#You wanna know what's underneath that loincloth?

[fluloa]

the way i JUMPED seeing that edit.. blessing us again fr

i can’t tell if jake sully or you getting the rightful attention you deserve makes me more happy but i say both <3333

also do you ever wonder how the pandorians shower? like in the jungle, do they use the same water or wait for rains? [ definitely NOT subtly asking for short jake sully shower drabbles if you’re down ]

- 🍒 !!

GASP MY BEAUTIFUL CHERRY ANON YOURE BACK! i just had a shower so this is perfect

Showering is Jake’s favorite part of his day. Not only does it relax him and wipe away the grime and sweat from his day of work, it gives him you. To spend time with you and only you, even if it’s just for a simple thing like showering.

It’s Pandora, so showering isn’t the easiest and the ways to do it isn’t exactly ideal. But if it’s anything that he’s doing with you, he doesn’t give a shit.

Swimming through the river, the water fluorescent and glimmering with a few bits of moss and lily pads here and there. Watching you wet your hair, cleanse your face softly with your fingers and he just can’t help but stare in awe.

Looking to him, laughing as your eyebrows crease together. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful,” he mumbles, a dopey smile on that cute face of his. He earns a flick of water from you. It splashes at his face, and his face drops. “Oh— you wanna play that game, girl? I can play it too.”

You see him leering towards with a grin on his lips and you gasp, “No, no, no. Jake, I’m sorry— don’t!” He scoops you up, lifting you high up by his shoulder as you kick and squirm in his hold. “Waitwaitwaitwait—“

Then he slams you into the water, your squeal cut off by the water hitting your face. He’s chuckling like an idiot, as you lay in the river like a dead fish. When you rise up, you’re frowning, wet hair pulled in front of your face as your shoulders sag. Jake’s about to say something in concern before you’re pouncing onto him, roaring out as you tackle him into the water. When he comes back up, you’re giggling like an idiot as well, as he blinks out the water that trickles at his eyelashes.

“You better run,” he says, and you break off into a sprint, him not long behind you.

For soap, the na’vi use a specific type of beady paste that’s mushed gently with a specific type of leaf and it kind of smells like mint.

You can never put it on yourself, Jake always has to do it for you. He always says that it’s for your own sake, but you’re not sure if that’s the case.

He helps you lay out on the river’s edge, dipping out of the water as he pours the paste into the base of his palm. He gently smoothes it down your body, taking extra care in places like your breasts or your thighs. He lets his fingers ghost over your private, and you slap his wrist away from it. He chuckles low, muttering an excuse and that he didn’t mean to do it but you know damn right he did.

Most of the time, it rains heavily on Pandora, like, heavily. To the point of almost flooding. When it does, he drags you out to a random spot within the forest, making sure no animal or lurking na’vi is there before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you. The raindrops pitter patter on your skin as he relieves you of your top, and then your loincloth. You detach his knife holder strapped to his chest, untie his loincloth until you’re both naked, bare.

You let the rain catch to your body, let it soak into your hair and drip into your dips and curves. He only watches you as your arms stretch out wide, pearly teeth peeling out from underneath your smile as you turn. The grass beneath your feet is soaked, water flowing up to your ankles. You turn to Jake, whisking your hands over his hair as it dampens. His ears flicker to your sudden motion of affection, dark pupils wide from the darkness of the night.

Usually on the nights like these it ends up with you sprawled out onto the wet grass, body shrilled with rain as he enters you in a slow, loving pace. Tsaheylu’s connected, low breaths escape his chest, his hands wrapped warm around your waist. You let a whine peel out of you, a kiss to his jawline that makes his tail give a little swish.

You pull him in with every thrust he gives, sucking him up with your soft walls and pushing him closer with your thighs rounded tightly around his hips.

When you both finish, the area’s full of panting and gasps, his head pressed up against yours with his still cock sunken deep into your pulsing cunt. With the energy he has left, he lands a soft kiss to your blue cheek, and you’re both due for another shower.

[smoothielenny]

Body•Part 2

Ao’nung x Omatikaya!Fem!Reader

Summary: Ao’nung likes to tease you and your siblings and you had enough. Ao’nung teasing you? Why not tease him back with your ‘freaky’ body

Warning: Smut, masturbation, hand job, sub Ao’nung. Characters are aged up.

[Previous•Next]

[Masterlist]

Afternoon, you hate it. Humidity is all in the air and your throat is dryer that ever. Drinking water wasn’t enough, you aren’t use to the scorching heat. You found a dead and dry big leaf laying on the floor. You picked it up and started fanning yourself, it worked. You stay underneath a tree for some cooling shelter, surprisingly the cool air started tickling your skin soothing your heated skin.

“Great, what a freak like you doing here?” Your upper lip twitches from the word ‘freak’. You remembered the conversation from the other day about Ao’nung calling Kiri a freak and now it’s your turn to be called a freak.

“What’s your problem? I’m just relaxing here.” You glared at him. He tilt his head giving you a smug grin. Oh how you want to punch that face.

“It’s a no freak-zone, freak.” You stand up and tried to punch Ao’nung, but something stopped you. Of course one of them is being scolded by your father. This urge of something you want to mess with him, you mentally smirked.

You look at Ao’nung with an innocent smile. Slowly and seductively walking at him. He squint his eyes not knowing what you’re about to do. You look up at him with your big doe eyes. He gulped seeing you so close to him. His heart is beating fast being so close to you. You softly put your hands on his chest and smile at him.

“It could be our own little spot.” You sweetened your voice. You could feel his heartbeat, again internally smirking. Ao’nung felt like a statue, not knowing what to do, but to stand there. It’s a first time someone this bold act at him. He knows how every girls have a crush on him, usually receive gift from them, but no one ever made a move like this to him and he doesn’t know how to act.

“Ao’nung~” you whispered in his ear. Your arms are now knotted on his neck. Suddenly, you felt a hard bump on your thigh. You look down at his bulge firmly touching your thighs. Ao’nung then noticed it too and he quickly pushed you off him.

“Y-you! What are you doing to me!?” He exclaimed, covering his face currently blushing. You get close to him holding his arms and placing it on your waist.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You giggled. You were about to peck his cheeks, but he pushed you again, running away from you. You smirk satisfied at what you just did. Well you can’t wait for the next encounter.

Night has come and Ao’nung couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier. The way you moved, your body being close to his, how soft your thighs, your chest, your ass—his dick became hard thinking about it. He untie his loincloth, letting his hard dick stand up on its own. He stroke his shaft thinking about your body, imagining it in different position, sucking his dick or on top of him, and remembering you moaning his name. It’s making him crazy. He bit his lower lip, speeding his stroking, sweat forming, drooling from his imaginations. He really wanna fuck you so bad. He feels shameful that he feel this way towards a freak, but he couldn’t help but to start craving for your body. He wants to touch every part of you, feel it, squeeze it, grab it, kiss it, bite it.

“Ao’nung~” he finally released. Cum dripping from his dick. His body is now covered with sweat, he gasp for air, he couldn’t believe what he just did.

Few days after that, Ao’nung started to ignore you, avoid you, anything to not be near you. Though you liked it being left alone by him, you felt bored, wanting to get at him already.

The next day, you were to learned sign language. You were partnered with Ao’nung again. You couldn’t wait a new way to tease him. You both decided to go where you last met. Ao’nung suddenly felt awkward, usually he’ll start to tease and bully you or complain why he has to be with you, but you heard none of that today. He listened to you when you ask if what you’re doing is right. He is terribly quiet today.

“Ao’nung…” his ear twitched hearing you say his voice. His cheeks got warm, he look at you with a confused look. You crawl to him, as you do he look at your body, seeing you curves, cleavage, and thigh gap, it made him hard again. You sat close to him leaning your head on his chest. He look at you noticing your luscious lips, he wanted to kiss it so bad, but he has keep himself together.

“You alright?” You look at him with innocent eyes. He just glance at you and look away. He whispered a ‘no’ you just smiled. You made him look your direction and suddenly you kissed him. His eyes widen from it. You chuckled at his shocked face. He snapped, he pinned you on the ground and started kissing you. You tried to keep up with him, but he already let go.

He breathes heavily, “(y/n)…” He wants to kiss you again, but you put a finger on his lips to stop him.

“Uh uh, you can’t just do what you want.” You smirked. His ear lowered hearing that. He really want to do nasty things to you. You told him to seat down and take off his loincloth and he did without any hesitation. You were intrigued by what you see, him kneeling down with his dick out, it turned you on. His tail is wagging like crazy patiently waiting for you.

“Aww, what a pretty sight.” You kiss his neck causing him to whimper. Seeing him so vulnerable, it makes you wet. You let him kiss your neck, feeling his warm lips all over. You starts stroking his dick which cause him to moan. You like hearing him moan on your ear.

“Mmn, (y/n)…” he gasped from the sensation. He nibbled your collar bone as he moans.

“Shhh, you doing good.” You pet his head. You made your stroking faster beads of cum starting to spurt out of his tip. His moaning became louder begging for you to make it faster. In between he also moans your name here and there. It’s was like a music in your ears, you love it so much, so addicted to it.

“Cum…(y/n), I wanna cum..” he whispered. You just giggled, with your last stroke he then release his load covering half of your hand. You kissed him this time with tongue. You finally have Ao’nung wrapped around your finger.

[teyamsgrl]

drinking you in ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

eeee here is my first story! enjoy everyone and pls give me any feedback!

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!lo'ak, drunk!lo'ak, friends to lovers, whiny!lo'ak, switch!lo'ak, tit play, blowjob, missionary, l-bombs, lo'ak calling you mamas 🧎🏻‍♀️

you and lo'ak have been close friends for many years now, spending almost everyday together. he was also your love, someone whom you wanted to be your mate. you always shook yourself out of these thoughts, he is your best friend. despite your unsaid feelings, you knew lo'ak inside and out, and one thing you knew about lo'ak is that when there's a party.. he will be drunk within minutes.

it was neteyam’s birthday and the sully siblings figured it would be fun to throw a party for him deep in the forest, with alcohol that they had snuck from their dad’s stash. many of their na’vi friends attended (including you of course) and they were drinking, laughing, and talking about all the village gossip.

