muscular men.  

They’re perfectly sculptured bodies, honestly you feel bad you've never had eyes for anyone except your husband. Though now that you are horny all the time, you notice things you didn’t before, people you didn’t before. One of these people just so happens to be Lo’ak Sully. 

Neteyam’s younger brother took up the mantle your husband held before, training young warriors, which just so happen to be right under your window. You know the brothers well now; your husband grew up alongside them and introduced you. They are always welcome for dinner and used to join you both a couple times a week.  

You feel like you have mapped out his routine from the moment he arrived to the grounds until the moment he leaves. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off him. Lo’ak has grown much over the years, his lean body, slutty waist, his huge biceps and hands. That man looks like Eywa herself carved him; you can’t believe you never noticed him before. It is not the only way he has grown but also emotionally, he matured a lot from the stories you heard about him in the pass. He is not as impulsive or reckless as he once way, there is even talk of him getting a mate in the near future.  

Today however was different, he wasn't meant to have training for the next few days because he was supposed to go on a hunting trip on his brother and your husband who has left early dawn. Here he was though, sat on a rock under the shade of a tree, sharpening his knife. You were practically drooling over him, watching his arms bulge with the movements, his grip on the knife exposed his veiny forearms. You felt like you were getting more turning on by the minute watching him.  

Lo'ak wasn’t even doing something remotely sexual, yet here you are soaking up your loincloth, essence messing up your thighs. You gnawed at your lip until it turned cherry red, ready to burst. Without thinking you slump down to the floor eyes still above the window so you could see his figure and you hand stuffed down into your folds lathering up the wetness before inserting one of your fingers. It is been so long since you have touched yourself let alone someone else touch you. You are surprised at the level of slick you feel around your fingers and thighs. 

Your other hand fiddles with the beads in front of your breast before you move them aside pinching and pulling at your nipple. Your eyes still haven’t left his frame, you aren't even sure you’ve blinked in the pass few minutes. You were so close to your first relief, thinking about all the things that man would do to you. All the positions he could effortlessly fold you into, all the ways he could make you scream using his hands, his tongue, his cock. Oh, you bet his cock is huge, you’ve heard women talking about their sexual escapades with him and it sounded fucking amazing, all the ways they described he made them cum so good.  

Lastly that big knife that looks small in his huge hands but you know you couldn’t wrap yours around the handle...you just know his handle would look so big in your hand. You roll your eyes at the thought, the wet noises coming from in between your legs as you thinking about him pressing down the cool knife on your tummy while he fucks you, feeling him run it over your body sending chills all over you. Maybe he’d drawn a little bit of blood and press his tongue down on you to clean it up. You near your release thinking about how good his tongue would feel pressed down on your skin like that- 

“Fuck!” he hissed, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You raise your head alarmed above the window sill, fingers still snug inside your pussy. He shakes his hand out watching the blood splatter in the green grass, he cut himself. “Lo’ak are you ok?” you say without even thinking. He looks up towards your voice taking note of your messy hair, blushed purple cheeks and sweet red lips, and just your overall fucked-out look. He’d be lying if he said he never thought about fucking those sweet lips- “Yea I'm fine just cut myself” he smiles softly, “you don’t happen to have a first aid kit?”  

You do have one, your husband made it a point to make sure your kept one in the house, he always said ‘you’ll never know when you get a little cut.’ Again, without thinking you nod your head and watch him stand up shielding his knife on his hip and walk up to the tree that your kelku is built on  

‘Shit oh no’ 

You rip your hands out of your loincloth and spring up, stumbling around to clean yourself up before he walks through that doorway. Lo’ak is a very skilled climb shouldn’t take him more than a few seconds to reach- “hey”  

You spin on your heel hiding your hands behind your back as you use a cloth that was thrown aside to wipe your juices off. Unfortunately for you, your hair was still messy and your clothes were shriveled and there was a wet stain on your lavender colored loincloth, as if you had spilled water on yourself, or something else. You aren’t as slick as you thought you were cleaning up. Lo’ak could smell your essence on the cushion you were previously sitting on, you didn’t even realize you leaked.  

“Hey- sit, sit I'll get the-” you stumble around looking for it through the shelves as he sits down on the cushions situated against the wall. “How’d you cut your hand?” you ask him as you walk over to him with the kit. “Sharpening my knife, not that it needed it I was just tryna relief some frustration” he sighed out.  

“What happened?  Is it because you didn’t go with this this morning?” you ask about the hunting trip. “Yea my brother told me to stay home, that I'll go on the next one so Tsu’ti can stay home then” he tilts his head back eyes still on you as you open up the kit and pull his hand into your lap. You skin is feverish, hot to the touch, ‘when was the last time your husband touched you?’ The thought crosses his mind. 

“I bet it’s been tough huh, not having him around?” you move in closer to get a better angle to clean his cut. “Yea it’s weird not having him around, sometimes I wonder what keeps him so busy” you chuckle a bit making him laugh as well. You finish up cleaning his finger and you feel his hand move up to tuck some of your loose hair behind your ears. Only then did his closeness invade you, his scent hit you like a truck ‘Eywa did he always smell so good?’ 

Your eyes raise to meet his and your noses always touch. Without another thought you brush his lips into am impulsive kiss. His lips felt so soft and warm, his hair tickled the side of your neck when you tilt your head making you squeeze your thighs together, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by Lo’ak, he felt it. You didn’t continue the kiss though, pulling away just as quickly as you kissed him.

You look up into his eyes panicked trying to decipher what he might be feeling. What have you done? No did you just ruin your friendship with him? Is he going to tell your husband? Did you just ruin your marriage? Thoughts fly through your mind at full speed as you blabber out apologies to him. 

“Sorry Lo’ak, ‘m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. Please don’t tell tsu’ti, he’ll leave me I'm sorry! I’ve just been so frustrated and he’s not around to help me and I’m sorry!” Tears spill just as fast as your words when you try to explain yourself, begging him to keep it a secret. You didn't want to end your marriage, you let your frustration get the better of you and you never meant for this to happen, especially not with someone your husband is so close to.  

“Woah- woah baby don’t cry” he pleads with you, his hands move up to your shoulder holding you in place as he tries to calm you down, continuously telling you ‘Its ok’ and ‘don’t worries’ spew from him, but none of it seems to stop your rambling. “Hey- hey y/n sweetheart, I won’t tell him.” 

 Now that gets your attention. You’ve somehow ended up half way into his lap with one leg thrown over his behind him and the other folded between the both of you, “you’re not going to tell him?” you sniffle looking up at him with wide eyes. Lo’ak brought a hand up to your face drying your tears while he shook his head ‘no’. “Not gonna tell him, I know you're not used to having him around, it is ok” he shushes you down and pull your head to his chest.  

What you don’t know is Lo’ak has wanted to fuck you since the day he met you, but you were always off limits being his friend's girl. But all things chance, never mind the fact and you are still happily mated to one of his friends, you are not satisfied. It would be wrong of him to not help you right? It would be wrong of him to leave you here in a little puddle of horniness. He knows you can’t help yourself the way your husband might be able to. So maybe if he offers his help...you wouldn’t have to tell your husband.  

Maybe you’ll take it and he’d be able to fuck you like he always wanted to. He'd be able to get down in that cunt and ruin it for you. He just knows you’d love that from the drunken conversation he once had from your husband, he knows you like it rough. Lo’ak inhales deeply, his nose buried in your hair as you rest on his chest. His skin is warm, almost hot. He’s always loved the way you smelt, every time you pass by him, he gets a whiff of your sweet conditioner, make from sweet flowers and fruit essences.  

Lo’ak shuts his eyes before making his little moves, nothing too obvious but he just wants to make sure you don’t say no when he asks you his pending question. One of his hands run up and down your back soothing you, but this time it runs a bit lower to the base of your tail. His index and middle fingers open to curly around it subtly. Curtius of your drunken husband again, there is a lot of things Lo’ak knows about you that he shouldn’t.  

This for instance, he shouldn’t know playing with and pulling on your tail turns you on. He also shouldn’t know you like it when your mate starts you off gently then rails you roughly until you cum. But Lo’ak isn’t gonna stop just after you cum, he’s never getting this chance again he’s gonna give it to you until you passing out cock drunk on him, or until he’s shooting blanks.  

Your thigh tightens a bit around his hip and you sniffles come to a minimum as you feel his hand on you. Your tail thrashes a bit feeling the tinges his fingers send down to your hole. Your lips part slightly and you breathe through your mouth. Hot breath hits his chest and he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. His fingers then grip the base of your tail and with small squeezes until he runs it up to the fluff at the end before letting it go and starting over again. His other hand moves down to your ankle that is folded in his lap, his fingers brush over his before softly gripping and messaging the bone. 

 Because of your compromising position, that hand, those fingers are dangerously close to your pussy, to where you want him the most. You have to continue to remind yourself of your husband but it doesn’t really help you. Your mind runs circles around only one thing, one person. Lo’ak  

His hands feel so good on your skin, so warm. Your mind runs to the times your husband touches you with cold fingers and you subconsciously compare both men. You feel bad you really do, this is wrong. Sitting in the arms of another man and letting him touch you in ways only your husband should. A sharp tug to your tail pulls out of your thoughts and your body shifts up instinctively making your clit brush against the knuckle of his hand. The double stimulation makes you moan pathetically and you raise your head to look at him with wide eyes.   

Lo’ak can see how conflicted you are, on one hand you want to be loyal to your husband and he doesn’t blame you at all for that, but on the other he knows he want him to put his cock down on you just as much as he does. “Lo’ak-”  

“Shh... I know you miss your husband sweetheart, but he left you like this, alone and horny right? Wanna let me help you out” his voice sound so sweet but you push down the thought immediately protesting. “Lo’ak that cheatin-” 

“Baby, today is only the first day of the hunting trip, he’s gonna be gone for a week most likely, maybe longer if they don’t hunt enough, are you really gonna suffer yourself for that long, let me help you out, I know you want me to” 

Lo’ak hand moves from your ankle to your loincloth smoothly, rubbing the wet spot you created over your clit making you pant through parted lips, “Look how wet you are sweetheart? I've barely even touched you...you don’t really want me to stop to you” he asked sweetly rubbing circles on your swollen nub. 

You bite your lip looking up at him and eyes water. You aren’t sure if it is because if how guilt you feel letting him feel you up in such an inappropriate way or if it is because you don’t want him to stop. “You didn’t answer my question sweet girl you want me to stop?” he asks again. His movements slow down a bit as if he's about to stop. 

You don’t know what to say. He fingers feel so good on you. This is wrong your married. But he’s gonna make you cum. But this is cheating. But your finally gonna get some relief after so much weeks of waiting for your husband to be available.  

Screw it. You stretch your head up bringing him into a heated kiss, he immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His hand starts moving faster on your clit drawing out whimpers into his mouth. He takes the opportunity and sticks his tongue in exploring your entire mouth, his tongue is long maybe he’ll stick it in your- 

He uses the hand that was playing with your tail and wraps it around your back pulling you further into his lap. Your legs stretch out and curl around his lower back. Your hands move up to his arms squeezing the muscle between your fingers. You moan and whimper into his mouth before he picks you up off the ground effortlessly and places you down on your sleeping mat.  

Thanks to your husband you have a big seven-foot mirror sitting right in from of the mat. You watch your flush reflection, messy hair, purple blush now down to your neck, tear-stained cheeks. You look like you just had sex when in reality you haven’t even started yet. You find yourself comparing both men again, you never look like this when your husband fucks you, or when he is about to fuck you. 

Lo'ak moved his body behind yours, legs spread and he pulls you back to his front. You lean your head back on his firm chest making eye contact with him in the mirror as he runs his hands over your body. “You won’t tell him I touched you right?” you shook your head no. “Because you that if he finds out that will be the end of me seeing you, forever” the thought makes you pout slightly but you nod anyways.  

He smirks in the mirror as he unties your loincloth from around your hips and toss it to the side, he spreads your legs throwing both your knees over his thighs then he wastes no time bringing his hand back down to your clit, circling the bud before running his fingers down your wet slit. 

You mewl and shut your eyes when he inserts his middle and ring finger into your hole. You feel like you are about to cum and he just started. “You look so pretty baby” he says watching you in the mirror as you moan and squirm in his lap. 

“Taking my fingers so well” his voice deep edges you on more, “Does your husband do this with you baby? Does he finger your sweet cunt?” you feel his chest vibrating behind you, almost like he’s purring when he speaks to you. “Ah- yea, so-sometimes he does yea.” you mumble out. 

“He doesn’t stretch you out before he fucks you sweetheart?” his free hand moves your beaded top to the side to play with your perky tits. “no- no time” you moan as you near your release. “Coming! Coming Lo’ak” without a reply you squirt on his fingers, juices spray messing up the mat and a few cushions, some even end up on the mirror across the room.  

“Fuck I didn’t know you could do that sweetheart” Lo’ak says in awe of what he just made happen. You pant trying to catch your breath as you lean your head back on his shoulder and closer your eyes, “never done that before, first time” you blush bringing your hands up to cover your face.  

He grabs a hold of your hands pulling them from your face and looks down at you, “So, if that enough can I go?” you look at him shocked, he’s leaving you like this? Just like that be burst out laughing in your face. “Oh no sweetheart you don’t really think I’d leave you like this? What kind of man do you think I am” he buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking but being careful not to leave any marks. You pull your hands away from him and elbow him int he ribs before sitting up and facing him.  

He was about to protest but when your hands untied the string holding your top and let it drop to the ground, he suddenly had no complains. Lo’ak looked at your tits wickedly, as if he had planned beforehand what he would do. He did, you just didn’t know that yet. He pulled you closer by your hips, pulling your chest right into his face. He sucked on your nipples one by one, pinching and pulling on the other that wasn’t in his mouth. You whimpered and wiggled in his grasp. 

You sat yourself down on his lap feeling his bulge through his loincloth, you grinding down on him moving back and forth making yourself feel good on his body. Lo’ak started moaning from your movements, his grip on you becomes tighter.  

You bring both your hands up to the sides of his face, threading your fingers through his braids. You pull his head away from your chest and you to your face to kiss you. For the first time since he’s been like this with you, Lo’ak moaned. You felt that you could cum untouched from the noise he just made. It made you giggle against his lips thinking about it. He pulled away looking at you confused, “Why are you laughing?” he smiles at your sweet laugh.  

“You sound really sexy when you moan” you smile before going back into the kiss, this time he laughs and mumbled a ‘thank you’ against your lips. Your hands moved down his chest and abdomen slowly, soaking in the feeling of all the ridges down his abs as your soft fingers move. You eventually make it down to his loincloth trying and failing to untie it. Lo’ak makes no more to help you though, he finds your struggling entertaining.  

You give up pulling away from the kiss and looking down at his knot trying to undo it, ignoring the sound of his amused laughter. You glimpse the knife he has shielded away on his hip and pull it out of the protective strap. “Woah-” his eyes flash in panic like you were about to hurt him but quickly calmed down when all you do was cut the string holding his loincloth together and he lets out a breath of relief. 

You hold the knife up in the air next to your faces as you watch his cock spring out of the confinement and slap his abdomen right under his belly button. Your eyes widen slights are you watch his sheer size; you have never taken anything that big before. “Like what you see?” your eyes follow the voice back up to his face to see him laid back against the wall smirking at you.  

You bite your lip looking at him prettily, “Yea it’s really big” your free hand moves to stroke him a bit. Your fingers don’t touch because you can’t full wrap your hand around his cock but you still give the head a nice squeeze, hearing him let out a deep groan and throw his head back.  

“You know Lo’ak, earlier before you came up, I was watching you, I was watching you sharpen your knife, and you looked so hot doing it...you handle it so well I mean, look at it in my hand...” you bite your lip gesturing the knife that is the size of your entire head in your other hand. Lo’ak was so engrossed in watching your small hand pump his cock he almost didn’t realize you were speaking to him.  

His eyes raise up to your other hand watching your small hand wiggle it in the air, your fingers couldn’t fit around that either. “Gosh baby” his big palm came and covered yours holding the knife and he smirked while it took it out of your hand. “You wanna play with this?” he asked you as he moved the hand with the knife behind your back pressing the point to the top of your neck. 

The cold metal made your gasp for air as you lean forward closer to his body, both your hands now pumping his cock together making him feel good. Lo’ak begins to move the knife so the sharp tip is pressed up against your soft skin, but not enough to actually cut you. The slight pinch for the blade feels so pleasurable, you had no idea you would have liked it so much, but here you are. 

Lo’ak drags the knife down your back slowly, making sure you feel very bit of the drag. Your tail comes up to wrap around his forearm as you tilt your head back slightly, still looking him in the eye. “You liked that baby?” you quickly, and a bit desperately nod your head. “Listen I’m going to do something, if you don’t like it, I need you to say to work ‘red’ ok?” he speaks in a serious tone making sure you understand and when you nod your head once more, he takes it as a sign to continue.  

“You are going to make me cum with those pretty hands yea? And if you don’t, I’m gonna start cutting” he’s tone changes quickly back into a very seductive one. “Cut what Lo?” you pout dumbly. “You sweetheart” he brings the knife down to one of your thighs and press to metal tip down into your skin, not enough to draw blood but just so it will hurt a bit, and leave a small dent.  

Your breathing picks up as you tilt your head down and let a heavy drop of spit fall on the head of his cock, he whimpers at the feeling before his jaw went slack watching you pump for slit all over his entire length. Lo’ak feels like his body lagged by the way you so effectively made him want to cum all over your pretty face.  

He moves the knife around your body, occasionally pressing down leaving small dents and marks all over. The process makes your cunt slick, and creates a deep purple blush on your face. Finally, he draws blood, the knife kinked right beneath your collarbone making you whimper. Lo’ak brings his head closer to the part of your body that now slowly drips blood.  

Now you have imagined this before, but you never thought it would feel like this. His warm tongue makes contact with your skin, you get chills down the length of your spine. Your hands stutter before continuing the fast movements bringing him closer to his release. It feels so good, you throw your head back, mouth ajar as you pump him faster and faster.  

Lo’ak groans into your skin when he shoots his cum all over your tummy and hands. He pulls away watching you pant as if you just came, you bring one of your hands up to your mouth and licked it clean making eye contact with him. “Fuck baby you are just perfect aren’t you” he roughly grips your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.  

The roughness catches you off guard but you welcome it happily. Your whimpers are cut off by this tightening grip on the sides of your neck, the way he presses down on your windpipe is just so fucking good. You break the kiss tilting your head up so he can have full access, “Oh you dirty bitch” he chuckles darkly, “you like getting choked, you want me to cut off your air and make you high sweetheart...damn does your husband choke you like this to get you off baby? You like feeling his one hand cover your entire throat?” Lo’ak smirks, laughing softly while he speaks. 

He finds it very amusing the way you, turn into a full-blown freak when he thought you were such an innocent little husband pleaser. You are fucking perfect. If he has known all this time, you’d be this nasty he would have tried to fuck you a long time ago. “Lo’ak please-” you wheeze out. 

“Please what baby?” he teases you. He loves hearing your sweet voice beg him, he has no intention of wasting time though. He lets go of your neck and grips your hips before spinning you onto all fours. You are facing the mirror now and you watch him get up on his knees behind you. “I want you to watch yourself take my cock. I want you to make sure you remember no one else can fuck you the way i do, not even your sweet husband” he rubs your ass and up your back as he speaks, gripping and spreading your cheeks to get a better view. You don’t even get a chance to reply when you feel his cock rubbing between your wet folds.  

Lo’ak pushes in slowly glancing from your reaction in the mirror to the sight of his dick disappearing inside you inch by inch. He watches your body drop down onto the mat head still facing the mirror. Now he has more than one perfect view off your arch. When he bottoms out, you both moan in unison. Feeling his grit stretch you out like no one ever has, he is quite possibly the biggest cock you’ve ever taken, and you're loving it.  

When he stars moving you feel like you're seeing stars, your mouth gaping just like your cunt and you mewl loudly at his rough thrust. He is quite literally fucking you into the mat, you can barely breath as he pounds into you. “Fuck- Lo AH!”  

“Yea you like that baby- like feeling my big cock fuck your little hole, yea I know you like that you slutty little thing” his words come out through gritted teeth and his hands come down to around your neck, effectively pulling your head off the mat and pulling you back into his thrust the same time. You scream as you look at yourself in the mirror, new tears fall down your cheeks but this time from pleasure. You aren’t sure if you're coming because of his vulgar words, or because he is fucking you so good.  

A combination of both feels right. He looks so sexy, he looks like he was meant to be the man fucking you, he looks like he’s gonna come. You watch him throw his head back his grip on you somehow becomes stronger when you gush all over his cock and thighs. He looks down at your leaking pussy, “Shit baby, came so fucking good for me” he pants out and speeds up his thrust ready to come. “Where do you want it sweet girl?” he lets your head go and it falls back to the mat, he bends his head down to your ear when he asks his last question.  

“Mifa Lo’ak pleaseee” you beg. He is 100 percent not in his right mind, he is definitely not thinking about the detrimental consequences this could have on you both. But who cars right now it feels good. It feels right. When he releases his load, he kissing your neck and whimpering sweetly into your ear, “fuck, fuck, fuck” then your both fall to the side together, his body curling around yours. Your eyes are shut as you both lay in silence, you know what you’ve done is beyond wrong, but you can’t find it in yourself to be guilt, at least not right now. Oh well that’s tomorrow's problem.  

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Damn yes, I need more boo 😩

A fragile hate

Pairings: AgedUp Neteyam x Fem Reader

Summary: Neteyam was never the same after his incident.

Warnings: MDNI, knife play, one sided pining?, a twisted type of attraction, mean Neteyam, sweet reader, jealousy, mentions of blood, marking, bruising, biting, bondage, abusive relationships

A/n: A big thanks to @quicktosimp for making this event! I absolutely like it and I’m super glad I’ve gotten the chance to try and further my writing with this event.

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Neteyam and his family had returned back to their home after the war was over, after nearly dying it felt as if his brain chemistry was altered in the worst way possible. He detested spider, couldn’t stand the sight of him and any other human for that matter.

You were no different despite how you liked to think you were, Neteyam felt like you were beneath him. You were no better than the humans on earth despite having being born on Pandora. You were nothing special, nothing but a toy for him to use and take his anger out on despite your softer more frail body Neteyam enjoyed to leave marks, marks that took a long time to heal. You were his release when he felt overwhelmed with life and mostly his thoughts. On days the day of him nearly dying played over in his mind he’s used your body to his hearts content, and poor you. You were so utterly in love with the beautifully, damaged male that you didn’t mind the mistreatment, it brought you a sense of gratitude knowing that only you could satisfy whatever storm was brewing inside his head.

Most days Neteyam told himself he couldn’t stand the thought of you, let alone the sight of you. So why was he watching as you interacted happily with spider, your hands moving wildly as you spoke. He hated that smile on your face, he hated that you were smiling for someone else. In his mind you were his, not because he loved you. Far from that or maybe in some sick twisted way he did have feelings for you. However all he knew was that you were his and his alone to do whatever he pleased with. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone else for anything, at all. Only him.

Pushing himself off the tree Neteyam stalked over to you and spider, he knew you felt his presence without even needing to look up. He saw the way your body shuddered as you stood up straight now. His hand laying on the top of your head to appear as if it was a soft form of affection when in reality for Neteyam it wasn’t that at all, at least that’s what he told himself. He felt you lean more into his touch, his finger lifting to give you a gentle pat before moving down to caress the back of your neck. Neteyam couldn’t see the way you closed your eyes and but your lip basking in the rare soft touch he was offering.

