#avatar 2009 x male reader

[bumblesimagines]

For Science

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Jake Sully may not be the brightest of the bunch but he's the most enthusiastic and always eager to help.. in the name of science, of course.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Avatar warnings, idiots being idiots, sexual content, jake being jake

divider by the-voice-beckons-below

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Pandora was a world straight from any scientist's dreams, and (Y/N) felt right at home studying the diverse planet. He loved everything about it: the flora that effortlessly dwarfed anything human, the wild and untamed fauna that often had more than four limbs and came in an array of colors, the culture of the locals and how intuned they were with the place they called home. 

Everything about Pandora made him breathless and giddy with excitement, even if his studies were limited to the outskirts of the Omatikaya clan territory and any information Jake Sully managed to retain. (Y/N) made do with it. Once they warmed up to Jake, they'd warm up to the rest of the team, (Y/N) was certain of it.

He eyed the invisible border he was forbidden from crossing (primarily to avoid getting impaled by arrows and angry Na'vi) and made a mental note of it before he dropped down into a crouch and squeezed his eyes shut at the lightheadedness that overcame him.

It had been months since he was given his avatar, months of adjusting and working with Grace to get the hang of things, but he wasn't used to being nine feet tall, having a tail with a mind of its own, or having heightened senses. Their newest addition to the team had adjusted to everything almost instantly, and he almost envied him despite the circumstances that brought Jake on board the program.

Once the lightheadedness faded, he dug through his satchel and retrieved his tablet, his abnormally long blue fingers tapping on the translucent screen before he held it over a puffer plant to scan it. His ears twitched on their own whenever he picked up sounds, mostly the soft rustling from his swaying tail or the distant call of an animal. He tried his best to ignore how his body reacted to everything around him and focused on the information appearing on the screen of the fungus.

Gently, he set the tablet atop the satchel and moved closer to study the pink fuzz covering the plant, a soft hum leaving him. Just as he reached for the tablet to jot down some things, a body slammed into him. Long limbs wrapped around him, and the body twisted around to absorb the impact of hitting the forest floor. Familiar cackling filled his ears, and he scowled, squirming in the soldier's hold.

"Jake!"

Jake flashed his canines at him in an amused grin, his big round eyes crinkling with mischievous delight. "You didn't hear me this time, (Y/N)! That means I'm getting better at this Na'vi stuff, huh?" He seemed positively pleased with himself despite the dirt now caking his shoulder. 

"Yeah, yeah," (Y/N) stumbled onto his long legs and huffed, his tail lashing wildly behind him and lightly smacking against the brush. His fingers rubbed at the dirt along his legs until it faded. "That's great, Jake, but I'm working. You know, being productive and helpful. I know those words aren't part of your vocabulary these days." 

Jake scoffed playfully and stood up, slightly stumbling and carelessly brushing the dirt off his blue skin. (Y/N)'s eyes briefly flickered down to the only piece of cloth on Jake's body but they darted right back up before he could be caught staring. It was part of Na'vi culture, he reminded himself, not meant to be erotic in the slightest. 

"I think I'm being pretty damn helpful, actually. I don't see you or Norm cozying up to the Omatikaya to become a warrior, do I? You guys are out here lookin' at plants while I'm learning how to hunt and climb these big ass trees." Jake laughed again, his footing clumsy as he motioned to the trees around them. His laugh was warm and gleeful, a hard contrast to the grim yet curious man he met weeks prior.

"Plants are interesting." (Y/N) muttered defensively under his breath, his ears pinning back briefly and lips jutting out into a pout. Jake grinned at him again, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat. "And I doubt Neytiri has you out here ambushing scientists for fun. If you're slacking off, she will find out."

Jake waved him off. "Why do you always assume the worst of me? I'm singing your praises to the Na'vi people and you repay my kindness by doubting me."

Jake reached down to lift the tablet and satchel from the ground, one hand offering over the satchel while the other brought the tablet closer to his face. (Y/N) dusted off the bottom of his satchel and slipped it over his shoulder, his gaze studying the muscles Jake developed over weeks of training like a Na'vi. He was leaner, quicker, more... animalistic, in a way. His transformation was fascinating. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." 

His face burned. "Shut up, Sully."

When he went to reach for the tablet again, Jake raised it just out of reach and grinned again like the bastard he was. (Y/N) groaned and moved closer, even going as far as rolling onto his toes in an attempt to snatch the tablet from his hand. His clothed chest brushed against Jake's bare one, but he hardly noticed until he stumbled into him and felt their noses brush.

Jake's arm instinctively curled around his waist to steady him and the closeness allowed (Y/N) to breathe in the woodsy scent clinging to Jake's skin and count the faintly glowing freckles scattered across his cheeks. He swallowed harshly and glanced upward, his ears perking when he realized Jake's arm had slightly bent at the elbow. With a swift jump, he grabbed the tablet and tugged it free from Jake's fingers. 

"Quit slacking off and go train, Jake." (Y/N) turned his back to the soldier and stuffed the tablet into his satchel, ignoring how his skin burned and tingled beneath his clothes. His rapidly swishing tail was starting to irritate him. "You've got a long way to go before you can go through iknimaya, and Grace will be disappointed if you get this body eaten or thrown off the side of a mountain."

"Neytiri has me memorizing the territory, alright? I've got plenty of time to 'slack off' and bother you." A chill shot up through his spine and he stiffened when Jake grabbed his wriggling tail, his fingers gingerly squeezing it. "Come on, we barely spend time together." 

"I'm-" (Y/N) jerked his tail free and curled it around his leg. "-working, Jake."

"Well, I'll teach you some stuff." 

(Y/N) tilted his head to look over his shoulder and arched a brow. "Yeah? Like what?" 

Slinking forward and swinging an arm around his shoulder, Jake forced him to walk side by side whilst he pointed out various flora and everything Neytiri told him about them. It took a few seconds before (Y/N) scrambled to take the tablet out and type everything Jake told him, his heart skipping a beat with every piece of information that flowed into his perked ears. 

"And over here are patches of tsawksyul that are used to create ornaments and necklaces. You guys call them sun lilies. They like growing here, by the river, because the sun hits them just right." Jake explained, motioning toward the patches of brightly colored flowers growing along the riverbank.

(Y/N) brightened at the sight of the flower and slipped the tablet into his satchel so he could crouch down by the flowers. "They're my favorite. They come in so many colors." He ran his fingertips over the vibrant cyan petals with dull magenta edges.

"Yeah." Jake kneeled beside him and bumped their shoulders together, his eyes crinkled with warmth. "How 'bout I ask Neytiri to help me make a necklace? It might help her get used to the idea of being around you." 

(Y/N) glanced at him, his lips quirking even wider. "That'd be nice of you, Jake." 

"I'm always nice." Jake leaned back until he was fully sat and brushed away dirt and leaves from his knees. (Y/N) could count on one hand the number of times Jake went out of his way to be 'nice'.

"That's a stretch." 

"Would an asshole spend his day teaching you about boring plants?" Jake raised his thin eyebrows and poked his side. (Y/N) snorted and swatted at his hand with a light shake of his head. "Would an asshole ask if you want to learn more about Na'vi bodies?" 

At his words, (Y/N) blinked and turned to look at him, his forehead creasing in confusion. Jake reached behind him to pull his braid over his shoulder, his fingers running over it until he reached the end and raised it so the hairs fell back to reveal the queue at the end. Pink, fleshy, and small tendrils rose, swaying as they searched for another queue to connect with.

His breath caught in his throat. "Jake, we can't." 

Jake blew a raspberry. "Why not? Don't you want to know how it works or feels?" He looked entranced by the thin wiggling tendrils. It was hard to look away from queues and their strangeness.

"Who doesn't? But it's- it's tsaheylu, Jake. It's a bond. The Na'vi do it with each other when they choose their mate. It's serious. You haven't even completed iknimaya; Neytiri will be upset if she finds out." 

"I'm not going to fall in love with a Na'vi, (Y/N). Grace would kill me." Jake raised his amber gaze to study him so intensely that it made his face flush. "It's in the name of science, alright? Besides, it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes at what seemed to be Jake's life motto despite the way his heart stuttered. He swallowed and set his satchel aside carefully, his eyes dropping down to his queue. "Just tsaheylu?" 

Jake smirked. "You want to go all the way?" 

"Jake." He groaned, the heat across his cheeks spreading down to his neck and chest. Neytiri must've had the patience of a saint or a good amount of self-restraint to have lasted this long without sticking a knife into Jake's neck. "That's not funny." 

"I'm not joking." 

A silence fell over them, one bubbling with underlying tension and unspoken words. (Y/N) tore his eyes away from Jake and poked the forest floor with his fingers in contemplation while Jake stared a hole into the side of his head. His hand danced over the moss coating the dirt, the vibrant green fuzz tickling his palm. His stomach fluttered and jumped as he considered it.

On one hand, sleeping with Jake wasn't forbidden, hell, most people on the compound had friends they slept with and it was strictly casual. On the other hand, tsaheylu was a serious bond amongst Na'vi; the human equivalent of marriage. But neither of them were actual Na'vi...

He prayed he wouldn't regret this later.

"Okay." He breathed out.

"Okay?"

"Yes, fine, let's- let's do it. For science, or whatever." (Y/N) desperately ignored the flames coursing through his body and focused on steadying his heart's pace. This was Jake Sully; the marine that reeked of being a playboy. There was no reason hooking up with him brought on such an annoying flurry of emotions. He whirled around to look at him and jabbed a threatening finger in his direction. "But don't you dare mention this in your video logs, alright?" 

Jake's face lit up and he nodded, his tail beginning to sway rapidly behind him. "Scout's honor." 

"You weren't a scout but I'll take your word for it." 

The two moved, kneeling in front of each other and resting back on their thighs as they took each other in. Jake leaned forward first, his lips ghosting over (Y/N)'s throat and trailing upward until he claimed his lips in a needy kiss. His canines lightly nipped at (Y/N)'s bottom lip until he tentatively parted them, though he'd been mindful to avoid drawing blood.

Almost overly eager, Jake pressed his lips harder against him, his body shivering when (Y/N) quietly gasped at his tongue darting past his lips to explore him further. Jake's palms pressed into (Y/N)'s shoulders until he toppled backward and found himself caged between the ground and Jake's body. Jake grabbed his jaw to keep his head still while the other hand worked on pushing (Y/N)'s shirt up his abdomen. 

"You know how long-" Jake spoke breathlessly when they parted to tug the shirt over (Y/N)'s head. "-I've been waiting for this?"

(Y/N) felt woozy. "What?"

Jake released a husky chuckle and nipped playfully at his cheek, his hands roaming over newly exposed skin. "I've been flirting with you since I got here, genius. For a scientist, you don't catch on quickly." He pressed a hard kiss to his jawline

"I study biology, not sociology." (Y/N)'s whiny tone only made Jake laugh.