“bro, you definitely need another shot of this” lo’ak slurs and waves the bottle of god knows what in his brother’s face. “okay okay, but spider has to do it too” neteyam gestures drunkenly over to spider. spider laughs and pulls off his mask and grabs the bottle to quickly swig some of it. his face contorts in a look of disgust before handing it to neteyam. the bottle finally makes it’s way to lo’ak and he proceeds to chug the rest of the liquor. “duuuuude” neteyam whines and lo’ak just giggles and hiccups. “wasn’t drunk enough, sorry bro”. you shake your head knowing what was to come… time for lo’ak to get crazy.

not even 10 minutes pass and he is swinging off of branches on the nearby tree and on his last jump, he smacks directly into the trunk of the tree. kiri bursts out laughing and lo’ak flops onto the moss glowing underneath the tree. “damn that hurt” lo’ak gets up slowly and stumbles over back to where everyone was sitting. you stand up and grab his wrist, “i think we need to get you back home” you say as you brush off the moss stuck on his arm. “noooooo y/n i don’t wanna” he whines and tries to move from your grip. “he is such a child” you think to yourself as you reach your free arm out to hug kiri quickly “i’ll see you tomorrow, and yes you are going home” you shake your head and begin to drag lo’ak away from the drunken group. “i didn’t wanna leave” he pouts as you basically pull him through the dark forest, “too bad, you’re drunk” you chuckle and continue walking. “mhmmmmm, not drunk” he mumbles as you two continue on.

upon arriving to his family’s tent, you sigh in relief as you remember that jake, neytiri, and tuk are visiting friends in another village. “come on” you enter the tent and shut the door behind you, motioning lo’ak to sit on the woven mat in the middle of the tent. he sits and you kneel beside him, looking at the scrape on his cheek from his big tumble earlier. you grab some ointment that you noticed was on the table and spread some on his cheek. “skxawng…” you mumble before letting out a squeak upon getting yanked into his lap. “l-lo’ak-“ your mind races and heart pounds as you realize your position. fuck he looks good from up here. “have i ever told you that you’re so fucking hot” he hums and runs his hands along your thighs. “lo’ak what-“ he shushes you as he grabs at your ass, “so hot… i’ve needed you so bad…” you whine softly as you begin to feel his cock hardening through his loincloth. “please, please kiss me” he whines and leans closer before you slam your lips onto his. you two kiss deeply, tongues moving against each other as you grip his shoulders. he continues to whine into the kiss as he runs his hands up to untie the beads covering your chest. he lets the beads drop, pulling away from the kiss along with a line of spit connecting your lips. “let me suck them mamas, please i want them in my mouth” he looks up at you as you breathe shakily and nod. his mouth instantly latches onto your erect nipple, sucking as you throw your head back and grip his braids tight. “oh lo’ak..” you moan and grind down onto his erection. “fuck” he mumbles and moves to your other nipple, playfully licking it before sucking it into his mouth. “feels so good” you whine and grind harder, a wet spot forming on your loincloth. he pulls away from your nipple and looks up at you, about to speak before you cover his lips with your finger. you climb off his lap and untie his loincloth, pulling it off of him to reveal his hard (and big) cock.

your eyes widen slightly before you kiss his tip and wrap your hand around his shaft, beginning to stroke as you look up at him through your eyelashes. “yes yes…” he moans and looks down at you, mouth agape. you begin to suck his tip, slowly moving down to bob your mouth on his entire cock. “holy fuck- yes babygirl this is what i needed” he grabs your hair and moves your mouth up and down his dick. you moan around him and grip his thighs as he helps you out. as you go to deepthroat him again, he pulls you off of him causing you to take a deep breath. “i’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard and show you how bad i’ve needed you and your pussy” you shiver at his words while he flips you onto your back, dragging his fingers along your loincloth. you whine and buck your hips against his fingers, desperate to feel him directly. he chuckles, “what is it babygirl? you need me that bad?” he smirks and pulls your loincloth off, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “so wet…” he whispers as he spreads your pussy with his large hands. “lo’ak please..” you moan desperately as you watch him drink in the sight of your pussy.

"just drinking in the sight mama..." he bites his lip before dragging his tip along your slit, watching you gasp at each movement. "do you want it inside?" he nudges the tip into your hole, waiting there for an answer. "yes i need it!!!" the second those words leave your mouth lo'ak has the entire length of his dick inside your soaking pussy. he groans as he bottoms out in you, staring deeply into your eyes with nothing but lust behind his own. he begins to thrust, holding your thighs as he pounds you. "oh eywa-" you moan, grabbing at his fingers that are definitely leaving marks on your thighs. "fuck yes... you have no idea how many times i've imagined having you in this position-" he gasps as your pussy squeezes his cock, "having you moaning under me, moaning because of me" he thrusts deeper and you start to moan louder and louder. "i'm close lo'ak... shit" you whine and arch on the mat below you. "that's it baby, cum for me, i fucking love you, cum for me" he breathes as he reaches one hand down to circle your clit. you were shocked at his words yet so close to orgasm, "i love you too- shit i'm cumming!" your legs shake as you cum on his cock, him following close behind. "oh my- gonna fill you, fuckkkkkk.." he pumps you full with cum before flopping beside you on the mat.

once you both catch your breath, you decide to speak up "did you mean it?" you whisper, fiddling with your fingers out of nervousness. "i did ma y/n... i know i was drunk earlier but i promise, i do love you" you smile and hide your face in his neck "good, because i meant it too". he kisses your head and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing in content at tonight's events. today definitely felt like his birthday instead.

[devilish-mirage]

You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi.

• Real, 💯 on Eywa.

Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core. Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth. Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand. He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member. He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.

• help all of this is gold, I wanna print it and put it in my wall for reminder on how much of a divine being Neteyam is. Honestly, this is making me feel things- I felt something's beating and it's not my heart, a tear just run through my thighs.

“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.

• YEAH COME BACK HERE

He came back.

She was coming to get me.

You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.

“Hi.” You breathe.

“Hey.” He whispers.

• this officially threw me into a giggling fit because what why how can this be so fucking cute I just AHHHH

“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast. “Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.

“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more. He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.

• THE TENSION, FLUFF, AND NOT TO MENTION SMUT IS TOP TIER. I'VE SAID IT BUT I'LL SAY IT AGAIN!

THE FULL DESCRIPTION OF NETEYAM WAS MAKING ME HARD TO BREATHE BECAUSE I COULD LITERALLY PICTURE IT, LIKE IT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR IN MY MIND- FUCK THIS I NEED A DRINK

At First Sight

Neteyam’s First Rut: Special Episode II

read chapters: one, two, three, four, five

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (18) x Human Reader (18)

Warnings: nsfw, lots of fluff, childhood friend/crush to lovers, masturbation, size difference, first time everything, foreplay, oral sex [f receiving], vibrator usage, consent king nete [you know how I like him]

Word Count: 8k 🧍‍♀️

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for 2000 followers, that’s crazy :’) I love you guys, honestly.

Synopsis: The story of how it all started. Neteyam comes to confess his feelings for you, but accidentally walks in on you using a vibrator.

Intro:

Too young to be put in a Cryo chamber and sent back to Earth, you were raised by the scientists who remain loyal to the na’vi after the war with Quaritch. Despite growing up in a lab, you spent most of your childhood with your friends – Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk. You formed all your best childhood memories and milestones alongside them. They taught you the na’vi language, and their way of life. You did your best to keep up with them, although it proved hard in your human body.

They were always faster and stronger, not to mention bigger. Despite being the same age as them they would always tower over you, almost double your height and width. Regardless, you were determined to live the life of a na’vi, even with your tiny, frail body.

Having this exopack was bothersome, constantly getting in your way and needing to be recharged and cleaned. But it allowed you to be closer to your people, to your secret love – Neteyam. His family always saw you as the ‘lab kid’, especially his mother. Neytiri always insisted that you go back to your people when you came around to visit.

Neteyam was always quick to defend you, standing up against his own parents – something that he rarely did. He never made you feel left out, pacing himself to ensure you’d never get left behind, being extra gentle during games and always making sure to carry a backup battery for your exopack. He knew how careless you were in keeping it charged. He would even steal extra of your favourite sweets from the lab when you had your monthly cycle. You’d always had a crush on him since you were kids, but when you both got into your late-teens things became... different.

He grew much, much taller than you, always towering over you. His muscles filled out, becoming more defined as he went through the rites of passages to become a man – to become a warrior. Whilst your chest became fuller, hips wider and waist curvier. At times, you’d catch him staring at you, lingering his gaze on your chest or pelvis, burning holes through your shorts. It’d make butterflies flutter in your stomach, giving you hope that maybe he saw you in the same way that you saw him.

You spent most nights with your hand shoved down your pyjama pants, humping your fingers to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam without his loincloth on. Oh, the things you’d do just to see what he really looked like underneath. You wanted nothing more than for him to be the one touching you, to make you feel good. At times you’d try to be bold, and make a move, holding a single finger or brushing your chest against his thigh. But he never caught on, or so it seemed.

Under the immense pressure of his parents, he couldn’t spend nearly as much time as he used to with you, but you understood and never complained. You filled your time with Kiri, becoming her best friend. She taught you everything about the flora and fauna of Pandora, and made you want to become a healer one day if you could ever get an avatar of your own.

You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi. Norm and Max always teased you about you getting your own avatar when you were old enough, but you never believed them, you knew how expensive they were to create.

You had no other choice but to accept your fate as the human girl who longed for a na’vi boy, and his na’vi way of life.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam felt similarly from the moment he lay eyes on you. He always felt a strong need to protect his tiny, frail human. He hated nothing more than when others picked on you, and made you feel less than all because of how you looked. He never cared about any of that, you were the kindest and most adorable girl he knew. You were a treasure to be cherished – to be protected at all costs.

He knew never to act on his feelings, though. Given the whole different species thing, he quickly accepted his fate as the son of Olo’eyktan who longed for a sky person. He knew it would never be able to work, in any regard. He felt like he’d break you if he touched you. But now that he’s become a man, the desire to touch you has only grown stronger.

The moments between you and him have become tense, and awkward. He’d keep a good distance between the two of you, yet he’d never take his eyes off you, always ensuring your safety. And in those moments – those rare moments – that the two of you were alone, the tension was off the charts. To the point where Neteyam started distancing himself from you even more, picking up more training sessions with his father and going on longer hunting trips.

It hurt you. To see the man you cared for so deeply never make the time to be around you anymore. You often confided in Kiri about this, as she was the only person who knew about your true feelings for him. She always encouraged you to be honest and open with her brother, convincing you that he had similar feelings. Even though you wanted to believe her, you couldn’t bring yourself to because of how distant and cold Neteyam had been.

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“Is Neteyam coming?” you ask Kiri, watching her hook the mask around her neck.

“No, he’s on a hunting trip with dad. Sorry, y/n.” Kiri purses her lips before taking a swig of air.

“That’s okay. I understand that he’s busy.” you shrug your shoulder, trying to act like it didn’t bother you that he was always caught up with something.

She rests a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that it’s nothing personal, even though she knew it was. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll come around soon, y/n.”

You nod, keeping your gaze fixed on your feet as you both make your way deeper into the lab. Lo’ak and Tuk follow behind Kiri, gearing up with their masks too. Kiri came to see her mom, Grace, and Lo’ak usually just tagged along to bother Max and Norm. Tuk never wants to be left out, following closely behind her siblings everywhere they go.

You were excited, hoping to see Neteyam so you could finally talk to him about how you felt. But he flaked yet again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“Hey mom.” Kiri hums, climbing on top of her mother’s tank, admiring her floating body.