He watched as spider began to squirm finding it obvious now that he understood Neteyam was claiming you as his. Neteyams stare on spider hardened before he tilted his head in another direction, spiders tense form relaxed and he made no noise to disagree, he simply turned to leave. Neteyam’s harsh glare now directed at your small frame still basking in this soft touch he felt his demeanor crack slightly before it hardened back up. Anger at you talking to spider now coursing through his veins.

He gave your neck a gentle tap before tugging slightly, pulling your small frame flush against his Neteyam let out a small huff. “Let’s go.”

Without much else to be said Neteyam led you away to the secluded area you were both familiar with. The lush green plants covered and hid this area away from prying eyes and open ears. Neteyam liked that here in this spot he could let himself go and unleash all his problems on your and your pretty little body. He let go of your neck and moves around to the duffel bag he kept his away, Neteyam knew better to leave things out especially with you and your curious mind around. He pulled a rope from the confinements of the bag along with his favorite knife, pushing the bag away he turned around to see you already undressed with your clothes nearly folded to the side.

His eyes racked over your body slowly, he felt his cock swell at the sight of your still bruised body, the dark purple marks of his hands that have touched you in every way imaginable. Neteyam stood to his full height as he stalked towards you slowly, taking his time to access your body more. His mind playing over ways he’d have your already slick pussy stretching around his length as he fucked into you roughly. He growled just as he stood behind you still dressed in his loincloth, his bulge pressing against the back of your head.

He stared down at you as you tilted your head to stare up at him, your raunch eyes held nothing but warmth for the cold male and despite his deep hated he pushed away just how pretty you looked staring up at him like that. His free hand wrapped round the front of your neck gently, his thumb grazing at your lip. He opened his mouth to let a trail of saliva drip from his tongue, your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to receive his spit as if it was the greatest gift he could offer you.

His gaze was hard as you began wiggling, he looked away lifting his hand that held his knife and the rope up, his eyes drifting back to you. “Hands up.” He ordered and without a second thought you lifted your hands, he began to tie your hands together, using his best knot he made sure the hood was tight and secure. He tugged you forward the closest tree with a low hanging branch. Throwing the other end of the rope over the tree branch he pulled the rope until your body was slightly suspended in the air, at the perfect position for him to have access to your pussy. Neteyams ears perked up at the sound of your quiet little gasp, he couldn’t see you but he knew that your face was flushed as you realized what was about to happen.

Neteyam walked around your suspended body watching the way you took ragged breathes, your body stretched out from hanging. He listened to the sound of your quiet moans as he dragged the length of his knife against your skin, letting the tip of blade lightly scratch you. He watches as your skin turned an angry red color, little droplets of blood began to seep through the tiny scratches, and he was pleased. Without warning he tranced the tip of the blade down the middle of your back, dragging it down over the curve of your ass and around the inside of your thigh gently.

Neteyam watched the way your body trembled from the pain as you tried to keep from squirming against the blade. He moved the blade closer to your slick cunt his eyes trained on your face to watch for any sudden reactions and movement. When he saw none he placed the cool metal of the blade against your swollen clit, listening as you moaned softly at the cold metal.

“You belong to me, don’t forget that.” Neteyam murmured loud enough for you to hear, it never amazed you how his thick navi accent blended sweetly with his English, it made goosebumps form on your skin.

Neteyam pulled the knife away from your slick pussy, replacing the cool metal with his hot throbbing length. His free hand wrapped around your waist as his hand with the knife moved to your neck where he pressed the tip of the knife against your vein. You held back a wince as the tip of the blade nicked at your skin.

He listened to your whimpers, the sound of your soft whines made his length throb as he pressed the tip of the blade deeper into your neck, his length grinding up against your drenched pussy before pressing itself between your folds. Neteyam groaned softly as he pushed into your slick cunt, he loved the way you instantly squeezed around him.

He began thrusting in and out slowly, forcing his entire length into you until he had completely bottomed out. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he began thrusting roughly, he let out a deep growl as he felt you tighten up as he dragged the blade of his knife down from your neck down the valley of your chest before circling around your left breast. the knife leaving angry puffed skin in its wake as he teased your nipple with the tip.

His mouth latched onto your bleeding neck lapping at the blood as he continued to fuck into you. Neteyam didn’t need to see you to know your eyes had rolled back and your lips were parted as you let out cries, the way your pussy was steadily fluttering around his length he knew he was fucking your tight pussy just the way you liked.

“Good girl, you always take me so good.” Neteyam whispered against your neck, nipping at your already bruised skin. He kissed and nipped at your skin smearing blood around the places he kissed before he bit down on your neck roughly.

His fangs sunk down into your skin, marking you up as his just as he empty his load into your needy pussy. A deep growled vibrated from his chest as he felt your cunt milking him for every last drop. His hips stuttered momentarily, and for a moment he was still, just as still as you were.

He pulled away completely taking the time to survey the damage done to your body and pride swelled up in his chest at his art work. You. You looked so pretty to him bruised and marked, and even though you didn’t come neteyam loved the fucked out expression on your face. He marveled at the sight of you before starting all over again.

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Holy shit 🫣

Every mans rage.

Pairings: Jake x FemHuman Reader

Summary: He hated you. For reasons unknown, unknown to you that is.

Warnings: MDNI, hate fucking, tw: Dubious Consent, kinda angsty, mentions of cheating, size difference, fingering, mean Jake, mouthy reader, p in v, mentions of creampies. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Jake was crouched down listening to the conversation you and Neytiri had, you ignored the glare that seared your skin. His gaze hot and angry and you never understood why his stare made forgotten emotions bubble up.

You successfully ignore him, pretended he did not exist as Neytiri taught you things about Na’vi babies. You had taken to helping around with young Na’vi mothers and their babies when they needed time. Meaning you spent a lot of time within the camp and around everyone even the Olo’eyktan himself, Jake, and while you were able to avoid him most time other times it was awkward. His stare never left you, always glaring deep into you with a burning hatred you couldn’t begin to fathom.

This instance was no different, after a few moments got up. Wishing Neytiri a quick goodbye, you hurried out their home trying to make it seem like you weren’t trying to run for the hills. Whatever tension you felt instantly deflated from your body. You felt the air deflating your lungs slowly, yet you still hurried off as fast as you could.

To focused on the feelings that consumed your body you were unaware of the Na’vi male that grabbed ahold of your arm. You let out a startled gasp as your attention fell on none other than Jake himself. You scowled instantly, the irritation already bubbling up in your chest.

Jake said nothing as he dragged you through the forest. Each time you’d try to fight him off he’d simply tug your smaller body harder, nearly causing you to topple over as you ran were forced to keep up with him. “Stop fighting.” Jake said, you didn’t have to see his face to know he was beyond irritated, so you said nothing in return only difference was that you followed behind with no complaints. Once he came to a stop you yanked your arm free of his hold. “What the fuck is your problem?” You questioned him.

Jake was pacing back and forth quietly as he ran his fingers down his face. “You! You are my fucking problem y/n!.” He exclaimed, the agitation ran deep. “Why did you come here? To remind me of my old life? Why didn’t you just stay the fuck away?!” He yelled out. You were stunned.

“How is any of this my fault?” You questioned, you were baffled by his accusations. “You’re the asshole who’s holding onto the past! A past you can’t seem to forget, that’s not my fault! Do not blame me for the things you can’t let go jake.” Your voice was thick with anger as you spoke, to be placed for the blame of something you had no control over. You didn’t say for a response didn’t have the need for it, so instead you turned to make your exit only to be stopped by Jake wrapping his hand around your neck. You let out a startled gasped as he pulled your body close to his.

Your body pressed flush up against jakes larger one, he trapped your body between him and tree. His hold on your neck tightening. “You are a constant reminder of everything. Everything good and that is a pain. Now you will show me respect I am your Olo’eyktan.” Jake growled out. And honestly you should have listened should have kept your mouth shut but you couldn’t, you just had to push his bottoms.

“What? A constant reminder of how good I made your dick feel? Hate seeing me because it’s a reminder that you use to be balls deep inside me? Fucking me all night. And now you can’t touch me! You can’t do shit so let me go and leave me alone.” You retorted, the tension between you two crackled in the air like fireworks on the forth of July. His and your heavy anger filled breathing filled the quiet, suffocating the two of you until he broke it first. “You are a reminder of everything and I hate that. You shouldn’t have come here, you should have left back to earth y/n.” His voice was so quiet undertones of anger and before you could respond his lips were on yours.

Every ounce of anger was portrayed in that bruising kiss, he took complete control. Willing your body to submit as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth so he could explore every inch of your mouth. Refamiliarizing himself with the taste of your lips.

The kiss was bruising and his hands, fuck his hands as they roamed over your body. Large calloused hands that gripped at your breast thighs and ass. This was no normal make out session this was Jake trying to reclaim a slither of control not just over you but the situation in general he needed to establish a sense of dominance.

He tugged on your clothes briefly breaking the kiss to pull your shirt over your head before capturing your lips in another heated kiss, blindly tossing the shirt to the side his hands work your shorts pulling them down with your panties in one swift movement. He left you bare in only just your bra.

He took advantage of your nakedness, his fingers danced around your folds teasing your already slick cunt. His thumb found your clit easily, teasing the swollen bud while he pushed his finger inside of you. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clinging onto his finger, he began to pump his finger in and out of quickly. “Fuck.. you’re still so tight.”

You cried out as he fucked into you with one finger before slowly adding in a second finger, he took his time slipping it inside. Once two of his digits were buried deep inside hell started back up his quick and rough pace, his fingers hitting deep inside reaching parts of you only he knew drove you wild. You whimpered and moaned as you squirmed around in his hold, the bark of the tree digging into your skin.

Soon his fingers were replaced with the tip of his dick, feeling him thrust inside with one go. You cried out as he stretched your walls, forcing you to take his new length and girth, your walls squeezing onto him tightly. Jake groaned as he buried his face into your neck, placing harsh kisses and nips against your skin. His fangs grazing your skin with every mark he made. His thrust were hard and rough, each one hitting deeper than the last causing your body to rock against the tree harder.

“Take this dick y/n, you need to know your place.” He growled out, each word matching a singular thrust. “You will show me respect in every way of the word.” He grounded out. He was establishing dominance. Dominance that mixed with hate, pure unadulterated hate, and even after he finished inside you he made sure you understood just how deep his hate ran.

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I volunteer as a tribute

Run Baby Run

Survive the Night: Day 2

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: MDNI 18+, NON-CON, Fingering, predator/prey, explicit language, bondage, gagging, rough sex, biting/marking, mentions of bleeding/blood, blowjob, double penatration

Word Count: 4.1k

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The RDA just landed back on Pandora about one month ago. Only now did they decided to wake up all the avatars from cryo. They are meant to aid in finding new land to build the main outpost on. After all, they do want to be cautious this time around, it has been 20 years since the last time the humans have been on the green bioluminescent moon.  

You walk with your group of four through the forest trying to find a clearing for the RDA to dig up and start building on. There were many groups that were given specific parts of the moon to map out, collecting data for future use as well. Unfortunately for you, your group was placed in the Omatikayan territory. In their forest 

This section of the forest was not meant to be used as they will not interact well with humans after the last time they were around, which to you is understandable. What you do not account for is the predators that roam the forest. Your team consist of two ex-army soldiers, a scientist and a doctor, you. 

Two big men with guns should be enough to keep you safe, but that just isn’t true on an unfamiliar planet. You skip over tree roots as you make your path through the dense bush, occasionally turning back towards your grow to make sure they are still close behind you.  

You make jokes and laugh as you move through but everything comes to a stop when an arrow with green and yellow feathers hit the chest of one of your men. You watch his body drop to the floor and spin around looking in the direction of the arrow. However, the na’vi blend in amazingly with the surroundings, you don't see jack shit. 

The other man holds his gun up aiming at his surroundings ready to shoot anything that moves. The scientist calls in for back up but no one answers, something must be jamming your signal. Thats so odd, how can something stop your communications this deep into the forest, one of the main features of the tech that was designed to be used on Pandora was it only have one specific device to jam communications like that, and only humans have it so how is it out here? 

Your thoughts get cut short when the other man is shot in the back, arrow sticking out of his chest when he falls onto his front. You make eye contact with the scientist before your both becomes panicked, “Is your tracker on? You can back track it and go back to the ship” you ask her your tail sways anxiously in the air. “Yea I got it” she whispers and grips my hand as we look around. I give her hand a squeeze silently reminding her of the protocol we were supposed to follow. 

If the group ever gets into an altercation, the remaining team is supposed to scatter into different directions, because the less people we lose, the better for the RDA. “Ready?” you glance at her seeing her nod, “Go!” you shout and run in the opposite direction from her. You run as fast as you can away from the na’vi even though you can’t see them. You have no intention of dying today. 

You quickly make your way through the unfamiliar terrain, jumping over small logs and continuously running into big leaves. Honestly, it is upsetting you quite a bit at this point, are you not supposed to be taller? Why is everything hitting you in the face.  

You are harshly pulled back to reality by the sound of heavy footsteps running after you. Not one pair, but two. ‘Fuck’ The adrenaline running through your body makes you pick up speed, as if that was even possible and you feel like you are flying in your feet. You don’t even take a second to look back, too scared at what you might see. The last thing you need is two giant blue creatures chasing you with knives. 

In the distance you see a fallen tree ‘this must be the remains of hometree from all those years ago’ you beeline straight for it. ‘No way they would come in here this must be too painful for them.’ You didn’t take into consideration, some of the na’vi never had to go through the pain of losing hometree.  

When you make it to the base of the tree, you glance behind you no longer hearing footsteps or seeing anyone, you still choose to hide out inside. The planet was getting darker but not so much that the bioluminescent effects came into view yet. When you walk in, as expected it is total darkness, besides the faint light that can be seen on the other end of the tree, which is now a tunnel. Grass has grown on the inside bottom of the tree and you are pretty sure you can make out the silhouette of vines handing from the top. You sit close to the entrance you came in and took the backpack off your back.  

Rummaging through it to see if you have anything useful, you find a mini flashlight and some rope while you were searching for your tracker. But low and behold, nowhere in sight. It must have dropped out the side pocket while you were running but you didn’t want to risk going back out there, at least not yet.  

After a about 3 minutes of sitting with your legs to your chest, arms wrapped around them. You hear shuffling outside; the rustling of leaves makes your nauseous. The footsteps are back, they found you? Oh no you are about to die. You put your head down in the space between you praying to every form of God you know, Eywa included for the great mother to spare your life. 

When the sounds stop you raise your head and scramble to flick the flashlight on, pointing it outwards in front you. Your view is blocked however when 4 muscular, blue legs come into view less than a meter away they stand, just starting at you. You love the flash light up their bodies, taking note of the rock-hard abs and strong veiny arms on both na’vi men, but what scared you would have to be the grins they were sporting, fangs on full display. 

 The taller of the two was smirking down at you, his hair was braided and lose down his back, it was long properly as long as your hair. The other was ginning down at you sickeningly scary; his hair was also braided but pulled loosely into with a hair tie, a couple braids feel over one side of his face.  

‘You’re about to die’  

“Well well, brother look what we have here” the shorter one speaks up, he is speaking English, his tone was so condensing perfectly matching his facial expression. Yon only now realizes, this one has five fingers, like you.  

“Please just let me go...” tears wield up in your eyes your vision becoming blurry as you look up at them from your sitting position, “I'll never come back to the forest again please” your eyes shift from one brother to the next trying to hit a soft stop somewhere but you know they most likely don't have one for anyone who is a part of the RDA but you still try.  

“Lo’ak look at this, it is about to cry” the taller one chuckles darkly when he kneels down to your level, his four fingered hand comes up to your face swiping away the stray tears that fell down your face. The other man who you now learned is names Lo’ak, laughed at you.  

“Such a nice little figure too huh bro” he replied they were still ignoring your pleads as the chuckled at your terrified form. He kneels down next to his brother and gripped your calf and pulling your leg harshly away from your body. You underestimate his strength when he pulls you and your entire body drags on the grass making you scream. Either way, he doesn't let go, only gesturing for his brother to pull on your other leg.  

Your pleads get louder and you accidentally drop the flashlight, it hits a rock breaking the light so now its darker, safe for the new found bioluminescent vines and grass that have grown on around the fallen tree. They chuckle and laugh at your scared gasped as the area got darker. You launch forward at their hands on your legs and try to get out of their grip, but they were too strong.  

You give up trying to pry their hands off you and opt for kicking and screaming instead, they grips did not falter but you try anyway. “Please, please let me go!” you shout out. The taller of the two speaks, “No I don’t think we’ll be doing that, so can you stop... It’s getting annoying” his voice is deep, stern. If you weren’t so frightened for your life, you might think it was hot. “Yea just relax a bit, and maybe we might let you go when were done” Lo’ak spoke.  

“What? After what-” you were cut off by the taller pulling out a knife from the side of his loincloth and gripping your t-shirt at the top. “Wait!” you try to use both your hands to keep his hand away as you cry, “Eywa, Neteyam you are going to give the girl a heart attack, we can’t fuck a dead girl” he grins wickedly making Neteyam laugh. “WHAT?!” you scream, his words catch your attention and you loosen your grip on Neteyam’s wrist involuntarily giving him an opening to cut your top down the middle ripping it off. You pull your hands to cover your chest even though you were wearing a bra. 

Both men effortlessly remove your hands from blocking the view as you squirm to get out of it, “Wait- I wait- Boys can’t we talk about this?” you try to reason with them but they ignore you once more. “She’s quite pretty, even when she cries, Lo’ak you did a good job picking this one” He tilts his head to the side to look at his brother before turning back towards your smaller form.  

“Eywa yea, we are going to have so much fun with this one” Neteyam lets go of your wrist and moves to grab the rope that was sitting next to your backpack on the floor, “can’t do anything if her squirmy ass doesn’t stop moving.” 

Lo’ak moves to sit behind you bringing your body flush to his chest holding both your wrist together in front of you. Neteyam straddles your legs so you can’t kick him away as he wraps the rope tightly around your wrist. He pulls it tightly making red angry marks appear on your blue skin, you whimper and try to pull away but you are a bit slow, fighting them will not get you out of this situation, they were faster and stronger than you, clearly well-trained warriors.  

Neteyam waste no time cutting off your belt and unbuttoning your pants, while Lo’ak holds you still. He rids your body of everything but your undergarments and now you lay in between two massive native men tied up and half naked. Maybe if they weren’t threatening your life, you wouldn’t have such a big problem with this.  

“Lo’ak look at this” he pulls your legs open wide for him, holding onto your skin so tightly, you were sure he would leave marks. Lo’ak moved from behind you now situated next to his brother pulling your legs further apart to see what his brother was seeing. A small wet spot, barely noticeable but it was there, “if I didn’t know any better, I'd say you like getting tied up and fucked Avatar.” Lo’ak chuckled, “and we haven’t even touched you yet” this brother spoke up as if they were finishing each other’s sentences.  

You wiggle and squirm but nothing you do seems to stop their actions. Eventually your pleading starts to irritate them so, they pull off your underwear and stuff the fabric in your mouth muffling your protest and only laugh at you when you try to speak. Lo’ak’s fingers immediately move to your pussy, it wets his fingers when he runs them through your folds, Neteyam’s hands join his making you mewl in protest, you did not want to admit if it felt good.

Your thoughts are pushing away however by the feeling of 4 fingers being inserted at the same time. Your scream at the stretch and pain you feel, but it's muffled by the fabric. You shift trying to make yourself more comfortable but nothing helps. You cry out when they start taking turning pumping in and out of you, their fingers getting soaked up in your essence making it drip down into their palms. 

Your back arches at you watch them stare at your private parts, practically entranced by the amount of slick they are getting out of you. Thanks to na’vi anatomy, you know the slick the women produce is much more and much thicker than that of humans, to accommodate the massive size of the males' genitalia. Your body betrays you when you feel yourself opening up for them to fuck into. You cry and whimper as they hit that amazing spot inside you that you could have never seems to reach. 

“Please-” your voice is muffled and getting drier with every breath you take. “Please? Your begging? Fucking whore, what do you want huh? to cum you think you deserve that?” Both mean speak harshly to you but you can’t find it in yourself to decipher who said what. You aren’t even sure if you are begging to come or if you are begging for them to stop. Either way you continue your whimpering and pleading until you finally gush on their fingers.  

This doesn’t stop them however, the don’t stop when you're thrashing in their grip but just smugly look towards you observing your overstimulation. Eventually they do give up and pull out of you, both men sticking their fingers in their mouth sucking off your excess juice. Honestly, the sight turns you on but you don’t want them to know that.  

Your pulled to reality once more when they undo their loincloths simultaneously, cocks spring up into the air you glance back and forth between both men. They were fucking huge, you have only seen what the na’vi male genitalia look from photos but goddamn, its fucking huge, unless it’s just them. Neteyam ties his hair back into a half up half down hairstyle to get it out of his face, and Lo’ak pulls his knife out and cuts open your bra, exposing your breast to the cool air of the night. 

Your tits bounce slightly and your nipples harden in the air, Lo’ak throws his knife aside before bringing his face down to bite and suck on them, you mewl as he does your head hits the ground under you and both your hands still tied together rest on his shoulder, your legs are pinned by his body but at this point, you have stopped fighting and ready to get over this.  

It may be the only way to keep your life. Neteyam pushes Lo’ak off the bottom half of your body as he spreads your legs and pushes into you without any warning. You thought their fingers were much, you had no idea what you were in for. He doesn’t give you time to adjust when he bottoms out, but starts bulling his cock into you, you fuck you like he’ll never get the opportunity to fuck anyone ever again.  

Your muffled screams meet their ears but they once again ignore you. Lo’ak grabs your thrashing tail in his hand and give it a firm yank making you yelp. He chuckles when your movements calm a bit due to the pain he just inflicted. His mouth moves away from your now purple swollen nipples and up to your neck. Neteyam bends down to the other side off your neck as he fucks into you and they both suck and kiss leaving deep purple marks. You just know it is going to look like someone strangled you.  

You whimper and moan at the feeling of their fangs grazing your skin, what you don’t expect is when they bite down hard on your soft skin. You are once again screaming into the muffled fabric, your nails grip and scratch on one of their shoulders but you aren’t sure which one. You feel the warm blood running down your shoulder and neck, the bite hurts, but when they start lapping at your new wounds it becomes more bearable. They pay no mind to you as they continue biting and sucking on your skin, creating bite marks in their wake from your neck to your stomach. 

Lo’ak pulls away from your body admiring their work and Neteyam starts grunting in your ear, he’s gonna come. The thought of him coming on your body sends you spiraling and you come on his cock not being able to hold it, his cock just feels so good fucking into you. When Neteyam releases he groans in your ear, you swear it is the sexiest thing you ever heard, you don’t even realize he come deep inside you before pulling out. 

Your hole is gapping and both brothers watch the cum ooze out of you slowly. Lo’ak taking his fingers and pushes it back in, curling his fingers up to the stop Neteyam was just bruising with his cock, the feeling makes you whimper but it doesn’t last long. 

Lo’ak lines himself up and pushes his cock into you now, you didn’t even get a second to rest. He doesn’t wait much like his brother when he starts pounding you into the floor. You moan and mewl as he fucks into you, almost as hard as his brother but not quite that much.  

Neteyam moves to kneels next to your face, cock hanging heavy over your eyes as you watch him stroke it up and down. This are by far the sexiest men you have ever been with, and the stamina, you aren’t even sure you can keep up but you are sure they are gonna cut you until you pass out.  