The revelation had (Y/N)'s heart thrumming wildly against his ribcage but he had little time to think hard on it. Jake tugged impatiently on his khakis and briefs, nearly ripping the fabrics until (Y/N)'s trembling hands reached down to help him slide them down his thighs and toss them aside. Jake moved swiftly, his mouth leaving wet kisses along his collarbone and chest while his hands roamed over his thighs, squeezing and massaging the fat with heedy need. 

Jake leaned back onto his knees and grasped at the end of his braid again, his chest lightly heaving and pupils dilated. (Y/N) was fairly certain he looked the same, or worse. He mimicked Jake's action and took in a deep breath when the strands fell back to reveal his queue, uncertainty and anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach simultaneously. Jake shot him a reassuring smile and extended his queue towards his. The tendrils automatically reached for each other, curling together until each tendril was wrapped around another. 

The bond was almost instantaneous. Air rapidly escaped (Y/N)'s lungs as his brain was swept under a wave of new emotions, and new sensations. Arousal slammed into him like a truck, mixed and muddled with an overwhelming feeling of warmth and care. Jake's pupils expanded into saucers, the black almost swallowing up the color of his eyes and leaving a small ring of amber as his breathing picked up and he twitched beneath his loincloth. 

(Y/N)'s vision blurred briefly and he blinked rapidly, his breath coming out in short puffs while he attempted to regain his composure. His vision focused once more and he found himself staring up at Jake's face, entranced by the way the sunlight shining down on him made the lighter stripes along his body more prominent. Jake was beautiful. The solider smiled widely, affectionately, and leaned down to kiss him again. 

Every touch and grind and feeling was intensified tenfold by the bond. Everything Jake felt, he felt. Everything that caused Jake pleasure, caused him pleasure. It was overwhelming yet euphoric, over-stimulating yet grounding. An emotional, neurological bond; it was all making sense. They were one being now.

Jake practically ripped his loincloth off and pressed a sloppy, distracted kiss on the side of his throat, his teeth lightly dragging over a pulse point and making (Y/N)'s breath stutter. Jake's hips pressed against his and he grinded against him messily, pre dripping from their flushed lengths and leaving their abdomens wet and glistening. Incorerhnet words fell from (Y/N)'s lips, the bliss and pleasure running circles in his head making it hard to think or even breathe. 

Jake moved away to shift (Y/N) around until his ass was flush against his weeping cock. His fingers massaged the flesh of his ass tenderly but his hips jerked and moved as if they had a mind of their own, as if they were acting on pure instinct. (Y/N)'s hands planted themselves clumsily against the ground, fingers curling to grab handfuls of soft dirt to steady himself. Groans and pants were ripped from their chests with each sharp jerk of Jake's hips.

"You ready, baby?" The pet name went straight to his head and then promptly darted downward. Jake laughed again, sounding thoroughly out of breath. "You're ready."

(Y/N)'s breath hitched, his tail wrapping tightly around Jake's slim waist when Jake's tip prodded at his entrance, whines and whimpered pleas leaving him in breathy chants as Jake bullied his way past the tight ring of muscle and agonizingly slowly bottomed out. (Y/N) felt everything: the burn of being stretched combined with the warmth of his walls enveloping and squeezing Jake, the heavy need to rut his hips back but also forward, the overwhelming feeling of relief and glee and love.

His arms gave out on him and his legs threatened to follow suit but Jake wrapped a sturdy arm around his hips to keep him on wobbly knees. His cheek pressed against the ground, the dirt and moss rubbing and digging into his skin. He breathed clearly for a moment and felt tears build in the back of his eyes. Jake loved him. Someone loved him. Lips kissed the back of his shoulder as if to confirm his thoughts before Jake grabbed at his hips and drew back.

The whine that built in (Y/N)'s throat was shortlived. Jake snapped his hips forward, shoving himself back in with a hiss before he repeated the motion, each thrust quicker and harder than the last. The air was knocked out of (Y/N)'s lungs, the front of his boots digging helplessly into the ground but his body eventually gave out, left to the mercy of Jake's pistoning that made his body jerk and slightly drag along the forest floor.

Jake draped himself over him, his arm still holding him up, muttered and hissed praises filling (Y/N)'s twitching ear. Jake pressed his lips into his shoulder again but instead of kissing, he dug his teeth in, carefully enough to only leave an imprint behind. (Y/N) squirmed and cried in his hold, each attempt at stabilizing himself and grounding his mind futile. It was pure animalistic drive and love fueling both of their bodies, Na'vi blood mixing with the human genomes.

(Y/N) managed to catch Jake's lips in time to release a muffled cry, releasing and sputtering over the dirt and leaves. Jake's hips stuttered a moment later, overwhelmed by the feeling, and he buried himself as deeply as possible before releasing as well. (Y/N)'s mind went blank, devoid of coherent thoughts, and completely focused on Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.

Jake slumped over onto his side and pulled (Y/N) along with him, his face rubbing along (Y/N)'s back affectionately in a way that reminded him of felines. (Y/N)'s chest rose and fell with heavy, tired breaths, and he reluctantly lifted his head so he could use Jake's arm as a pillow. Jake pressed his palm over his abdomen and chuckled softly, teeth lightly nipping at (Y/N)'s ear and causing it to flick. 

"You.." (Y/N) sighed tiredly. "You could've just asked me on a date. We're technically married now."

"I like taking shortcuts." 

"You look like you had a long day," Norm commented through a mouthful of reheated oatmeal, his eyes darting away to watch with a shy look Trudy as she stepped by them. She smiled down at him teasingly, her hand resting over Norm's shoulder briefly before she continued down toward her bunk. "Did- Did you go further than normal?" Norm cleared his throat.

(Y/N) swirled his spoon around in his own small bowl of oatmeal. "Jake took me on a walk." He answered, craning his head to peer back at the link beds where Jake's remained shut and operating. His lips threatened to stretch into a grin so he stuffed his mouth with oatmeal and shuffled through his satchel until he found the tablet and offered it to Norm. "Neytiri taught him some things about the flora of the forest."

"No way." Norm swallowed everything in his cheeks and straightened up, wiping his hands on the napkins before clutching the tablet to his chest and reading through everything (Y/N) typed down. "Grace is going to love this, (Y/N). I'm going to tell her- God, this is good."

Norm scrapped the last of his oatmeal onto his spoon and stuck it into his mouth, the squealing of the metal chair scraping against the floor filling the room when he stood and hurried away to show Grace his findings. (Y/N) chuckled and took his bowl into his hand, twisting around in his chair and watching Jake's link bed until its whirring slowed down to signal he'd put his avatar to sleep. He stood and walked over, carefully adjusting his wheelchair so it'd be easier for him to get on. 

The top of the bed lifted and Jake's human face greeted him, his blue eyes blinking up at him until they adjusted to the light. Jake's lips stretched out into a teasing grin. "You can't get enough of me, huh?" He snickered despite the light pink dusting the tip of his ears.

"I should throw your wheelchair into the river." (Y/N) huffed and stepped back, watching Jake maneuver himself off the bed and onto his wheelchair with practiced ease.

He adjusted his legs and tugged at the end of his sweatpants before leaning back and smiling up at him cheekily. "C'mon, admit it, you like me. I felt it." (Y/N) rolled his eyes. 

"And you love me." It was (Y/N)'s turn to grin when Jake looked away from him, soft pink blossoming along his face. "You owe me a date, Sully. I expect something good after all this talk."

[miange1]

hiii :)

i wanna request something with lo'ak? i saw something where he likes to call the reader "mama?" i kinda want something like that but with male reader please? smut as well😓

sorry if it's weird💔💔

LO'AK SULLY

male reader, human reader, reader lwk autistic and is into the ocean, feminization, submissive top lo'ak, it's cute for like two seconds before they start fuckin, praise kinks, sweet talk(mustve been the wind), i wanna jerk off but, i miss my friend

note: skibidi

"mornin' mama." your head turned over for a moment, a small smile to your face before you turned back and continued your task.

"told you to stop calling me that lo'." your fingers messed around with the trinket, twisting and turning it. it was a sort of camera to help monitor the plants lifestyle, grace claimed she absolutely needed it or else she'd strangle someone.

"mh," he shrugged, kneeling behind you and his eyes curiously watching you work. how he called you that nickname was an honest accident. you had been talking his ear off— voice moving at a thousand miles per hour explaining things you found in the ocean and how much more cooler and interesting it is rather than the one back on earth.

he was completely love struck, eyes hooded and tail softly and slowly wishing around. "you're so pretty mama.." and he had instantly snapped out of it when you stopped talking, face hot and your expression filled with embarrassment.

ever since then it kind of flowed out.

"watcha makin'?" his head tilted and you looked back up at him. "you want something." you knew he did, you could just tell.

a wince went through his teeth, eyes averting you a moment.

his bigger hands lightly moved yours from the trinket, leaning down so his head could rest into your stomach. a small 'umf' noise came from you as he put himself onto you.

his lips kissed subtly above the fabric of your shirt, tips of his fingers grazing underneath it. "i just..missed you.." indicating he wanted to fuck you.

"missed me?" he nodded, inching your shirt up just a bit more. he wasn't slick, he knew that but he just needed you so badly he was going to lose his mind.

"so much mama," he gave you that look, that look that made your dick shoot up and he'd do it on purpose to get what he wanted.

despite you telling him that you weren't too keen on the nickname, every time you wanted to tease him, or make him feel like he was melting, you used the nickname.

lo'aks tail swished around behind him, hands in the same spot as before except you were completely nude. your cock tip leaking uselessly onto your stomach whilst lo'ak would inch the tip in before trying to go inside more and more.

you could already feel him in your stomach and he was barely half way in. you took in all of his sounds, the squelches and his little squeaks of when he thrusted inside just right.

he would just whine and whine— 'mama' over again, sometimes shortening it to 'ma' and try to dig himself inside deeper

"oh lo'ak..god, just like that..just how mama likes it, hm? so good.." your eyes closed in pleasure, fingers tangled in his hair and tugging on it just to hear a strained moan from time to time.

his eyes focused back up on you, filled with complete patheticness and submission. his hips stuttered a slight bit, breathes becoming more broken up and separated.

"ah, stop." and he did, almost instantly the moment you had said it. "wha— what, why?" he was afraid he had done something wrong, it was almost adorable.

"no reason," you kissed his nose, making his heart flutter and a deeper shade of blue come onto his cheeks. "mama.." he mumbled, realizing you had done that on purpose.

"shh.. keep going im sorry."

[furiouspersonakitten]

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[skeletondeerart]

Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 1

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1722

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

Another night approaches as multiple moons emerge from the waves. I adjust my mask, ensuring it's sealed to my cheeks, as I shuffle off my light shawl, leaving just my wetsuit and waterproof tablet. The morning winds nip at my exposed skin, and I make haste into the reef, gracefully submerging myself and diving down to the reef bed to escape the chill of the evening.