Lo’ak and Tuk make their way over to Norm and Max, trying to convince them to reveal some top-secret information about what they have in development. “C’mon Norm, don’t be a wuss. Show us!” Lo’ak grins, giving norm a playful shove, moving him a great distance, unaware of his own strength. “...sorry, Norm.”

You find yourself thinking about Neteyam again, watching Norm’s small frame next to Lo’ak, and how you look just like that next to him. Huffing out a sigh, you look around at your friends and realize that you’re alone. Everyone’s got someone, except you. You could walk away, and no one would even notice.

So, you do.

Unable to deny the way you feel, as tears well in your eyes and your chest burns hot, you shuffle away quickly to your room at the end of the hallway in the lab.

Really y/n? Crying again? You scold yourself for being so sensitive.

Neteyam will never want me if I’m this soft. You blink rapidly, clearing the tears from your eyes as you turn the knob on your door.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realise you’ve walked into a completely different room. Looking around, you realise that you’re in Trudy’s room, not yours. It’s been untouched since the war; Norm couldn’t bring himself to step foot into her room, much less go through her belongings.

Being here gives you an eerie feeling, right in the pit of your stomach. Just as you were about to turn around and back out, you notice a black, open duffle bag on her bed. Inside it is some sort of object, bright and pink, in some sort of packing with a big red ‘XXX’ on it. It’s hard to miss. As much as you wanted to back out of the room, you find yourself closing the door behind you before making your way over to the bag.

Curiosity got the best of you, making you take it out of the bag to inspect it further. Still brand new in its plastic packaging, the object is slightly bent, with some weird looking rubbery bits that rib around it.

‘Thrusting Rabbit Vibrator – Adult Toy’.

You’ve never seen one in person, only hearing about it on shows you watched that aired in the early 2000’s. It’s... a sex toy – a vibrator to be exact. You flip it over, searching for the instructions.

‘Insert, turn on, and enjoy.’

Seems simple enough. The desire to open it, to know what it feels like grows stronger. You nibble at your bottom lip, trying to talk yourself out of your ludicrous urges. Your heart quickens, thumping violently against your ribcage. Deep down, you know what you’re doing is wrong, invading Trudy’s personal space like this, even worse that she wasn’t here to defend her space.

The sound of a doorknob rattling makes your whole body jolt. You gasp quietly, turning around and hiding the toy behind your back. Norm opens the door, jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable to be looking in his late girlfriend’s quarters. He scans you up and down, a confused look washing over his face.

“y/n? Why are you in... Trudy’s room?” he asks, not wanting to say her name.

“Sorry. I – I didn’t even realise I came in here. I was going to my room...” you babble nervously, realising that you’ll have to reveal more to make it believable, “...I – uh, felt left out, and I was too caught up in my head. Sorry, Norm. I was about to leave.” you apologize again, knowing this room is off limits.

“It’s alright, kid. Sorry if I sounded upset.” He says, expression softening.

You laugh a little to lighten the mood. “Not a kid anymore, Norm.” you shoot him a smile before shuffling out beside him, walking backwards so he doesn’t see the toy behind your back.

“My bad, y/n.” He closes the door, locking it with his key. He turns around, to see you shuffling away.

“Hey. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Alright?” he projects his voice as you walk swiftly away, heart thumping in your chest.

You quickly shift the toy to your chest as you spin around and raise a hand in the air. “Alright, Norm! Thanks!”

----

You sit on your bed, staring at the bright pink object sitting on your table, already plotting how exactly you’re going to return this thing. It’s going to be difficult, seeing that he locked the door. It would have to involve some sort of conniving plan to steal his keys whilst he’s sleeping, or something. It honestly seemed like too much, for something so... useless to him.

It wouldn’t even matter right? He’s not going to use it... Would he even realize that it’s missing? You wonder, knowing he’ll probably never step foot in that room again.

You won’t lie, a part of you wanted to know what it feels like. Not only that, but this is probably the only time in your existence that you’d have your hands on such a thing. You’d never ever been able to make yourself climax before, even to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam.

Maybe this would do the trick?

It dawns on you that all you’re doing is trying to convince yourself to use the damn thing. You stand up let loose a loud huff, frustrated with yourself. You pace back and forth in your room, burning a line into the floor with your feet, looking back at the stupid little toy every so often.

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Fuck it.” you mumble, rushing over to the table to rip open the packaging.

Finally releasing the toy from its plastic-y restraints, you bring it close to your face to examine it.

“Whoa.” you mutter, looking at all of the little nubs and ridges on the tip of it, whilst the rest of it is like a smooth silicone.

Grabbing the packaging, you fumble with it a bit before flipping it over once again to read the instructions some more.

‘Clean before and after use. Charge before use. Waterproof. Use on clit or insert inside.’

You make your way over to the bathroom and wash it with soap and water before putting it to charge. Meanwhile, you take a quick shower, thinking about Neteyam the entire time to get you in the mood.

----

“Is she upset with me?” Neteyam asks Kiri, concerned that he’s ultimately ruined the friendship.

“No... I don’t know, Nete. Maybe? She can tell that you’re avoiding her at this point. Just. Go and talk to her, okay?” Kiri encourages her brother.

“Talk to her? And say what? I know we are a different species, but I have feelings for you?” he narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah. Actually. Exactly that.” Kiri says, scoffing and nodding her head.

“Really?” Neteyam looks at her with a blank stare.

“Yes, really. Just go.” Kiri pushes him out of the tent. “She didn’t even tell us she was leaving... Tell her that I’m sorry, too.”

“Agh. Alright.” Neteyam walks willingly out of the tent, making his way to the lab, eclipse in full throttle.

----

You brush and braid your hair, keeping it out of your face whilst you brush your teeth. Instead of getting into your pyjamas, you opt to stay wrapped in your towel, seeing that you were going to get naked anyways.

“Let’s do this.” you try psyching yourself up, making your way over to the charging object.

You unplug it and fidget with the button. Pressing the button, it immediately lights up and starts vibrating, making a loud buzzing noise. Startled, you quickly press the button once more, turning it off and throwing it on the bed.

Heart thumping viciously in your chest, you feel the flesh between your legs begin to pulse. All sorts of emotions were coursing through you all at once – anxiety, arousal, guilt. You decide that you need to get in the right head space to do this.

You unwrap your towel, resting it on the end of your bed. Crawling on the bed, you get comfortable, propping up your back against stacked pillows and spreading your legs. The cool, crisp air blows against your naked body, making your nipples hard and body shiver.

You reach for the vibrator, allowing it to brush against your inner thigh before placing it on the softness of your plump lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core.

Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. As you make your way down his body you chew on your bottom lip, biting back a soft moan.

Breath becoming raggedy, you press the button with a shaky finger, jolting when the overpowering vibration touches your clit. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot.

Squeezing your eyes even tighter, you melt into the sheer power of this toy, relaxing your tensed leg muscles. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth.

Chest rising and falling from your heavy pants, your leg muscles tense again as that familiar hot feeling pools in your chest – you’re getting close. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, before parting them to allow little, soft moans to evade your mouth. You find your hips chasing your orgasm, bucking slightly against the length of the toy as you coat it in a thin layer of your wetness.

Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand.

The image of him brings you closer and closer, the heat pooling in your chest overflowing into the rest of your body, forming knots in the pit of your stomach. You always had a hard time with this stage, never getting past it – never making yourself cum.

“Oh, Nete!” you moan, “Make me cum, please.” You quiet down to a whisper, gritting your teeth as you arch your back.

He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member.

“F-fuck!” you squeak, your head sinking deeper into your pillow as your toes dig into the softness of the bed.

He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.

----

“Thanks, Norm. I apologize again, for coming so late. I just... really need to make it up to her.” Neteyam bows his head quickly, thankful that he let him in the lab after hours.

“Don’t sweat it. She told me earlier she was feeling a little down. Just let yourself out when you’re finished talking, cool?” Norm responds, having more trust in Neteyam than the rest of them.

“I will.” Neteyam says, crouching slightly to make his way down the hallway to your door.

He looks at your door, reading the weird figures above the peep hole, ‘34’.

Three – four, that is hers, yes?

“Oh, Nete!” he hears your faint, muffled cry.

His ears perk up, heartbeat raising.

Why is she calling for me? Is she okay?

“F-fuck!” he hears your soft groan, hushed by some sort of whirring noise. 

Oh shit. She sounds like she’s in pain. Maybe cramps?

Neteyam wastes not another second and bursts the door open, ready to help you in any way that he could. Instead, he’s met with the sight of you on the bed – naked – touching yourself.

----

You can’t hear the doorknob rattle over the buzz of your toy, and even if you could, you were too focused on trying to experience your first orgasm. It feels so good, it really felt like you were about to explode. Your breaths become shallow, and quick as you climb and climb towards your peak. All you can focus on, is Neteyam coming closer and closer to you, cock swinging at each step.

“Holy shit.” Neteyam breathes, chest rising and falling quickly, heart thumping violently in his chest. Eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth open, he watches you for a second too long, unable to take his eyes off the carnal sight in front of him.

“Shit.” You gasp, body practically curling up into a ball as you and yank the towel over your body and the toy. “What are you doing here?!” you shout at him, wrapping the towel around you properly as you shuffle your back against the wall.

He immediately drops his gaze, blinking repeatedly as he turns away from you, resting both hands on his forehead. “I am so sorry, y/n. I – I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I was just... coming to talk to you about something.” He babbles, gulping down a wad of his spit.

“About what?! So late?!” you shout, cheeks stained red from embarrassment.

You caught a quick glimpse of the bulge in his loincloth before he turned around. Your heart is thumping even faster, even harder. You just moaned his name.

Shit. Shit. Did he hear me moan his name? Fuck. How long has he been here?

“I’m sorry I upset you. Really. I-it can wait. I will be going now. I am so sorry, y/n.” he apologizes through raggedy breaths, feeling his own arousal.

He quickly leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind him, feeling like he just invaded your privacy – big time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heart before walking away. You do the same, taking deep breaths to calm down and figure out what the fuck just happened.

Your hand rests on your chest, feeling the thud of your vicious heartbeats. He does the same, hand on his chest, leaning back against the door as he tries to catch his breath. He wants nothing more than to just go back in the room and tell you how he feels, especially now that he knows you think about him when you touch yourself.

It’s the same for you, wanting so badly for him to just burst back in your room, and confess his undying love for you. But you knew that was too far-fetched, to have the eldest son of Olo’eyktan love a simple human girl like you.

Then, why was he... hard?

You stare at the door, waiting to see if it’d open once more. Neteyam’s on the other side, debating with himself whether he should go back in there and come clean. Shaking his head, he attempts to snap out of his deep thoughts – you were naked, and obviously in the middle of something intimate. If he went back in there that’s just him invading your privacy even more. Deciding against staying, he starts making his way down the hallway.

He makes it halfway down the hallway before he stops dead in his tracks, ears perking up and expression softening.

But she said my name, right? He thinks, turning his head to look back on the ‘34’ on your door.

“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.

Surely, if he came all this way, at this time of night to talk to you, then it must be important. Perhaps, important enough to involve his feelings about you? Either way, it’s gone too far now. You may as well come clean yourself.