He taps his cock head on your lips before pulling your underwear out from your mouth and throwing it to the side, with the rest of your forgotten clothes. he grabs your hair on the top of your head and pull your lips over the head of his cock, he thrust into your mouth pulling your head to meet his thrust and throws his head back while he does it, feeling your tongue trace the veins on his cock. When you near your next release you moan around him, sending vibrations through his body. Your anils now dig into his muscular thigh as you try to find something to hold on to. When you do gush on Lo’ak’s cock, he follows not far behind cumming inside you with a sweet moan, it's almost submissive the way he throws his head back. 

After he comes down from his high and pulls out, he stares at your pussy watching your gaping hole pulse and clench around nothing. He pulls his eyes away from the sight and watches you suck on his brother’s cock; he strokes his cock that is already hardening again and speaks to him in na’vi, saying something you didn’t understand. 

Neteyam smiles down at you wickedly as he pulls you up and away from his cock. “Get up evenge (girl)” he says as he pulls you to stand up by your hair. You have no idea what they said but it was so hot listening to them speak in their native tongue. When you are pulled up, your knees buckle almost instantly and you fall forward on to Lo’ak. He barely moves, standing strongly and catches you in his arms. 

He lifts you like you weigh nothing and your legs come to wrap around his thin waist as he brushes stray hairs off your sweaty face. Neteyam comes and press his chest up against you’re back and pushing your chest into Lo’ak’s. You have no energy to hold yourself up so you rest your head on his shoulder. Your eyes feel drowsy and you blink slowly. 

 “Ever had anything up in here sevin (pretty)?” Neteyam ask you while his fingers brush over your puckering ass hole, he drags your mom mixture of cum down to the hole and push one of his fingers in. “No! No please” you feel as if all the tiredness left your body when you jump up trying to get away from his touches but Lo’ak holds you tightly. 

You should have known this was a trap, they were nice to you for no reason when they picked you up like a baby, you should have known they wanted to do something. Neteyam reaches around your body and cut the rope that was bounding you. Your wrist now sported red ligature marks about 3 inches thick, they really made sure you wouldn’t get away.  

All your fussing was for nothing when his finger squeezes into your tight hole deeper, your hands fly to Lo’ak’s back and you grip him as if he could somehow save you. Your nails dig into his skin when Neteyam inserts another finger pumping it a few times before you relax and he pulls out. Lo’ak inserts himself into your overstimulated cunt bottoming out inside you, but this time he didn’t move. 

Neteyam lined his cock head up to your other whole pushing it inside slowly, you felt both of their cocks touch inside you even though it’s in different holes. You head falls back on Neteyam’s shoulder as you babble and plead for them to stop. You hit and scratch at loak while tears fall down your cheeks as you cry your cute ‘nos’ and ‘please stops’.  

They find it sweet how much you are still trying to fight them down and not getting anywhere. When Neteyam bottoms out in your tight hole, you breath heavily as you try to adjust to him. When Lo’ak starts moving Neteyam slowly follows and their cocks move the way their fingers did earlier, they take turns thrusting into you. You cry and plead for them to ‘go slow’ but they pay you no mind, only wrapped up in their own pleasure.  

Eventually they are pounding into you, eyes shut tightly as you feel yourself loosen up enjoying the feeling of both men inside you. One particular thrust has you moaning loudly and they continue hitting that sweet spot. You blabber out nonscience bouncing up and down on both cocks, you have never been stretched out like this before, you’ve never been fucked like this before.

Your mouth agape trying to catch your breath as they use you to chase their own orgasms, the words they spew at you goes in one ear and out the other, you cannot even make out what they are saying, you aren’t even 100 percent sure they were speaking English. When you do cum on Lo’ak’s cock it's with a loud wail, you feel your own cunt pulse, gripping him inside you triggering his orgasm and Neteyam shortly after stuffing you full in both holes making you pass out in between their bodies. 

When you awake you feel a warm body wrapped around yours as you lay on a soft blanket. You observe your surroundings and see Lo’ak sitting a couple feet to the side of you in what looks like a hut, which means Neteyam is curled around you. You raise your head confused as to why you are here, they never killed you, but they also never took you home. You hear the distinct sound of chains moving when you try to stretch your foot and you realized. They have you chained like some kind of vicious dog by your ankle, attached to pole in the center of the hut.  

“Ah you are awake avatar, what is your name?” Neteyam’s chest rumbles as he speaks to you. “I'm not telling you” you feel like you throat was scratching as you swallow some no existent spit. Lo’ak hands you a cup of water and you chug it, “name girl” he says sternly. “y/n” you mumble. 

“Oh, that’ll fit perfectly on your new collar” he gestures to the piece of fabric he was planning on sewing your name into. You aren’t ever getting away from them. 

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Vrrtep Hì’i

A/N: Hello again, everyone, and welcome to the last day of Survive the Night! This was so much fun to write, and thank you for joining me in this event; I will still be reading everyone's fics; some of the tags aren't working, so I'll keep looking manually. I can't wait to see you all again. 💖

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Manipulation, Somnophilia, DubCon/Non/Con, Masturbation, Alien Genitalia, Fingering, Scent Kink

Vrrtep such small, unsightly creatures. Tsu’tey can’t help but sneer every time he sees one. Not that they see him, far too good of a warrior to be spotted, he stayed in the trees and foliage, watching the vrrtep muck about, waiting for it to come along. 

And there she was, wearing those disgusting clothes the vrrtep like to wear, harsh and misshapen looking on their odd bodies. Disgraceful, every last one of them. But her? She’s just as ugly as the rest of them, but her lips when she smiles… Tsu’ey’s heart flutters. The sounds of vrrtep talking make him want to rip out their tongues, yet her voice is so perfect, Tsu’ey’s ears strained for more. 

Tsu’tey’s green eyes followed her every move, how her useless little legs stumbled over the ground. How he wished he could break those useless legs, stop them from mindlessly crushing the plants underneath her feet, forcing her to rely on him at all times. Tsu’tey licked his lips at the thought; his vrrtep hì’i stuck helpless on the ground, her eyes filled with tears as she begged him for the most basic things. Maybe she could earn back those privileges once she shows she can behave for a while. 

A yelp of pain brought Tsu’tey out of his musings. His eyes bore into a site that was designed by Eywa to piss him off. Hi vrrtep hì’i sprawled across the ground, one of the other nameless vrrtep standing over her laughing. Growling lowly, Tsu’tey made his way over; using the trees to stay hidden, he crept over to hear what was being said.

“Damn it, I know you're useless at everything else, but can't you at least walk properly?” The faceless vrrtep chuckled.

Tsu’tey held back a snarl, which became even more difficult for him when (Y/N) rubbed her arm, a red spot already forming. 

(Y/N) just looked down at the ground; it didn’t matter who saw; no one cared that she had been pushed over. Ever since the rumors had started, she became the bottom of the chain, the brunt of everyone's jokes and ire. (Y/N) rubbed her arm. He had pushed her quite hard, twisting her ankle in the process, so she sat there on the ground, hoping that he’d leave her alone.

The scientist didn’t take her silence kindly, his face twisting, “What? Think you’re so much better than us that you can’t even spare us some words?” He spat, sneering down at (Y/N).

She curled into herself, trying to erase herself from the scientist's view, wanting to be far away from here, somewhere she could be safe. 

The scientist’s eyes widened, like seeing the whites on a bull, “Fucking bitch!” He snapped, his foot landing squarely on (Y/N)’s jaw, sending her back down to the ground, blood spilling from her lips.

Tsu’tey stood suddenly, a growl on his lips, “What is this?”

The scientist backed away from (Y/N); it was well known that Tsu’tey hated all humans, vrrtep, and wouldn’t tolerate any disobedience from them. 

Slowly (Y/N) sat up again; her lip was split, red dribbling down her chin and onto her tan shirt, a long sleeve odd for the warm weather.

Tsu’tey pushed down the feeling of disappointment; the shirt dulled the color of her blood. His disappointment was replaced by rage; it burned inside him as he looked at (Y/N). A deep red mark was forming on the side of her face, soon turning into a dark blue. A bruise, how dare (Y/N) wear a mark left by someone else?

“I do not have time for your petty squabbles,” Tsu’tey sneered at them, “Either get back to work or get out of my way!”

“Sorry, Tsu’tey,” With that, the scientist bolted away; it was common knowledge not to piss off Tsu’tey.

(Y/N) slowly rose to her feet, the world spinning around her, “Ssssorry, Tssu’tey,” She slurred, attempting to put one foot in front of the other.

Tsu’tey’s ears flickered back, his rage dimming a little, becoming genuinely worried about his vrrtep hì’i, “Are you well enough to continue your duties today?” He asked gruffly.

 (Y/N) looked up at him, and Tsu’tey noticed something off with her eyes, “Yess, ir, I’ll-I’ll be fine,” she managed to say, trying to take a step. 

Tsu’tey watched her and noticed her slipping; Tsu’tey caught her as she nearly fell over, his hand wrapping around her waist before pulling her tiny body to his. Her head barely even came up to his hip.

“Must you always be so careless?” Tsu’tey attempted to growl, only for it to sound like a disappointed sigh.

“Wha- mean s’tey?” She didn’t move her head from where it rested on him.

Tsu’tey looked around carefully, straining his ears for any sort of movement because this was it—the perfect moment. Using Jake Tsu’tey started rumors about (Y/N), slowly making everyone in the vrrtep camp hate or distrust her, leaving only himself. Only Tsu’tey for her to lean on, to hear her, to see her. In all his years, this is what stretched his patience the most. Initially, the plan was for Neytiri and Tsu’tey to find someone from the tribe to become theirs, but then that oaf came along. Tsu’tey couldn’t see what Neytiri saw in the vrrtep wearing a Na’vi body, but Suli was hers, no questions asked. When Mo’at and Eytukan ordered Neytiri to train the vrrtep, it was a dream come true, but she had to be careful; one wrong move would give her away. So the plan shifted a little; Tsu’tey took on the brunt of the work, separating the rest of the students, secluding Jake from the tribe, forcing Jake to rely on Neytiri. A little teasing here and a sarcastic remark there, and soon Jake was utterly dependent on her, following her like a prrnen follows their Sa’nok.

Tsu’tey and Neytiri played their parts perfectly when she snuck off with Jake, mating before Eywa, never once telling Jake what it really meant.

After the fall of Kelutral, that’s when Tsu’tey met her, a tiny little vrrtep, something he should have crushed under his heel. But she was so fucking perfect and his.

Neytiri noticed Tsu’tey’s attachment to the vrrtep; despite his absolute rejection of the idea, he couldn’t stop watching her. Until finally, he gave in; a vrrtep hì’i would love a gift of food, so Tsu’tey hunted, finding a large palulukan, easily bringing it down. That was when Tsu’tey remembered vrrtep are such useless creatures. Even Suli still failed at skinning his kill, so Tsu’tey skinned it and hung it in front of the small shack she lives in. Thankfully, Suli knew her name when he had asked the day prior, so using the leftover blood, Tsu’tey spelled out her name, so all the vrrtep knew it was for her.

He waited in the trees, wanting to see her reaction to being chosen by one of the people, how she’d be ecstatic and run to his arms. His heart raced when she opened the door. She passed as tears pricked at her eyes; Tsu’tey was ecstatic! Jake had talked about how vrrtep would cry tears of joy. Then she covered her mouth; she was so excited that she could barely breathe! Then, an ear-splitting scream rang through the air. Shrill, waking everyone in the vicinity. The other vrrtep rushed to her location, much to Tsu’tey’s ire. Several of the vrrtep gasped and looked around as if trying to find him, but their weak eyes would find nothing. Tsu’tey snarled; how dare that vrrtep hì’i reject this gift in such a way. The palulukan died for no reason! A waste of one of Eywa’s children!

But that wasn’t the worst of it! Some vrrtep wrapped his arms around her! He pulled her close and rubbed her back, and she let him! How dare that vrrtep hì’i let another man touch her! She was chosen by a Na’vi, yet she turned her back to receive the arms of another vrrtep! She would have to pay for that; yes, she would scream for her crimes, but the other vrrtep would be dealt with sooner.

Tsu’tey arrived late for the evening communal meal; Jake was sitting next to Neytiri, rubbing her pregnant belly; he was obsessed with it.

“Did you hear?” Jake asked the moment Tsu’tey sat down.

Tsu’tey fought not to roll his eyes, “I have heard many things. You will need to be more specific.”

Jake sat forward, looking urgent, “A Na’vi threatened (Y/N)’s life today! I’ve been helping them look, but I didn’t want to be too far from Neytiri…”

Tsu’tey ears perked before demanding lowly, “What do you mean!? Who threatened her?”

Jake answered readily, used to Neytiri and Tsu’tey’s odd protectiveness, “No one knows; all we know is that a Na’vi killed a thanator, skinned it, and left it with her name on it.” Jake shivered, “I’m surprised someone from the clan would go as far as threatening to skin a human.”

Neytiri and Tsu’tey paused, looking at Jake oddly, as did several others around the fire.

“Ma’Jake,” she starts slowly addressing Jake, “For a Na’vi to gift a palulukan is a show of strength and protectiveness from a warrior; it is a courting gift.” She explains to Jake that he’s a small child.

Jake’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, “Well then, we need to find the guy who did this because right now, every human on base is freaking out, thinking a Na’vi is gonna skin (Y/N)!”

Tsu’tey’s heart dropped as he realized what had happened; no wonder his vrrtep hì’i reacted so negatively. He can forgive her for her actions based on the fear she must have felt. But that other vrrtep must be dealt with! For daring to lay a finger on his vrrtep hì’i!

So Tsu’tey waited for the night. A small group of vrrtep were out studying the flora during the night. Neytiri heard about this group after giving Jake some food filled with herbs to keep him asleep; the two ventured off Tsu’tey towards the vrretp and Neytiri towards a herd of 'angtsìk. The plan went flawlessly; using a couple of well-placed arrows, Tsu’tey chased the vrrtep until he stood in the middle of the herd. Once there, Neytiri started throwing rocks at the temperamental animals, sending them into a fury.

As far as everyone was concerned, a scientist was overzealous and wandered off on his own only to end up in an 'angtsìk heard. He only had himself to blame. 

(Y/N) didn’t believe it, though. She screamed at anyone who would hear that the vrrtep wouldn’t have wandered off. Stupid vrrtep hì’i, not knowing what’s good for her, not knowing that this was for her!

However, she never learned; it made the rumors that she was mentally unstable all the more easier to spread. Soon, no one would take her seriously. Unfortunately, many took that as a chance to harm her. The vrrtep killed by the 'angtsìk was one of the many Tsu’tey took care of. 

All of that finally led to this: his vrrtep hì’i in his arms and not another soul around. Her body was light compared to that of a Na’vi, making it easy for Tsu’tey to cradle her in one arm. She smelled of the fake soaps that the vrrtep used, but it won't be like that for long. 

“S’tey, wha-?” (Y/N) slurred, her eyes unable to focus; she tried to move her head only for Tsu’tey’s free hand to hold her still.

“You are injured; now stop asking questions. I will handle everything,” Tsu’tey brushed off as he moved away from the vrrtep camp.

“Mk,” giving into the dizzy feeling, (Y/N) stops fighting, resting her head against his chest, slipping into unconsciousness. 

Seeing his vrrtep hì’i sleeping in his arms was an enormous relief; all he had to do was get her somewhere safe. Climbing with his vrrtep hì’i was simple for him, and when he called for his ikran, he quickly mounted and took off. He flew for what seemed like hours to the small cave he had found. It was an old abandoned RDA shack, everything that could be used against him had been cleaned out long ago, but it was a place for (Y/N) to stay and have access to oxygen. But for now Tsu’tey laid her on the small nest of soft leaves and flowers, only big enough for the two of them. 

Tsu’tey’s ugly little vrrtep hì’i looked so beautiful there, surrounded by the natural plants. The only thing ruining the image is the disgusting vrrtep clothing, but of course, he was already prepared. 

Taking out his blade, Tsu’tey cuts the clothes off of her, letting his blade nick her to get blood on the clothing. It will be helpful when faking her death later, but for now, Tsu’tey can’t be bothered. Completely enthralled by his vrrtep hì’i, beautiful skin laid bare for him. The only thing blocking his way was the damned mask on her face. However, she unfortunately needs that, so he lets it remain as he studies her nude form. 

His large hands gently caress her body, starting with her hair. He feels the texture under his fingers. Then ghosting over the mask, not wanting to feel the distasteful contraption, but her neck, ohhh, feeling her thin neck under his hand, how he could so easily wrap around it and squeeze until nothing was left. But doing so would take her away from Tsu’tey forever, something that could never happen.

(Y/N)’s breasts were next; the soft tissue was odd in his grasp, like nothing Tsu’tey had felt before. At first, he didn’t care for it, but he soon found that squeezing and kneading them pleasant as he saw how the flesh surrendered to his grasp. Even her body was surrendering to him. 

Soft gasps leave (Y/N)’s lips as she lies there unconscious, her body responding to the stimulations. Tsu’tey loved the sounds, uncaring if she woke up. She's his vrrtep hì’i; she’ll learn to behave. 

As Tsu’tey played with her tits, her nipples started to harden, turning into soft little peeks. He smirked, knowing that it was his touch that was causing his vrrtep hì’i to react. Tsu’tey ran his thumbs over the stiff peeks, causing (Y/N) to start whining and rubbing her legs together. 

Sniffing the air, Tsu’tey could smell her arousal building, abandoning her breasts; he wrapped a hand around each of her thighs, spreading them wide. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but pause as he looked at her tiny pussy; such a vrrtep hì’i pussy had taken his breath away. It was the first one he had ever seen before, so different from the central slits that Na’vi had.

Curiously, Tsu’tey moved his finger to her folds, feeling the wetness coat his finger. Moaning, he couldn’t help himself as he slipped his finger inside her. Wet, tight walls gripped his finger as (Y/N) spread her legs wider, moaning, subconsciously wanting more. 

“Such a good vrrtep hì’i,” Tsu’tey groaned as he slid his finger in and out, enjoying the show (Y/N) was giving him. 

Before long, Tsu’tey removes his digit, watching as her clear slick covers his finger, still connecting to her leaking pussy. He swiftly popped his finger into his mouth, licking and sucking the digit clean. He growled lowly, already wanting more. 

He takes in a sharp breath before lowering his head, inhaling her scent deeply. Her natural scent was still buried by the soap, causing a low growl from him. He was done with the vrrtep smells; vrrtep hì’i was Tsu’tey’s and his only! She will be smelling like him!

There is truly only one way to make your mate smell like you, and that is through breeding and sex. However, that is typically done when both partners are awake. But there is something that Tsu’tey can do…

Set on his idea, he slowly reaches for his slit, feeling the usually tight muscles relaxed, his cock peeking out of his slit. Gently Tsu’tey opens his slit, easing his cock out into the open air. The base is the same color as his body, steadily lightening in color until his tapered tip—the whole shaft covered in spines, used for locking inside their mate.  

Tsu’tey grabbed the base of his cock, and slowly stroked it from base to tip and back down again. The spines gently moved as he continued to pleasure himself. The thoughts of her tiny little cunt flooded his mind, how it would feel wrapped around his cock as he took his vrrtep hì’i as his mate. How it would feel as his spines would attempt to intertwine with the inner tendrils of a Na’vi, only to be met with the slick walls of a vrrtep.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, picking up speed. Would she cry? The pleasure all too much as tears build in her eyes until they spilled over? Would she moan and beg like a slut, knowing her place as the mate of a Na’vi? Or would she fight? Snarling and screaming only to be grabbed hard enough to leave bruises as he bullies his cock into her pussy? Or maybe she will cry, fearful of the big strong Na’vi on top of her, never able to get away from the dick that is bigger than her forearm, knowing it would be impossible for her to take it all? Knowing that it would be useless for her to escape and that this is her life now.

Tsu’tey moaned as his cock began dripping onto her tiny body. He leaned his head forward so he could watch her helpless form. Knowing she’s entirely dependent on him for everything: blankets, clothes, food, water, pleasure, it's all up to Tsu’tey.

With a roar, Tsu’tey spills over (Y/N)’s body, covering her in his cum. He slowly strokes himself, making sure every drop is out, before leaving his cock alone, letting it hang until it is soft enough to go back inside. 

Seeing his vrrtep hì’i covered in his cum caused Tsu’tey to start purring, using his free hands to rub it into her skin, leaving no amount of skin uncovered. He did this until his cum was completely absorbed into her skin.

Happy with the sight, he leaned down, smelling her deeply; Tsu’tey smiled when all he smelled was himself and a hint of (Y/N)’s arousal. Pleased with her scent, Tsu’tey took out a small tewng and nipple covering, the ones he made personally for his vrrtep hì’i. Slipping them over her body, Tsu’tey finally felt at peace. 

Finally, his vrrtep hì’i is here with him, where no one will find her. Covered in his scent and wearing the clothes of the people. And that is how it will stay.

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Phasmophilia

A/N: Here we go Day 6!!! There's only one day left of Survive the Night!!! So here I decided to do something a little different, this is actually a crossover of Avatar and Phasmophobia, I hope you all enjoy it 💓

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Kidnapping, Hunting, Phasmophillia, NonCon, Major Character Death, Humiliation

Jake sat around one of the large communal fires, the new generation sitting around with him. They had all become adults years ago. Many of them had mates and their own children who were sitting on their laps. Neteyam had his own five children running around. Tuk’s youngest daughter was sitting on her Grandfather’s lap, enjoying the small bits of food Jake would cut up for her.

Spider sat with them. He had always enjoyed the old ghost stories that Jake had told. Hearing the scary stories told by humans back on Earth was one of the few things that Spider enjoyed about human culture.

“-and there I was at Sunny Medows, an abandoned mental institution. The foyer was dark; the power hadn’t been turned on. Which wasn’t unusual; many ghosts hated the light, thriving in the darkness,” Jake paused momentarily when the toddler in his lap whined for more food.

Biting off another piece of meat, Jake used his fingers to feed it to his youngest grandchild before continuing, “It was a small team, only myself and one other; going there with only a team of two was idiocy, but we were young 19-year-olds and eager to prove ourselves. We received the map and saw that the breaker was near the entrance. The lights made it a bit easier to navigate, but that didn’t make it any safer for us.” 

Jake looked off to the side as if checking his 6; the first thing we noticed while walking around was the temperature. Even without the power, the building was pretty warm; none of the rooms had even the slightest temperature decrease on the upper levels. There was nothing on EMF, and we were surprised; even as we checked around the alter someone had made, covered in blood, the candles already lit despite no one being there, but we found nothing. Cursing at our luck, we headed back to the van; I noticed that my partner was looking around; he turned to me and asked if I heard that. I was confused. I hadn’t heard anything; we both shrugged it off and made our way to the van, changing out our gear.”

Ao’nung and his pregnant mate joined us, curious about the story.

“The basement was treacherous, with little escape rooms, so we went in prepared; I had a writing book, a camera situation on a tripod, and a D.O.T. S. Projector; my partner went in with a UV light, a Spirit Box, and an EMF reader just in case,” Jake looked deep into the fire seemingly mourning.

Tonowari and Ronal joined the group, their third child now on the brink of adulthood and another little one with them.

Jake nodded in greeting before continuing, “Maybe if I had checked our sanity, maybe if I had grabbed the parabolic microphone, maybe if I had listened to his concerns, he’d still be here, but I-we didn’t. We went back into the building, cocky that we’d find the bastard and get out. We were arrogant and stupid and charged into the basement, not caring that the halls were narrow, leaving scarce room for escape.”