I was one of the last marine biologists left on Pandora after the fall of the Omatikaya's Hometree, yet by the grace of Eywa I was taken into her embrace and was allowed to live amongst the flora and fauna. I now reside on the coastline a couple hours from the Metkayina settlements; respecting the ocean-dwelling Navi immensely, I made sure to leave them alone and stay in my small corner of the ocean; content with just researching and documenting the underwater flora and fauna. Though I may seem isolated here on my lonesome I do make frequent calls to Norm and Max to update their data files, ordering human supplies or just for a chat yet sometimes I yearn for someone else to share my experiences with...

Weaving through bioluminescent kelp, flippers boost me through the currents I glide to a halt and unsheathe my switchblade to harvest some vegetation and check on the coral's health. Happy with the healthy flora and the harvest I document photos for my log and bask in the temperate waters. I smile at the stillness from the ocean bed, turning onto my back and gazing up through the water's surface, mesmerised by the reflection of light shimmering across the lapping waves from below.

Eventually, my lungs begin to burn yearning for oxygen, and I move to breach the surface, breaking the water tension my mask immediately intakes the Pandoran air and swiftly converts it to plain oxygen. As I catch my breath, I watch Ilu ride the waves and birds dive into the ocean to nab up small fish for their dinner. My stomach rumbles at the through and my mind drifts back to the edible vegetation in my pouch, I paddle back to shore and squeeze the water from my hair before I begin stoking a fire to roast my own dinner.

Time gets away from me as I continue to do tasks onshore like chopping wood and transferring files into the databank. My thoughts are disturbed by a shrill ring, Norm's contact blaring from my tablet. I quickly accept it as Norm appears on the screen; giving a curt wave before he started speaking.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you? Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I have a favour to ask." He rambles, arms gesturing awkwardly.

"Uh, nah I'm not doing much; how can I help ya Norm?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue weaving a new blanket, preparing for the cooler weather.

"Mo'at needs some specific medicinal herbs, but they can only be found in the deeper parts of the reef bed. Considering you're now quite an adept diver I thought to ask you first before connecting with the Metkayina traders."

"Oh yeah no problem, I'll duck out in a moment and get that heading your way no problem" I smile as I stand to pull my wetsuit back on from its drying rack.

Norm rubs his nape and bows his head in gratitude "I can't thank you enough (Y/n) just text me when you're done so I can send someone out there to collect the goods"

"Easy, I'll get back to you soon, but if you don't hear back by tomorrow afternoon assume I drowned" I laugh in jest.

I watch as Norm scrunches his face in horror "Don't make me come over there for a welfare check buddy, because I will! I swear it." Norm sighs exasperated by my words wagging his finger to the camera.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Normie; have some faith in me will ya." I giggle as I slip the thick fabric up my torso, Navi stripes adorn the fabric, mimicking the Metkayina's camouflage.

"How many times have I asked you to quit it with the 'Normie'…" Norm scolds but it holds no venom at all. "Look, you better update me straight away ok! I got to go; Max needs some help in the lab, see ya (Y/n)." He waves and disconnects as I wave goodbye myself.

I release a sigh as I take a final note of all the things I need and make sure my mask is free from damage as I set out. I walk out of the airlock to the edge of the mangroves and leap into the deeper portion, my vision is hindered by a myriad of bubbles for a moment before settling down, I begin the descent into the sandbank, I had no need for a flashlight due to the high concentration of bioluminescence, I glide through the waters and corals with ease and gradually letting some oxygen in through my air tank, I only used it for longer expeditions as I like to train my lung capacity.

I swim further from my base, lowering my altitude as I dive into a stunning deep cave. I spotted the herbs; it looked like sea moss; excellent in curing skin ailments when ground into a salve. I push faster through the currents and into the jagged coral formation that the moss grew on, not seeing the signature Metkayina markers for a protected area... I peeled it from its roots and placed it into a leather pouch, deeming it enough I turned to make my way back out, but I was stunned into silence as a massive shadow passed by the gaps in the coral.

It was an Akula…a massive shark-like beast who not even the Navi deem as a friend. My lungs constricted as I limited agitating the water around me. I waited with bated breath as the Akula swam circles around the exit, I peered timidly out as I no longer detect its presence. So, I make the decision to slowly rise to the entrance of the cave. I make the dash, but the Akula notices the disruption and flings itself in my direction, a terrified gargle escapes my throat as I weave hastily through the outcrops narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

In my adrenaline-fueled state, I didn't notice another join the fray. Until a muffled roar is heard from the Akula as it flees back deeper into the cave system. I burrow myself into the coral hiding from my painful death as I go to release more oxygen into my mask, my hands fumble with a pierced tube and my eyes widen in realisation.

My oxygen supply is drained and I'm so far from the surface.

My panic only spikes further as piercing blue eyes peer down at me cuddled up in the coral like a child.

It was a Metkayina patroller, he was mounted on an Ilu as he scowled in my direction, his rapid signing not going unnoticed.

I gingerly raise my hand and sign 'I mean no harm. I'm with the Omaticaya, gathering medicinal herbs for our injured, but can you help me to the surface I need to breathe…'

He shook his head frustrated but for a moment I could see the disbelief in his eyes at my fluency. 'You do not belong here tawtute, let alone in a protected area, go back to the forest.' But his eyes soften when he sees me start to go blue, my eyes pleading as I point to the surface. He sighs exasperated as he snatches my arm and hauls me into his chest atop his Ilu, jetting to the surface. My vision gets splotchy as we break the water, my mask luckily taking in the air again with no issue.

As I fill my strained lungs again, I'm abruptly shoved off the Ilu and dunk under momentarily pouting as I surface and gazing up at the Navi with a smug look on his face. He points his finger at me.

"Do not touch tawtute, it is a protected site and you're too close to the village" he states, shaking his head. "Go" He states his finned arm pointing back to shore.

"Sorry I didn't see the marker, I'll stay away, promise." I put up my pinky finger momentarily before realising he wouldn't know what it meant. He leans back, a hairless brow raising in suspicion.

"Silly tawtute…" He mutters under his breath before urging again "I'll accompany you home just to make sure that Akula leaves you be. I don't want your pitiful death on my conscience." He states "But you're swimming yourself…"

I laugh "Fine by me" I say before setting back on course. I paddle on the water's surface beside the Metkayina on his Ilu, swimming in silence for most of the way. I'm broken out of my thoughts as his words pierce the silence.

"What are those on your feet…" He questioned, with an ounce of curiosity evident in his tone. I gaze back for a moment checking for any foreign matter.

"Flippers. Helps me swim faster and easier, kind of how your feet and tail help you through the water." I say casually, lifting one from the water to flaunt it with a smile, his face scrunching up as water flicks him in the face.

"I see…" His words were cut short as my home was spotted over the water. Nestled into the mangroves and covered in my hand-woven cloths and netting.

"Well, here's my stop" I sigh as I pull myself up into the mangroves and onto the net platforming.

A curious hum leaves his throat as he gazes at my abode. "Looks somewhat like our villages… yet so tawtute." He mumbles scratching at his nape.

Honestly, over the past hour, I have grown fondness for this Navi. I can't help but blurt out "(Y/n)." His eyes shoot to me confused. "My name… it's uh (Y/n)" I state my cheeks flushing.

"(Y/n)…" He takes a moment letting my name digest "Rukan…" he replies before abruptly diving on his Ilu and swimming off in the direction of the village.

"Rukan…. What a nice name" I smile before heading inside to preserve the moss and notifying Norm of a successful expedition.

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[yana-bananai]

Neteyam x male reader

The moonlight bathed the shoreline, casting long shadows over the smooth rocks as the waves gently lapped at the shore. The air was cool and the night, perfect—save for the ache that had settled deep in your chest every time you looked at Neteyam. There was something undeniable between you two, an electric current that neither of you could ignore. You’d spent the evening in silence after a long walk along the beach, side by side, neither daring to make the first move.

But now, as the silence stretched on, the air seemed to thicken, pulling you closer together with every passing second. Your heart raced, and you could feel the warmth of his presence next to you. Every inch between you felt like a vast ocean you were both hesitant to cross.

You turned to face him, eyes searching his face. Neteyam's golden eyes met yours, flickering to your lips before quickly darting back to your eyes. There was a tension in the air that neither of you could deny anymore.

“Neteyam,” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your body moved of its own accord, closing the distance between you, the space between you both too small now to ignore.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped forward slightly, his body leaning toward yours, as if caught between wanting to act and holding back. His breath came a little quicker now, and your lips were only inches apart, the closeness of the moment almost overwhelming. You could feel the pull of him, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heart beating in sync with yours.

The tip of your nose brushed against his, and you felt him take a shallow breath. Then, just as you were about to close the gap, your lips almost touching, a loud voice broke the moment.

“Neteyam! There you are!” Lo'ak’s voice called out, filled with his usual brashness.

You and Neteyam immediately broke apart, hearts pounding in your chests. The sudden intrusion was like a splash of cold water, and you both took a step back, your breathing shaky.

Lo'ak emerged from behind a cluster of rocks, a wide grin on his face as he glanced between you two. “What were you two doing over here?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not oblivious to the tension.

Neteyam looked at you, his face flushed, and then back at Lo'ak, his expression a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Lo'ak,” Neteyam groaned, his voice a little rough. “Couldn’t you have waited a little longer?”

Lo'ak simply shrugged, unbothered by his timing. “I figured you two could use a distraction. Looks like I was right.” He laughed, clearly enjoying the discomfort he’d caused.

You shifted awkwardly, trying to hide your embarrassment. The moment you had been so close to sharing felt like it had slipped right through your fingers. But as you looked back at Neteyam, you saw something in his eyes—a flicker of longing, frustration, but also something else.

[haunting-venus]

line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts. 

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

 You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can  

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you. 

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with 

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.” 

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.” 

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm 

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him. 

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

[byunpum]

Hi!! I'm not sure if your requests are open but if they are could you write some angst to fluff with neteyam x lo'ak x human reader? It can be about anything you want, maybe some love confession after an argument? Idk i just need more of those two😩 btw i LOVE your work!! I just spend like 2hs reading your whole masterlist. 🙌🏻🙌🏻😍

Pair: Neteyam x Human-mix reader x Lo'ak

Warning: none, jealousy, teasing, softness

Note: I wanted to use my reader, which is a mix of human and navi, so that it could breathe without any problem in pandora. If you want to know more about it "HERE". Also @rosaliedepp thanks for stopping by my blog, I love to know that you like my work. Even if I'm not updating much. <3

AVATAR MASTERLIST

"Are you sure Y/N is around here?" speaks neteyam, walking beside his younger brother. "Of course I am, kiri told me she was on this beach" says lo'ak, tapping his brother on the shoulder to calm him down. Lo'ak and neteyam have always been close, they have a very strong relationship. But they have always had different tastes, and this sometimes made their relationship not very good. But they did have one interest that they shared and that was you. Both of them continued walking along the coast, they had planned to take you for a walk along some lagoons they had found some days ago. In the distance they could see your figure, but were surprised when they saw another larger figure next to you.