Making your way over to your door, you reach out to grab the doorknob, only to see it turn on its own. The door swings open, a gust of air blowing the loose stands of hair out of your face. Where the knob once was, is now where Neteyam’s loincloth rests, almost bursting at its seams.

Directly in your line of sight is his cross shaped ribcage, brutally rising and falling from his heavy pants. Your eyes work their way up his torso, past his muscular chest and carved collarbones, to the stripes on his neck and the flush of his cheeks. Your eyes lock with his amber eyes, searching once another in the silence.

He came back.

She was coming to get me.

You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.

“Hi.” You breathe.

“Hey.” He whispers.

“You wanted to talk?” you ask, hand tightly grasping the overlap of your towel.

“Yes.” He glances quickly at you gripping onto your towel, before looking away from your chest all together. He wants to be a gentleman about this. “Do you want to talk?”

“Yes.” You say shyly, also noticing his shy demeanour.

He looks back down at you, scanning your facial expression to ensure you were being serious. He crouches under the doorframe and enters your room, walking over to the bed.

Your eyes follow his every move, his every step. “You can sit.” You say quietly, finally shifting your gaze to your feet. “What did you want to talk about?”

He seats himself at the end of your bed, elbows resting on his knees and head hanging low. “I wanted to tell you something, y/n. To tell you my true feelings.”

You heart quickens once more, hearing the words you’ve been dreaming to hear. Now that he’s sitting on your bed, you’re face to face. You take slow steps towards him, standing directly in front of him.

“And what might those be, Nete?” you ask, using two dainty fingers under his chin to have him look at you.

He stares deeply into your eyes, furrowing his brows slightly as a puzzled look grows on his face. 

How do I even say this?

“I – I...” he stutters, relaxing his brows and swallowing his spit, “Oel ngati kameie” [I see you]. he confesses, cupping your hand on his chin with his.

You can’t fight the smile creeping on your face. Not only did he confess his romantic feelings for you, but he did it in na’vi. He sees you, not as a little human girl stuck on his planet, but as his equal – his mate.

“Oel ngati kameie, ‘teyam.” You repeat his words, letting him know you feel the same way.

A grin plasters his face, causing his ears to perk up. He pulls you in closer by the hand, situating your tiny frame in between his meaty thighs.

“I have felt this way for some time, y/n.” he continues, inches away from your face, “Since we were kids, playing hide and seek in the trees...” he looks down at your lips, “...since I first lay eyes on you.”

Staring at his lips too, you nod, unable to respond with words.

“I do not care, if we do not ‘work’ together... I cannot ignore my feelings for you anymore.” he places your hand against his warm chest, as he inches even closer to your face. “Feel it... My heart, it beats for you.”

Feeling his heartbeat against your palm, you wrap your dainty fingers around his thumb, gently tugging down your towel with your other hand to expose your cleavage. Inhaling sharply, you place his hand flat against your chest.

“Mine too, Nete.” You finally whisper under your breath. “I-I feel the same. At first sight.” You mumble, now feeling his hot, short breaths against your lips.

Inexperienced lips crash into yours, hungry and eager for your reciprocation. You kiss him fervently, waiting for this moment for practically your entire existence. Bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth radiating from one another’s skin, you fumble with the knot of your towel. A hand stops you, keeping you from untying the loosely wrapped material around your body, he shakes his head side to side.

“Are you sure?” he breathes into your mouth between wet kisses. “I did not...” he kisses you again, “...come back for that, my love”.

“Mhm” you mumble into his mouth, moving his hand away to fiddle with the woven part of your towel once more. You stop and pull away suddenly, coming to the realization that maybe he doesn’t want this. “Do you...want this?” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckles breathily, smiling wide before pulling you back in to kiss you again. “How could I not?” he mumbles between sloppy kisses.

Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you feel the pink tinge on your cheeks turn even brighter – even hotter. Breaths heavy and uneven, you feel the thud of your collective heartbeat as you allow your towel fall to the ground. Immediately, he pulls away, looking up and down at your human body.

“Yuey [beautiful]” he says out of breath, mesmerized by the curves and softness of your body.

Allowing his eyes to linger at your chest, he looks up at you briefly, silently asking for your consent to touch your breasts. You nod, pulling his hand up to the soft flesh on your chest before meeting your lips with his once more. His hand completely envelopes your breast, kneading it as gently as he can. His thumb brushes past your hard nipple, playing with it ever so slightly.

Having someone else touch you in this way makes your body shudder. It’s your first time, your first kiss, your first – everything.

A warm tongue presses against your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant it, parting your lips and meeting your tongue with his, allowing them to dance with one another in your mouth.

His movements become eager – more impatient. He kneads your breast a little rougher, now gently rolling your small nipple between his calloused fingers. Your body jolts from the sudden pleasure, and a soft moan escapes your mouth into his.

“Feels good, yes?” he returns a moan, making sure you’re okay.

“Yes, teyam.” You nod, moving his hand to your other breast.

Repeating his movements, he gently rolls your nipple whilst kneading your breast. It feels so good, that you can’t help but pant into his mouth, allowing your hands to feel his chest, too.

It’s just as you imagined, his chest is hard yet soft, his skin smooth yet rough, like that of a warrior. Both your hands could fit comfortably on just one of his pecks – his size in comparison to you was no joke. You feel his hand snake around your waist and up your back, calloused fingers taking in the suppleness of your skin.

“So soft” he mumbles, moving his gentle kisses down your neck.

“You, too” you mumble back, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders.

“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast.

“Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, as well as most of your breast. He suckles as gently as he can, afraid he may nip you with his fangs. Your hands slide from his shoulders, up his neck to his head, where your fingers intertwine with his braids. Using it as leverage, you press him closer into your chest, letting him know he’s making you feel good.

To your surprise, he allows his hands to fall to your hips, pulling you on top of him. It causes him to unlatch from your breast, moving his wet lips up to your collarbones. Your bare pussy is pressed against his bulge, dampening the material that covers it.

“Neteyam” you call for him quietly, feeling so good from his soothing touches.

“Yes, my love?” he responds, pulling away from your shoulders to look in your eyes.

“Can I see... you, too?” you ask shyly, breaking eye contact to glance at his soddened loincloth.

His eyes follow yours, seeing that the thin cloth is soaked. Shooting his gaze back up yours.

“You’re so wet.” he whispers, so enthralled with you that he forgets what you asked of him. He looks at your reddened face, realizing that you’re waiting for his response. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I want to see you, too.” you repeat, dropping your hands to tug at the band of his loincloth.

Smiling, he leans back, supporting his torso with his arms behind him on the bed. You trail your eyes down from his face to his pelvis, seeing the small knot at the side of his loincloth. Fumbling with the knot, your shaky hands try their best to untie the material. He notices, resting his hand over yours before untying it himself.

“No need to be nervous, y/n. We will not do anything you are not ready for, okay?” he reassures you, untying the knot easily.

“Okay.” you nod, scooting back on his lap to make space for his loincloth to come off.

You slowly move the band down, exposing his deep v-lines and scant hair. You swallow your spit before taking it off completely, revealing his huge, thick cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight, eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth opens wide enough for a sharp breath of air to pass through your lips.

“Oh shit.” You pant quietly, surprised because it’s much bigger than you imagined.

The tip of his cock touches the middle of his thigh, the length and thickness of your forearm. Panicked eyes meet his, scared that he’d rip you in two.

“What is it?” he asks, concerned that you’re uncomfortable.

“It’s – you’re, y-you are too big for me.” your lips tremble as the words slip out.

His brows draw together, eyes squinting slightly – a puzzled expression contorts his face. He cups your cheek, searching your eyes for some sort of clarification. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think – uh. I-I don’t think that will fit inside of me, Nete.” you stutter, feeling too shy to say the words.

Neteyam can’t help but laugh a little. “Ma’ yawne [beloved]...” he uses his thumb to rub your cheek, “...you need not to worry about that. I do not want to do anything that will hurt you.”

The words bring serenity to your chest, making the uneven thud of your heartbeat rhythmic. As much as you want to share that level of intimacy with him, you’ve only been able to fit two of your own fingers inside of you. You lean into his touch, rubbing your face against his palm as a smile plasters your face.

Always so protective over you.

Turns out, he was only half-hard. You watch in awe as his member grows, lifting from his thigh to his belly, all on its own. Neteyam looks away to hide his flushed cheeks. You notice and take this as your sign to touch him for the first time. Wrapping your slim fingers around his girth, you find that your fingertips can’t touch each other. His pelvis shifts suddenly from the warmth of your touch.

“Am I making the mighty warrior blush?” you hum, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.

His eyes fall onto his crotch, watching as your hands stroke his shaft. He looks back up at you, directly into your eyes.

“Maybe.” his voice is low, and deep.

You never thought you’d even be in this position, stroking the cock of the man of your dreams. Even worse, him staring at you with sultry eyes and a husky voice, telling you that you’re making him nervous.

“Can I touch you, here?” he asks, sitting up fully and resting his hand on your inner thigh.

“Didn’t I say ‘yes, always yes’?” you smile at him, shifting your hips to allow for better access.

Wrapping one arm around his neck, you hold onto him tightly for support as his hand cups your pussy, making you gasp quickly. You feel his finger part your wet lips, searching for the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You bury your face into the crook of his neck just as he finds your clit, rubbing circles into it with his slick coated finger.

Hot, quick pants evade your parted lips, blowing directly onto his neck. His lips plant kisses on your shoulder, tongue playing in the dip of your collarbone. You stroke his cock one handed, trying your hardest to provide enough friction for him to feel good too.

“Is this, okay?” he asks breathlessly, moving his finger down to your entrance.

“Yes, my ‘teyam.” you mumble into his neck, bracing yourself for his thick finger to enter you.

“Let me know if it hurts, my love.” he whispers, slowly sliding his finger inside of you.

“Oh! Ugh.” A strained moan is muffled in his neck, as you feel this finger stretch you out.

You shift your hand from his cock and wrap it around his neck, holding on as tightly as you can. His singular finger easily feels like two of yours, not to mention the fact that they’re much lengthier.

“Does it hurt?” he whispers into your ear.

“No. I’m okay, teyam.” you mumble, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

“Good. I am going to move now.” he warns, curling his finger directly into your sweet spot.

You gasp loudly, feeling the pressure already build in your bladder. It feels amazing – better than you’ve ever felt with your own fingers. Your hips buck on their own, grinding into the finger that impales you.

Little, sweet mewls escape your open mouth, beads of saliva dripping onto his chest. You’re so focused on the way he’s making you feel you didn’t even realise the volume of your whines and whimpers until he makes a comment about it.

“I like your little noises, y/n.” he says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “Are you... close?”

“I – I don’t know, I’ve never, c-cum before.” Your breath hitches, feeling your chest and stomach tighten.