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Spider all tensed; spatial awareness is something that Jake drilled into them harshly; even the mentions of this place were making them overly aware of their surroundings.

“My partner brought out the Spirit Box and started to ask it questions, for it to open the door, to flip a light switch, what their name was, how they died, and he kept repeating those questions over and over again. Until finally, a door slammed nearby.”

They may not have been used to or even seen the standard doors from Earth, but they imagined that they could hear the bang as the door hit the wall.

Jake shook his head, “It didn’t take us long to find the door. My partner quickly brought out the UV light, and there it was, a bright glowing handprint. We were so excited, our first piece of evidence right in our faces. It was right then that we found some EMF, only level 2, but it was something.” Jake released a long sigh.

“Confidant we had found the room, I opened the door and looked around; it was nothing more than an overturned room like all the others. So I placed the D.O.T.S., making sure it overlooked the whole room and set up the camera on the tripod. I was so fucking giddy, I tossed the writing book into the ground in the middle of the room,” Jake huffed out a bitter laugh, “And that’s when it went to hell.”

Neytiri’s ears folded back as she placed a hand on her mate's shoulder.

Spider looks at them oddly; this was just a ghost story, right? Jake’s just using himself to help sell the story… there’s no such thing as human ghosts.

“That’s when I heard it, it was soft and gentle, women singing. The lights weren’t flickering, but we knew the ghost was close. There were a couple of tables that had been turned over, so we hid behind them. I remember cursing myself for not having the camera in my hand, wanting to see if I could get a decent sighting. I didn’t even notice my partner's face. The humming got louder, but I didn’t see anything. Finally, it stopped; I laughed, thinking we had duped it. Until I turned to my partner, only to see his face as white as the walls once were. His eyes filled with fear as he pointed to the spot right in front of us. It was right there, and I was laughing, thinking we were fine. I rolled my eyes, thinking he was being over dramatic; I slapped him on the shoulder before standing up and heading back to the room. It wasn’t cold enough to even warrant bringing in a thermometer, and the book had been chucked to the other side of the room.” 

The group leaned closer, intrigued with the new information.

“I was ecstatic with the information; I took out my journal and crossed off ghostwriting and freezing temps. With the previous information, I knew there were only four types of ghosts left. I looked at my partner, telling him to leave the EMF reader on the floor and to try again with the spirit box, so he did; no matter how much he talked, it wouldn’t respond. Frustrated, we decided to return to the bus; the moment we left the room, the lights shut off, leaving us in darkness, and the singing returned. And this time, it was hunting us.” Jake’s eyes glazed over as he spoke the next part.

“The halls were so narrow we could barely run side by side, and with the debris all over the floor, it was a mess, I couldn’t see shit. It didn’t take long for me to trip over something. I landed flat on my face; some of the broken glass embedded itself into my face and arm, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I could feel my blood dripping out of my wounds and onto the floor, but I could see it; I could see her. Blinking as it came towards me, her singing became louder and louder until she was right in front of me. She chilled the air around her, and I waited; I waited for death, but it never came. She moved right past me; I wasn’t her target. I felt a moment of relief before,” Jake choked, “Before he started screaming.”

Gasps and soft curses filled the area as they understood what happened.

“My partner begged me to help him, but I couldn’t find him; it was too dark. I shakily crawled, trying to get to my feet, the glass entering my skin as I pushed myself up. And that’s when I heard it, a choked-off rasp, and then nothing. I was too late; I knew he was dead. There was nothing else I could do but haul my ass out of there. I stumbled out, bleeding, as I made my way to the bus. Honestly, I don’t know if I was crying or not, just that my partner was dead and that I was next. And to make things worse, I found out what it was that killed my partner on the bus. I watched the cameras; I was first greeted by his face, stark and pale, fear etched into his face… The floating orb was easy to spot in the dark room. That left two ghost types, and I had a feeling I knew which one. Then there it was, her silhouette in the D.O.T.S., a banshee, a fucking banshee.” Jake's sudden anger surprised the group.

All along, the bitch had been following us, scaring my partner, dwindling his sanity down to nothing; she targeted him the whole time. But I didn’t fucking listen, and now he’s dead. I logged the ghost type in and left.”

Jake slowly looked everyone in the eye, ensuring he had their attention, “Human ghosts have not yet been spotted on Pandora, but that doesn’t mean they won't be here. Too many humans have died painful deaths; we will see them sooner or later.” 

The Metkayina looked horrified, wondering how the vrrtep could still cause such damage even in death. 

That was until Lo’ak busted out laughing, “Good try; I have to say these ghost stories get better every time,” Lo’ak said, standing up, his mates and kids following him. 

Neteyam chuckled as he followed his brother, and soon, the group dispersed. Looking back, Neytiri was still there comforting Jake as he stared deep into the fire. But no one noticed, not even Spider.

They all made their way to their respective marui, besides Spider, who lives further out in one of the metal husks that allows oxygen to flow. He hates the damn thing, but hey, he can breathe.

Spider continued into the small forestry area on the island where his shack rests, his shoulders tense after hearing Jake’s ghost story and just how seriously he took it. He also didn’t laugh at the end like he usually does.

Spider was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of singing softly and filled with mourning; he spun around, looking every which way, trying to find the source. 

“Come on, guys, this isn’t funny,” He laughed slightly.

But the humming only got louder.

Spider looked around, bedding over, trying to see them through the thicket, “Kiri? Is that you? Come on, this is ridiculous,” He laughed, shaking his head, “Lo’ak, I swear if you put your kids up to this, your ass is mine the next time we spar.”

He shook his head as he turned around, and his scream broke off when he was face to face with a transparent human woman.

The next thing Spider knew, he was in a dark shack; the wood had crumbled long ago, and the glass windows had shattered. He stood shakily to his feet, wondering where he was; this shack didn’t look like anything he had seen on the island. 

A thump sounded nearby, “Hello? Is someone there?” Spider asked concernedly before his self-preservation instincts kicked in, and he was behind a table. 

“Yes,” A soft voice whispered. 

Spider looked around, seeing nothing; he was alone in the room. He stood up, walking around the room, the old floorboards creaking underneath him, “Are you in the room?” He asked again, fear clouding his vision; something wasn’t right.

“Here,” The same voice whispered. 

Spider hopped over some of the broken furniture, still seeing nothing, not even a speaker for the voice to have come from.

He huffed out irritably but not daring to do anything more to antagonize his captor; he had learned something since the last time he was kidnapped all those years ago.

Crouching down for better leverage, he asks calmly, “Well then, where are you?”

Something was behind him, and he couldn’t get away “Behind,” Spider turned around to see the same transparent woman from before.

The shock of seeing her knocked him off balance; he landed on his ass as he tried to back away because Jake was right! Jake tried to tell them the truth, and they had all laughed it off! And now Spider would pay the price. 

Tears pricked at Spider’s eyes; it was already too close, there was no escape. Yet it didn’t seem to be aggressive, simply returning to its humming while following him; her grotesque smile sent a wave of nausea through him as he continued to back away. 

The shack was small; it didn’t take long for Spider to be backed into a corner. She seemed pleased by this, now that she was able to close in on her target.

“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Spider begs as her hands wrap around his face.

She gently wipes the tears off his face, “Alone,” her soft voice says before crashing their lips together.

Her hums were soft and happy as she kissed Spider. The same could not be said for him; Spider screwed his eyes shut as her cold lips met his; they were chapped and tasted like blood; slowly, her hands traveled downward, feeling his muscular shoulders and biceps. She smiled appreciatively as she felt Spider’s body before pulling away.

Spider opened his eyes hesitantly, trying to look away from where her hands rested on his chest. She giggled slightly before forcing him to stand. 

“Hey! What’s that for?” He blurted out, unable to hold back his mouth.

Thankfully for him, she didn’t take offense, “Fun,” She responded, letting her hands travel even lower. 

Spider’s eyes widened as he backed away, hitting the wall, “No, no, no, we’re not doing this.”

She narrowed her eyes before making a wailing like sound. She charged at him, her body pinning him there as she ripped off his tewng, making sure there were no salvageable pieces. 

“NO!” Spider screamed, pushing her off.

His chest felt tight as the tears returned, using one of his hands to cover himself. 

She wailed again before stalking off, “Mine!” Was the last thing she said before disappearing. 

With her gone, Spider ran, not caring about his nudity; he just needed to get out. Jake was right humans were becoming ghosts on Pandora, and they were fucking insane!

The trees and brush moved past Spider with ease as he continued to run. He didn’t stop, never tiring as he ran for hours, the adrenaline keeping him going. 

The sun had begun to rise when he finally heard it: Kiri’s voice!

“Kiri! Are you there? Where are you?” He yelled, trying to pinpoint her location. 

Kiri’s voice mixed with others, along with the sounds of sniffles.

“Guys, what’s wrong? I need your help! Jake was right! The ghost grabbed me, and I think it’s going to come back!” Spider shouted as he made his way towards the noise, yet no one answered him.

Lo’ak’s head finally came into view.

Spider began to get angry, forgetting that he was nude. He stormed up to Lo’ak, “What the fuck, bro! I need your help, and you can’t even-” He stopped himself as he saw Lo’ak’s face; it was swollen and covered in tears.

Looking around, everyone had a similar expression.

Spider deflated as he realized what happened, his heart pounding out of his chest, “Who did it kill? I know it must have taken someone.”

But again, there was no answer.

Hesitantly, Spider walked forward to the circle of people, trying to peek in and see the body.

Spider’s voice caught in his throat as he looked down.

Tonowari spoke up, “I have never seen a death like this, Sully; what could have caused this?”

Jake looked heartbroken as he looked down at the body; its face had the same look as his partner who died long ago, “I’ve seen this before; I’ll grab the tools from my marui. It won't attack again until eclipse.” He muttered blandly, his voice void of emotion.

“No, no, no, it’s not true, I’m- I’m, I’m not,” Spider choked out, only to feel two arms wrapped around his waist.

She smiled against his bare back, “Mine,” She cooed happily.

Spider couldn’t respond as he stared at his own body. Limp on the ground, his expression filled with nothing but fear.

Because Jake Sully was right. Human ghosts came to Pandora, and Spider was the first victim.

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I needed some Ronal fics and this works so well with her!!!! My kitty be throbbing right now 😫

UNDER HER SPELL

Survive The Night Day: #5 ~ Master/Slave

Pairing: Dark Fairy Ronal x human fem reader

Words: 1.4K

Summary: A rising of a red moon. A dark creature coming to care for her pet. A little slave scared of the red tainted darkness. When the Blood Moon rises, your Mistress let's you find comfort in her.

Warnings: NSFW, fairy lore, master/slave, degradation + praise, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: Mommy Ronal can do anything to me. Big thanks to @quicktosimp and @itchaboi-itchyboy for creating this amazing event!

Credits: Credit to @sugarsong78 for creating the Blood Moon prompt. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Oare Reypay: Blood Moon

Oeyä: My (possessive)

Fil: Toy

Za'u: Come

Crimson red bathes the hollowed out hole you reside in, the side of the massive tree carved away enough for a full home to be made out of the seemingly little opening. It was dark but warm, the sunlight that always hits the south side of the tree leaves a warm imprint even on the north side. It was a perfect place for Mistress to house her little pet, if the frightening height wasn't a deterrent enough the wide expanse of untamable ocean residing below was.

The eclipse was your wake up call and goodnight every evening, and now it shines in your face to tell you it's dark welcome. Mistress fortold the coming of Oare Reypay yet the sight of it still amazes you, hypnotizing red light blending with the darkness of the forest below. Some of Mistress's special pods come to life at the eerie blood glow, emanating a black-ish blue light from their dark purple leaves that appear more withered and dying than alive with dark magic.

You watch the many different knick knacks and odd looking plants begin to move and produce their unnatural light from the safe covering of your blanket, tucked away in the corner in your animal pelt cushioned nest and your one singular pretty pink crystal you have clutched in your hands. You hide further under your blanket when a plant several feet away from you hisses in delight at the ruby light, old skin burning away in a melting goop to show it's cracked black and teal skin. You close your eyes, praying Mistress comes home soon.

As if hearing your silent prayer a fluttering of light wings catches your attention, a dark outline taking over the carmine entryway was a creature stepping through the doorway. Her dark turquoise skin is marbled with black water color patterned stripes and an occasional dark violet swirl of tattooing. Petite wings glittering in a mix of the three colors surrounding her body, it's see through surface decorated with matching swirls of black and purple ink.

You peek out from under your covers, "Mistress Ronal?" you ask, side eyeing the hissing plant as it stretches out for Ronal's embrace.

Ronal giggles at your soft voice, depositing her satchel filled with herbs onto her work bench, speaking to her lively plants in her native tongue that even after all this time she hasn't taught you. "And who else would come visit you, Oeyä Fil?" she questions, looking over her shoulder to settle her glowing light blue eyes on yours as she absentmindedly pets the wilted petals of a glowing black flower.

You swallow hard around the lump of embarrassment that's developed in your throat, avoiding her gaze as you mentally scold yourself for being so stupid. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

Ronal looks down at the lump that is you huddled in your nest, flinching at every hiss and jerking away at the plants that so desperately want your Mistress's attention. You envy them at times, they get to seek and receive her touch whenever they like while you have to grovel on the floor for a scrap of her attention, and when she gives it you can't keep yourself together long enough to enjoy her teasing touches.

Ronal's hand raises away from the plant she's petting, twitching her finger in a come here motion, "Come out of there, Pet." she commands, keeping her glowing gaze on your small form as you clamber out from under the many blankets you piled ontop of yourself. Your arms wrapped around your slightly shaking body and your head remains bowed as you stand before your breathtaking Mistress.

The silk strands Ronal weaved together to create the thin, see through decorative necklace that barely covers your nipples and the open crotch loincloth hangs off your huddled self, keeping your enticing little body open for Ronal's hungry gaze at all time. Ronal tsks at the immediate jump you give when the plant closest to you hisses at your presence. Your Mistress coos at you, running her long fingers over your hair in a condescending pet as she notices how frightened you are of her little friends.

"Oeyä Fil is scared of a few vibrant plants?" she teases, pinching your cheek a little too hard for just a moment before letting go. Her degradation eases as she sees the embarrassment in your tear glistened eyes, fully realizing how uncomfortable you have become. No matter how much Ronal loved to tease you, she would never truly aim to hurt or harm you. It was hard remembering at times you were only a weak little human, that you were and still are completely unfamiliar with her dark casted world.

Ronal cups your cheek, bringing your eyes to hers by tilting your chin, settling the hardness in her gaze was harder than Ronal figured as she tries to gives comfort to you through her expression. "Za'u, Oeyä Fil, I need to relax."

You perk up at that, leaving Ronal needing to suppress a satisfied smirk at the giddy expression that wipes away your pathetically sad pout. Your Mistress only said she needed to relax when she wanted your attention, an easier way for her to say she wants your tongue on her sweet, delectable cunt.

Ronal saunters to her hand crafted throne, throwing her loincloth off her goddess sculpted body before sitting herself upon the fire burned beach wood chair with elegance and grace. Her wide tail flicks contently by her side, ears perked in excitement besides the cool expression painting her features. "Crawl to me."

Instantly you're on your hands and knees, crawling over the dark fur covered floor towards your awaiting Mistress. Ronal slowly spreads her legs, revealing her pretty, wet pussy. Her bright teal folds glisten with her slick, little throbbing pink clit sitting there like a precious pearl waiting to be devoured. Your mouth open, tongue sticking out with a bit of saliva dripping off the tip from how eager you are to taste your Mistress.

A hand tangling through your hair stops your attempt forward, "Did you forget something?" Ronal asks, raising her brow bone in question as she allows a feral smile to grace her lips, thoroughly happy at how desperate you are to please her.

You catch your drool before speaking, "Thank you for the meal, Mistress. May I eat?"

Ronal answers by guiding your head down, pressing your hot, wet mouth to her aching cunt with greed, ensuring your whole mouth is full of her until you can hardly breathe. Your tongue laves through her folds, tasting her sweet nectar as you lap at her clit. Your lips wrap around her bundle of nerves, sucking the bud into your mouth as your tongue ventures down, circling her quivering hole.

Mistress moans her approval, wings fluttering and hips twitching to hump into your eager tongue. "You are doing so good, my little slave." Ronal praises, hooking her left knee around the arm of her throne to open herself more for your passionate mouth to greedily eat her. Ronal bites at her bottom lip to keep the building whimpers at bay, long fingers squeezing your head so tightly your scalp burns, but you love it all the same.

You adored eating your Mistress, more desperate to taste her cunt than to have your own little pussy played with, you would beg on your knees with slick dripping down your thighs to just have a single lick of her slit, and you can't count the times you've cummed savouring her tasty juices on your tongue. "Tastes so good, Mistress." you whine on her clit, thrilled by the full body shiver it caused her.

"Again, Fil." she demanded. You whimper at that, sucking and moaning around her clit as your tongue feels at her clenching walls, anticipation building in your own throbbing core as you feel and taste a flood of her sweet cream filling your mouth.

You happily swallow it all, taking your time to gently clean Mistress fully as the aftershock of her orgasm wares away. You finally pull away from her addicting cunt when she pats your head, your entire chin and neck dripping in her essence. Ronal drinks in the messy sight of you, smiling approvingly before grasping your small face in her large hand, holding you still so her long, rough tongue can lick away her own slick from off your lips.

Ronal hums at her taste, glowing eyes dark with lust as her burning gaze brings goosebumps to your skin. "On your back, Pet. I would not want my pretty little slave to be unsatisfied, would I?"

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Yes yes yes!!! Stalker obsessed Tonowari 😍🤤

The blame is hers.

Pairings: Tonowari x FemHuman reader

Summary: this was all his mates fault, so why were you being the one getting punished?

Warnings: MDNI, drugging, tw:NONCON, size difference, p in v, creampie, mentions of multiple rounds, age gap, oral (female recieving), mentions of cheating, dirty talk, If I messed anything let me know!

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Tonowari paced back and forth in his marui his brow bones pinched together in concentration as his thoughts went crazy. You were not welcome here, welcome in his home. Your entire existence caused problems for him. Problems that he was too ashamed to even speak upon with his mate.

His mate. Such preposterous thoughts he was having about a tiny human like yourself, your voice, your eyes, your body, your curves. Such a soft yet plump looking body you had. He wanted to touch you, to love every inch of your small body as if you belonged to him.

This was all his mate fault, why had she let you stay? What had Eywa seen in you that was special enough for you to live amongst him and his people?

Tonowari poked his head out of his marui just in time to see your tiny body disappear into your own home not far from his. He couldn’t help but to frown as he continued to watch even after you were gone, his mind already made up for his next move. It was now or never, you were going to be his one way or another. He turned around and set his things down and immediately got to work, he knew from a bit of snooping and listening that there was a drink strong enough to knock humans unconscious, yet leaves their bodies feeling incredibly needy.

Once he grabbed what he needed he left out his home and made the short trek to yours. He felt his body filling with jitters, but he knew he couldn’t turn away he had to completely go through with his decision he couldn’t turn back. No, no he wouldn’t turn back not after coming this far. Just as he closed the distance to your home you trusted out in a hurry, knocking yourself over in the process. You fell to the ground with a light ‘oomf.’ The sand catching your fall just a little, Tonowari winced at the sound but helped you up nonetheless. His hood on your arm didn’t left up for almost a moment even after you were steady on your feet, he observed your small stature and his mind instantly filled with all the dirty things he could do to you.

“Here Y/n. A gift. Take a walk with me while you drink it.” He didn’t bother with an introduction or an explanation simply handed you the small makeshift bowl which you took happily, ever the trusting human you were. He watched you take a sip, making sure you got a decent amount in your system before he turned to walk away. He could hear the crunching of the sand beneath your feet with each step you took. The way you struggled to keep up with him as he walked deep into the small forest that adjourned the beaches of Awa’atlu.

His steps gradually came to a stop as he continued to listen to your now sluggish steps, each one you took you felt as if your body was becoming heavy. Your feet felt as if you had weights on them, each step weighing your body down until eventually your body dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Tonowari wordlessly picked up your body after giving you a small once over to make sure you weren’t hurt. Once he was certain you were fine he carried you off deeper into the small forest off to a secluded area he knew no one else would visit. This part of the island was deserted his people had no means to be here.

Once he was finally deep within the forest with more than enough coverage from the trees he laid your body down on the soft moss covered ground. Your shirt riding up showing off the soft skin of your stomach and your shorts wrinkled slightly against your skin. He took his time to admire you, even unconscious you were still the prettiest little thing he had ever seen.

The longer he stared at you the harder his cock got, your body laid out for him. He tried to resist the urge, really he did; but he couldn’t you just looked so perfect laying there. Without much more on his mind he reach forward and gently undid her shorts before pulling them off along with your panties. Tossing them off to the side, he grabbed ahold of your thighs and opened them wide to give himself full view of your pretty pussy. He groaned at the sight before leaning down to lick a long stripe against your folds, his tongue diving into your folds so he could taste you until he felt content.

He groaned against your pussy as his tongue dove deep, thrusting in and out of your heat without a problem in the world. His nails digging into the skin of your thighs as he tried to pulled your body closer, he was so focused on tasting you that he wasn’t aware of you beginning to stir.

He felt your walls tighten around his tongue the same time your fingers tangled into his curls, he winced at the harsh tugs you gave until he pulled away barely gasping for air. “Small tawtute you taste devine.. I need you, need to mate you.” He groaned, he didn’t care that you were pushing at his head he dove back into your now slick pussy, before licking up to your clit and taken the swollen nub into his mouth. Sucking and twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he pushed a finger inside your right cunt.

Tonowari ignored your feeble attempts to push at his head as he continued to stretch you out, your sounds of protest mixed with soft whiny moans caused his ears to twitch. Despite your attempts to fight him away he knew your body was craving and enjoying the way he was touching you.

Finally he pulled away from your sopping wet cunt, all stretched out and ready for him. He watches the way your pussy fluttered around nothing and the sight has his cock twitching in his loincloth.

As he worked to undo his restraints his eyes watched the way you tried to fight the feelings you felt. The expressions on your face, and he loved the way you looked so out of it yet thoroughly fucked due to the drugs. He knew good and well you’d remember it, you’d remember every bit of this and he hoped that you’d end up craving him just as bad as he craved you.

Tonowari grunted softly as he grabbed ahold of your thighs, spreading your legs out before pushing them against your chest. He truly admire just how pretty your pussy looked. “Look at this pretty pussy tawtute, so needy” he muttered as she adjusted himself against you. His cock now resting against your folds before he slowly pushed the tip in. He watched as with each slow yet little thrust he disappeared inside your heat.

Tonowari couldn’t help the way he groaned as he felt himself filling up your tight little cunt. He loved the way you stretched around his thick cock, his eyes were glued to the way your pussy swallowed him.

“Good tawtute, taking me so well.” Tonowari grumbled as he finally managed to bottom out, your cunt stretch out around his length as he began to move, his thrust deliberately slow. He felt your walls flutter around him as he kept that irritatingly slow pace, he wanted to hear you beg. He was determined to have you a begging mess beneath him as he took his time fucking into your sopping wet cunt.

His hold on yours grew tighter as his pace steadily grew faster, his thrust hard and deep. Each time he thrusted inside he watched your face contort in pure unadulterated pleasure. Your mouth falling open as you choked on your own moans. You were definitely a sight to behold as he used your body as his own personal fuck toy and he was enjoying it, even though your drugged induced haze you couldn’t deny the pleasure he was bringing your body.