As they got closer they saw that it was you and Rotxo. Rotxo was sitting on the sand and you were in front of him. The boy was tying a rope around your waist, both of you were laughing. Talking about the things of the day. Lo'ak and neteyam gave each other a look. What was going on? Since when were you and rotxo so close? They hurried over, already a little agitated. But they tried to control their discomfort. When they got completely close, neteyam held his younger brother's hand. He knew that lo'ak could be a bit impulsive. You look up to see your two boys. "Hello" you speak, your tone seemed happy. Rotxo waves as well, as he continues to work on the knot of the clothing you had created.

Rotxo had invited you to create some new sets of clothing. You had told him some time ago that you wanted to learn how to create clothes in the metkayina style. And Rotxo didn't hesitate to invite you, and you two had become very close lately. It wasn't romantic at all, you had become best friends. You shared a lot in common, interests, hobbies. You didn't think that you and Roxo could create a strong bond, but you did. Lately you were always with him, you wanted to learn everything about the Metkayina clan, and Rotxo was prepared to teach you. Many talked about your relationship with rotxo, and the comments had reached the ears of both boys. "hello?ahhh y/n what are you doing?" asks neteyam, approaching your side. You look up, and give neteyam a smile. Lo'ak approaches rotxo, looking at where the man's hands were placed.

"Roxto is helping me adjust this skirt…we made it together" you speak, you looked so happy. "Yes…you look very pretty" rotxo speaks. Lo'ak and neteyam give each other a few looks. "Y/n…weren't we going to the lagoon?" says lo'ak, feeling neteyam punch him in the arm. You looked so comfortable next to rotxo, smiling and joking with your friend. "Ahhh that's right, rotxo do you want to come?" you look at rotxo, but as you start to speak but lo'ak interrupts you. "It was just the three of us?" says lo'ak. There was an awkward silence, until you hear rotxo let out a small smile. "Y/n don't worry," rotxo says, stroking your hands. He could see your face suddenly change to one of sadness. "I have to go with ao'nung….I think I have to do something" rotxo gets up from the sand, cleaning himself a little. You walk over to him, and give him a hug. Letting your head lay on his stomach. "See you later!!!" you speak. Neteyam was getting cranky, since when did you have so much trust with rotxo.

You say goodbye to Rotxo as you watch the boy walk away. You feel someone put their hand on the crown of your hair. "Babe… are we leaving?" asks neteyam. "Yeah sure" you speak, taking his hand. "Come on come on…the lagoon has to be empty now" says lo'ak bending to give you a kiss on the cheek. You laugh a little, and push lo'ak away. They all run towards the ilus, traveling towards the beautiful lagoon. It was inside the jungle of one of the islands. It was a remote place, and not many people used to go there. So it was the perfect place to stay and spend some time together. You arrive at the shore, leaving your illus playing. Running to where the water was clearer and warmer. Some time passed, after swimming and playing until you felt very tired, you sat down on the shore. You were sitting between lo'ak's legs, leaning your back against his chest. As you watched neteyam approach your feet. And playfully bites your toes. "Hey…that hurts" you giggle, neteyam slides down your body. He unloads his body on top of yours, settling his head on your chest. You start playing with some braids, while enjoying the quiet.

"Y/n" says lo'ak. You continue to play with neteyam's hair, replying with a 'mmm?'.

"You and rotxo… have become very close" says lo'ak with a hint of sarcasm, you notice the difference in the tone of voice. Neteyam raises his head a little, he was also interested in your answer. "mmm yes, we are very good friends. I can say he is my best friend" you speak. You hear how lo'ak laughs, you look up to look at the boy from above. "What are you laughing about? He is my friend" you say a little angry. "So what are we to you?" asks neteyam. You remain silent, settling yourself more into lo'ak's chest, while now placing your hands on the sides of neteyam's face. "You are different…you are" just as you were about to speak, noises began to be heard coming from the undergrowth. You settled down, separating yourselves from each other, sitting down quickly. You watched as Kiri came out of the brush, you felt more relaxed. After all it was Kiri, she knew what was going on between the three of you.

"Mom is looking for you guys…it's getting late," says Kiri. You started to get up from the ground. "Kiri, who told you we were here?" asks Neteyam. "Rotxo…I thought y/n was with him, so I went and asked him where she was" speaks Kiri. Neteyam scoffs a little, and starts walking towards his ilu. You noticed that he was a bit annoyed, lo'ak on the other hand stays by your side. Placing his hand on your high back to guide you towards your ilu. "Come on…I don't want any trouble with dad" says lo'ak. As the foursome begin their journey home. …. …. The next morning, you wake up later than the others. You could hear the voices of the other family members as you wiped your eyes and shifted uncomfortably in your hammock. As soon as you moved your head you got a horrible headache. You began to complain, attracting the attention of neytiri, who was already approaching your hammock. You had left with the sully's when they moved out of the clan. It was a difficult thing for you, norm was your foster father and moving away from him was painful. But it was for the best, both you and the sully family were in danger. For your good fortune, you had grown up with the Sully family, you were practically a daughter to Neytiri. Your eyes were still closed, and you felt the woman touch your forehead. "Y/n does your head hurt a lot?" speaks Neytiri. "Yes," you wince. "Honey…come down from the hammock, sit down and eat something….I will try to find you some remedy for that headache" says neytiri holding your hand helping you down. She bends a little, and kisses the top of your head. You sit down next to neteyam. "Baby what's wrong with you?" says neteyam softly, watching as you slowly rest your head in his lap. He laughs a little, and begins to stroke your head. "My head…it hurts" you settle more into his lap.

"aww "neteyam scoffs a little, but settles more into where he was sitting to make you more comfortable. Lo'ak arrives at the marui, he was out for a morning walk. As he enters he sees you on neteyam's lap and approaches. "Y/n what's wrong? Are you all right?" speaks lo'ak. " She has a pain in her head" says neteyam. Lo'ak sits down in front of you, and comes over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Do you want something to eat?" asks the concerned boy, you had your eyes closed. "No…it's okay. I'm waiting for neytiri and kiri" you speak, you could hear that you were in a lot of pain. Kiri and Neytiri had gone out to get help from Ronal, if they were in the jungle they would know where to look for the ingredients for the remedy. But now they were in an unknown place, so they were going to ask for help. While neteyam comforted you, lo'ak took your hand to massage it. Jake entered the Marui, just as lo'ak himself had gone for a walk. But he was taken by surprise by the scene in front of him. His two sons, surrounding you and comforting you.

Hey…he was no fool, and he knew that this behavior was not sibling behavior. His sons used to be very close with their sisters, but with you…they were so in love with you. And this made Jake laugh. His two sons in love with the same girl. "Hey…what's going on with y/n?" says jake, coming over to where the three of you were. " She's got a bit of a headache…that's all" says neteyam. Jake reaches over and pokes the cheeks of your face a little. "A little? Can't you see she's dying in pain" says lo'ak, nudging his brother a little. Neteyam laughs, and ignores his brother. He knew that sometimes you could be a bit dramatic. Some time later, neytiri and kiri arrive with someone's company.

"Y/N!!!!" hums rotxo entering the marui, with the company of the two women. Lo'ak turns away in annoyance, and neteyam makes a grumpy face. "And what is rotxo doing here?" asks lo'ak. "We were on our way to see ronal and we ran into rotxo, luckily he can help us" says kiri, happy that rotxo knows about medicine. You open your eyes a little, and raise your arm a little to greet him. "Rotxo….I'm dying" you complain. The boy comes over to you, kneeling down to sit in front of you. Lo'ak slides down a little to make more room, and neteyam places one of his hands on your hip, to keep you closer to him. "You're not going to die…you'll be fine. Look, look, I have something to help you," says rotxo, as he pulls things out of a basket. One thing no one knew about rotxo is that the boy had been practicing with ronal and Tsireya on medicinal treatments.

Rotxo had prepared some kind of drink, which had literally relieved your headache in a matter of 5 minutes. Now you were sitting, talking with Rotxo. Neytiri had invited the boy to breakfast as a thank you. While neteyam and lo'ak were in the corner of marui, watching you laugh and play with your friend. "This is unbelievable…he comes along, gives her a nasty drink and now he's her savior" says lo'ak crossing his arms. "I know…" says neteyam, looking grudgingly at rotxo. After a while, rotxo says goodbye to you. You get up from the ground, and go to look for something you had near your hammock. "Lo'ak you haven't seen that paste that kiri had prepared for my skin" you ask lo'ak, who was lying in his hammock next to you. You see how he is still with his eyes closed, you approach him and tap him on the shoulder. "Lo'ak you're ignoring me" you complain, and see how his tail slaps you on your thigh. "Ahhh ok, forget it" you speak, backing away from him. Leaving in search of neteyam, surely he knew where the lotion was. You exit the marui, and take a look around. And in the distance you see neteyam with the tuk's company. You run to where they are. "Nete…. have you seen the skin cream that kiri prepared for me?" you ask, but you see how the boy is still looking for something in the sand.

Tuk looks at neteyam, and taps him on the shoulder. "Nete…y/n is talking to you" the girl, tries to get her brother to pay attention to you. "mmm tuk look at this shell..isn't it cute" says neteyam, looking at the girl. She makes a confused face, and gives you a look. You walk over, and kneel down next to neteyam. You push him a little, but he still ignores you. "Nete…don't ignore me!!!" you complain, but you still don't get his attention. This annoys you, and you get up abruptly. Tuk approaches you. "What's wrong with neteyam?" the girl asks you, you raise your shoulders. "Tuk see you later…I have to go see ROTXO" you shout, You can see how neteyam's tail tensed up when you said that name, you already knew this was one of the reasons why your boys were upset with you. After a rather long day of anxiety and worry, It was time for bed.

Everyone was lying in their hammocks. Neytiri and Jake were in a corner away from the other family members. While kiri and tuk had their hammocks placed in another corner. And the best corner of all was where you, lo'ak and neteyam stayed. Both men had not talked to you all afternoon and it was driving you crazy. They weren't like that with you, you had to set the facts straight.

Everyone was lying down, you look to your side and see neteyam settling into his hammock. Slowly and quietly you take one leg out of your hammock, to tap neteyam's thigh. "hey!!!" you whisper, not wanting anyone to get up. The boy continues to ignore you, so you tap him harder. "Please…talk to me. What's wrong with you? And why won't lo'ak talk to me too?" you whisper, but it's almost a whine. "you and rotxo…that's the problem" you turn quickly, seeing how lo'ak had gotten up from his hammock, and was walking to yours. Climbing up, to settle in next to you. The hammocks weren't big, so he literally hugged you completely. "What's wrong with rotxo he hasn't done anything" you complain, nudging lo'ak.

"Everything is him…everything" finally speaks neteyam raising his head, to now look at you. You were talking in a low voice. "But…wait" you speak, looking at neteyam and then at lo'ak who was lying next to you. "You guys are jealous!!!" you raise your voice a little, causing lo'ak to place his hand over your mouth. It literally covers your entire face. "Lo'ak…I can't breathe" you grab lo'ak's hand pushing him away. "Sorry" the boy laughs, pulling his hand away from your face. There was silence, until you start talking again. " Rotxo…he's my friend…just that." You speak feeling lo'ak hug you tighter. You turn your gaze to see neteyam looking up at the ceiling, he hadn't said anything. Neteyam could be harder to convince. "You….you are different "you speak. "Different?" says neteyam, now you watch as the boy makes eye contact with you.