Your legs begin to tremble, like they’ll give out underneath you at any moment. “Oh, Nete!” you moan his name, catching a glimpse of his ears perking up from the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

His hips buck, too, thrusting his cock against your stomach. He’s losing it, all from hearing the sweet sounds that come from your mouth. Pulling away from his neck, you look down at his glossy cockhead poking at your stomach, then back up to look into his amber eyes.

“This is where you’d be... inside me.” you breathe, shifting a hand off his neck to press a finger under your sternum, where his tip touches.

“Whoa. Y-you are so, so tiny, y/n. I’m so scared that I will hurt you.” Neteyam confesses, rutting his hips against you.

“You won’t. I trust you, teyam.” you pant, feeling your legs wobble.

Your heads bump together, as your now both grinding into one another. He feels your weak legs shake and snakes his free hand around your back, supporting it as he lays you down on the bed.

He catches sight of the bright pink toy near your head, eyes widening.

“What is that? Where did you get it from?” he asks, still fingering you.

“Ah... haah, I – I kind of found it.” you pant raggedly, “Ngh! It’s a – oh fuck!” you moan, feeling a new sensation in your pelvis grow.

“It’s a ‘oh fuck’?” Neteyam chuckles, picking up speed.

“Neteyam! That feels weird.” You moan, eyes pooling with water from how good it feels.

“Weird, bad? Or weird, good?” he asks, slowing down his pace.

“Good! Good!” you shout, not wanting him to stop.

“Ah. Good.” He smiles, picking back up the speed, “Now, what is that thing?”

“It’s – it’s a vibrator! Fuck. Don’t stop, Nete.” you whisper desperately, arching your back against the bed. “I think – I think I’m close!” you let loose a strained moan.

“I want to taste it. Can I taste you?” he asks, already making his way in between your legs.

“O-okay teyam” you whine quietly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go.

His hot mouth engulfs your throbbing clit, the flat of his tongue shifting from side to side. “Good?” he mumbles into your slit.

“Mmmn! Fuck, yes!” you moan loudly, bucking your hips into his face.

He grabs your hand and places it on his head, you weave your fingers through his braids.

“Another... another finger!” you beg, feeling the knots in your stomach quickly unravel.

He shakes his head side to side, “’til hurt” he mumbles once more, picking up the speed of both his tongue and finger.

“Please! ‘m gonna cum, Nete!” you plead, toes curling into the sheet beneath you.

He gently slides another digit inside you, feeling the tightness of your cunt clenching around it. You yelp out, feeling a hint of pain among the waves of pleasure that crash through you. He pulls his finger back out, lifting his head up, causing your hand to fall from his head.

“See? I told you. I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asks through knitted brows, looking down at your glistening cunt sucking in his finger.

“Only a little, I’m fine teyam.” you reassure him, wiggling your hips back down onto his finger.

He clicks his tongue, catching a glimpse of the vibrator.

“Let us try this... vee-bray-tor?” he says the word slowly, as he reaches for the pink object beside your head.

He presses the button causing the thing to vibrate in his hand, shock plastering his face from the sensation of it buzzing against his skin. Your hips jolt as he presses the toy against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine.

“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more.

He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.

“Mmmn, mhm!” you mumble, pushing your cunt into his face.

He closes his eyes, tuning in to the filthy noises that evade your mouth, drawing circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. Neteyam touches himself, finally hearing the sounds that he’s been imagining every time he pleasured himself.

“Neteyam. I’m so fucking close.” you pant quickly.

He picks up the speed, now knowing where exactly feels good for you, and targets those sensitive areas. He rubs his own cock, beads of precum oozing from his tip lubricating his hand, allowing for fast strokes. He’s huffing hot breaths through his nose onto your lower stomach, giving you goosebumps.

“Holy fuck... R-right there” You let loose breathy moans, feeling the swell of your sweet spot pushing against his finger, as he curls it even harder and faster into you.

“Mmmhm” he moans into your clit, looking directly at you, encouraging you with his eyes to cum for him.

Bucking his hips into his hand, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. His brows tighten, feel his own knots unravel quickly in his stomach. He grunts into your cunt, finally squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts become shorter.

You look between your legs, watching his aroused expression, now realizing that he’s pleasuring himself. It makes you feel even hotter – even hornier, sending you over the edge.

“Oh – oh shit, Neteyam! I think I’m – I’m cumming!” you cry out, shoving his face into your pussy.

You feel your cunt go into a frenzy, throbbing and pulsating feverishly around his finger.

His grunts turn into guttural groans, as he tries to concentrate on making you finish while his warm cum slowly pools into his hand. You push away his head, now feeling overstimulated from his relentless licks, for him to sit up quickly, grabbing his mask in a hurry to suck in a deep, long breath.

“You taste sweet, y/n.” he moans breathlessly, gently pulling his finger out of you. He sucks his finger, savouring the flavour of your slick.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling shy to see him taste you on his finger like that.

“That was... the first time.” you mumble wide eyed, breath hitching from you coming down from your high.

He smiles.

“I know. I’m happy I could do that for you, my love.” he projects his voice as he crouches under your bathroom doorframe.

He quickly cleans himself up so he can tend to you, coming back with a dampened cloth.

“Feeling okay?” he asks quietly, wiping the slick off your thighs, working his way up to the soft flesh between your legs.

“Yes, I’m... more than okay.” You hum softly, chest rising and falling as you try to take a full breath, feeling his tender, gentle touches as he cleans you up.

“Want to shower?” He questions, hanging the cloth against the back of your chair.

You shake your head weakly from side to side, puffy eyes blinking lethargically.

“What about clothes?” he makes his way over to your dresser, resting his hand on the top drawer’s handle, “tis a cold night.”

“Mm... rather you keep me warm.” you blabber, resting your eyes for a minute.

“My pleasure, yawne [beloved].” He smiles.

Tucking one hand under your neck, and the other under the back of your knees he lifts you up, moving you further up in your bed.

“Tired?” he chuckles softly, crawling into bed next to you.

“Mhmm.” You purr lengthily, trying to open your eyes as you scoot back onto him. “Don’t leave, Nete.”

“Alright, my love. I won’t. I will be right here. Get some rest.” He hums, pressing his warm naked body against yours.

He covers you with the blanket first, and then himself with whatever was remaining. He’s too tall for the blanket anyway, as well as the bed, honestly – he’s too tall for this whole place. Legs jutting off the end of the bed, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

Heavy eyes finally closing, you snuggle into your love, gripping a single finger on the hand are rests on your stomach. He unhooks the mask from around his neck, and straps it to his face, so that he, too, can close his eyes and drift into a deep sleep.

----

Everyone was accepting of your relationship with Neteyam. Surprisingly, his parents were both expecting it at some point, and had already taken the time to come to terms with it – well, mostly Neytiri. Jake was always welcoming of you. Kiri and Lo’ak were happy you two finally hit things off. Everyone, including the members of the clan, could tell that you both had feelings for one another. Even Norm and Max were elated for the two of you, both knowing that there was something more going on between you guys. Norm knew that night would be the night for the both of you to make things official, which is why he granted Neteyam access afterhours.

One day, Norm and Max approach you and Neteyam in your room, knocking quietly on your already open door.

“Y/n. Neteyam.” they say monotonously in unison.

You both look at them, concern growing in your chest after seeing their serious expressions.

“What is it?” you manage to get out, holding Neteyam’s hand tightly, thinking something horrible has happened.

Their expressions soften, a smile creeping on both their faces before they burst out in laughter.

“Just joking with ya.” Max laughs, looking at Norm.

“Yeah. We come bearing good news, actually.” Norm adds, quickly glancing at Max before looking at you once more.

“Good news? What is it?” Neteyam asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, calming you down.

“Well, it’s not like you guys don’t already know. You can think of it as a ‘mating’ gift, ya know, seeing that na’vi don’t have weddings.” Max babbles, straying from the point.

“You’re getting your own avatar, y/n.” Norm announces happily, knowing that this is your biggest dream yet.

“What?! Are you serious?” you shriek, jumping to your feet, eyes flickering between the two of them.

Neteyam is still holding your hand tightly, now standing with you, wrapping his tail around your leg. Ever since you revealed your feelings to one another, Neteyam has rarely left your side, always making sure he’s near you – protecting you. You were his mate now, nothing less.

“Yep. She’ll be ready in about four months.” Max smiles, proud that he could pull the strings to get his favourite girl her own avatar.

“Oh, Max. Norm.” your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes. “Thank you, guys. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this.” You walk swiftly towards them to give them both a big hug.

Neteyam reluctantly lets go of your hand and leg, but follows closely behind you, towering over the two men. He wraps his tail around your leg once more, always needing to touch you in some way.

You hug them both, tippy toeing to squeeze their necks as hard as you can – to show how much you really appreciate what their doing for you.

“Thank you, Max, Norm.” Neteyam says, smiling and bowing his head at them both.

“Our pleasure, guys.” Max and Norm chant together. “C’mere Neteyam.” Norm smiles, pulling Neteyam into the hug.

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[lallyloo]

Tarzan Style

After talking about it forever they’re finally living that #vanlife together.

Link’s inside the van, and Rhett is off somewhere. He said he had an idea and he’d let Link know when it’s time.

So when Link hears a sound, like a shout, he ignores the sense of alarm within him and goes to look out the back of the van. He assumes it’ll be Rhett, and he’s right.

Rhett is standing by the fire.

Naked.

No, not entirely naked. He’s covered by something.

“LINK.”

It’s Rhett’s voice, but it’s harsh, guttural.

“COME.”

Link tumbles out of the back of the van, his eyes focused on Rhett, wondering what the hell is going on.

It’s only when he gets closer he realises..

It’s a loincloth.

Link’s thought of this before. He’s even said it out loud. To Rhett.

“Oh shit..” Link breathes.

Rhett’s hair is down, flowing wild around his face. He’s standing tall, legs spread, and the fire is highlighting every line of his body, every sinewy muscle. He looks like Tarzan.

Link should laugh, but instead he just wants to see and touch. He approaches carefully, looking to Rhett’s face for any guidance but Rhett just stares at him, his eyes dark in the firelight.

So Link touches, running his fingers over the thin leather ties, tracing Rhett’s hip bones. The loincloth is thick enough leather that it provides very little detail, but Link is sure that Rhett is hard underneath.

He’s hard too, imagining Rhett’s cock, stiff, leaking, straining for a wet mouth.

“Should I– ?”

Rhett grabs his shoulder suddenly and pushes him down, forcing Link to his knees.

Link is breathing hard as he presses his face into the loincloth, enjoying the soft leather. He can feel the stiffness of Rhett’s cock on the other side, and Link tries to mouth him through it, lips and tongue moving over the leather. Link nudges his nose along the side of the loincloth, where the leather ends and Rhett’s skin begins. Link inhales, smelling him. It’s sweat and musk and fire, and Link inhales again sharply – wanting, needing Rhett’s cock in his mouth.

Link’s tongue juts out, licking along Rhett’s thigh, tasting the salt of his skin, and suddenly Rhett’s hand is on his head, clutching his hair and pushing his face under the loincloth.