He knew better to get sucked in, knew good and well but after the first release inside your tight cunt and the way your body broke down after your orgasm he was fucked. Round after round he tried different positions, usuing your body to his hearts content, even after the drugs in your system had worn off you were more than willing to take each round of fillings he was giving your body.

Each new time he fucked you, he made sure you knew it was his mates fault for allowing such a pretty tawtute like yourself to live amongst his clan. Tonowari made sure it was engraved into your mind each new time he used you, this was all Ronals fault and you should offer him your body. Each new time he bred you and used you until he felt justified in his doings, all to simply avoid admitting that he was attracted to you.

Tags: @etherial-moon-blog @tallulah477 @eywaite @quicktosimp

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Pretty One

AN: Welcome to Day 5 of Survive the Night! We are over halfway there! Starting with a Part 2 of another fic I've done before, and has been requested for sequel, so here it is 🥰

Warnings: 18+, DubCon, Master/Salve, Mommy&Daddy Kink, Spanking, Sex Toys, Public, Objectifcation, Threesome, Minipulation, Slapping, Abuse

Part 1: Here

Two years, two fucking years, but we finally did it. So’lek and I had a tentative relationship in the beginning. We got along great and loved each other very much, but we were too dominant, causing anger between us. Then came in the Sarentu, and with them came sweet, naive Teylan. So’lek was cautious of the Sarentu, worried about the human influences that were forced apon them. But I managed to point out to him that’s what made Teylan perfect for us. He was so sweet and naive unable to understand and process everything that he went through, looking for a dominant to lead him. 

So we did. 

Heeding my words, So’lek watched Teylan for a little while before coming to the same conclusion as me. We made our plan and slipped into our roles easily. We were both to teach Teylan things about the outside world. I taught him the human things he’s used to, and So’lek taught him about Pandora, helping him learn his culture. We thought that we’d have to teach him to rely on us; much to our surprise, we didn’t have to. No matter how much Teylan learned, he always looked back to us, wanting our word and teachings to guide him. 

It was so easy, so sweet; Teylan not only let us teach him about the world but also his place amongst us. He knows his rules, how to obey his ‘Mommy and Daddy,’ and the punishments that follow breaking those rules. Especially his biggest rule: he never tells us no.

Teylan kneeled before us, his tail curling around his leg, as his eyes flickered between the two of us. He knew he fucked up.

So’lek and I had already previously discussed what we would do to him as a punishment; Teylan thinks that he can tell us no, so we’ll show him just how much no means from him.

I snapped my fingers; Teylan’s head whipped to look at me, his eyes wide and filled with tears that hadn’t been shed just yet; good.

“So I heard you disobeyed your Daddy today,” I stated emotionlessly.

Teylan’s ears flickered back as his voice hitched, “Please, Mommy, I’m sorry; I just wanted to hel-“

I cut him off, not wanting to hear his excuses “You thought? You don’t think, Baby, when your Daddy tells you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.” I walk around. Standing behind him, I grab the hat off his head, “You should be thankful; Daddy even gave you a second chance, more than I would give you, but no, he gave you a second chance to listen, and you still disobeyed your Daddy,” I shook my head, “I am so disappointed in you.”

Teylan gasped as his tears started to fall, “No, please, Mommy, I’m sorry, I can make it better,” He begged desperately.

“That is enough; you telling me no is what got you here, yet you dare say it again?” So’lek grumbled darkly. 

Teylan looked down at So’lek’s feet, not daring to look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. I wasn’t paying attention; I didn’t know it was you,” His tears fell freely to the floor, sniffling all the while.

So’lek hummed, “Your inability to pay attention should not be my problem; this is something that I taught you long ago; it seems you forgot your lesson as well.”

Teylan opened his mouth, probably to beg some more, but I cut him off, “It doesn’t matter what you say or how much you beg; we’ve already decided on your punishment,” I started to undo the straps on Teylan’s vest, he won't be needing for a while.

Teylan’s body started to shake from the sobs, but I didn’t stop. 

So’lek stepped forward, looming over Teylan, “Strip, now,” He ordered deeply.

After undoing the straps, I stepped back, waiting for Teylan to obey.

And he did, despite his sobbing; Teylan shakily undressed himself, folding his clothes neatly, before returning to his knees in front of us. I hummed as I stared at his naked body, eager for the rest of his punishment.

“Lay your hand on the floor behind you; I want full access to your slit,” I demanded as I walked over to my chest full of toys. 

Teylan obeyed, his central slit bare to us. It was tightly sealed; his body and mind were uninterested in our activities. I looked through the toys, grabbing what I needed before returning to Teylan. I locked the pretty little collar around his neck, a gentle pink reinforced with titanium to make sure it can’t be broken by a Na’vi.

“Relax your slit Teylan, or this will hurt,” I warn sternly; as much as I love his physical punishments, I can’t have him broken.

Teylan’s eyes widened in fear, “No, no, no, please, Mommy, not my slit.”

I ignore his begging as I place the tip of the small vibrator at his slit, “Last chance.”

I could see Teylan’s stomach flexing as he fought with his own body, but that’s one thing that we never taught him, a Na’vi cannot make their slit relax on command. 

I shake my head disappointedly, “And here I thought you’d have learned,” I push the vibrator into the center of his slit, the tight muscles fighting me along the way. 

Forcing the central slit open is harsh and painful; Teylan’s muscles tensed from the pain as I struggled to continue to slip it in.

“I see our toy cannot behave today,” So’lek muttered, standing beside me.

I huffed out a laugh as I tried to push more of the vibrator into Teylan’s slit, his body shaking from the sobs and whimpers from the pain, “It really can’t,” I huffed as I pushed harder, causing Teylan to yelp in pain, “I have to say this bitch, is fucking tight today.”

 “I believe I know how to help it in,” So’lek explained softly to me.

I looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he was planning; I matched his sadistic grin, eager for this idea, “I will take all the help I can get,” I ready my arm.

Before Teylan could think, So’lek backhanded him, snapping his head to the side. In response to the slap, his body weakened for a moment, letting me force the vibrator inside him before his slit sealed shut again.

Teylan screamed as he fell backward, now lying on the ground, his face aching as a deep burning sensation flooded through his slit. I stand tall, wrapping my arm around So’lek as I roll my eyes, “Back into position; we don’t have time for this shit,” I smile slightly as So’lek’s large arm wraps around me.

On trembling limbs, Teylan returns to his kneeling position, his face etched with pain and shame. 

“I-I’m s-sorry, M-Momm-y Da-daddy,” He could barely get the words out over his sobs.

I looked up at So’lek. We were both pleased that Teylan was truly apologetic, but we knew his punishment wasn’t over yet. 

“Ohhh, Baby,” I coo, holding his face gently, “We just got started.”

Teylan’s bright eyes dulled as they shined with fresh tears; I held his face steady as So’lek clipped the leash onto Teylan’s collar, pulling it gently. 

“Come,” So’lek ordered, walking towards the door, whether Teylan followed or not. 

I stood and intertwined my fingers with So’lek’s free hand, letting Teylan crawl behind us. We continued out of our room and into the hallway; I grabbed my oxygen mask and placed it on snuggly. That’s when Teylan started to panic.

“Please not outside, they can’t see me, please Daddy!” Teylan begged as I opened the airlock. He pulled back on the leash the best he could on his hands and knees. 

So’lek didn’t care as we continued out the door, forcing Teylan to crawl or be dragged along; the tugging on his neck made the choice for him. Unfortunately for So’lek and I, it seems everyone is out today, leaving the base empty. I pouted a little; it’s been so long since I’ve shown off Teylan. I was hoping for a show today.

So’lek squeezed my fingers gently as he smirked down at me, “Don’t worry, I made that vrrtep contraption you asked for; I can set it up later this week,” He reassured me, knowing what I was pouting over.

I smiled brightly, excited that he was able to finish making the pillory for me to use on Teylan, “Thank you, Love,” I couldn’t help but squeal from excitement, already planning on what I’ll do to Teylan that day.

We finally made our way to the middle of the base, to a nice empty spot, where So’lek sat on the ground, “Over my lap,” He demanded. 

Teylan hesitantly crawled over So’lek’s lap; the pain from the vibrator dulled to an unpleasant ache, but the hesitation came from what he knows is coming next.

“You know the rules, 20 spanks; if you cum once, then your punishment will be extended,” So’lek reminded firmly, rubbing and squeezing Teylan’s ass in preparation. 

Teylan sniffled loudly, “Yes, Daddy.”

Smiling, I grab the remote from my pocket, turning the vibrator on. Teylan squealed as he started to fuck the air, trying to get closer and away from the offending object; the pleasure was already too much on his sensitive insides, let alone when it bumped into his cock.

Teylan looked at me, his eyes screaming, “Mommy, please, I can’t! I can’t! I’m sorry, Mommy!” His voice was shrill, yet all his begging did was turn So’lek and I on even more.

I don’t even verbally respond; I simply turn the vibrator up, chuckling softly. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” He screamed as the vibrations worked inside him.

Smack!

So’lek landed the first hit on Teylan’s ass, holding nothing back. Teylan yelped, but honestly, I don’t think he felt it much over the vibrator. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Four hits were done rapidly, not giving Teylan a moment of reprieve, yet he still stayed in place the best he could, humping the air. He whined with each hit but was still unaffected.

Smack! Smack! Smack! 

“Daddy!” Teylan moaned, still more focused on the vibrations.

So’lek shook his head, “Seems Baby likes the punishment a little too well.”

I giggled a little, “Guess you’ll just have to be a bit stronger then,” I turned up the vibrator again.

It was like I had shocked him; Teylan flopped over, laying against So’lek as he grinds his slit into So’lek’s legs, his slit leaking everywhere.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each hit became progressively harder, Teylan’s ass covered in dark purple spots.

“Daddy! Daddy! Please!” He begged, not knowing what he was begging for. At this point, I doubt Teylan even remembers that this is a punishment.

So’lek now aims lower for Teylan’s thighs and sit spots.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Teylan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body trembled. So’lek put his hand down, knowing that Teylan had failed.

I laughed gleefully as I turned the vibrator off, shocking Teylan out of his high. He looked up at me fearfully, realizing what he had done.

“Look at me, Baby,” I coo, crouching in front of him, “Did you just cum?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” Teylan began sobbing, his body still shaking from his orgasm.

I lean up and run my hand over So’lek’s face, my way of kissing him while my mask is on, “Seems we have to punish our toy a bit more; it’s gotten too naughty,” I explain softly, my eyes filled with love for So’lek.

So’lek matches my expression, just as eager as I am.

Because no matter what happens, no matter who sees, everyone knows that Teylan is ours, no matter what, even if Teylan himself begins to hate it. 

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Taglist: @tallulah477, @eywaite, @hotdsworld, @xylianasblog

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YES!!!! I’m at here for Tsu’tey!!! I feel like this is really I character for him, he would never find love in a human, but holy hell is the is hot

hatefucking

a/n: i just really like this angry man

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!avatar!reader

warnigs: nsfw (MDNI), blood kink (?), spanking, creampies, doggy style

you glare at Tsu’tey, hissing at him as he corrects your form once more, and honestly you’re sick and tired of dealing with him

ever since you had come to the Omatikaya clan and the olo’eyktan had assigned Tsu’tey as your mentor, he had tormented you with unbearable trainings

you swear to god you’re going to strangle Jake for getting chased by that thanator when Tsu’tey hisses right back at you and hits at your arm

your arrow flies crooked into the foliage rather than the tree trunk, and you can hear Tsu’tey calling you every possible imaginable synonym of idiot in na’vi

throwing the bow to the ground, you push a finger into his chest and bite back, telling him that he was a shit teacher who wasn’t giving you a fucking chance

whenever you make a mistake, he only ever berates you and then calls you a fucking tawtute, barely correcting your mistake before he goes back to glaring at you

it’s not your fault that you can’t shoot and hunt or ride for shit when he refused to teach you, and the warrior hardens his gaze and pushes his chest against your finger, towering over your frame

his size makes you falter as your ears pin back, and he growls at you to repeat what you said, face shoving so close to yours that you can feel his breath across your face

your ego is too bruised to take another hit, so you get right back into his face and push at his chest, fruitlessly because he doesn’t move, and yell that he’s been a big fucking asshole

his eye twitches at the insult, and he spits out that you should go back to your planet and learn how to be useful

you spat that he must’ve learned to take that stick out of his ass and beat himself over with it because he’s got a shit personality

insults are thrown between the two of you, getting worse and worse, until he reaches his hand out to push at your chest

it sends you flying into the ground, and the wind is knocked out of you as you wheeze and gasp

Tsu’tey looks down at you, sneering at how you lay on the ground, and you growl and kick at his shin to make him wince in pain

he doesn’t expect your attack and growls at the pain as he steps away from your kicking feet, and you take a moment to stand up

your hands reach forward to grab onto him, tackling him to the ground, and he gladly tussles with you, teeth bared and nails digging into each other’s skin

his teeth sink into your shoulder, and you howl in pain, digging your nails far enough into his skin to draw blood

it causes him to let go of your flesh, teeth stained red with your blood and to snarl at you, pressing his nose flat against yours as his grip on your arms tighten

you growl at him right back and dig your nails in deeper, and then suddenly his lips smash onto yours, teeth biting into your lips and drawing blood

but you find that you don’t mind the taste as you snarl and kiss him right back, your own fangs digging into his lips and tasting blood

his hands scrabble at your bottoms, and one of your hands goes to rip at his tewng, uncaring at how some of the threads rip as you rip if off of him

Tsu’tey rips off your bottoms as well, roughly rubbing at your clit to make you jolt in his grip, and he laughs at you, knowing that a filthy tawtute would like this

you bite back at him, fighting against the pleasure to tell him that he was just as dirty for even touching you like this

he scowls at that and brings his fingers to pinch your clit and make you yelp, and he grins at your pain and continues to rub at your clit

reaching your own hand down you pump at his cock, ignoring the tip, the most sensitive spot, and you match the pace of his fingers rubbing against your clit

Tsu’tey pants, moving his fingers faster, glaring at you and smashing his lips to yours again, and you groan and squeeze the base of his cock roughly

he pants and growls as he moves his fingers away from you and suddenly flips you onto your knees, hand pressing into your upper back to force your face into the floor

your hands claw into the dirt, angry at the fact you couldn’t scratch him, and you howl at him as he fucks his cock into you with one quick thrust

the pain stings along with the pleasure at the sudden stretch, but he doesn’t seem to care, fucking into you at a brutal pace and his hands squeezing onto your hips so hard that he’s sure to leave bruises the next day

it’s all growls and strained moans as he fucks into you, and he raises one hand to spank you, the crack echoing through the air along with your moan

you squirm underneath him as he continues to spank you, bringing down his hand with as much strength as you could, and it leaves you crying into the ground

reaching your hand back, you go to rub at your clit, desperate to cum as he fucks into you, only chasing his own pleasure and sadistic tendencies

he growls at how you pleasure yourself, and he grabs onto your arm, using it as a handle to fuck into you faster, growling at you to fucking behave

you snarl and squirm in his grip, but his strength keeps you still as he abuses your pussy with his cock, hips slapping against yours and causing wet squelches to fill the air

it’s dirty and lewd and all too wrong how quick you reach your orgasm without even touching yourself, the pain and hate swirling with the pleasure to shove you further and further to the edge of an orgasm

Tsu’tey is doing no better, groaning loudly into the air and hips starting to stutter in their pace as he reaches his own high

his nails dig into your arm, and he groans, pumping his seed deep inside of you and fucking himself through your orgasm

the feeling of his seed filling and warming you from the inside is all you need to cum, moaning into the dirt and digging your free hand into the soft earth as your tail whips around

you pant, trying to catch your breath, and Tsu’tey does the same, breathing hard and staring down at your sore ass and pussy stretched out along his cock

he finally slips out of you and lets go of your arm, and you stifle a whimper at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you

standing up on wobbly legs, you turn to face him, and he scowls at you and turns away, tying his tewng around him, unable to properly notch it together due to the torn threads

you find your own tewng on the ground, covered in dirt and grime, and you frown at the sight and sigh, grabbing it and walking from the training grounds to the nearby river

Tsu’tey hated you and you hate Tsu’tey, but at least he was a good fuck

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Holy shit, this was so fucking good, bby I demand more, I need to see how delulu reader reacts next time, if it actually worked,I need answers Boo!!!!

Playing Dirty

Survive the Night Day 3: Drugged

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Dark!Reader, Toxic!Reader, Jealous!Reader, ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Alien Genitalia, Drugging, P in V, Slight Thigh Riding, Oral (male receiving), Creampie, Knotting, Size Difference, Sex while one person is under the influence of drugs, Kuru/Queue Play, Belly Bulge, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Toxic Relationship, Brief Body Shaming (Reader body shames another female out of jealously - not to her face, but in her thoughts), Name Calling (significant use of the word "bitch"), Forced Cheating (not on Reader - Neteyam is kinda dating someone else although you can argue they aren’t together yet), Reader is a straight up bitch and completely unhinged ngl, She is horrible

Word Count: 10.3K

A/N: For more about how I picture alien genitalia, see here.

Summary: Neteyam is supposed to be yours. Your mate. So who the hell does he think he is running around with someone else? You need to do something. In this game, you'll be the victor - not her. Even if that means you have to play a little dirty.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ**

Translations:

Kuru - Neural Queue

Kaltxì - Hello

Tanhì - Star, bioluminescent freckle

Swoasey - Kava bowl (constructed from seed pods, used for drinking intoxicating beverages), handsized

Teylu - Beetle Larva, food and source of protein for the Na'vi

Tsahìk - Spiritual Leader

He’s starting to piss you off.

Nope. Wrong. Too late. You’re already pissed. Beyond pissed. 

Who the hell does he think he is? Running around with another woman like that right in front of you. What does he even see in her anyway?

Iäle. What a stupid name.

She’s not even pretty. And her tits are way too small - nonexistent actually. Neteyam wants someone with a little more to give. Like yours, for example. Although, it’s not very hard to have more than her. You may be smaller, the comparison of a human to a Na’vi structure is very stark, but you’ve got a lot to compensate for that. Plenty of bounce and soft curves for him to play with and enjoy. You’ve seen him appreciating the view before, when your v-neck t-shirts or tank tops ‘accidentally’ ride a little too low to be considered modest and his pretty golden eyes follow the movement, tracing the curve of your breasts and lingering on the hardened peaks of your nipples where they poke through your top on the days you forget to wear a bra.

You’ve been forgetting a lot more recently. Wow. Crazy. 

And since you’re smaller, your pussy is clearly going to be tighter too. You think about it all the time, taking Neteyam’s thick cock between your slick walls, feeling him spear you open and filling you up so much you hope you feel him in your throat. He needs someone who’s going to treat him right, squeezing around his length and working him up like it’s your sole purpose in life to be his personal living fleshlight. Iäle can’t give him that. She has ‘selfish lover’ written all over her. She’d probably just chase her own release, make him get off just to say she did and then that’s it. You, on the other hand… you would milk him dry - pulling orgasm after orgasm from his gorgeous muscular body like he deserves until he’s a twitching and overstimulated mess. 

You want to see it so bad - the way his spent cock would shrink and retract back into its sheath in protection from your oh-so-giving hands and mouth and pussy. You want to see the goofy and satisfied smirk on his face as he shivers from the aftershocks, just like the one he gives you when you race through the forest and he pretends like you can keep up with him only to completely demolish you in the final stretch. 

Only this one would be better, with his amber eyes so dazed and hazy and not able to focus on anything at all. You’d fuck him so good you think there might even be drool trailing down his cheek from the corner of his mouth, visual proof of a job well done. 

The point is you have more than her. Would be a million times better than her. Duh. 

You see it clear as day every time you close your eyes. You and him taking the next step and moving from just best friends forever to mates - a bond stronger than forever, an eternity bonded together in an unbreakable connection that can never be severed. You’d be his and he’d be yours. Permanently. You know Eywa would agree with you. You may not have your own kuru, but she would find a way to unite you both. 

And if she won’t. You will. 

So now here’s the riddle: If you see what the future will be every time you close your eyes, then why the fuck is it that when you open them right now… he’s with her. 

Smiling at her, holding her hand, their tails flicking behind them and occasionally brushing against each other as they walk towards you. 

Bitterly, you close your eyes and open them again. Nope, still there. You do it again. Still here and closer. You do it again and again, rapid frustrated blinks make your eyelashes flutter as you hope that the next one will show just him. That she will disappear and cease to exist, stop even breathing the same air as him, but she never does. The quick blinks just serve to tire your eyes and make the couple flicker in and out of sight, getting closer and closer to you with each blink. 

“Kaltxì, tanhì.” Neteyam says with a grin. “What’s wrong with you? Something in your eye?”

Iäle smiles at you too, sending you a small wave with the hand not currently on trial and being threatened to be cut off for touching what’s rightfully yours. “Kaltxì, y/n,”

You force a bright smile on your face as you look up at them. “Hi, you two! No, yeah. Just something in my eye, I guess. It’s out now though,” You eye them suspiciously, gaze unable to help but fall to where their hands are still joined together. “Where are you off to?”

“We were going to head to the river,” Iäle responds, and you just barely hold off a wince from how her voice grates on your ears. How can Neteyam stand to hear her speak without wanting to pluck out his own eardrums? “There’s a spot there that’s really nice that has a view of the whole length of the water.” You let out a small hum of acknowledgement instead of rolling your eyes the way you want to. “But Mo’at has called for me. She was going to prepare the paints for tonight’s celebration, but some of the little ones have become ill and she needs to tend to them, so the task falls to me, I guess.”

“Aw, too bad,”

Iäle shrugs, small smile still present on her lips. “It’s alright. I don’t mind. Anything I can do to help is an honor,”

Ugh, spare me. 

“Okay, well, I’ll be heading over there now,” She says, finally. To your relief she lets go of Neteyam’s hand, but your perceptive gaze doesn’t miss the way she squeezes it as she does. Nor do you miss the way Neteyam grins at her in response. “I’ll see you both tonight at the celebration!”

“Byeee,” You respond. Neteyam doesn’t look at you in confusion or pinch his lips together at your tone, so you suppose you were successful at making it sound friendly. 

Your eyes follow Iäle as she heads back towards the center of the village, disappearing behind the group of training warriors on her way to the healer’s tent. As soon as she’s out of sight, Neteyam turns to you and crosses his arms across his chest. Your eyes zero in on the corded muscle of his arms, pulling taut as they flex with his movement, but your ogling opportunity is cut short when you spot the knowing look on his face as he stares down at you. 

“What?”

“Go on,” He prompts. “Say what you’re going to say.”

“How do you know I was going to say anything?” You reply, sass heavy in your voice. Neteyam just raises a hairless brow in response. “You two seem close.”

“There it is,”

“I’m just stating a fact,”

Neteyam sighs. “I like her. That’s what happens when you like someone,”

“Is that right? Then maybe you should hold my hand more often,” You grumble, turning on your heel to walk back towards the lab. He’s quick to follow you just like you knew he would. 

“I hold your hand all the time,”

“Is that right?” You repeat. 

“Y/n,”

You stop suddenly and turn to look back at him. He towers over you like this, so close that if you just took a step closer you would be face to face with the little (yeah fucking right) funzone hidden safely underneath his loincloth. You don’t, instead choosing to crane your neck back to look up at his face, your own brows furrowed as you snap your fingers together twice and point down towards the ground. 

“Really?” He asks, exasperated. Your only response is another rapid round of snaps and an aggressive point downwards. 