You both stare at each other for a while, nete knew what you meant. "Promise me that you will spend more time with us" neteyam speaks, watching you raise your arm and make a sign of promise. "I promise" you speak. "Will you sleep with me?" you speak. And you feel lo'ak pinch you. "With us' says lo'ak, laughing as you try to control your laughter. Neteyam rises from his hammock, climbing into yours. Adjusting himself so that you are lying on his chest, while lo'ak hugs you from behind. "I love you guys so much" you whisper letting the sleep consume you. "We love you too" says lo'ak, while hugging you.

"Brother…mission accomplished" neteyam says softly, touching his brother's arm. "'Yessssss" lo'ak shouts under his breath. Both boys laugh. "If you don't shut up…. I'm going to pull you out of the Marui" says jake on the other side of the marui, the three of you open your eyes quickly. They all just listened to your whole coversation?

[kingofvipers]

Avatar(2009) Incorrect Quotes #4

Jake: How did none of you hear what I just said? Neytiri: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. M/n: I got distracted about halfway through. Tsu’tey: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

[hottakendragon]

HOTSINGLEDRAGON’S KINKTOBER

NEYTIRI X FEM READER

just a lil blurb abt neytiri :) prompt from @pandoraslxna for day 12 of kinktober!

warnings: smut, minors go away, fingering, neytiri brainrot

neytiri who treats you so well, so attentive and careful with you as she guides you into the furs. Neytiri props up next to you, tucks you against her chest with her arm supporting your back. She’s romantic without even trying like she will look at you so lovingly with those big pretty eyes.

She’s holding your delicate face so tenderly and guides you to lean back so she can capture your lips in a kiss. She very soft at first, taking you apart slowly with plush little pecks until they grow hungrier, her mouth opening wider so she can teasingly lick at the corner of your mouth. It makes you giggle, and she smiles back at you with all her teeth.

She’s touching your breasts and letting her hand slide through your slick folds, circling your clit and making you moan. She’d be so fucking good GOD a little bit teasing but working you to orgasm pretty quickly. And when her finger eases into you the stretch is so good and you can’t help but lift your hips so it works the rest of its way inside of you. Neytiri will marvel at your squirming body and your sweet sounds and your features that are so cute when you’re experiencing such pleasure. She’ll pull back to run two fingers through your folds and watch as your cunt stretches to accommodate their width. The size of her fingers feels like a well sized dick inside of you and so you’re fucjing losing it, fucking her hand and reaching down to rub your clit and neytiri starts to meet your rhythm and you cry out as you come on her fingers. She hisses with how tight you are and watches you with those big eyes of amber eep im losing my mind. Need her.

tagged: @pandoraslxna

[minnory]

Ai generated art

[bumblesimagines]

Common Interests

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Colonel Miles Quaritch never expected to be revived into the body of the very thing he went to war against but he adapted. Now, he can't fully understand if his new brain is making him imagine things.. like an attraction to one of the locals.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

CW/TW: Typical Avatar warnings, age gap (Quaritch's conscience is much older than (Y/N) but his body is much younger so), they match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public, Quaritch is probably a lil ooc, sexual content toward the end

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A heavy sense of deja vu washed over Miles as he took in the module, now worn down from time and taken over by the forest's flora. He died, and while he had no memory of the day, the reminder settled over his shoulders like a weight.

It was hard to look away from the battle sight, too overgrown with lush plant life to hold any signs of a fight apart from the module and the AMP suit containing his bones. It chilled him when he first laid eyes on the remains of his human body, on the arrows piercing through where his chest had been. 

Looking at it now filled him with anger and the delicious heat of revenge. Killing Jake Sully would be an eye for an eye, in his opinion. It wasn't his problem Jake had disposed of his human body.

"This.. 'friend' of yours," Miles cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from the AMP suit to eye the feral child, his feral child by all means. Spider glanced at him. "Any idea when, or if, he'll show up?" There's a bite to his words. Patience wasn't one of his virtues.

Spider only swallowed and turned his back to him, the blue stripes painted along his arms humorous if not pitying. He was beginning to believe this 'friend' was a ruse, some lie conjured up in hopes that the Sullys would take notice and fly to his rescue. The tension in the air amongst his squad members told him they thought similarly, and the last thing Miles wanted was getting further on General Ardmore's bad side. His stunt with the scientists had left a notable bad taste in her mouth.

His head tilted curiously when Spider took a deep inhale, half-expecting a scream for help to leave his short body, but instead, Spider made a call of sorts. It sounded odd, likely due to his vocal cords being unlike a Na'vi's but it echoed through the forest nonetheless. Everyone held their breaths, ears twitching and flicking wildly as they examined the gigantic branches stretched out all around them. Miles waited, his muscles tense. A distant call echoed back and the clanking of soldiers grabbing their guns followed.

Spider's hands shot up, his eyes flying wide open in panic. It almost tugged on Miles's heartstrings. "Don't shoot him! I told you- he isn't with the Omatikaya!"

"You never told us why," Wainfleet mentioned stiffly, his hold on his assault rifle unrelenting. "He could be a cannibal for all we know."

"He's not- What?" Spider made a face, his blonde eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. Wainfleet shrugged. "He's not a cannibal. He was exiled for- for-" Spider swallowed again, nervous this time and even a little sheepish. "For making an attempt on Jake's life." 

Now that had Miles's attention, and his body reacted accordingly. His ears perked and twitched forward with interest and a throaty chuckle vibrated in his throat. "Is that so?" One of his canines dug lightly into his lip, half-eager and half-amused. Of course, his kid would befriend someone banished for attempted murder. 

A feeling of being watched suddenly bore into his back and he whipped around, one hand grabbing his rifle but the sharp inhale from Spider made him hesitant to raise it. His eyes studied the surrounding treeline, more adept and better than his human eyes but the Na'vi of the forest were raised to stalk their prey without being seen. An excited chill jittered up his spine. 

A little too late for his liking, Miles caught sight of the figure before a blur of blue jumped down into the small clearing, landing on the ground with a soft thump no human ears would've picked up. The soldiers whirled around and bristled at the sight of the unfamiliar Na'vi as he slowly rose from his hunches, those almost cat-like eyes studying them intently.

"(Y/N)!" Spider shouted, the relief in his voice immense.

(Y/N)'s ear twitched at the sound of his voice and before anyone could blink, Spider ducked past Miles and straight for him. There were shouts, ones that Miles silenced with a raised hand, and the soldiers reluctantly grew still. Spider essentially threw himself at the Na'vi, though his small human weight barely even swayed him. (Y/N)'s tail coiled. 

"Vrrtep 'eveng." He murmured, his hand comically large when he placed it over Spider's shoulder. Miles felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest watching Spider press his mask as close as possible into (Y/N)'s abdomen, seeking comfort and reminding him of just how young he still was. (Y/N)'s fingers pressed into his shoulder blades and then promptly tugged Spider away, his face neutral.

It only then registered what he'd called Spider. Demon child.

Miles found himself unable to tear his eyes away from his kid. "He speak English?"

Spider's mouth opened to respond but Miles caught the irritated tail swish and found his question answered. "He can." (Y/N)'s voice was accented, similar to the accent of Sully's wife, but it somehow sounded more pleasing coming from him. Perhaps the history between Miles and the Sullys ran too bitter for him to see any beauty in the family. (Y/N)'s eyes dropped back to Spider. "You are with dreamwalkers. Why?"

Before Spider could answer, or potentially plead to be saved and ruin everything, Miles took a step forward and lifted his hands away from his weapons. "I have an understandin' you and Jake Sully, the man your people call 'Toruk Makto', are at odds." (Y/N) stared at him. Right, right, human phrases and sayings weren't at the top of the school's list of things to teach the Na'vi. "You don't like him."

(Y/N)'s lip curled upward into a smirk, and the fact he looked unbothered by all the weapons pointed at him made Miles like him already.

"JakeSully is a vrrtep, a demon amongst the People. A false idol." (Y/N)'s features hardened then, ears pinned back and everything. Spider suddenly looked uncomfortable. "He stole everything from my brother. Tsu'tey should have been Olo'eyktan. Neytiri was meant to be his mate. JakeSully took it all from him, and then killed him. Him being Toruk Makto means little to me. He is.. vermin."

"You're preachin' to the goddamn choir, kid." That little furrowed brow look appeared on his face again but Miles continued. He could feel his canines pressing into his lip from how wide he grinned. "Jake Sully is a vermin, but he's a vermin I mean to kill." 

(Y/N)'s tail raised and coiled slightly so Miles interpreted it as a sign of interest. He took a moment to study the Na'vi standing before him, the Na'vi his son seemed to prefer over him. Miles couldn't blame him; he'd be apprehensive after all the shit the scientists put him through too.

Like all other Na'vi, (Y/N) was tall and lithe and sported as little clothing as possible which Miles tried not to focus on too hard. There was a scar along his forearm a paler blue than his skin but it appeared to be in the process of fading. A wound from the war, Miles assumed. His eyes captivated him the most though. 

His eyes were pretty, but his stare was intense—not intense in the angry or aggravated way of the Sullys or even Spiders, but in a predatory way. He watched them like a lion would a herd of gazelles when contemplating whether to leave them alone or go on the prowl. His stare was confident and calm while simultaneously intimidating, filling Miles with a thrill.

"We need to become more like the Na'vi, like you, in order to locate and terminate Jake Sully." 

Spider glanced up at (Y/N), his hands twitching as if he wanted to toss his arms around him again. "He means becoming an ikran rider." 

(Y/N) blinked at that and for the first time, he looked utterly bewildered. "You are not ready."

"Kid," Miles lightly scoffed and exchanged glances with the rest of his squad. "We're soldiers- warriors, if you will. We're more than ready for anythin'." 

"We were born ready." Wainfleet asserted cockily, a light pleased chuckle rumbling in his throat, but (Y/N) remained unconvinced. 

He stepped forward toward Miles in a long stride, and the air, which had been lightening up, tensed again. Z-Dog shuffled forward, nearly pushing her rifle close to his face, but he merely hissed at her, all canines and briefly flattened ears. It was a simple warning, based on how swiftly his features relaxed afterward.

"Leave him." Miles barked and she begrudgingly backed off.

Being in an avatar body gave him the advantage of equal footing with the Na'vi, and his self-assurance showed when he allowed (Y/N) to draw closer. (Y/N) eyed him from head to toe, his stare scrutinizing. To Miles's surprise, (Y/N) took his hand in his and studied it, lightly pinching the finger his own hand lacked. His touch was equally surprising: gentle, mindful, almost cautious. He hummed softly and trailed his attention upward until it stopped on the ink covering his bicep, tracing the outline of the bird with his eyes.

"It's an eagle-" 

(Y/N) dropped his hand, uninterested. "It is ugly."