“SUCK.”

Link lets himself be pushed, eyes closed, mouth open, his face suddenly under the leather, and he’s tonguing at Rhett in the darkness. His tongue slides along Rhett’s length, tasting, and when he reaches the tip he takes Rhett into his mouth, sucking hungrily at the thick head.

It’s hot under the leather and a bit hard to breathe, and Link buries his face in Rhett’s groin, taking Rhett as far as he can, pulling back and going again, forcing Rhett to fuck into his mouth.

He’s got a hold of Rhett’s thighs, keeping himself steady while he pulls Rhett to him, and Rhett’s hands finally come down to grasp him around the ears, keeping Link in place under the loincloth as he fucks over his wet lips, sliding into his mouth and down his throat until Link is almost choking on him.

Link gags, his eyes watering, but he wants more. He hums over Rhett’s cock, little begging sounds, pleading, and Rhett seems to get it and he fucks harder, faster, nearly suffocating Link under the leather.

Link is hungry for it, begging for more, and he’s making muffled eager sounds as he reaches down to unzip his shorts and pull himself out. He takes his cock in hand and strokes, jerking himself, his precum making little slick slick sounds as his hand slides frantically over his length.

He’s losing it. His mouth is open, lax as Rhett fucks into it, and he’s breathing against Rhett’s cock, inhaling the scent of him, taking in the taste of Rhett’s precum and he knows Rhett’s close – they’re both close.  

Rhett pulls a hand away suddenly, lifting the loincloth as if he wants to see, and Link is almost sorry for the loss of the suffocating darkness. But he tips his head back as Rhett comes, his mouth still open, and Rhett shoots into his mouth, over his lips, and across his face.

Link comes then, his panting breath matching each stroke of his hand as he jacks himself between Rhett’s feet, painting the ground with his cum. As he finishes he rubs the back of his hand across his face, smearing over Rhett’s cum, and he brings his hand up to his mouth to lick it off.

They sit by the fire after, Rhett now in regular clothes, and Link turns the loincloth over in his hand.

“We should keep this,” Link says.

“Yeah.”

“You should wear it next time.”

Rhett smirks at him. “You got ideas for next time?”

Link just hums in agreement.

“What do you wanna do?”

Link answers in a deep, guttural voice, “FUCK.”

[changingourdestiny]

Firestorm Part 1: A Shocking Encounter

Summary:

Rae and Cayde wake up to a commotion in the Bazaar. Turns out a new Guardian, Jade Hydrani, is causing trouble for other Guardians. Everyone soon learns something very interesting about the Kinderguardian and Adam gets an idea on how to deal with the troublemaker.

Previous Part: Here

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Rae slowly opened her eyes as sunlight filtered in through the curtains of her room. Cayde had fallen asleep beside her, the two still in their armour, and Rae could see the lights of his mouth glow faintly as the odd soft snore escaped him. Rae chuckled softly and was about to doze off again when-

*C R A S H ! ! !*

*Z-Z-ZAP!*

The two jolted awake at the commotion outside. “What the Hellmouth was that?!” Cayde exclaimed as Ghost popped up beside Rae, “Uh, Rae? Incoming call from Ikora.”

“Patch it through.” Rae replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she heard her mentor’s voice come through Ghost, “Rae. I take it the noise woke you up?”

“Yep. What’s the issue?”

“I’ll explain when you get down here. Can you meet us in the Bazaar?”

“On our way.” A small chime came from Ghost as the call was ended.

“What’s going on?” Cayde asked as the two quickly left Rae’s apartment. “No clue. Ikora said she’ll bring us up to speed when we get to the Bazaar.” Rae replied as they headed out to the Bazaar, “Oh wow…”

Rae watched with eyes wide in disbelief at the scene before her and Cayde. Ikora and Blaze were standing near Ikora’s post as Adam and Zavala were in a dog pile on top of a figure with flashes of arc energy flickering across them. Floating in front of Ikora and Blaze, also watching the two Titans in a dog pile, was a Ghost with a dark, steel blue shell that was adorned with gold and dark teal markings and a bright teal eye. “I…do we wanna know?” Cayde asked as the duo approached Blaze and Ikora. Blaze glanced at the duo and the apartment building they came from before a look of realisation crossed her face and she began to snicker. “Mind out of the gutter, Blaze.” Rae rolled her eyes. The Ghost floated up to Rae, “You are Vanguard Rae?” The Ghost asked, earning a nod from Rae, “I must apologise for my Guardian’s behaviour. I swear she’s usually quite friendly and not as…rowdy, for lack of a better term. I am Justim, Ghost to Jade Hydrani.”

Rae glanced past Justim and was able to get a better look at the figure underneath Adam and Zavala. The figure seemed to be a female Awoken and had medium length, messy, dark aegean blue hair with a dark teal stripe and some of the bangs partially covering her left eye, bright indigo eyes, ice blue skin, and a dark teal markings on her cheek. The Guardian, who Rae assumed was Jade Hyrdrani, was growling in frustration as she discharged arc energy in an attempt to get the two Titans off her. “What’s with the restraints?” Cayde asked. “Well, Adam wanted me to help him with an early morning patrol on Io – even though I wanted to sleep in today…” Blaze began, shooting Adam a quick glare before continuing, “When we spotted this Warlock Kinderguardian causing trouble for other Fireteams. Adam called Zavala asking what we should do with her and he said to bring her here. Let me tell ya, she did NOT want to come here. I haven’t been hit with so much arc energy since that Crucible match where the entire opposing team were arc subclasses. She may be a newbie, but she’s already pretty good at using her powers.”

“When she arrived here, she tried to escape. Adam and Zavala managed to corner her here in the Bazaar. The noise you heard was her attempting to use Stormtrance to fight back, but they managed to pin her down before she did any real damage. Thankfully, she’s caused no injuries to herself or others.” Ikora added.

“Let me talk to her. Maybe I can calm her down?” Rae suggested. “Good luck.” Blaze motioned for the Fireteam Vanguard to go ahead.

Rae approached the two Titans on top of the young Warlock, “How are you two holding up?”

“Eh, I’ve had worse.” Adam smiled. “I wish you luck in talking to Hydrani.” Zavala added, “She doesn’t seem too keen on listening to authority.”

“Wonder who that reminds me of?” Rae chuckled. “I know you’re talking about me!!” Blaze called from behind, “And I wasn’t THIS bad!!”

Rae just chuckled before kneeling down in front of Jade who had stopped struggling and was just glaring at Rae, “Jade Hydrani, right? I’m Raegalianis Drakyx, Fireteam Vanguard. But you can call me Rae.”

“Oh, great. Another Vanguard.” Jade rolled her eyes, “If you’re gonna try to convince me to stay in your hoity-toity tower here like your other Guardian buddies did, you’re wasting your time. I ain’t interested. And can you ask your buddies here to get off me?! This is excessive, I wasn’t even causing that much trouble.”

“You tried to use your super within the Tower.” Ikora countered.

“Well, I didn’t know it was against the rules. I just got here!”

“You kept launching storm grenades at fellow Guardians when they were dealing with Taken on Io.”

“It was just a prank!”

“You managed to lead a group of Taken, Cabal, and Vex to a single location, get them to fight, and got another Fireteam caught in the crossfire.”

“You can’t prove that was me!”

“You somehow managed to acquire a Cabal Interceptor and chased and antagonised Guardians across Io.”

“Ok, that was pretty funny though. You gotta admit it!”

“Anyway!” Rae cut in, interrupting her fellow Warlocks, “How about we have a civil discussion? Without attacking anyone?”

Jade sighed, “Fiiiiiine.”

Adam and Zavala got off Jade as Rae helped her to her feet. Jade groaned as she stretched, stiff from being trapped under two heavily armoured Titans. As she got up, Rae was able to get a better look at her robes. Jade wore steel blue robes with gold and dark teal markings on the chest piece and dark indigo rims. Iron pads donned her shoulders with the left pad serving as a bond projecting a teal dragon. The left sleeve of her robes was torn, revealing black gloves with a gold rim. The robes had a dark grey midriff. The lower part of her robes was steel blue with curved, dark teal markings and a gold rim on the top, and a dark steel blue loincloth with a dark indigo rim and a dark teal Warlock symbol. She had dark grey pants and dark indigo and steel blue boots with a gold and dark teal rims and iron soles.

“You okay?” Rae asked. “Lemme check.” Jade smirked as arc bolts launched from her fingertips towards Rae who cried out in pain as the bolts jumped from her to Blaze, Cayde and Ikora. Jade took this as a chance to escape and ran for it, ducking and weaving between Adam and Zavala to avoid being trapped again and ran down to the Annex. “Hey! Get back here!” Rae managed to shake off the effects of Jade’s Chain Lightning and gave chase to the Kinderguardian. Jade looked over her shoulder upon hearing the footsteps of the others as she glided through the halls at top speed, “Ha! You think you can catch me? You’ll never- WHOA!!”

A blur of gold and Jade felt the Light get knocked out of her as she tumbled to the ground. Before she could get up, she heard a voice say, “Nighty night, punk.” Before being knocked out by a blunt object hitting against her head. Rae, followed by the rest of her Fireteam, Justim, and the Vanguard, turned the corner and saw an unconscious Jade and Marcia coming out of her Starlight form. Marcia picked up the unconscious Guardian and turned to face everyone, “You guys lose somethin’?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this; nicely done, Marcia.” Ikora nodded. “Ah, was nothin’.” Marcia shrugged as she handed Jade to Adam, “The kid was bein’ too noisy, so I shut her up.”

“Well, regardless of the reason, thanks for the help.” Rae gave Marcia a thumbs up. “No prob.” Marcia grinned before her attention was caught by the mark on Jade’s face, “Hello, what’ve we here?”

“What’s up?”

“Looks like we ain’t the last two. We’re the last three.” Marcia motioned to the marking on Jade’s face; it was a triangle with a round point and a curved bottom, a single circle underneath and five circles within it, “This is the mark for Tribe Scale. Your new friend here is a Paragonialan.”

“For real?!” Blaze exclaimed. “If that’s the case, it’s even more important we keep an eye on her.” Rae muttered. “We can’t do that if she keeps trying to cause trouble wherever she goes.” Ikora added, “She needs to be taught discipline.”

“Discipline, eh…?” Adam seemed to think for a minute before smiling, “I think I know who could help with that.”

“Who?” Rae asked, a puzzled yet curious look on her face.

“Well that depends…who’s up for a trip to the Iron Temple?”

To Be Continued…

[seriousshit88]

@scottstiles, this fic is long overdue, but i hope you enjoy it! <3

“No, it’s MY turn!”

“You just had your turn, Jackson!”

“That didn’t count. It was practice, and you know it!”

Scott patted his mound of wet sand with the greatest of care, trying his best to ignore the kids arguing further up the beach. He focused instead on the sea birds calling to each other, the waves lapping gently at the shore, and his mother’s voice as she tallied up her catch for the day. 