Watching Neteyam crouch down in front of you at your beck and call makes heat spark in your core. He’s such a good boy - would be such a good, good boy for you if he could just get his head out of his ass. In the crouch he’s closer to your height, still taller but not so much so that you're craning your neck to see his face, and he holds your gaze as you glower at him. 

“Serious time now,” You say. “Eyes on me.”

“They already are,” He shoots back, and grins in satisfaction at your glare. “Fine. Yes, ma’am,”

And Eywa, it’s like he’s trying to get you to cream your pants saying it like that. 

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–hey!” You shout, watching as his amber eyes roll upwards at your words. “I. Do. Not. Like. Her. I don’t trust her.”

“So you say, but I still don’t know why–”

“I have my suspicions, Teyam. I don’t trust her intentions with you.” Like intending to take you away from me when you’re MINE. “She’s no good.”

“Why is she no good?”

Cause I said so. “Don’t you trust me?”

Neteyam sighs again, eyes softening as he looks down at your serious face. “Of course I trust you, tanhì,”

“Then trust me now,” You say, voice soft with sympathy as your hand reaches out to caress his arm. His big and muscle packed toned arm. “She’s going to do something to hurt you.”

You want to grind your teeth into dust at the way Neteyam clearly wants to argue with you, but the corner of his mouth just lifts into a pacifying smile. “I know you’re looking out for me. I promise I’ll be careful,”

Liar. 

“You’re such a good friend,”

Fucking ouch. 

Your eye twitches at the words, a grimacing smile pulling at your own lips. “The best friend! Of course,”

“Hm,”

He stands up from his crouch and you turn to resume your walk back towards the lab. Neteyam is a gentleman through and through, so even though he needs to go home and prepare for tonight’s festivities, he walks you home to make sure you're safe. He would do it for anyone - his daddy raised him right like that. But it makes you feel all warm and gooey inside to think that he would only do it for you. You’re his best friend, his future mate, and it’s his job to keep you safe from anything and everything that might try to hurt you. He loves you. You smile smugly at the thought. Neteyam, the mighty warrior - your own personal protector. 

It’s mighty dangerous in the Pandoran forest for a human. Anything could happen. You could break your mask and die of suffocation in a matter of minutes. A thanator could lunge from the dense treeline and gobble you up like you were no more than a midday snack. You could trip and twist your ankle, maybe even sprain it, and Neteyam would have to pick you up in his strong arms that could toss you around like a ragdoll if he wanted to and carry you all the way back to the lab, cradled against him for safety.

Hm. 

You yelp as you quickly catch the toe of your sneaker on the slightly uneven ground on your next step, purposefully throwing yourself onto the ground with a pained gasp as you clutch at your ankle.

“Shit!” Neteyam curses, crouching down and looking at you with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Ow,” You whine, hands still wrapped protectively over your ‘injured’ ankle. “Teyam, it hurts!”

He studies your ankle carefully, his hand reaching out to brush gently across the soft skin to check for tenderness or swelling.

“OW!” You squeal, tears welling up in your eyes at the imaginary pain. 

“Okay, okay,” Neteyam relents, pulling back his hand so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you further. “It doesn’t look broken, but we should probably still get it looked at.”

“No,” You say, voice wobbling as your lower lip trembles. “No, I don’t want to inconvenience anyone.”

“Tanhì, it’s their job. We need to make sure its not–”

“No,” You interrupt. No way. The nurse would take one look at your ankle and bitch you out for wasting her time. No thank you. “It’s fine. I promise. Just twisted and hurts right now. But…”

Neteyam looks unsure. “But what?”

You can’t help how your eyelashes flutter at him. “Can you carry me? I don’t think I can walk right now,”

“Of course, tanhì,”

He picks you up bridal style, which is fitting considering you’ll be his bride one day, and effortlessly cradles you against his chest. You tilt your head to the side, leaning your head against his shoulder as you look up at him with a small smile and a sweet ‘Thank you, Teyam,’ on your lips. His chest is hard and warm against your ear as it presses against his skin, and you wish that you didn’t have to wear this stupid mask to survive outside so you could press your entire face into the solid wall of muscle and inhale his scent. 

The walk back to the lab nearly puts you to sleep with how comfortable you are against him. His steps are careful and smooth, barely jostling you at all and making it feel more like a gentle rocking as it soothes you into a peaceful state. You haven’t felt this calm in a long time. Neteyam has been stressing you out - courting that bitch and parading her around right in front of you. You don’t know why he’s trying to make you jealous, but it’s making you more angry than anything else. This is making up for it though. You think you could forgive his little games and lapse in judgment if he just carries you around pressed against his body a little bit each day. 

He’d have to do other things too, of course. But this would be a start. 

He carries you through the airlock, taking your mask from you and placing it with the others along the attached shelf before grabbing a carbon mask for himself all without letting you touch the ground. He moves with a flawless confidence as he loops the mask around his neck, feet barely pausing in their journey as he takes you all the way up to your room. It’s like something out of your dreams when he lays you on your bed, and for a couple blissful seconds you have the soft mattress at your back and Neteyam’s large hulking figure overtop you just like it’s always meant to be. You wish that he would kneel down on it too, hold himself over you as he sweeps his pretty golden eyes along your sprawled out frame. You’d stretch out even more, putting the entire length of your body on display for him, maybe even let out a small enticing moan just to give him a little show - a little taste at what was to come.

But he’s off the bed and kneeling at your side all too soon, fingers reaching out again to brush against your ankle in concern. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I can still get Jane to come look at it.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. Just twinged it a bit, that’s all. Jane would just get pissed we wasted her time,”

“If you’re sure,”

“I am,” You insist. “Thank you though, Teyam. For carrying me. You’re really strong.”

Neteyam hums, a crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Yeah, I guess I am,”

He stands up, taking a breath from his mask, and you can tell he’s gearing up to leave. The selfish part of you doesn’t want him to. He should be around you all the time. The thought of leaving your side shouldn’t even pop into his head. And if he has to, if he really has no other choice, you should see pain burning in his amber eyes - the feeling of sorrow so overwhelming that he feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest just to have to leave you for a moment to go on a hunt or use the bathroom.

Annoyance sparks when you don’t see that pain evident in his face. He looks fine. He’s getting ready to leave you, while you’re hurt, and he’s fine. 

“You’re coming to the celebration tonight, right?” He asks when he pulls the mask away, and you plant another sickly sweet smile on your face in response.

“Yeah! I’m gonna be your plus one, of course,”

“Yeah, okay,” Neteyam chuckles. “I’m going to head back. I have some things I have to do before tonight, but I’ll be back to come get you in case you’re still having ankle pain.”

“Sounds good! Thank you, mighty warrior,”

He smirks at the nickname, but doesn’t reply. And then he’s walking out of your room, beautiful expanse of back curving as he ducks under the doorframe, tail flicking out lazily behind him, and wow…

You hate to watch him go, but love to watch him leave. 

The more you think about it, the more you determine that no - you’re not going to stand for this nonsense anymore. 

This little game has been going on for far too long, and it’s about time that this victor claims her prize. That doesn’t mean you have to play by the rules though.

Besides, what fun is a game without playing a little dirty?

The people in the lab are more than helpful without even realizing it. You listen, enraptured, as they tell you about a new plant discovered just off the side of the Hallelujah Mountains. It’s a rare find, and they tell you that the effects when ingested are shockingly similar to some other drugs found on Earth. 

Despite the similarities to some not-so-nice Earth drugs, the scientists in the lab are excited about it. 

“Mo’at says it might be useful for the children that have been sick recently. They’ll be groggy and probably not remember anything, but it will force their bodies to relax and recover instead of them wasting energy being uncomfortable or in pain,” One of them tells you, opening the small jar of powered plant. “It’s potent as a powder so it only takes a small amount to be effective.”

Frankly you don’t know why they’re telling you all this. You don’t have anything to do with the science side of anything here, but you listen with rapt attention as they unknowingly tell you the answer to all your problems. You can practically see the little invisible label on the side of the jar now:

Mating Powder for the Hardheaded Na’vi

Side effects may include dizziness, confusion, mental fog, memory loss, or unconsciousness. 

Warning: For best effects, keep bitches named Iäle away from the consumer so that the provider may have the night of her life that she deserves. 

“Oh, how intriguing,” You tell them. “Very interesting indeed.”

Yeah. Sounds pretty damn perfect. 

You wait until everyone goes to dinner before sneaking back into the lab. They said the powder is potent, just a little bit needed to have the effect on the Na’vi children, so you think that amount plus a little extra should do the job for your stubborn Na’vi male. Slipping some into a small plastic baggie you steal from one of the tables is easy enough, and you're in and out of the lab with no one the wiser to the small little pouch of wish granting power stashed safely in your pocket. 

By the time Neteyam arrives back at the lab, the baggie is already hidden away out of sight, tucked between your breast and the cup of your bra. You don’t want to wear one, it would be so much better to tease Neteyam with the sight of your unbound tits through the thin material of your pretty party dress. But alas, you’ve also chosen to forego panties and you need a place to keep the baggie. So bra it is. 

You’ve made sure it’s at least a sexy lacy one though. You’re gonna get fucked in it tonight, you’re sure of it. 

“What do you think?” You ask him, twirling in your spot and posing to give him a little show of the outfit. “You like?”

Neteyam nods. “Yes, you look beautiful, tanhì. You always do,”

“Do you think I look sexy?”

The slight flush visible on Neteyam’s cheeks is confirmation enough despite his silence. 

“Mate worthy, one might say?” You continue, and this time his hairless brows shoot up. 

“Mate? Are you searching for a mate?”

You hear it in his voice. The jealousy. It’s very subtle, barely even noticeable - most people wouldn't have even caught onto it. But you’re smart, you’re brain in tune with all things Neteyam and Neteyam-like, so all you need is the smallest hint and you can tell it’s there. You just barely hold off a smirk, instead choosing to stare at him with wide eyes. “Jealous?” 

“No, I just didn’t know you were interested in finding one. Is it someone I know?”

“Maybe,”

Neteyam lets out a harsh rush of air that you think could be a laugh. “You’re not going to tell me?”

Eywa, you made this man so… beautiful. 

“Nope,” You smirk, coyly. “Guess you’re just gonna have to wait and find out.”

The walk back to the village is a slow one. You need to be gentle on your ankle, it’s still pretty tender after your fall earlier after all. Plus the longer alone time with Neteyam is an added benefit. You’re going to have to see her at this celebration, so you’re going to need a little bit of extra incentive to get through it. 

By the time you make it to the village’s center, The People are dancing. A flurry of bodies flowing and twisting to the steady beat of the song take up most of the site. The fire sparks at the center of it all, bright and sparkling as it shoots out crackles that arch over top the heads of the dancing Na’vi. There’s people crouched or sitting along the outer ring of the celebration, indulging in food and drink rather than dance and you nudge Neteyam’s thigh, smiling as you point to a small opening of the circle just perfect for the two of you to claim as your own. 

This is how it’s supposed to be - just you and Neteyam enjoying the pleasures Pandora has to offer, side by side like a true mated pair. 

But the moment you sit down on the seating log, your irritation floods your content peace of mind. She’s here. 

She’s got such an attitude about her, pushing her way through the barely there space of the dancing clan and the resting members in the outer circle. What makes her think she’s good enough to make that space for herself? Just go around like a normal person. 

When Iäle makes it in front of you, you notice she only has one swoasey in each hand. 

“Kaltxì,” She smiles, handing one of the cups to Neteyam. She keeps the other one in her hand though, curling her now free hand around the rounded shape to cradle it. “Y/n, I thought to bring you one but I wasn’t sure how you would handle the stronger alcohol as a human, but you can have this one if you want.”

This fucking bitch. How disrespectful. 

“Oh,” You say, and if you add a little more disappointment and sadness into your voice than you actually feel, that’s your business. “That’s okay. I’ll just go get my own.”

“I’ll go get you one, tanhì,”

“No,” You insist. “It’s okay. I’ll be back in just a minute.” 

You ignore Neteyam’s responding frown (and Iäle completely) as you make your way around the outside of the edges of the gathering. Your heart is pounding in your chest, anger boiling there like a pool of molten lava even as you try to keep your features neutral and smile at the Na’vi you pass. You’ve had enough - enough of this. You’re not going to let her embarrass you anymore. 

Wasn’t sure how you would handle the stronger alcohol - fuck off. 

The drink that finds its way into your hand is just as big as the ones Neteyam and Iäle are holding. It’s too much alcohol for you, that’s true, but fuck her for saying it out loud like your size is an insult. You take a sip from the cup, face twisting in disgust as a harsh shiver rocks your body at the taste. Gross, but much needed. 

Your eyes flicker around, searching for wandering eyes as you reach your fingers into your bra. The small baggie is still there and the opening pulls apart easily with a quick swipe of your thumb and pointer finger. Finding no prying eyes, you dump the contents into the cup. The powder dissolves into the drink almost as soon as it touches the liquid, and by the time you’ve shoved the empty baggie back into its hidey spot and swirled the cup a little in your palm, all remaining evidence of what you’ve just done have disappeared completely. 

When you return to the seating log you claimed, Neteyam and Iäle are still there too, and it seems they’ve found some food while you were gone. They’ve switched seats too - Neteyam taking up crouching facing the seats while Iäle has taken the space he was in when you left, leaving you to sit next to the absolute eye-roll of a Na’vi on the log. 

“Here, tanhì,” Neteyam says, handing you a small leaf holding some cooked teylu. You thank him with a pretty smile, pleased with the small declarations of loyalty he has shown for you despite his games. If he’s going to try to make you jealous, at least he’s man enough to still take care of you while he plays around. 

“Y/n,” Iäle says as she bites off a piece of her own teylu. “I hope I didn’t offend you earlier by not getting you a drink. That wasn’t my intention. I just thought—”

“No, it’s okay,” The forced brightness in your voice makes you want to throw up. “Of course it’s okay. No harm done.”

And you wish you could smack her responding smile off her face. 

Iäle’s voice grates on your nerves as she speaks, telling you both about her afternoon of painstakingly mixing together the paints for the newly passed warriors to wear. You pretend to sip at your drink throughout dinner, listening with rapt attention when Neteyam talks about how the day’s training session went and then with barely concealed boredom when Iäle mentions the sickness plaguing a few of the kids. 

“Mo’at thinks they should be well enough in a few days. Especially with the new medicine we are trying out to help keep them calm and rested as they recover.”

“That’s good,” Neteyam says and you quickly nod in ecstatic agreement when his eyes flick over to you.   

He’s done his first drink, the swoasey empty on the ground beside him, so you feign one last sip of your own before shoving it in his direction. 

“Teyam, you wanna finish it for me? Guess it was a little too much for me to handle after all,”

“Oh, okay,” Netayam says, taking the cup from your outstretched hand. “Thanks, tanhì.”

You watch in barely contained satisfaction as he takes a few large gulps of the drugged drink. You wonder how long it will take for it to start affecting him. It can’t be long, maybe just enough time to make up some excuse to leave and then make it back to the lab before it hits. And you can’t be around people when it happens. Especially not her. 

It’s just another confirmation that Eywa wants you and Neteyam to be together when another of Mo’at’s healers-in-training runs up and taps Iäle’s shoulder. Mo’at is busy with the celebration - the Tsahìk is needed to give her speech and blessing for the new warriors - but a few of the little ones are fretful and need an experienced healer’s attention. There are stars in your eyes as you watch Iäle solemnly get up from her seat and wave goodbye to you and Neteyam. You can tell she doesn’t want to leave, wants to stick around and possibly try to dance with your man, but luck happens to be on your side and now you have him all to yourself. 

You’re almost sad you can’t stay and enjoy the celebration as a couple. But there’s no rush. After today, he’ll be yours forever and every celebration from now on will be spent with you in his arms as his girl. 

Neteyam gulps down the rest of the alcohol as he shoves the last bite of teylu in his mouth, and you decide that that’s your sign to move this night along. 

“Teyam,” You whine, eyes wide as you reach down to gently touch your ‘injured’ ankle. “My ankle is starting to hurt again.”

Neteyam’s hairless brows furrow in worry, eyes shooting down to your ankle for just a second before meeting your own again. “You should really see Jane so she can make sure it’s nothing serious,”

“It’s fine,” You say. “Just too much walking on it too quickly I guess. Can you carry me home?”

Instead of answering, Neteyam licks his fingers clean and moves the two empty cups against the log so they’re out of people’s way before scooting around so that his back is to you. You happily wrap yourself around him, arms locked around his neck while his big hands catch your thighs as you jump to wrap your legs around his torso. 

You dig your face into his back as he walks, Neteyam hissing lightly as the cold glass of your mask presses into his spine. You ignore him though, instead enjoying the feeling of his muscles shifting against your front as you press yourself harder against his sturdy frame. Your dress is too long and not being a team player right now - because if it was, it would be hanging differently. As it is, the little excess fabric it has is settling between your thighs and acting as a barrier between your bare pussy and Neteyam’s sculpted back. 

Which is a problem, obviously, because Neteyam’s back muscles should be massaging against your clit right about now. 

Neteyam makes it about three-fourths of the way back to the lab before the drug starts to hit him. He stops suddenly mid-stride, swaying slightly as one hand drops its grip on your thigh to press against the side of his head. 

“Teyam?” You say, voice soft and full of concern. Oh nooooo, what could possibly be wrong? “You okay?”

“Yes,” He grumbles, breathing coming out just a little bit shaky. “Just dizzy.”

“Maybe you had too much alcohol. Let’s hurry up and get back and you can lay down in my bed.”

You watch as he shakes his head as if to clear it, hand coming back down to hold your thigh as he forces himself to continue the rest of the journey. But once the drug starts to take effect on your large Na’vi, it shows no mercy as it wraps him tighter under its powerful grip. His first dizzy sway soon turns into another, and another. 

“Neteyam!” You shout, your grip around his neck tightening as you brace yourself against him when he stumbles forward.

“S-sorry,” He gasps, hands trying to hold you steady as he rights himself. “Sorry, tanhì. Sorry. I-I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s okay,” You soothe, gently reaching up to brush your hand across his damp forehead and swiping a few braids out of his face. “Just a little farther and you can rest.”

The last trek of the walk takes significantly longer than it should have and Neteyam is not doing well by any means. His breathing is harsh now, nearly panting as he struggles to fight off the nearly constant dizziness that he’s feeling. His skin is hot to the touch, sweaty as he stumbles through the Pandoran forest, mumbling obscenities to himself in between nearly incoherent sentences as he pushes forward. You feel a little bad seeing him this way. You love him and you would never want him to suffer, but he brought this on himself. 

When another one of his stumbles nearly throws you from his back entirely, you think that maybe you gave him a bit too much. Maybe you should also get off of his back since it would probably be easier for him to walk without your additional weight on him and having to make sure you don’t fall off every five seconds, but that would mean not feeling the stretch and shift of his hard muscles under your body and, well… you never said you weren’t selfish. 

“I was thinking,” You start, voice low in his ear as your hand once again finds the expanse of his forehead, pressing against it to help keep his head up. “We didn’t see where Iäle got the drink from. Maybe she did something to it.”

“W-what?” Neteyam whispers, brow scrunching under your touch. 

You don’t respond. You don’t need to. You’re not even sure if he’s really going to remember this all anyway, but you smile to yourself regardless, pleased at the seed of doubt you’ve planted. 

The door to the lab is just in sight when Neteyam collapses for the first time. It’s a testament to how strong the Na’vi are, truly, because you know that you gave him a hell of a dose and he was still able to make it all the way back from the village before his body completely gave up on him. You do fly off his back this time when he goes down, landing heavily on your side as he crumples beside you. 

He’s not in his right mind now, so you don’t have to worry about keeping up pretenses with your imaginary injury. Instead, you scramble up, grabbing hold of his arm and urging him to stand back on his feet again. “Come on, big guy. Almost there.”

He collapses again at the door, his body falling into the thick metal of the airlock with a loud bang, and you let out a startled gasp at the sight of his head nearly colliding against it too. Fuck, that would have sucked. You want him lax and vulnerable, susceptible to your desires as you guide you both towards becoming one - you don’t want him knocked the fuck out by taking an accidental blow to the head. 

He mumbles something when you help him up again, and even in his disoriented state he’s still a gentleman as he tries his best not to put too much of his weight on you. Your hand smacks against the open button, ushering Neteyam inside the chamber as it depressurizes from the carbon filled Pandoran air to breathable oxygen. Neteyam takes a knee to rest as you pause next to the mask station, replacing your mask and pack on the shelf and grabbing a carbon mask for Neteyam. You loop the carbon mask around your own neck, worried that taking the time to try to fit it around Neteyam’s might mean the difference between making it to your bedroom and dealing with a passed out Na’vi in the middle of the hallway. 

“Come on, baby,” You say, cupping his cheek and tilting his head towards you. His big amber eyes are glazed over. You think they look so beautiful. 

It seems like forever by the time you finally make it into your bedroom. Neteyam collapses on the bed, large body taking up the entirety of the mattress as he sprawls out, legs dangling off the edge. You pull the carbon mask from around your neck, smiling softly down at Neteyam as you place the mask over his parted mouth. Your hand slips underneath the back of his head as you try to lift it up. It’s heavy in your hold, and Neteyam does nothing to help you as you try to work the strap of the mask underneath it. It takes some adjusting, but a brief moment of perseverance and you’re able to get it under and looped around his neck.

The mask itself is fogged up with Neteyam’s quick breathing and, after a few seconds, you pull it off and rest it on his sternum. 

“I feel heavy,” Neteyam slurs, golden eyes closing for just a second before opening back up, but they’re still unfocused - seeing things, but maybe not actually seeing things. 

“I know, baby. I know,” You coo, a slight pout pulling at your lips as you squeeze reassuringly at his shoulder. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. I’m here.”

You know the drug is supposed to put him to sleep, and that’s fine - that’s the goal actually - eventually. But it’s not ideal for right now. Things have to happen first. And with the way Neteyam is looking… well, you don’t know how much time you have left so you need to work fast. 

You climb on the bed, tossing one of your legs over Neteyam’s thighs so you can straddle it and fuck. Oh God, fuuuuckkk. The feeling of his muscular thigh against your bare pussy already makes you want to cum. You’re so wet - have been for a majority of the walk back from having Neteyam’s irresistible body pressed against yours for so long, his muscles teasing their strength as they ripple under his skin. His thigh is no different. Just a block of hard, solid, corded muscle that presses just perfectly against your throbbing clit. 

You allow yourself one experimental rock, dragging the swollen bundle of nerves across his skin. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, hands subconsciously gripping onto his waist to hold him close. You hear Neteyam let out a noise similar to a hum at the movement, too, and the sound shoots straight to your core. 

“Fuck,” You whimper. Get it together. You need to focus on the prize. 

You force your hips to stay still and move your hands inwards, slowly caressing the flat, toned plane of his stomach as you go before tracing the bottom of Neteyam’s cummerbund with the tips of your fingers. 

“Let’s get you comfortable, okay?” You say, softly. “So you can relax.”

Perhaps you should have thought this through a little more. Neteyam’s laying down and the cummerbund ties at the back, so it's another game of ‘shove your hands under the massive amount of deadweight and see if you can fanegal your way around it’. You do, of course. You're persistent in getting what you want. But it takes longer than you would have liked and more effort than you wanted to give, especially given that you have your drenched pussy pressed against his thigh right now and you want nothing more than to hump him like a thanator in heat.

But when it’s finally off, it’s worth it to see that little extra strip of skin. You can’t wait to trace every single one of those exposed bioluminescent freckles scattered around his waist with your tongue. 

“So much better, huh?” You say, tossing the cummerbund to the floor. “Not as restricting.”