Miles stared at him in surprise and felt some heat lick up his neck when his ears caught the stifled snickers behind him from his squad. He shot them a withering glare and they quickly silenced themselves, even straightening up and adjusting their hold on their weapons. Fuckin' Morons.

(Y/N) circled him, his eyes raking all over his body and lingering on his rifle when he appeared at Miles's other side. His curiosity was understandable; Miles often wondered what other differences there were between the natives and avatars besides the obvious. His hand reached behind Miles and carefully took his braid into his hand, the feeling alone sending a jolt up his spine.

He'd received an obligatory lesson on his avatar body, its limits and functions, all that jazz. He was beginning to think that maybe he should've paid closer attention to the parts he deemed useless for the mission. He'd probably know why his body was reacting so strongly to a mere touch. 

"You have kurus, you may perform tsaheylu." (Y/N) dragged his palm along the braid, the sensation making the air catch in Miles's throat though it seemingly went unnoticed. It was an odd sensation, one he couldn't describe. It sent shivers dancing along his spine and made his lungs struggle to breathe. (Y/N) stopped at the bottom and raised it so the others could see the wriggling tendrils. "You will need tsaheylu to bond with an ikran." 

"What's it like? This, uh, tsahehu shit."

(Y/N) glared at Wainfleet and Miles tugged his braid free, air finally flowing into his lungs with ease. "Tsaheylu is a bond. You will feel the ikran.. you will feel each beat from its heart, every breath it takes, every emotion it feels, any pain it endures.. and it will feel you, too. Once tsaheylu is established, the ikran will be bonded with you until death." 

The information settled over the squad and Miles gave a thoughtful hum, his fingertips lightly scratching his chin and eyes dragging down to (Y/N)'s 'kuru'. His hand raised to grasp it, curious to see how it'd affect the Na'vi, but (Y/N) snatched his wrist and held it hard in his hand before it could inch any closer to his braid. Miles's jaw clenched with a flare of irritation. 

"Tsaheylu is only performed in adulthood when you choose the person you wish to be mated for life with. It is serious. It is the strongest bond you will ever have with another." (Y/N) squeezed his wrist and narrowed his eyes. "Kurus are not toys."

"You mind lettin' me go, kid?" His teeth bared until his wrist was released from his tight grip and his nostrils flared with a sharp inhale. "Let me make myself very clear here, (Y/N). You and I, we fought on opposite sides of the same damn war. We may have a common enemy but you and I sure as shit ain't friends. We need a Na'vi, a real Na'vi, and you are as real as it gets. I respect your loyalty to your brother and what you tried doin' in his honor but I am Colonel Quaritch. You will treat me with some goddamn respect, understood?"

(Y/N) leaned in despite the already close distance between their faces, their noses just a hair away from brushing. The intensity in his eyes heightened, not a speck of fear in them or a tremble in his body. Most would have had wobbly knees from his tone alone. Miles's eyes unwillingly lowered to the constellation of lightly glowing white freckles scattered across his face and found himself startled when he considered the beauty of his features. 

That wasn't right.

Na'vi were strange, alien creatures who he typically found unattractive in every aspect but their admirable courage. He supposed becoming an avatar and living in a body that largely resembled them flipped a switch in his head, made him unconsciously reconsider how he saw them.

(Y/N)'s flat nose, round eyes, pierced ears, striped markings, and sharp canines no longer looked unnatural. It made him uncomfortable to realize but he was too stubborn to lean back or look away from him. He was a Colonel, goddamnit.

"You are vrrtep, too, like JakeSully. Your existence-" (Y/N) cocked his head to the side, his breath hot on Miles's face. "-disgusts me." 

(Y/N) leaned back, his chin slightly tucked and his unblinking stare challenging, silently encouraging Miles to test him. Miles felt tempted to; he wanted to strangle him or slam his knuckles into his nose, something, anything, just to put the fear of god in him and finally feel an ounce of respect from him.. another part wanted to squeeze his flesh and learn how he tasted. Miles hadn't expected the latter, and it made him worry for his sanity. Had it really been that long since he last gotten laid?

"You've got some balls on you, kid." He finally managed. 

(Y/N)'s hairless brows twitched downward, confused again. It was startling how easily he switched from murderous and eager to fight to then having innocent puzzlement over common human phrases. His mouth formed a frown and his eyes flickered to Spider questioningly, his tail flickering from side to side like a whip.

Spider sighed heavily, obviously discontent with the newfound alliance, however unstable it was. "It means he thinks you're brave."

(Y/N) hummed and looked the slightest bit satisfied, the corners of his mouth twitching up before it smoothed back out into a neutral expression. His shoulders straightened and he roamed his eyes over the rest of the squad, his eyes flickering around to study each of them and their bodies.

"Come then, we will see what Ewya thinks of your desire to ride her ikrans." 

When the opinionated and often grating Dr. Augustine was still around running her little avatar program, Miles paid little mind to her discoveries on Na'vi culture. His job was training each soldier that came to Pandora and ensuring they had a fighting chance when they ventured past the walls of Hell's Gate, not keeping up with sleep-deprived, yapping little scientists who more often got in the way. Now.. well, as much as he hated admitting it, maybe he should've done some more research on what going full Na'vi would entail. 

"You're fucking with us." Z-Dog breathed, uttering the words on everyone's minds as they stared up at the floating islands that made up part of the Hallelujah Mountains. The small clusters of rock and foliage floated above them, connected by roots and vines that extended up and through the clouds. "We're going up there.. on foot?"

(Y/N) grinned, his canines gleaming in the sunlight as Spider snickered under his breath. "You are climbing. Spider will lead the way."

Z-Dog scoffed. "And what the hell are you going to do?"

"Fly." 

Tilting his head toward the skies, (Y/N) made two distinctive calls, stronger and smoother than the call Spider had made but with a harder click of his tongue. The familiar shriek of an ikran responded and the squad took tentative steps back when the winged beast appeared through the clouds. It landed before them and gave its long body a hard shake, little chirps coming from her parted jaws.

"Do not look her in the eye. She will take it as a challenge." (Y/N) instructed with amusement, his palm gently running along her long neck. A soft noise rumbled in her chest and her four golden eyes fluttered shut. "Her name is Tìlor. We flew into battle together against the sawtute years ago."

Tìlor was a pretty girl. A mix of lavender and aqua-blue collided along her leathery body with navy blue markings covering her from snout to tail. The talons at the end of each dragonfly-like wing tapped gently against the ground, helping her move as she shifted around to peer up into the skies.

(Y/N)'s hand moved to carefully grasp one of the kurus protruding from her temples, moving it so he could connect his own with hers. Her body shivered and her pupils dilated briefly before her head affectionately bumped into his abdomen. 

"I will meet you on Mons Veritatis." He told them as he climbed onto the saddle fastened to her back. His grin sharpened into something cruel when he looked at them. "A fall from this height will kill you. Mind your step." 

 Tìlor swiftly took off into the sky with a shriek, her movements swift and graceful as they circled the main roots attached to the ground that led to the first floating rock before they disappeared beyond the clouds. Spider moved quickly, effortlessly climbing onto the roots and walking up without hesitance. 

"C'mon." Miles huffed, adjusting his rifle so it rested along his back and setting his boot over the root to test its sturdiness. It was long and thicker than his body but the bottom of his shoe slipped on the moss. He sighed and reached down to undo the laces of his boots. "We can't let some Na'vi outshine us, can we?"

The climb to Mons Veritatis was treacherous. Each time he looked up, more floating islands appeared above them, more spread out and dangerous than the last. Spider climbed as if he'd done the journey a million times before, even leaping from island to island and swinging from vines as if he were only a few feet from the ground and not climbing through clouds. His arms burned and ached like hell by the time they reached the mountain the ikrans called home, his blue skin shining with sweat and air leaving him in small huffs. 

Spider barely looked out of breath. 

He led them to the rookery, a cliff along the side of the mountain covered in thick vegetation with untamed ikrans scattered across the surface in an ocean of vibrant colors. Ikrans shrieked and growled at the sight of them, and those closest to where they walked shuffled away or flew off to settle somewhere else. Tìlor landed beside them and snapped at a nearby ikran, a youngling that darted into the sky in fright.

(Y/N) hopped off her back and reached out to grab the muzzle of the tranquilizer gun Wainfleet tried setting up. "You wish to be like Na'vi, you will do this like Na'vi. JakeSully's children have completed iknimaya with no weapons. You are adults." He effortlessly tugged the gun from Wainfleet's hands, his tail flicking with a hint of annoyance. His gaze turned toward Miles and the corner of his mouth raised mockingly. "Unless you are afraid, vrrtep." 

Miles's jaw twitched and he inhaled slowly through his nose. He was playing right into (Y/N)'s game and he knew it but his pride refused to let him be so openly mocked. "Alright," He rose from his hunches to be at eye level with him and he slipped his rifle free from his back to hand it over to Mansk. "How is this done, tough guy?"

"You do not choose an ikran, an ikran chooses you." His eyes suddenly brightened and his tail wiggled with a barely contained thrill, his sharp little canines digging into his bottom lip. He looked positively excited, in an almost deranged way. "It will try to kill you." 

Miles smirked, a laugh rumbling in the back of his throat. "Now, ain't that somethin'."

Bridgehead City's nothing compared to the forest encircling it that the machines slowly chip away at. All metal and concrete instead of soft dirt and towering trees, clanging and whirring of machines instead of soft calls and branches rustling, cold AC air blasting inside the buildings instead of the warm air outside. 

(Y/N) obtained a permanent nose crinkle the moment the chopper landed, and he hardly seemed impressed at the fact he had to breathe from a mask every few minutes when they finally escaped the machines working outside. His ears twitched in every direction and his eyes narrowed at every stare he received from stunned or petrified workers.

If he sported the outfit the Recoms wore instead of the beaded jewelry and little loincloth of the clans, he may have passed for one of them, but Miles figured he'd refuse to even put socks on; it took ages to convince him to visit Bridgehead, to begin with. His tail whipped irritability and Miles hoped Spider's quiet explanations of everything kept his temper in check. 

"Pull up the footage we've got on Jake Sully's attacks," Miles ordered, his hands coming to rest on his hips. He waited a moment for the footage to be projected but everyone in the room was frozen still. Nobody moved, nobody even breathed. What a bunch of pansies. "Am I talkin' to my-damn-self?" 

The nearest person to the control panel quickly reached over and tapped on the smooth panel that lit up briefly at her touch before she shrunk back into her chair as projections of the footage appeared. (Y/N) stepped forward, eyeing the technology curiously as he took a sip of air from his mask. 

"Jake Sully's attacks are well-coordinated," Miles admitted somewhat reluctantly, watching choppers explode from missiles shot by stolen weapons and the muted cries of soldiers struck by arrows longer than their bodies.

(Y/N) propped his leg up on an empty chair, the action so casual he could've been mistaken for a cocky Recom. Miles's eyes naturally drifted back to him and he felt his lip quirk. The Na'vi seemed to have an instinct to perch on things, something Spider picked up like a habit. The teen mimicked (Y/N) and crossed his arms over his chest, though he looked like he hardly cared for the footage.