The breeze coming off the sea was cool, but the sun was warm, and Scott was grateful for the time away from the little home in the woods he shared with his mother. Since his dad left, things were lonelier there, especially when his mother travelled to a nearby settlement to heal someone who was sick and left Scott at home to tend the fire. He’d gotten used to being by himself, though. It wasn’t so bad.

“Why don’t you go play with them?” Melissa asked. She rustled her bag of clams. “I still have a few more of these to find before we have enough to eat tonight, and you don’t want to spend all day playing alone, do you?”

Scott glanced at the other kids. Most of them seemed to be around his age. A boy with light colored hair pushed a lankier boy to the ground. The lanky kid jumped up and immediately shoved the first boy. Soon, they were both tussling in the sand while the kids--with the exception of a girl with long, red hair, who abandoned their group completely--cheered the fighting boys on. Scott silently glanced back at his mother and resumed building his sand cave.

Melissa stooped down and ruffled Scott’s hair. “Good point. I’m going just around those rocks over there, and I’ll come back to get you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Scott said. Part of him wanted to go with her, but he was too old to be attached to his mother all the time. Besides, his sand cave needed a moat. “I hope you find some big ones!”

“I always do,” Melissa winked at him and headed up the beach. She paused by the gaggle of rowdy kids and said something Scott couldn’t hear. Approximately one second later, the two boys who were fighting were back on their feet and looking sheepishly in opposite directions. Melissa nodded and continued on her way.

***

One moat later, Scott decided his sand cave needed to actually be a cave, so he began scooping out an entrance with a shell he found.

“What’s that?”

Startled, Scott looked up and saw the lanky kid from earlier pointing at his sand cave. He had a fresh bruise blooming just under his right eye. If only Scott had a sprig of parsley with him.

“A cave,” Scott said. He noticed the kid’s hair was shorn very close to his scalp, and Scott hoped he wasn’t bringing lice to his peaceful play spot.

“That’s a small cave,” the kid said. “Wanna make it bigger?”

Scott was perfectly content to keep building his cave by himself. But there was something about the boy that told Scott he was maybe a little lonely, too. They didn’t know each other, but somehow Scott could tell they had that in common.

“All right,” Scott said cautiously. He handed the boy an extra shell.

The boy sat down next to Scott and started digging up sand. “My name’s Stiles. What’s yours?”

“Scott.”

“You’re that weird kid who lives in the woods.” 

Scott hesitated. Weird kid? “Umm…”

Adding his sand to Scott’s, Stiles shrugged. “It’s okay. Your mom is scary, though. Jackson said she’s a witch.”

Scott burst out laughing. The sound surprised him and he clapped his hand over his mouth. He couldn’t stop the giggles, and Stiles looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“What’s so funny?” Stiles asked.

It took a few attempts to stifle his laughter. “She’s-she’s not a witch. She’s a healer, and I’m learning how to do it, too.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I know an herb that will help that bruise on your face.” Scott said with mild pride.

Stiles gingerly poked the tender area underneath his eye. He shot a dirty look at the kids still playing in the surf. “Do you know any curses?”

“I told you we’re not witches.” Scott shook his head. “What about your mom? What does she do?”

Suddenly, Stiles stopped scooping. “The moat needs water. I’ll go get it.” He dashed off to presumably collect sea water in his shell.

Scott was confused by the abrupt change of subject. He couldn’t figure out what he’d said to make this strange kid just run away like that. Then again, he had no idea why Stiles was playing with him in the first place. Maybe running around and being weird was just something he did.

Eventually, Stiles returned with a shell full of water he’d carefully walked back to their construction site. He dumped the paltry amount of water into the dry moat.

“I’ll help,” Scott said. His shell wasn’t much bigger, but it was better than nothing.

***

It turns out splashing each other in the surf was a lot more fun than collecting moat water. So, Scott and Stiles did that until they were both soaking wet and exhausted. Scott retreated to their half-formed cave and spread out on the warm sand to dry off. Stiles followed.

“I won,” he declared as he poked Scott in the ribs.

“Did not,” Scott replied, punching Stiles in the shoulder.

“You’re wetter than me. That means you lost.”

“Yeah, well, you’re…” Scott tried to think of a comeback, but nothing came to mind. He settled for hurling a lump of wet sand at Stiles instead. 

“It’s getting late,” Stiles shook sand out of his hair. “I have to be home soon.”

Scott felt like someone stole the air directly from his chest. It wasn’t like the attacks that prompted his mom to make him breathe an herbal steam. No, this was different.

“Okay. It was nice to meet you.”

Stiles flashed him a lopsided smile. “You, too.”

“Stupid babies!” a voice shouted at them. Scott saw one of the other kids jogging toward them. It was the kid Stiles had been fighting. 

“Jackson,” Stiles spat. He stood up. Scott stood, too, because he had a bad feeling about this.

“Stiles, why are you over here with the witch kid? Too dumb to play with normal people?”

Scott felt his face redden. “I’m not a witch.”

“Then why don’t you have any friends?”

Who was this kid?

“I’m his friend,” Stiles said, taking a step forward. 

Jackson looked him up and down and dismissed him with a scoff. “Hey, what’s this?” He pushed past Scott and Stiles and stopped at their sand cave and moat.

“It’s ours. Leave it alone,” Scott said.

“Yeah!” Stiles agreed.

“I didn’t do anything,” Jackson said with fake innocence. “But, oh, no! Look at the size of that bug!” Before Scott could do or say anything, Jackson brought his bare foot down right in the middle of the little sand cave.

“Stop!” Scott yelled.

“Stop what?” Jackson dug his foot into the collapsed sand, completely destroying what was left.

Anger welled up inside Scott. It was usually an emotion he reserved solely for his dad, but Jackson seemed like a worthy target. He stared at Jackson’s foot as he wiggled his toes in the sand tauntingly. He kept staring as Stiles poured water on Jackson’s foot.

Wait. Why would-

Oh. It wasn’t water.

“STILINSKI!” Jackson roared as he jerked his foot out of Stiles’s pee stream and ran to rinse his foot in the ocean.

“Ah, that feels better,” Stiles said. He finished and tucked himself back into his loincloth.

Scott blinked at Stiles. Did he really just do that?

“We’ll build a bigger, better one next time,” Stiles said nonchalantly. “And if Jackson tries to mess with that one, I’ll pee on his other foot.”

“Ew,” Scott replied, and they both cracked up laughing.

***

“And then he ran to the water to wash his foot!” Scott told his mom on their walk back home. Melissa had plenty of clams with her, and they clacked in the bag at her hip. She didn’t seem too impressed with Stiles peeing on Jackson, but she indulged Scott all the same.

“Sounds like you had quite a day,” she said.

“Yeah!” Scott beamed. “They all think you’re a witch!”

Melissa chuckled. “Oh, goodness. Well, am I going to have to cast a spell on you to help me with supper tonight?”

A brief moment of doubt washed over Scott, but it didn’t last long. His mom was joking, right? 

Still, Scott obediently grabbed his mom’s hand and held it all the way home. Better safe than sorry.

***

After supper, Scott played part of the day over and over in his mind as he drifted toward sleep.

I’m his friend.

I’m his friend.

I’m his friend.

Scott didn’t have time to tell him, but he was Stiles’s friend, too, and he looked forward to seeing him again, because...

I’m your friend.

I’m your friend.

I’m your friend.

[cecil-mudokon-defunct]

🔫

- A moment of crime -

There’s an incident I never told anyone about. During my… Let’s call it promiscuous days, I hit my low point. I had been stuck in this rats nest of a town for way too long. Normally I stay just long enough to make some moolah, a couple of meals and leave again before anyone even had the chance to know my name. But I wasn’t going anywhere this time. There was a drought and every person dumb enough to travel too far out of town would turn up dead.

One night I was sitting at the bar; not looking for work. I was just pissing away my time on alcohol, hoping it’d knock me out since this sultry heat was nearly impossible to sleep through without some help. And the bartender Rita was more than happy to. The older wolvark woman was the only good thing about this dump. She was always looking out for me and quickly became like family. No matter how busy she was, she always knew what I was up to somehow…

As I chucked over a fifth of oddka down, I start coughing. This stuff was burning away my esophagus, and the lungbuster smoke hanging in the air didn’t exactly help either. This place was depressing. A slig with busted up pants sitting next to me kept yapping on about giving some gluk the best years of his life, but the guy he was speaking to clearly clocked out five drinks ago. The stench of smoke, spilled drink and sweat filling the place. Staring at my glass I found it hard to even keep my eyes from crossing, so I thought it’d be a good time to head back to my room; alone for once. I began lifting myself off my stool but someone pushed me back into my seat and slapped some bills on the counter. “Two more…” Not in the mood, I rubbed my face and took a deep breath. “No… I’m good, thanks.” A deep chuckle followed in return. “You’re not leaving already, are you? I thought you were made of sturdier stuff, Tatters.” Tatters… Of all the names people could bestow on me, it had to be Tatters. I had no idea who this burly looking outlaw was, but as the only mudokon prostitute in this hole more than my name was passed around a lot. “Dude, I’m taking the night off. I’m still recuperating from yesterday.” Arching forward to relieve some of the dizziness, I suddenly felt a warm rugged hand stroking my bare back. Annoyed I push his arm away from me. “I said not tonight..” But he wasn’t taking the hint and with a repulsing grin he tried to reach under my loincloth. Pissed off I jank his hand away and shove him back with my claw. “Get it through your thick skull, I’m not doing it! Now back off before I ram some metal down your throat!” I didn’t even want to give him the time to respond so I got up and walked out. Once outside I tried to focus on where I was supposed to go, but my feet clearly had other plans and didn’t want to move anymore. I take a quick breather and slowly stumbled back to the motel I rented a small room at. Only I didn’t realize I was being followed…

Walking through the door I pushed it shut behind me. When I didn’t close, I turned around but suddenly got grabbed. Before I could even make any noise a big hand covered my mouth. It was too dark to initially see who it was, but his voice made it more than clear… “Not so feisty now, are ya?” It was him; the man from the bar. Panicking, I tried to escape but being intoxicated and held by someone twice my size and weight made getting away impossible. He violently pushed me against the wall and took the 45k revolver out of its holster. Afraid for my life I shut my eyes and turned my face away, but that hand covering my mouth immediately jerked it back; forcing me to look at him. I froze from shock. His ugly boil-ridden face just inches away from mine with the gun aimed right at me. The fear sobered me up rapidly, but I still couldn’t think straight. He pushed the barrel of the pistol into my lower jaw and slowly took his hand off my mouth. “Don’t even think of hollerin’ if you wanna keep your head…” He said through grinning lips. When it became clear I was gonna do what he said, he lowered his gun, grabbed me by the throat and shoved me on the bed…I- I don’t want to say what happened… You can probably guess what he did to me, so why bother with the details?