Your hands find the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your pretty lacy bra as your dress joins Neteyam’s cummerbund on the floor. Neteyam’s hazy eyes do their best to follow your movements, and even though the confusion you see in them, they can’t leave the sight of your scantily clad body.

A satisfied smirk pulls at your lips as you lean forward, pressing your hands against his belly as the tops of your arms push your breasts together. The movement makes your clit brush against Neteyam’s thigh again, and you want to whine, want to do it again and again and again until you drench his gorgeous blue skin in your juices. But you’re caught in his gaze as his large golden eyes track your movement, unable to help tracing the curves despite his current state. 

Slowly, your hands drag down his belly, curving to his sides and messaging his hips for a moment before your fingers find the knot at the side of his loincloth. 

“Let’s get this off too,” You whisper. The knot stands no chance against your prying fingers and comes apart easily with just a few flicks and pulls. 

It feels like unwrapping a present as you pull the loincloth from Neteyam’s hips. You’ve seen down there before. The Na’vi aren’t as body conscious as humans are. Plus he’s your best friend, and there’s no need for modesty between friends. If you’ve taken a few extra peeks while he’s changing or bathing then that’s your business, just like you’ve caught him returning the favor more than a few times. 

But it still feels brand new as you stare at the flat space between his thighs. Excitement courses through your veins at the sight of it, your mouth watering at the thought that soon it’s gonna be glistening and puffy and parting at the center to make way for the real prize to come out. 

“Tanhì,” Neteyam mumbles, but you’re quick to shush him.

“Just relax, Teyam,” It hurts to pull your pussy from his thigh, but you have something more important to sit on soon. You just need to coax it out first. “Just feel.”

You settle between his legs on your stomach, hands pressing against his inner thighs and urging them apart a little further to give you better access to his center. You bite your lip to hide your smile, running a teasing finger along the slit before your lips replace your finger with a gentle kiss. 

The first drag of your tongue along his slit already has your eyes rolling back into your head. You’ve never gotten to do this before. You probably could have had other Na’vi lovers before if you really wanted to. You’re gorgeous and Neteyam isn’t the only sexy blue alien who you’ve caught staring at your assets before. But why would you ever want anyone else when you have your mighty warrior right here in front of you. Finally. 

Neteyam grunts above you as you lick at him, long and thorough swipes of your tongue across the slit, again and again, laving the area and coating it in your saliva until you taste the first signs of his arousal seeping from inside. You hum as the first bit of slick touches your tongue, coating your tastebuds and making your thighs clench together in pleasure. Your thumbs press into either side of the slit, pulling it apart slightly so your tongue can push in deeper, desperate for more of Neteyam’s delicious taste. 

Your tongue is relentless as you eat at him and you know that if he had control of his body, his hips would be canting up towards your face. You can picture it now - how next time will be. You’ll be between his legs again, mouth teasing at the flat alien space he has between his legs as you coax his cock out further and further out of its protective sheath with each swipe of your tongue. He’d have one hand clutching at your sheets, fisting them so hard you would probably have rips in them from how hard his fingers would dig into it. His other hand would be on the back of your head, large palm cradling the entirety of it as he presses you harder against him, moaning for you to lick faster, harder, deeper. You wonder how sensitive this part of him is. He’s moaning so much already, quiet punched out sounds that serve to urge you on, and you wonder how much louder he would be if he wasn’t so tired and drugged up. 

The taste of his slick makes your pussy gush, the more you lap up the more your body feels like it's on fire. You’ve heard about the Na’vi having something in their slick that’s intoxicating - your head feels fuzzy, feels good, like you're levitating on air and Neteyam is the only focal point you can see. And when you feel the first poke of Neteyam’s cock peeking through the now puffy and soaking opening of his slit, your hips can’t help the way they grind into the mattress.

You’re quick to wrap your lips around the protruding head, suckling gently at the exposed tip as your thumbs continue to rub soothingly up and down the sides of the now open slit, using the slick there to help the glide. Neteyam grunts at the feel of your lips around his cock, and he has just enough movement of his body left to be able to give a slight arch as you suck a bit harder. 

“Y/n,” He groans, and the sound of your name falling from his lips like that makes you want to scream. 

That’s right, baby. Say my name. 

It’s a blissful experience - Neteyam’s cock slowly filling your mouth more and more as it emerges from its sheath. Another inch and then another, each new barb and bump sliding across your tongue until the very tip of it hits the back of your throat. Despite him not being able to move much, you pin his hips down anyway - a dual combination of your own intense desire for him mixed with the increased need brought on by whatever is in his slick. 

His cock feels so good in your mouth, the texture along his length dragging against your tongue as the cone shaped tip of his cock bumps the inside of your cheek. You adjust again, opening your throat and forcing your head downwards. You gag when his cock breaches your airway, sputtering and choking yourself on him as you do your best to take him in. Fuck, he’s so big. You can’t breathe, can’t even think he’s so big, but you don’t want to move away. You’ve wanted this for so long so if you have to ruin your throat a little bit to make it happen, then so be it. 

The need for air cuts your plan short, and it takes the knowledge that this isn’t the last time you’ll be able to do this to allow yourself to pull off. Neteyam’s cock is shiny and glorious as you free it and allow it to slap against his lower belly. The base of his cock is the same gorgeous pattern of blue stripes that adorn the rest of his body, littered with bumps and barbs and tiny bioluminescent freckles that you know are going to feel magical inside of you. The tip is a pretty lavender color, the colors blending together almost artfully as it spreads towards the slight cone shaped head. Finally being able to look at it properly has you feeling feral, and you can’t resist the temptation to give one last sloppy lick along the entire length of it, the tip of your tongue gently teasing the ridges on the underside of the head before pulling away for good.

Neteyam’s panting is matching yours - deep, heavy, and quick as you both try to catch your breath. You climb up his body and straddle his waist. Your fingers are still a little wet from his slick as you cup his face and tilt it up, bringing his lips in alignment with yours. You press your own against his and you feel so small compared to him. His lips are twice the size yours are and wonder what it would feel like if the positions were reversed right now. You think you would burst into a ball of flames if you had him on top of you like this - his large, heavy body covering you completely and pressing you into your own mattress. Your tongue slides between his lips and glides against his own, and you moan at the rough feel of it.

“Next time we do this,” You murmur against his lips. “I want you to eat my pussy, okay?” You pull back, thumb caressing his bottom lip briefly before you bring the carbon mask back up to his mouth. “Wanna feel what that textured tongue of yours feels like.”

Neteyam gulps down the carbon like it's the only air he’s ever gotten, hazy golden eyes locked on yours as you scoot your hips back without ever breaking eye contact. Your ass meets his cock and you greedily drag your pussy along the length as you let him sip from the mask. The bumps along his length feel like heaven against your drenched cunt, the additional texture so foreign and blissful on your swollen clit. 

When you deemed he’s had enough, you drop the mask back on his chest and place a steadying hand on his stomach. Your other hand reaches behind you, guiding his cock up until the tip of it is nestled against your entrance. 

“Fuck,” You giggle, nervously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You’re ready, you’re so so ready. He just feels so big. He is big. He’s going to stretch you out so much. His cock is going to bully its way into your guts and you’re going to feel so full. The very thought of it makes you as terrified as it does excited. Maybe there will even be a bulge. You want to know - you want to know so badly.

With a deep breath, you start to lower yourself down on him. The stretch as the head of his cock penetrates your slick walls has you gasping. Fuck, it feels so intense, so much as his thick girth spears you open. You’re so wet, so ready for him, and the added slick from his slit and your saliva still coats his cock so the slide is as easy as it ever could be. The pressure is there as you bear down on him harder, desperate to feel more of him inside you, but to your complete shock, there is little actual pain.  

The barbs decorating his length scrape deliciously against your insides, dragging across your sensitive walls and pressing into pleasure spots you didn’t even know you had. You let out a relieved laugh when you finally fit in all that you can take. You’re so full, so amazingly full that you feel like you want to cry. There is a bulge - you can see it clear as day, pressing from the inside of your belly, and your hand caresses the bulge lovingly. 

That’s your mate’s cock inside of you. 

Finally.

When you look back up at Neteyam, you see that his eyes are rolled back in pleasure, just the bottom of his golden irises and his blown pupils are visible underneath his hooded eyes. 

“Feel so good inside me, Teyam,” You whisper, and you think the slight grunt he lets out at your words is him agreeing. “So, so good.”

His cock feels even better when your hips start to move, slowly raising up until only the tip is left inside you before sliding back down, your own pussy becoming its new protective sheath. You keep it safe inside you, cradled and protected within the loving hug of your slick walls as you ride him faster. Harder. Each push of his cock inside you feels like you're being blessed. You’ve been a good girl, you’ve earned this. And now, despite you having to play a little dirty to get to this point, your efforts are being rewarded. Neteyam is your god and you’ll worship the ground he walks on until the day you die. And from this day forward, he’ll worship you in return. 

The bulge in your belly disappears and reappears with each movement of your hips, and your clit throbs, pulsing with need and begging for you to give it some attention. You don’t want your own fingers. You’ve had more than enough of your own touch over the years. Your eyes land on Neteyam’s hand still lying limp next to him. His long fingers are curled slightly against the bed, his best attempt at clutching the sheets just like you know he would be now if he could, and you’ve imagined those fingers playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves more times than you can count. 

Your hand goes to reach for it, set on feeling Neteyam’s beautiful fingers between your thighs even if you have to guide his movements yourself. But then your eyes fall on the carefully maintained braid lying just a few inches next to that hand and your priorities change.

Yes. 

He’s your mate. He’s yours. You deserve this. You get to touch it. 

Your hips slow to a careful grind as your fingers clasp gently around the bottom of his kuru. It feels good in your hand, the hair covering the neural queue feels glossy and perfect against your palm. A small smile creeps onto your lips as you flip open the very tip of it, and you stare greedily as the hair falls away revealing the bright pink wiggling extensions of Neteyam’s nervous system. 

From behind the wriggling tendrils, you see Neteyam’s head shift towards you again, his golden eyes hooded and a little bit teary from pleasure as he watches you hold onto the most sacred part of him. 

“You’re mine, okay?” You tell him. “Only mine. Forever.”

To seal your words, you bring the pretty pink tendrils to your lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to them before caressing them with the flat of your tongue. You watch Neteyam react to the feel of your tongue licking against them. His pupils blow out more than you ever thought was possible, black overtaking his eyes and leaving only the thinnest band of gold around the edges. The sounds leaving his mouth now make your pussy clench around him tighter, and you’re again cursing the fact that you’ve even had to do this because they could be louder. He could be screaming right now, but he can’t because of the stupid drugs hold on him. 

Next time, y/n. Next time, you have to remind yourself, or you think you might go mad.  

You lick them again, already obsessed with the way they feel against your tongue and the giddy thought of ‘I licked it so it’s mine’ has you grinning in victory. 

You pull the tendrils away from your tongue and start to drag them slowly down your body. They slide wherever you take them, still wiggling and searching for purchase but never finding any as you drag them down your neck, over your collarbone and the tops of your breast. You want to pull down the cup of your bra and see if it would latch onto one of your nipples, desperate to know what they would feel like and how Neteyam would react to it, but the pulsing need between your thighs refuses to be ignored. They wriggle along your belly, over the bulge still present there, and tickle the inside of your thigh as you guide it closer and closer to your intended bonding zone. 

When they reach for your clit, the feeling has you squealing. They’re relentless, determined to find something to wrap around and latch onto, but the wetness between your thighs has them sliding and squirming and unable to bond to you. It feels so weird, so weird and so good as they try to wrap themselves around your clit. Your hips move again on their own accord, riding him harder and faster while the tendrils inadvertently play with your clit, and holy fuck - fuck fuck fuck you think you might be going insane. 

Somehow the tendrils find purchase through the wetness, a few wrapping themselves around your clit while the others stick themselves to the inside of your folds. And you can feel it - can feel the energy radiating from them. 

It’s not how it’s usually done, but you’re not the usual couple. You don’t have a kuru so it shouldn’t be possible for you to bond fully with Neteyam, but you never believed that. And now you’ve proven that you were right. You can feel the bond forming from where you’re connected - from his most intimate part to yours. 

Neteyam’s eyes are rolled back into his head again, so far gone that you can only see the whites of his eyes at the bottom. His chest is heaving under your palm, small grunts and moans spilling from his lips and even though his body can barely move, his cock twitches and pulses wildly inside you. 

You can feel his knot forming at the base of his cock, the thick ball of tissue swelling and expanding with each thrust. It’s starting to catch at the rim of your pussy and each pass over it gets harder and harder to not get caught on it. 

“Ooooh fuck,” You whine. It already feels so big. “Teyam, fuck,”

You don’t have to take it. You could pull off now and wrap your hand around it to help finish him off. But why the fuck would you do that? He’s yours. You were made for him. Meant to take him. All of him. And you’re not letting this opportunity pass without taking everything. 

The next downward push of your hips is the last one you’re able to make. Neteyam’s knot is so big and you push your hips down on it harder, making it force its way inside you under your bodyweight. You can’t help the small scream that tears from your throat as it locks inside you, tethering you to Neteyam for who knows however long - and then you’re cumming.

Your orgasm tears through you relentlessly, body shaking and spasming as your hands reach out and hold onto Neteyam for dear life. Neteyam’s cock pulses inside you, warm ropes of cum painting your insides as he pants beneath you. When your orgasm is through and you’re done shaking enough to lift yourself up again, you notice Neteyam’s eyes are closed.

He’s sleeping now and you’re exhausted, so you lay your head down on Neteyam’s chest and try to get as comfortable as possible.

His knot stays locked inside you and the tendrils of his kuru remain wrapped around your clit as you drift off to sleep with him. 

By the time Neteyam wakes up, it’s almost like nothing has even happened. 

You’re free from his knot and his cock has since retracted back into its sheath. You’ve cleaned you both up a little, wiping away the evidence with a damp cloth and even though you know he’s going to be able to smell everything still, it’s not like that matters. You’re not trying to hide what happened between the two of you - just how it happened. 

You’ve disposed of the baggie which is the important part anyway.

Somehow you’ve managed to get Neteyam’s loincloth back on. It was tricky given his sleeping position, but you’ve always been a little crafty. His cummerbund is still on the floor though along with your dress, but you’ve decided to go for a more comfortable t-shirt look after wiping yourself clean.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed playing with Neteyam’s songcord that was at one point looped around the band of his loincloth when his eyes flutter open. He groans, one hand coming up to press against the side of his head as he looks around the room in confusion. He seems to relax a bit when his eyes land on you. 

“Wha–what happened?” Neteyam asks, voice no louder than a gruff mumble. 

He still looks a little out of it, the drugs not quite completely out of his system yet. When you look into those big beautiful golden eyes of his, they’re wide and confused. But, more importantly, they’re clear and haze free. He’s himself - he’ll remember this.

So you say your next words carefully with the confidence that he’ll remember them. 

“Iäle drugged you,” You tell him. “She drugged your drink and tried to take advantage of you. But she got called away before she could.” You reach out and cup his cheek, thumb sweeping across his cheekbone lovingly. “I took care of you.”

You hate the spark of doubt you see in his eyes at your words, no doubt thinking that Perfect Iäle would never do such a thing, but you know he trusts you. You’ve never given him a reason not to. You’re the perfect friend - kind, loyal and trustworthy. You wouldn’t say something like this if it wasn’t true. 

“I knew she was no good,” You add. “I felt it in my heart. But it’s okay. I’m here, Teyam. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Neteyam’s lips part like he wants to speak and you know there’s probably a barrage of questions on the tip of his tongue, but the leftover drug still in his system forces him to be silent. You watch, pleased, as his eyes slip shut again, sending him into another round of haze filled sleep.

You hope he dreams. Maybe he’ll dream of what you just told him - see a different version of reality in which Iäle really did drug his drink instead of you and believe that that is this reality. Or maybe he’ll dream of you - your smile, your voice, your touch.

He’ll feel it now. When he wakes up again, he’ll feel it. The undeniable pull towards you as his mate. He’ll realize that he’s been a fool, wasting his time messing with another girl when he’s had you here, perfect and pretty for him this whole time. 

Bye, Iäle, you think smugly, resting your upper body out along Neteyam’s hips and propping your chin up against his stomach.

I win.

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[quicktosimp]

This is so good!!! I love the power play, and how you used the drugs in this!!! Also it’s nice to see Lyle, he doesn’t pop up often

drugged

a/n: funny bald man turned serious: not clickbait

pairing: lyle wainfleet x gn!recom!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, roofies, manipulation, threats

you blink at the hazy lights in the room, hands slipping around your drink that you cradle in front of you, and you lean back against the sofa in the room

you felt exhausted, like a boulder had been dropped on your shoulders, and your eyes droop close as you take in a staggering breath

perhaps it was just the na’vi body, but you didn’t think your alcohol tolerance had become so low and even then, these bodies were large with fast metabolism

drunk shouldn’t even be in your vocabulary right now after only a few beers

a hand falls onto your shoulder, warm and large, and you can hear them trying to speak

but the voice sounds too far away and then like you two were plunged into water, and you strain your ears to hear them speak again

opening your eyes just enough to see them, you can see it’s Lyle, and he’s lifting you off the couch and slinging your arm around his shoulder, turning his head to the other blue blobs in the room

his feet are fast, too fast for you your own to move, and so you stumble and lean into him as he brings you out of the warm room and into the cooler hallway

the trip is a blur of stumbles and nearly dozing off in the middle of the hallway, but he finally grabs your id badge and sticks it against the reader to lead you into your room

you practically fall into your bed as Lyle lets go of you, and you melt into the soft sheets, body too sluggish and weighed to even think about moving to get more comfortable

Lyle mumbles something under his breath, and you don’t even react as he moves you on the bed, hands tight and rough as he does so

your brain is too mushy to really comprehend what’s happening with your body, and you let him do whatever as you close your eyes and breathe in the scent of your laundry detergent

and then there’s the faint sound of metal clinking and the feeling of your bottoms slipping off your legs, and you let out a soft groan as you try to turn your head to see what’s happening

a hand forces your face back into the sheets, and you try to move your hands or to move your body to get him off your back

but your fingers uselessly twitch, and your weight hardly moves anywhere as Lyle lets go of your head to grip onto your hips, fingers digging in hard

there’s the feeling of his cock pressing onto your ass, sliding in between, and you groan in response, head only moving enough to the side to give you more air to breathe

you’re helpless to him, how he grinds against your ass and groans into the room, saying something to you that warbles and distorts under the influence

there’s the faint sound of something popping open, and your body minutely twitches as the head of his cock pushes into you

only a faint pain echoes through your body, and your sluggish mind finally comes to the conclusion that Lyle had put something into your drink

whatever he had put in your drink thankfully dulls the touch of him, how his cock stretches you open and how his nails dig into your skin

even blinking is an exhaustive effort as your body rocks back and forth on your shitty military grade bed, and you let out a pitiful whine to try and get him to stop

he laughs something in response, but you can’t hear it as a dark exhaustion settles into your brain and behind your eyelids

you fall into sleep, dark and dreamless and restless all the same, and when you wake, you’re on your bed, pants pulled down and still dressed in the casual clothing you were in last night

something sticky and dry sits between your thighs, and what happened last night hits you like a truck and you freeze in your spot

Lyle Wainfleet had spiked your drink and then taken your body for himself, and now you’re stuck in this position

your body feels like it’s been through hell, and you suppose it has 

you flinch as you hear something pounding at your door, the knock echoing in your ears and sending a ringing through your head

even now, you struggle to stand, wincing at the pain shooting through your body, and you stumble to the door and pull your pants on as best you can

the door swishes open and there stands Lieutenant Lyle, and you remain rooted in your spot as he leans in close and smiles, teeth sharp as he bares them

his hand grabs onto your face, and he laughs at the flicker of fear that flashes along your face and how your breath hitches

he leans in close enough to whisper in your ear to not tell anyone your little secret, not like anyone will believe you when he’s second in command to Colonel Quaritch

letting go of your face, he saunters away, whistling something high-pitched and cheery as you stand in your doorway, unable to move

you somehow have the sinking feeling that he’ll be back for more

[quicktosimp]

Oh my gosh yes!!!! I am so here for this!!! Borderline obsessed with this 😍

knife play

a/n: me when i wanna explore darker themes but is scared: (insert standing man emoji)

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!omatikaya!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, knife play, threats of cutting of kuru, forced tsaheylu, light bondage, clit slapping degradation kink, dacryphilia

you sit in the corner of the room, staring at the glass reflecting the room, and you duck a little lower behind the table you had knocked over to use as a shield

even as you sit in the cool cell, you don’t regret your decision to go with Lo’ak and his siblings to the abandoned field and to protect Spider

as their protector when Jake and Neytiri weren’t around, you couldn’t let them go alone, not when they were still so young and blind to the horrors of war

you shiver at the memory, the falling of Hometree, the feeling of anxiousness as you awaited your parents to come back from the war, only just having passed your Iknimaya and forbidden from fighting with them

the door swishes open, and you huddle in the corner and watch as Quaritch walks into the room, a knife strapped to his thigh

he chuckles at how you hide behind the table, and you hiss at him, trying to plan your escape as you stare at the door behind him

you don’t move even as he walks towards you, the steps of his boots echoing on the floor, and he moves slowly to move the table back onto its legs, slightly shifting his gaze to look at the table

lunging towards him, you make a grab for his knife, but he’s faster, somehow predicting that you would’ve tried to grab onto him, and he throws you onto the ground, smashing your face into the harsh cold ground

you try to throw him off you, standing on your knees up to to try and buck him off like a wild pali, but then you hear the sound of his knife unsheathing and feel the press of it at the base of your kuru

you freeze, blood running cold as he laughs, saying that he knew that would shut you up pretty quickly, and he presses it a little further into the hair

Quaritch doesn’t go any further as he keeps his grip on your arms tight, asking you where Jake Sully was, and you keep your lips shut

he asks you again, and you close your eyes, willing yourself to be strong and to not give away the position of your olo’eyktan

he sighs and digs the knife a little further into your kuru, and you stifle a grunt of discomfort as he starts digging it far enough for you to feel the nerves start to react to the pain

over and over again, he asks, digging the knife a little deeper, and you can see your hair falling from its braid as the knife begins to cut the strands

as the knife finally digs into your skin, you let out a scream of pain and kick your leg out, trying to hit him, but it’s a useless effort and only causes you more pain

tears fall from your face as you sob, but you will not give up information on your olo’eyktan, even if it kills you

Quaritch sighs and removes the knife from your kuru but presses the blade on the underside of your neck, forcing you to crane it up to avoid being nicked

for a second, he just presses the cold metal into your skin when he finally muses that he could just connect his kuru to yours to dig around in your memories

you jerk in his twitch, gasping at what he’s saying: forcing you to make a tsaheylu to make you a traitor to the Omatikaya

you can’t react fast enough as he picks you up by your restrained arms and slams you onto the table

it knocks the breath out of you and allows him a second to let go of your arms and slap some cuffs onto you to keep your arms behind you

you struggle and try to kick at him, but he simply presses the knife further into your kuru to make you stop as he grabs his own kuru with his now free hand

he brings his hand close, the tendrils coming out towards yours, and your kuru opens up on its own, accepting his and making tsaheylu with him

tears fall down your face as you feel the bond solidifying in your head and body, mates for life now, and you can feel him probing around your head for information

if he was going to probe your head, you were going to dig into his, and you look for any useful information in his brain for as long as you can

he growls at your own attempts to find information, and he brings his free hand down to spank you, making you jolt out of his thoughts and a shock of pleasure to run through you

Quaritch raises a brow at you when he feels the pleasure through tsaheylu, and then he chuckles, asking if you liked that

you refuse to answer, embarrassed and ashamed, and he hisses for you to answer him, digging the knife far enough into your skin to draw blood

it makes you gasp out that you did, heat pooling in your gut as pleasure and pain and guilt mix all the same inside of your body

he hums at your answer and disconnects the tsaheylu, picking up his communicator and saying that he knows the location of Jake Sully, and you sob into the table

you have no use for the RDA anymore, but you sure have a use for him he says, his hand appreciatively groping at the round of your ass

trembling on the table, he kicks your feet open and keeps your legs spread with the threat of the knife on your kuru, and he rips your tewng off and whistles as he slides his fingers through your wet folds, grinning with a smug voice as he asks if you liked being threatened

the dull pain from your knife reminds you of your place, and you whimper out that you do, Quaritch humming happily as you answer him

his fingers find your clit and pinches it roughly, making you jerk in his hold and moan as he continues to assault your clit with rough pinches and fast circles

he laughs at you, saying that you were such a whore for enjoying this and that you’re soaking his fingers, needy little bitch

you can’t answer, only incoherent babbles and whines as his fingers bring you higher and higher up the peak, and the knife only sharpens the pleasure rising in you

it’s all too much as he slaps at your clit repeatedly and harshly, and you cum on his fingers, moaning weakly and crying into the table

you breathe harshly and close your eyes, ashamed and exhausted, and Quaritch hums at the sight of your cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the ground

he removes the knife from your kuru, and you breathe a sigh of relief, only to choke when he connects his kuru to you again and presses the knife against your throat

his other hand presses into your upper back to keep you pinned to the table as you feel his cock grind against your ass, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice as he says he wants to know the big deal with tsaheylu

you had become Quaritch’s official favorite toy, and there was no going back

[quicktosimp]

I Fucking Hate You

A/N: Welcome back to Day 4 of Survive the Night! And happy 4th of July!!! To celebrate the fourth, I decided to go with the American man of the hour! This is the most tame out of my fics, but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Hate Sex, Sub!Quaritch, Mean!Reader, Slapping, Degradation, Manipulation, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Kuru Play, Scent Kink

Being stuck in a giant blue body was the last thing I wanted. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have always been on the side of the Na’vi, no matter what, but I had no interest in becoming one. I was completely satisfied as a human and planned on dying as a human. I guess I got what I wanted; somehow, I died, and they decided to put me in this body full-time. Fucking sucks, but what can I do about it.