"He was sawtute before he was uniltìrantokx. He claimed to be a warrior and he wielded your weapons effortlessly during the Battle of Ayram Alusìng." (Y/N) craned his head over his shoulder to look at him. "This does not surprise me." 

"The Na'vi fight-" 

"What the hell is this, Colonel?" 

General Ardmore's voice vibrated through the room, sharp and tense and dripping with controlled fury. Those in the room familiar with her stiffened immediately, more tense than they were when (Y/N) entered the room. Her bright blue eyes flickered wildly between the Na'vi and Miles, disbelief on her face first before the irritation returned in the form of a scowl.

"This is (Y/N)." Miles drawled casually, knowing it'd grate on her nerves. He still had to wrap his head around no longer being the top dog around the base. "He's an Omatikaya exile; he nearly killed Jake Sully." 

"So, you thought you'd just bring your new pet here to Bridgehead?" General Ardmore laughed humorlessly, her jaw visibly clenching. (Y/N) stared at her blankly, his tail twitching once with disinterest before he returned his attention to the projections. "Colonel-"

"We fought the Na'vi blindly once and lost because Jake Sully knew our ways. We need someone who knows how Sully and his wife work, how they think and act as Na'vi." Miles explained, his boots thumping against the floor until his body was between (Y/N) and the other humans with holstered weapons. "He's already proven useful, General."

"We aren't here to make friends, Colonel." General Ardmore spoke through near-gritted teeth, her eyes briefly fluttering shut in exasperation. "You know our new objective." 

"He's useful to our current objective, General. He's been trained to fight by the Na'vi since he was a kid and he despises Jake Sully. Trust me on this one, I know what I'm doin'." 

General Ardmore remained silent for a long while, her nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed into slits. Her chest rose with a deep inhale and she gave a firm nod, her eyes alone threatening him before she turned her back to him. "If he becomes a problem, you will neutralize him."

"Understood." 

(Y/N)'s curiosity of Bridgehead was limited. He seemed more disturbed than intrigued as they ventured down brightly lit halls and bustling rooms, disgusted grunts leaving him when the smell of perfume or cologne wafted through the air. His face alternated between scrunched up and blank but his tail moved by its own accord. More than once, Miles felt it tap along his leg or begin to curl around it before it jerked away. Eventually, it curled around Spider's arm and Miles realized he'd been seeking something to comfort him. 

It was sobering. All his memories of the Na'vi were violent: the consistent attacks on their machinery and soldiers throughout his years on the planet, Jake and Dr. Augustine's betrayal, the war against them where human numbers dropped considerably, his gruesome death at the hands of Neytiri. (Y/N) was feral, untamed and unpredictable, but the flickers of a caring side and the confusion over phrases reminded him he wasn't a mindless creature set on making his life more taxing.

Miles was beginning to loathe him. There was nothing more he despised than being conflicted over someone. He always knew what he wanted.

"You and I need to have a chat, kid," Miles said, his fist tapping against one of the panels by one of the wide doors leading into the sector specifically designed for the Recoms and their towering bodies. The doors slid open with a low hiss and he glanced over his shoulder at Spider. "Alone." 

"But-" 

"Fike and Z-Dog here will keep you company." 

With one last grin, he stepped through the doors and nodded for (Y/N) to follow. He did, albeit begrudgingly, and raised his ears when the doors slid shut and a soft whir turned on to replace the air with one they could breathe without help from the masks.

The second set of doors opened once done and Miles led him through the recreation room. From the chairs to the tables to the gym equipment on the far side of the room, everything had been specifically designed for them and easily dwarfed anything human-sized. 

(Y/N) still looked unimpressed. He was likely used to the vibrancy of the forest, the bright colors and open space that felt neverending. Bridgehead was dull in comparison, lifeless it if weren't for the residents adding splashing of color to it with their appearances. Miles wondered how long it'd take for him to adapt, if he could at all.

He stopped briefly in front of another set of automatic doors that slid open to reveal his room and entered, waiting for (Y/N) to step inside before tapping on the pad to lock the doors. His room was nothing to ogle at. Plain white walls, plain gray floors, a neatly made bed avatar-sized pressed against the wall, a metal nightstand with a forgotten cup of coffee, a desk with a tablet and lamp, a closet built into the wall. It wasn't much but it was home, and he had it all to himself unlike some of his soldiers who had to share bunks. 

"You.. live here?" (Y/N)'s lips curled when he nodded. "My cave is more welcoming than this. This is... sad."

Miles chuckled under his breath, lightly scratching his temple before he approached his desk to pick up the tablet. "We will begin our search for Jake Sully and his family in soon. He's gone beyond the forest, possibly to the islands across the eastern sea. What clans live out there?" His fingers tapped on the screen, searching the data of the closest whaling vessels that could help them narrow down their search. 

"The Tayrangi, Ta'unui, and Metkayina clans live throughout the eastern sea." There was the sound of springs softly creaking and he raised his head to find (Y/N) lying on his bed, chin propped over his arms and tail raised high in the air. He blinked at him, his eyes trailing over the stripes along his back until they stopped over the curve of his ass. "The Tayrangi live on the mainland but fish in the seas. They are too close. JakeSully would have gone further." 

"Right." His voice sounded strained. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him?

"The Ta'unui and Metkayina clans live on the reefs." (Y/N)'s eyes gravitated toward him, his ears raising and twitching. Miles swore his lips twisted into a knowing smirk. "Far, far from here. You will have to learn how to ride better if you wish to fly across the sea. You risk much without experience."

"Well, ain't it good you're here, then?" Miles set the tablet aside, his original task forgotten in favor of approaching the bed with slow steps. (Y/N) watched him and lowered his tail until it thumped softly over the mattress. "I'm afraid we can't keep headin' out to the forest whenever we need 'cha, kid. You're hard to find, hard to track. Until we head out to find Jake Sully, you'll have to stay here in Bridgehead."

(Y/N) moved onto his knees, his eyes narrowing and ears pressing back tight against his skull. "No." 

"I wasn't askin'." 

(Y/N)'s tail moved like a whip, quick and hard. It slammed into the ceramic coffee cup and sent it flying into the wall where it shattered into pieces, the leftover coffee adding a brown stain to the wall as it dripped down onto the floor. His tail grew still afterward and his head cocked to the side challengingly again. Miles's mouth drew into a line. The silence was loud. He needed to get the buzzing out of his system.

His hand darted out and grabbed the back of (Y/N)'s head before he tugged him close enough to slam their mouths together. (Y/N) stiffened briefly before his tense muscles relaxed, the sharp whoosh of his tail swaying hard from side to side filling Miles's ears. His fingers dug into Miles's shoulders tightly, purposefully, and he allowed Miles to invade his mouth with a muffled hum. (Y/N) tasted tart and tangy, like one of the fruits he favored.

Miles dropped his free hand to his belt and fiddled with it until he could pop the button of his pants and feel them droop around his hips. He shoved them further down his thighs and left them to pool around his ankles, a grunt vibrating in his throat when (Y/N) bit his bottom lip and drew blood.

His hand reared back, a sting erupting along his palm when it made contact with (Y/N)'s behind. He swallowed the startled noise (Y/N) made and dragged him close enough for their chests to press firmly together. (Y/N)'s tail smacked against his thigh like a whip, hard and fast enough to have the effect of one. 

"You're a real piece of work, ain'tcha?" Miles chuckled huskily, the pain only adding to the heat flowing through his veins and making his briefs unbearably tight.

His tongue pressed against the small cut on his lip, the rusty metallic of blood dancing on his tongue before he dropped his hands down to the back of (Y/N)'s thighs and tugged on them to topple the Na'vi onto the mattress. A huff of surprise left (Y/N) but before he could prop himself up onto his elbows, Miles dragged him until his hips were almost off the bed. He tugged on the loincloth impatiently and tossed it aside blindly, his knees thumping loudly against the metal once he dropped to his knees. 

The way (Y/N) blinked down at him in bewilderment made him grin wolfishly. "Just wanna get a taste, is all." 

This body was new, young, and had the sensitivity of a virgin (which it technically was) but his mind had fifty-one years of experience sleeping with men and women on Earth and Pandora. He often preferred women, preferred the plushness of breasts over pecs, but he'd never been one to let an opportunity pass him by, especially not with his body reacting so strongly to the puzzled Na'vi. 

The last person he recalled being with had been Paz, Spider's mother. The surprise that came with her pregnancy left him taking a silent vow of celibacy while he wrapped his head around being a father, along with avoiding her as if she had the plague. He regretted it now but it was something of the past, unchangeable.

(Y/N) let out a noise of confusion when Miles spread him and then a startled, strangled gasp when his tongue prodded at him. One had to wonder how many times he'd been with someone else intimately. Miles laughed under his breath and began lapping like a starved animal, licking and prodding. He shoved his briefs down his thighs to free himself and felt himself twitch when he delicately pushed one finger past the rim. (Y/N)'s legs caged around his head immediately and he hummed, pressing his cheek into his thigh.

"Breathe, sweetheart." He called, grin lazy and voice teasing. "You ain't ever done this before, huh?" 

"Tanfwìngtu." (Y/N)'s tail smacked his thigh again, this time gentler. His face had flushed a deeper shade of blue and his chest moved with heavy pants. Reducing a would-be killer to a flustered mess made Miles's head spin and ego inflate. "You-"

Miles drew back and then pushed a second digit, mouth curling into a pleased grin when (Y/N)'s back arched off the bed. "Don't bite the hand that feeds now. I'm being nice, aren't I?" He moved his fingers at an even pace, ears absorbing each soft squelch and every noise flowing from (Y/N)'s mouth. "Is this how Jake tamed his wild woman?"

(Y/N) grunted and reached down, his fingers curling along the short hairs and firmly tugging. Miles nipped at his thigh in warning but (Y/N) simply tugged again, a breathy chuckle huffing into the air that made Miles's ears flick forward. He moved upward, flattening his tongue at the base of (Y/N)'s twitching length and dragging it along until he reached the spurting tip.

"Ain't this a pretty thing?" He laughed and (Y/N) scoffed. 

Miles had never paid much attention to his cock, other than when he was taking a piss or relieving himself of some stress with his hand, but if he had, he would've realized the difference in appearance. He'd expected something similar to human anatomy, and it mostly was, but (Y/N)'s twitching cock was in an ombre color: a light blue at the tip that slowly faded into the deep blue that covered the rest of his body. Little white freckles were scattered across it, glowing faintly with each shiver that went up his spine. 

Miles grinned wildly as he slipped his fingers out and listened to the strangled whine that followed, his tail flicking and coiling blissfully. "I gotcha, I gotcha, don't worry." He adjusted himself, pushing at his rim until the tip popped inside and he released a low hiss at the overwhelming warmth. He leaned over (Y/N) and pressed a biting kiss to his collarbone. "See what happens when you comply?"