After he finally got what he wanted from me, I just lied there, limp, lifeless. Struggling didn’t do me any good and he already had his way… So I chose to do nothing besides patiently waiting for him to leave. My chest heaving and soaked from sweat I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I would only make his night better if I showed he had hurt me, so I stared away at the wall. “I expected more of a fight..” That bastard sounded disappointed. Good. It wasn’t much, but I took it as a small victory knowing that I didn’t play into his hand.“Shame… But it’ll make this part easier.” He could have said anything, or be more blatant with what he meant, I wasn’t listening and wasn’t going to give him the dignity of a response. “Remember what you said in the bar? Something about shoving metal down my throat? Hehe.. Well, isn’t that an idea?” Before I knew it, he jumped on top of me, pushing my arms down with his fat legs. I thought it was over, or at the very least hoped it would… But he wasn’t done with me yet.I didn’t even have the time to react and used my surprised gasp to stick the barrel of his gun in my mouth. I’ll never forget the sick, disgusting laugh of finally getting me to look at him in terror. He even seemed to get joy out of the soft squeal I made when he cocked it… I pressed my eyes shut and grabbed the sheets underneath me. I thought this would be the end… And I could do nothing but wait for it…BAM!!…I heard a shot, but nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes; finding myself covered in blood… I slowly looked up. Seeing his head was nearly blown off. Instantly traumatized I screamed and pushed his gun-wielding hand away from my face. Kicking my legs I managed to get out from under his massive body as it fell on the floor. The light on the other side of the room instantly drew my attention. Rita stood there, breathing heavily and holding a shotgun in her hands. She let the weapon fall to the ground and ran over to me. As soon as she was within reach I lunged at her and bawled in her embrace. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner…”I had dealt with attacks of this nature before. Clients who went too far, or didn’t feel I deserved respect because of my occupation… But nothing as vicious and brutal like this. Bruised from beatings and bleeding in some places, I didn’t want to let go. “Don’t leave…” I tried to say, but it came out as garbled nonsense through my tears. “Shhh, it’s okay. I ain’t goin’ anywhere…”It took some time but eventually, I recovered as well as I ever would be. Rita had taken me into her house and made sure I was taken care of. It must have been hard on her, but this was the closest to having a mother I ever had. Despite the violence committed that night, she never got into trouble. I never told anyone what happened that night and even when the sheriff questioned me, I kept my mouth shut.

The only regret I have is not having been able to shoot him myself…

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“Why Did It Have To Be Snakes?” (An “Indiana Jones” Fan Fiction) (NSFW)

The following story is my submission for the last Content Warning: Erotic Fanfiction Death Match show held on November 11 in Vancouver, British Columbia. You know Mockingbird Media Entertainment hosted and produced this event. You love them for it. The theme for this show was “Totally 80′s!” And what could be more 80′s than the daring, rippling, adventurous pictures of masculinity than action heroes like Indiana Jones? Enjoy!

There are few brave souls in this world that dare venture into the remote and treacherous ruins of the Temple Cuntaria. Even more elusive are the courageous adventurers that make it out of the decrepit shrine of deviancy alive. That is if they even emerge at all.

However, not everyone can be Professor Henry “Indiana” Jones.

The adventurous archeologist had already traversed the traps that would typically tear apart a weaker man, dodged the darts designed to pierce through the toughest exteriors and sneaked past the squirming, slimy...reptiles to reach the temple’s inner sanctum.

Lo and behold, there it stood on a pedestal in the centre of the chamber: the Clitoria Crystal. Amongst the unkempt moss and cobwebs, the Clitoria Crystal illuminated the shadowy, musty den like a beam of otherworldly light. As breathtaking as it was, Indy reminded himself to keep focused on the task at hand. Who knows what extraordinary effects this treasure was capable of? He’d already seen his share of melted faces, mutilated bodies and robust men reduced to ashes.

Carefully tip toeing through the thick sprawling vines and scattered rubble, Indy approached the pedestal and reached out towards the Clitoria Crystal. The crystal was warm and slick to the touch. As he gingerly ran his finger along the curved slopes of the crystal, a disembodied feminine moan echoed throughout the chamber.

Indy paused.  

“What on earth?” he mumbled under his breath. Having been on so many perilous expeditions, he was hardly phased by strange voices coming out of nowhere.

He continued to rub the Clitoria Crystal upwards as the moaning became louder and heavier. Finally, Indy reached the round, pronounced sphere in the centre of the crystal. Suddenly, an idea sprung to his mind. Feeling experimental, Indy caressed the sphere much to the delight and ecstasy of…whatever spirit was embodying the Temple Cuntaria. As a mysterious fluid slowly oozed from the walls and into the ground, the Clitoria Crystal got hotter, brighter and curiously slippery underneath Indy’s fingertips while the seductive sighs and wanton whimpers were reaching a fever pitch, causing the chamber to rattle and shake.

A screech of orgasmic euphoria pierced Indy’s ears and a quick blast of light permeated through the murky chamber.

Once the ringing in his ears faded and his eyes adjusted to the abrupt brightness, Indy squinted around the space. To his surprise, he was no longer alone in the Temple Cuntaria.

Four other men appeared, each of them stumbling around the chamber in a state of disorientation and confusion. One man with feathered flowing chestnut waves wore a black eyepatch, a clingy black tank top and a cigarette dangling from his grizzled lip. Another musclebound man with long greasy black hair, clad in scant military fatigues and a red bandana, scratched his head; befuddled to say the least. Even more befuddled was a bloodied and bruised man in a white wife beater, close cropped hair cut and bare feet. Finally, a masculine Adonis with billowing blonde tresses, and nothing more than a fur loincloth and limited armour staggered towards the puzzled men.

“Hey…” the golden boy spoke. Perhaps not loud enough for the others to hear.

“I SAID “HEY!”” he bellowed, “What’s going on?!?!”

“I don’t get it. I’m crawling through the vents of Nakatomi Plaza and now I’m in some temple in a godforsaken jungle? What did I crawl through? A wormhole?” mused the barefoot man.

“Yo, everyone just calm down!” the shirtless military man shouted. “I’m no stranger to jungles.”

“Are you sure, Red? I don’t think you’re prepared for the sort of shit I’ve seen,” growled the eyepatch man.

“SILENCE!!!” the celestial female voice roared, immediately shutting the bickering men up.

“She spoke!” Indy gasped.

“Wait, what?! Who the hell was that?!” snapped the barefoot man, loading his pistol.

“Indiana Jones. Snake Plissken. John Rambo. John McClane. He-Man. It’s been centuries since I’ve had so many valiant, virile men inside my barren walls, let alone one who has made it this far inside me. Indiana Jones, you have proven to not only be swift and daring but you’ve been able to touch me in ways no one else has. Whether it’s the lash of your whip or the way you caress the Clitoria Crystal, your hands are unparalleled.”

Indy coyly shrugged, undeniably proud of his prowess.

“I can see you have all dealt with gruelling obstacles filled with bloodshed and hardship. I have summoned you all for a reason. I can return all of you to your own timelines and personal journeys but…only if you can fulfill my task.”

“What can we do for you, merciful goddess?” pleaded He-Man.

“It’s simple: I want all of you to…explore each other. Caress, tease, writhe, grind. Swim the sensual seas of sin…together.”

The men looked stunned, perhaps even intrigued. At least the notion was for Snake.

“Well, boys. If we wanna get back to our cozy little hellholes, we better do what the lady says,” grinned Snake, tossing out his cigarette butt as he made a bee-line for Indy.

“Ugh, why did it have to be—“ Indy was silenced by a smouldering, steamy kiss from Snake. He knew his escapades have led him into unusual circumstances but he never would have dreamed of his livelihood depending on locking lips with another man or that the sensation of stubble and wet lips against his would feel so…intoxicating.

Indy pulled Snake in for a deeper kiss as he ran his hands through those wild waves of hair. Tossing Indy’s fedora aside, Snake slid the dusty leather jacket off the amorous archeologist and ran his hands down Indy’s heaving chest. As Indy moaned with every kiss Snake placed upon his neck, Rambo turned over to He-Man and dove in for a kiss. Who knows if it was motivated by the desire to return to his own timeline or that he just found the pumped up prince of Eternia too irresistible.

The sight of two pairs of men, one pair of rippling physiques writhing together and the other pair tearing away at each others’ clothes, was quite the titillating sight for McClane. Once his pants grew unbearably tight, the police detective tore off his trousers and started to vigorously stroke his own personal pistol.

Interrupted by McClane’s guttural grunts and moans, Rambo noticed someone was left out of the frisky fun. Looking to He-Man, they crawled towards McClane and Rambo positioned himself in front of the bulging baton. He took the throbbing uncut cock into his mouth and ran his tongue along each hot, salty vein. Before his tongue could reach the foreskin, Rambo let out a horny howl.

He-Man had wedged himself between Rambo’s tight, muscular legs and was sucking his woolly plump balls like they were the sweetest, deepest Gobstoppers known to man.

Already flushed and possessed by lust, Snake and Indy noticed the carnal conga line that was taking place. At least it would give Indy an excuse not to stare too long at the cobra tattoo gracing the ex-soldier’s taut stomach.

With He-Man still flat on his back, he was completely exposed to Snake’s prowling, slithering tongue. Tracing his tongue around He-Man’s protruding nipples and the broad pecs surrounding them, Snake worked his way down all six of He-Man’s flexing abdominals until he finally reached his loincloth. He pulled away the furry fabric to reveal the prince’s swollen sword.

As Snake bobbed his head up and down and swirled his tongue around the stiff staff, Indy saw his opening for his spot in this passionate parade of perversity. He removed Snake’s holster and unbuttoned the current criminal’s camouflage pants, pulling them down and revealing his perfectly toned rear. Indy splashed some of the fluid surrounding the menage a quatre onto Snake’s most sensitive star.

“What’s another snake gonna do for you, huh?” Indy chuckled, low and seductive as he massaged his hands on Snake’s hips and eased his fleshy whip into Snake’s quivering posterior portal.

Overshadowing Indy’s and Snake’s moans upon entering the derrière danger zone was the deviant deity’s sighs of ravenous rapture.

“Mmmm…yesssss…” she purred. “Keep…keep g-going. Fuck your way into the cosmos…”

It was no longer five wary and suspicious heroes inside that chamber but rather a tantalizing tangle of grinding beautifully sculpted bodies. Biceps rippling, asses clenching, sweat sliding down spines. Huffing, writhing, growling. Hedonism in all its scrumptious splendour.

With every thrust, every lick, every caress, the goddess residing inside the Temple Cuntaria wailed, revelling in the orgy taking place inside her domain.

“MMMMMFFFF…UNNNNGGGHHH…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

All of a sudden, a sixth figure entered the scintillating scene. McClane, in his sexual stupor, spotted the man. His flowing blonde mullet reached his strapping shoulders, decked in blue and green flannel. Most distinctive of all was the black sunglasses adorning his eyes.

“W-who the hell are you?” puffed McClane.

“I came here to lick ass and chew bubblegum,” the man in the shades paused before grinning.

“And I’m all out of bubblegum.”

The End?(!?)