Funny enough, I figured that if I died, it’d be due to the bastards finding out I’ve been ratting them out to the natives this whole time, but I don’t think they’d waste a couple of billion on a traitor.

So not only do I have to continue living on this hell planet, I got saddled with Lucifer himself, fucking Colonel Miles Quaritch. After getting our new bodies, the doctors ordered mandatory physical rehab until we could prove ourselves in the field. Of course, that means sparing, and because I am now a part of ‘Deja Blu,’ as we’re so aptly named, I can’t help but roll my eyes every time I think about that god-awful name; that means that I’m under the head bitches command. Fuck I hate listening to that pompous jackass. He’s always on my ass, and I don’t mean in the ‘he scrutinizes my every decision’ type of way; I mean he follows me everywhere, gives me the best gear, refuses to let anyone talk back to me, and no one else is allowed to spar with me. Maybe I wouldn’t hate it as much if it weren't for the fact that he holds back the entire time. I can’t even get a decent exercise out of him!

I huffed as I waited in the training room, the large sparring mat in the middle of the floor. I had kicked off my shoes a while ago, tapping my barefoot impatiently, waiting for his royal highness to arrive.

After 43 minutes of waiting, the metal doors finally swooshed open, and there he was, sauntering in with that damn grin on his face, looking like the cat who caught the canary.

“Sorry about that, Darlin’, got held up by the general; you know how she can get,” He grinned, stepping onto the mat.

I rolled my eyes as my bare feet padded on the metal floor, the mat a welcome feeling from the stark cold, “Let’s just get to work,” I mumbled lazily. 

Quaritch’s eyes flashed with glee as he readied himself on the mat, eagerly meeting me in the middle. “You’re always such an eager thing,” he said quickly, getting into position on the mat.

I match his stance, widening my legs and bringing my arms up to my chest, with Quaritch being taller than me, most attacks will come from above, so keeping my hand up will keep me more protected.

Already irritated from waiting, I struck first, quickly jabbing at his neck, wanting this over with. Unfortunately, Quaritch dogges, sidestepping me and aiming for my middle; I pivot around, keeping him directly in front of me. I used the momentum to drive my right foot into his knee, landing a solid hit; he stumbled back, and using the chance, I aimed two hits on his stomach. He caught the first hand, but the second sent him to the ground.

I growled lowly, my tail flickering irritably behind me. I know he can fight better than this; I’ve seen him.

“Can’t you do any fucking better than that?” I snapped, returning to the middle of the mat, ready to go again. 

Quaritch stands and follows me to the middle. “As you wish, Sweetheart,” he drawls. His face looks serious, but the way his ears perk up, I knew he is pleased.

I growled and went again.

We did this again and again and again.

Never once did I lose. By now, I was hissing and spitting at Quaritch, pissed that he never once actually fought me. 

“Can you do anything right, you fucking bitch?” I snarled, uppercutting his face sending him to the ground. 

Quaritch lays there panting, his eyes blown wide, as blood drips from his nose, “I dunno Doll, seems we’re having a good time right now,” He smiled softly at me.

I scoff, turning away from him, “Like I can have fun with you, such a useless fuck.”

He scrambled off the mat, trying to catch up with me, “Don’t be like that; I was just trying to have a good time with you,” He gently grabbed my arm as he pleaded with me.

“Oh yes, I just love having my time wasted when I could be sparing with anyone else. Mansk has been interested, and I’d probably learn something from him, unlike you,” I commented in an overly sweet tone, not letting his grip slow me.

I had to hold back my smirk; I knew mentioning Mansk would get his attention. Qauritch turned me around, grabbing both my arms, refusing to let me leave.

His ears pinned back as Quaritch looked at me pleadingly, “I’m sorry, Darlin’, don’t leave; I shouldn’ have messed with ya like that. I just wanted to have some time with ya,” He quickly tried to plead his case. 

I rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him, “I could have done something productive, yet instead, I was stuck with your uselessness. You’re supposed to be a Colonel, yet you can’t even spar properly. Seriously, why do I even bother with you?”

Quaritch bit his lip as he tried to think of something to say, “You’re just so pretty I can’t even think about markin’ such a cute face. I hate the idea of you getting hurt.” 

I slowly leaned back, making him think that I was walking away.

“No, no, no, please don’t go! Let me make it up to ya,” His grip tightened slightly; still afraid of grabbing me too hard, he refused to leave a single mark on my body.

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him from the side, “And how do you plan on making it up to me?”

Quaritch’s breathing quickened as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands caressing my arms as he slides down until he rested at my hips. He rests his head on my stomach, “Would this be good for you?”

I huff dramatically as if this isn’t exactly what I wanted, “Let’s see if you can actually please me,” I cross my arms over my chest. 

His shoulders drop as if I had just released all of his anxiety. My shirt had ridden up during our sparring, leaving some of my blue skin exposed to Quaritch; he slowly started to kiss the skin, open-mouthed and wet, gently sucking on each spot. 

I’m careful not to show that I was enjoying it; I can’t let him have an easy time after the shit he pulled earlier. I looked away, not bothering to have him in my sight.

Quaritch’s large hands start to massage my hips, gently pulling the fabric of my pants down, giving him more skin to suckle on.

This goes on for a little while. I indulge him in worshiping my body, but I want more. I grab the base of his queue, tugging it, “I’m getting bored,” I explain dully.

A loud groan left his lips as I pulled on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. Quaritch’s instincts should be screaming at him to move, to remove the pain away from a crucial part of his body, yet he doesn’t fight me for one second. Instead, he looks at me with devotion.’

“‘M sorry, Doll,” He moaned, slowly unzipping my pants.

The bothersome material drops to the floor, and carefully Quaritch helps me step out on each side, relieving me of the damned fabric. As usual, I forgo any underwear; the natives have it right, the less clothing, the better; everything the humans make here is fucking awful on my skin. 

My slit was already slightly relaxed from his attention earlier; small droplets of slick escaped me. They didn’t go far; as Quaritch’s tongue lapped them up, the sound that came out of him was primal; he placed his nose right at my slit and breathed deeply. The fucking slut always does this. He’s such a scent freak. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Darlin’, you always smell so good,” His words of praise sounded through the room.

I scoffed lightly as I gave another sharp tug to his queue, “What did I just say about being bored?” 

Quaritch’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Oh fuck,” His voice came out in a timber moan, but finally he did something. He stuck out his tongue, using the flat of it to lick from the bottom of my slit to the top. 

I lean my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the new attention. He continues to slowly lap at my slit, easing it open more. The gentle waves of pleasure were nice; glad that he’s good at this; it’s the only damn thing he’s good at.

Quaritch slowly pulls away, “Darlin’, would you mind-”

I snarl as I tug his queue, pulling his head at an awkward angle, a small hiss leaving his lips from the stabbing pain in his skull.

“I do, in fact, mind you wasted my time and my attention, and now you think you can ask something for me when the only thing you can do right is give me a little bit of pleasure? Fuck you’re useless; at least Sully could make me cum over and over again, yet here I am, settling for your mouth.” I growled.

My words cut Quaritch as they always do, his eyes widening, looking like I had betrayed him, but I smirked as I spotted his pants; through the tan fabric, there was a wet spot forming from where his cock was attempting to escape his own slit.

“Alway’s a fucking masochist; I wonder what the general would think knowing her prized Colonel is nothing more than a slut who likes being degraded.” I forced his head back to my slit, not leaving any room for him to move, “Now, do your fucking job before I decide to report your behavior.”

I could see the panic building in him; if I were to go to her bitchyness, all our little escapades would have to stop. Quaritch knows that I can easily replace him, and I wouldn’t think twice about him, but I am his fucking world. I am his goddess on this forsaken planet; losing me would devastate him, and he would lose his very self. 

His mouth resumed with vigor, licking my slit, trying to open me up for more. The fear in his eyes brought heat to my slit, causing slick to leak out, making a mess all over Quaritch’s face. He sucks the flesh into his mouth, forcing the skin to swell from the blood flow.

“Oh fuck that’s it,” I moaned, grinding my hips into his face. 

He moaned in response to me, and he started to roll his hips, wanting stimulation but knowing that I didn’t permit him to touch. His free hand traveled from my hip to my slit, easily sliding a finger into my wetness, my inner tendrils eagerly wrapping around his finger. A soft sigh left my lips, his finger curling inside me, stimulating my insides. Quaritch never stopped his work with his mouth, eagerly slurping up my slick and sticking his tongue inside, searching for more.

“More,” I growled lightly, rocking my hips.

Quaritch eagerly complied, slipping another finger inside me, the two wiggling and spreading around, my inner tendrils trying to curl around both of them while trying to bring them closer, my body not understanding that I couldn’t get sperm from them. All that my body longs for. 

Come on, fuck yes,” I whined, the coil in my stomach tightening as he slipped in another finger; my legs started to shake as I came, stars spotted across my vision as I grabbed Quaritch’s shoulder for support, slick gushed out of my covering his shirt and soaking the material.

Quaritch helps me ride out my high, his lips and fingers slowing before removing them. I work on catching my breath; as I step back, looking down, all I can see is pure love in his eyes.

He smiles softly at me, proud of what he did for me, “You feelin’ better, Darlin’?”

I nod my head sharply, not wanting to answer him.

His smile falters as he looks up hesitantly, “Darlin’, you know that I lo-”

I quickly shut him up as my hand meets his face. My palm is stinging as his face is snapped to the side.

I look him dead in the eye, void of any emotion, “No, you don’t. Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” 

I turned around, grabbing my pants along the way, knowing I left him there dejected on the floor.

Of course, I know this; this is how I leave him every time.

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I love this so much, seeing Jake and Neytiri tag teaming in such a sadistic way works so well!!!

predator/prey

a/n: i think i got a little carried away with this

pairing: jake sully x afab!recom!reader x neytiri

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, orgasm denial, predator/prey, degradation kink, face sitting, knife play

you dart through the forest, boots pounding on the forest floor as you try to get away from Neytiri hunting you down, and your breath burns in your lungs as you run

your gun had long stopped working when she had shot an arrow clean through the barrel, and your only option had turned into running when your comm broke, unable to communicate to your colonel that you were still alive

Jake Sully had disappeared, probably gone off to take care of the kids, but Neytiri found you scrabbling about in the foliage and the look in her eye was all you needed to run

an arrow lodges right into the ground and causes you to trip, and you tumble into the ground, slamming your head against one of the roots of the tree and groaning at the pain

the world seems to spin as you struggle to stand back up and run, run like a helpless piece of prey from the predator intent on destroying you

as you get back onto your hands and knees, blood dripping into your eyesight, a foot slams itself into your side, causing you to fall over

your hands clumsily try to reach for the combat knife you have, but as your fingers wrap around the handle and unsheathes it, she draws an arrow and pulls it back, ready to kill you right here and now

then you hear Jake Sully, your target, his voice telling Neytiri to hold, and then he turns his attention to you, telling you to drop the knife

there’s a chill in his voice, one that you’ve only ever heard from war-hardened generals, and you drop the knife onto the ground

he moves to you slowly, golden eyes boring through you and digging your soul out of your body as he takes the knife from you

telling you to get rid of your vest, you do so slowly, nothing of value left in your jacket either way, and Jake picks it up and hands it over to Neytiri

his hands reach toward you, and you flinch, closing your eyes when you hear Neytiri’s bow creak as she draws it back

neither of you move as Jake Sully pulls something out from your pack, and he roughly turns you around and cuffs you with your hands behind your back

your tail tucks itself between your legs, and you groan in pain as he pulls you to your feet by your kuru, a sharp pain echoing in your head as he tugs on it

Jake says something to Neytiri in Na’vi, and she lowers the bow as Jake pushes you forward and growls for you to walk

there’s the press of a knife at the base of your kuru, and an instinct inside you screams to follow orders

so you listen to him and let him walk you through the forest like a beat dog, defeated and exhausted from running, and he walks you to an open field before he and Neytiri make a call with their voices

the sound of wings beating against the air fill your ears, and you hear the familiar screech of the mountain banshees screaming in your ear

Jake pushes you forward, growling at you to mount and not to try any funny business, and you do so, struggling with your hands still restrained behind your back

he gets up on the banshee before bringing his knife to the back of your shirt and ripping at your uniform, tearing off a strip of it and tying it around your eyes

you try to concentrate on breathing as he holds onto your shoulder with one broad hand and lifts off into the air, keeping you balanced on the mountain banshee

the air whooshes past you, chilling your body, and you consider throwing yourself off the banshee and maintaining your honor

but you don’t want to die, and so you stay on the mountain banshee, squeezing its side with your legs in a death grip and laying on it flat for better balance

soon enough, you can hear the sound around you change, like you’ve entered a cave, and the sounds of voices clamoring echo in the area

Jake grabs onto your shoulder and drags you off of the banshee and onto your shaky feet, keeping a knife firmly pressed against your kuru and leading you somewhere

you’re still blindfolded, and so you tread carefully until finally he throws you forward, your feet meeting metal flooring that echoed in whatever you were thrown in

a door shuts, and the little light that came through the blindfold disappears

you’ve been left in the darkness of a room, and you kneel down and rub your face against the floor, dislodging the blindfold so that it falls around your neck

there is no light in this room, no windows, and there’s no sound of whooshing air, no fresh air to breathe in and no circulation

you had maybe an hour or two in this room before you suffocate from the lack of air unless they opened up the door

standing up, your boots clang against the metal flooring, and you realize that this is a cargo container, one that had probably gone missing from the train raids

slowly, you walk forward and around the edge of the rooms, lots of room but still no light, stuck like a fox in a bag, nowhere to escape or run

you go back to sit down on the ground, arms starting to cramp with how your hands were still stuck behind your back, and your head still spins with smashing your head into a tree root earlier

it could be a concussion or just a plain head injury that required a bandage or maybe a few stitches, but you’re too tired to think

even in the storage container, you can still hear the echoes of the sounds outside, but it’s muffled, unclear, and you give up on trying to decipher anything after a few minutes

you might as well try and catch some sleep, it might be your last

closing your eyes, you let your head dip down and slowly you can feel the grips of sleep grabbing onto you and pulling you into its embrace

you’re back in the forest, running, running from something

its feet smash and pound through the trees behind you, sending splinters flying into the air and embedding into your feet

but you don’t stop, you can’t stop or you’ll die, and your breathing fastens and vision blurs as you focus on running, even with the burning in your legs

it’s an endless run, the panic still coursing through your veins as you hear it snarl and swipe at you, only chasing you through the endless forest

and then, in a similar twist of events, your feet trip and you close your eyes as you feel the claws rip into your back

a slap in the face causes you to tumble onto your side as you awaken, and you turn your head to find Jake Sully and Neytiri standing above you, hard glares on their face

Neytiri has a knife in one hand, and Jake Sully has nothing in his but somehow that scares you more as you stare back at the both of them

you feel helpless, like a toy ready to be pounced on with the way they stare at you, and Jake gives a slight nod to Neytiri as he picks you up by the scruff of your neck

he walks you through the camp, on display for the rest of them to see who you were, but he walks you right past them and further into the caves until there’s only the sound of your hard breathing and howling winds

it’s a dead end that he’s led you to, and the only exit is through Jake and Neytiri

letting go of you, you turn to face them, tail lashing out behind you as they both stare you down, and you ask in a wobbly voice what they want from you

Jake sighs and says that he just wants some information, wants to know how to get into the RDA base, when the next shipment of weapon was, anything that could be useful to them

then he adds on that you shouldn’t lie because they’ll know, cocking his head at you like he was challenging you to try and trick him

you ask why you should tell them, and he sighs, glancing at Neytiri who clutches onto her knife and growls before looking back at you

he walks up to you, and you walk backwards until you hit the wall behind you, cowering as he continues to walk forward until he’s nearly chest to chest with you

his hand comes up to grip onto your face, and a smile passes over his face, fangs glinting in the low light, saying that he’ll find another use for you then

it makes you whimper, and he asks you again what you knew about the RDA

if the RDA ever found out that you betrayed them, you would be gutted by Colonel Quaritch himself, and he wouldn’t ever stop hunting for you

your lips remain sealed as you close your eyes and let a few tears slip past on your cheeks

Jake growls and tightens his grip on your chin before forcing you down on the ground, your hands pressed tightly between the hard rock and your back

the cuffs dig into your skin as he presses you to lay flat on the ground, and he beckons Neytiri over as you stare at them

with you on the ground and them standing over you, you truly feel like a piece of meat meant to be devoured with the way they stare at you, wild and ravenous

he chuckles darkly, saying that they’ve been stressed lately because of the whole RDA business and their kids trying to fight in a war

they need a release, and now they’ve found the perfect little toy to release their stress on, your ears pinning back as you realize what they mean

before you can even react, Neytiri presses the sharp edge of her knife against your neck and Jake moves to settle between your legs

she licks her lips and smiles, but there’s no amusement in her eyes as she throws her tewng off, hissing that if you did anything she didn’t like, she’ll kill you

planting her weight right on your face, you can only breathe in the scent of her pussy, head already spinning from the lack of oxygen

her knife digs a little further into your neck, and you get to work, fear spiking through you as your tongue parts her folds and fucks into her pussy

Neytiri sighs at the feeling, grinding her hips into your face, and she loosens the edge so that the knife only presses against the skin, not drawing any blood yet

you try to keep your focus on keeping her happy, but you can’t help the gasp as Jake spreads your legs and then rips at your pants, not even bothering to properly take them off, and presses his thumb roughly into your clit

it presses fast firm circles into your clit, pleasure and fear mixing together and pooling in your stomach as you clench around nothing and whine into Neytiri’s pussy

she moans at the feeling, telling Jake something, and he hums, saying that you really were a desperate whore, just a helpless piece of prey for them to devour

you flinch at the comparison but continue your task on pleasuring Neytiri as she grinds her hips down on you and cuts off your access to air

Jake’s thumb rubs at your clit quickly, and you can feel your pussy start to drool, dripping down onto the stone floor

he brings you closer and closer to the edge, and your thighs twitch in anticipation, eager to cum, pent-up fear and adrenaline coursing through your body as he wracks your body with pleasure

it’s like dancing on the edge of the knife, between the pleasure and fear, and it only excites you, your tongue fucking into Neytiri desperately as you feel your mind fill with a haze

you need to taste her, to taste her cum and her sweetness and release her claws from your body, and she moans as you double your efforts

teetering along the edge, Jake stops completely, removing his thumb from your needy clit, and it makes you buck your hips despite the knife pressing into your throat

a whine leaves your throat as you sob, your orgasm fading away as he just grips onto your soft thighs and squeezes, waiting for you calm down

his fingers part your folds, collecting the slick onto his fingers, and then you feel the head of his cock notch against your pussy

you struggle, momentarily forgetting your task on pleasuring Neytiri as he pushes in, and you gasp and whine, tears falling from your face

he’s too big, much too big for you, and it stretches you to the limit as he continues to push in despite the resistance

pain pushes into your body with the pleasure, fighting each other for dominance as you sob and twitch when Jake bottoms out, and his hand simply squeezes at your thigh to get you to concentrate on your task

Neytiri hisses at you to get on with it, and you continue with your tongue, her moans filling the air as you struggle to breathe

the lack of air only intensified the feeling of your nerves fraying at the ends, how the pleasure and pain both unravel you as Jake sets a brutal pace

his thumb barely rubs your clit, only chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you like a toy, and Neytiri does the same, riding your face as she nears her own high

you can feel yourself reaching your own high despite the lack of stimulation, your submission and their dominance, how they treat you like an animal, how they roughly use you, it only makes you clench around Jake’s cock

whining ing Neytiri’s pussy, your hips twitch as you squirt all along his torso, and you can hear a sound of surprise come from the man

and then there’s the feeling of his rough fingers pinching at your clit and making you yelp as he calls you a dirty fucking whore, so sensitive and submissive

he groans, hips stuttering as he chases his own pleasure, and Jake lets out a deep groan as he cums inside you, cum filling you and leaking out despite the way he’s got you plugged

Neytiri is no better, groaning and riding your face, her cum flooding your tongue, and you lap up every last drop, not wanting to displease her

the both of them just pant above you, savoring the last few seconds of their highs, before Neytiri removes the nife and stands up on her knees to stare at your face

you’re absolutely dazed, eyes glazed over and red from crying, and you just whine weakly as you breathe in lungfuls of air

Jake looks up at Neytiri and tilts his head, and she takes a second but then nods her head

he slips out of you, cum dripping out of you and pooling onto the floors, and you whimper at the loss, legs twitching slightly

you pant into the air, laying there helplessly, and you hear one of them walk away as you close your eyes, tired and exhausted from the adrenaline pumping through your veins

your body refuses to move, and so you don’t, letting the wind cool your heated body

you only open your eyes again when you feel something someone pushing you to sit up, and then there’s the heavy feel of leather pressing against your neck

Jake and Neytiri crouch in front of you, and there’s the ghost of a smile on Neytiri’s lips and the wide smile of Jake

he says that you’re their little pet now, and he pulls you up by your collar, saying that the both of them know how to train a wild animal and that you shouldn’t try escape

you dip your head down as you realize your destiny is sealed, prey to pet