"Skxawng," (Y/N) reached around and firmly wrapped his fingers around Miles's braid, grinning wickedly when Miles's body shivered. He tugged on it and Miles's hips jerked forward, a low groan and curse tumbling past his lips. A soft, near-purr-like noise rumbled in (Y/N)'s chest. "I will never follow orders from a vrrtep."

"Yeah?" Miles steadied himself, sinking his knees into the mattress and finding himself pleasantly surprised when (Y/N)'s legs curled around his waist. He could feel the coolness of the beaded jewelry rub against him through his shirt, pressing and leaving circular imprints. "We'll see about that."

If he'd come to learn anything since meeting the Na'vi beneath him, it was that he could handle just about anything. He pressed an uncharacteristically delicate kiss to his jawline and planted one hand by his head, fisting the sheets into his hand and offering one last crooked grin. His hips snapped forward, bottoming out and relishing both the warm squeeze and the feeling of (Y/N) biting roughly into his shoulder.

He groaned into his twitching ear and tried to focus all his attention on the knot in his lower belly. He'd done far too much teasing to end up squirting early like a teen boy during his first time. The concept of virginity and early release was likely nonexistent to the locals who barely batted an eye at nudity, but it'd be mortifying if any of the blabbermouths he worked with found out.

Miles evened out his breathing and grunted softly when (Y/N) released his shoulder, his unfocused vision turning to peer down at him. His hand had curled around Miles's wrist, tight as if he were holding on for dear life, but what Miles found most endearing (aside from the hint of blood smeared on the corner of his mouth) was the feeling of their tails curled together. "I gotcha." He repeated softly and, with slightly pursed lips, (Y/N) gave a small nod. 

When he took a second too long to act, (Y/N)'s ears flicked back. "Move." 

Miles huffed out a short laugh. "So bossy." 

But Miles did as asked and began snapping his hips, rough and hard just as he always liked it. His mind blanked and an almost guttural groan rushed out, mixing with the whines and moans of (Y/N) writhing beneath him.

His arm gave out so he braced himself on his forearm instead, his other hand dipping down to grip (Y/N)'s hip and keep him firmly in place. Miles buried his face into his neck, inhaling the scent of the forest still clinging to his skin and dragging his tongue over one of the stripes there. 

(Y/N)'s cheek pressed against his head, his hot panting making Miles's ear twitch annoyingly but when he nuzzled into him, obviously delirious, Miles felt his heart stutter in his chest. The knot in his lower belly tightened and only prompted him to drill into him faster, his fingers digging into his skin harder and canines grazing over his skin. (Y/N)'s noises were reduced to babbling Miles couldn't understand, though he assumed it was cursing, and breathless gasps forced out of him with each thrust. 

"C'mon, baby," Miles roughly kissed his throat, nipping it lightly after, and pulled back to eye the watery glaze over (Y/N)'s half-lidded eyes. He released his hip and wrapped his hand around his speckled length, giving it a few pumps until (Y/N) was squeezing the life right out of him. "Jesus."

With a cry, (Y/N) arched up into him and spurted all over his hand, staining Miles's olive green shirt in the process. Miles's rutting grew messy, his thighs quivering and threatening to give out on him. He pressed his mouth against (Y/N)'s again in a sloppy kiss and he let out a long, muffled groan when he finally felt the knot snap. His body slumped over (Y/N) and his arms wrapped around him firmly, keeping him from slipping out of reach.

"How's that for a vrrtep?"

"Could have been better." (Y/N) muttered tiredly, his fingers lightly dancing along Miles's braid. 

Miles snorted. "Fuckin' brat."

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I Found You Pt.3

Grace Augustine x Male!Avatar!Sully!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, gifs, or screenshots.

Warnings: Fighting, death, angst, murder?? justice?? I guess it depends on your point of view on things.

Part 2

Nearly a full year later you were escorting the kids to school the way you do every day they have class. Sylwanin and Tsu'tey were walking side by side, while Neytiri ran, jumped, and climbed with her friends. You felt an emotion you had never experienced flutter in your stomach, but you shook your head reminding yourself that it would probably never happen to you and Grace to have children together. She is a scientist too focused on studying the world around her to welcome a child into the universe. While you were a bit more grounded, and family-oriented, and you thought more about regular things. Like which one of these kids would win the next game of tag.

When you finally reached Grace's school you hadn't even realized Sylwanin had disappeared from the group and Tsu'tey had started conversing with one of his friends. When you walked in Neytiri and her friends grouped together and watched with anticipation as you leaned over and gave Grace a quick kiss. The group of girls started to giggle and some even started talking to eachother excitedly.

"Oh? You think that me loving my mate is funny?" You ask playfully and Neytiri immediately recognized the tone of your voice.

"No!" She immediately giggled out as she took off running and you chased after her. When you finally caught up to her you started tickling her sides and she squirmed and laughed, fighting to get out of your grasp. Tsu'tey and the others had become accustomed to the two of you play fighting and laughed along with the two of you.

Unbeknownst to you, Grace was watching with a fond expression on her face. Her thoughts of starting a family with you only increased at the spectacle infront of her.

"Okay, okay. Break it up you two." Grace says with a chuckle and she takes her place infront of the older kids. You went over to the younger kids and started your usual day of keeping them entertained while Grace taught.

Your ears perked when you heard distant shouting, the beating of hooves, and the tale-tell sign of heavy machinery. Tsu'tey noticed it as well and became just as alert as you. You hush the small children and climb up into the rafters to see who is approaching from a small opening at the top of the building. You see Sylwanin and some of her teenage friends coming toward the school fast and behind them were RDA forces.

"Everyone get down!" You call out and the older kids who know how to speak English drop to the floor, but Grace goes to the little ones and gets them down. You drop down from the rafters just as Sylwanin and her friends run into the school.

"Sylwanin! What happened?" You ask her quickly, but you don't have time to get an answer since shots start being fired at the school. You grab Sylwanin, pull her down, and shield her with your body. When the shooting stops you slowly get up and look around. Tsu'tey is holding his ear and blood seeps through his fingers.

"Grace... check on Tsu'tey." You tell her and she does as asked. You look back down at Sylwanin and your blood runs cold. "Oh my god..." You say and immediately put pressure on her bullet wound. "Sylwanin, just keep your eyes open. Listen to me okay?"

Her eyes blink rapidly and her breathing becomes labored. She looks up at you and you can see her accepting her fate, as the life fades from her eyes. You tried to wake her up to no avail and you nolonger felt like you were in your body. Like you weren't on Pandora anymore.

Distant gunshots are heard and you look up to see a group of kids hiding in the remains of what was once their home, an orphanage. You got up quickly and ran over to them ushering them away to a safer place, killing any enemy that you crossed paths with.

You snap out of whatever trance you're in when you get thrown. You shake off your shock and get to your feet. When you look around you see many RDA soldiers lying dead or injured on the floor. Only a few on foot still stood and the other 4 were in exo-suits. You saw Grace standing in the doorway of the school looking shocked and the kids behind her. With the attention being on you, you decide to take off, luring the rest of the soldiers away from the school. Away from the kids... Away from Grace.

After you're sure you lost them you call for your ikran and fly off to Hometree. When you land you make your way down to Eytukan who takes notice of you immediately and Mo'at starts looking over you for injuries.

"Tsu'tey told us what happened... That you turned on the demons and protected the children." Eytukan says and you nod.

"It's true, Eytukan." You tell him out of breath and Mo'at ushers you into the healers area.

"Tsu'tey and a few others are on their way to your base in the mountains." Mo'at says and you look at her confused. "Grace gave him your location. He is on his way to get you so that you may become one of our people permanently." Mo'at says and waves a small leaf under your nose, and you pass out shortly after.

You get out of your link pod as fast as you can and grab an exo-pack. You turn to Grace who's watching you sadly and you give her a quick hug. She sniffles a few times but ultimately backs away from you after a moment.

"You need to go. There's no telling when they'll realize it was you." Grace says and you nod. You pull her in for a kiss and back away hesitantly. "Go... I'll be okay, and I'll let them know what happened." Grace says and you nod.

"I love you." You say emotionally.

"I love you too." Grace says and you turn and walk out of the airlock after putting on your exo-pack. Tsu'tey lands his ikran and helps you onto its back, then takes off in flight into the night.

When you get back into Hometree you feel weird being so short compared to everyone else. When you get down to the bottom Mo'at and Eytukan have the entire clan gathered as they speak about what transpired earlier in the day. They take the time to announce Neytiri as the next Tsahík and Tsu'tey keeps his eyes to the ground. Not wanting to look up to see any looks of pity. They announce Sylwanin's burial to be in the morning and you sigh sadly.

"Tomorrow during eclipse we will be performing a ceremony to allow (Y/n) to become one of the People." Mo'at says with finality and she turns and walks away with Eytukan following shortly behind her.

The next day felt like torture. Nobody truly wanted to get too close, and you couldn't bug Grace like you usually do... You felt like you were stuck in a moment that had long passed, long before you were on Pandora. Until Mo'at and a few other healers came and told you it was time. The ride to the Tree of Souls felt like it took forever, though that was probably because you were riding on the back of Mo'ats pali. Everything on this moon was really far too big for human use. Eventually Mo'at feared you would fall from her pali and moved you to sit infront of her. Which you are man enough to say felt a little embarrassing, especially since her mate was right infront of you.

When you arrived to the Tree of Souls Mo'at guided you off to the side and started removing your clothing. You stuttered as she did so because it felt far too intimate to let a mated woman undress you.

"M- woah uh Mo'at why-" She didn't allow you to finish speaking.

"Eywa must beable to touch your entire body... Be warned (Y/n) Sulí... You must pass through the Eye of Eywa and return, but you are strong. I can sense it." Mo'at says and her skin of her brows pushed together in confusion from the sight of your scars. "Your own people did this to you?"

"Not my people... I fought in a war back on Earth and I was shot in battle." You clarified for her and she frowned. She didn't ask anymore questions as she draped vines to cover your lower body. Once again you felt awkward as she did because as a human you were well endowed, but to their standards...

"Come." Is all Mo'at says as she leads you through the gathered clan. They had all gathered around the tree sitting in a pattern, their tswins all attached to the ground behind them. They were chanting quietly and a few different male members of the clan carried your avatar to the base of the tree. They laid him down in the fetal position and Mo'at took her place on the highest part of the roots infront of your avatar. Neytiri gave your back a gentle push to join your avatar and you did so. You laid down in same position and just as Mo'at started leading the chanting your eyes closed. After a moment the darkness gave way to bright light and you blinked in surprise.

"(Y/n) Sulí, I have expected you for a long time." An omniscient voice says from amongst the bright light.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

"I have expected you... As I expect all of my children." The voice says and you cock your head to the side. "Many of my children do not reside within the Na'vi... They are within your human scientists. For many must be born blind to see properly."

"But... why me?" You finally ask after a few moments of shock. "I'm just a marine."

"You are important for the survival of my children. You will not understand today or anytime soon, but will know when the time comes." It says.

"So, you are Eywa?" You ask and you feel a nudge on your back forcing you to step forward. You continue walking forward since that what they seem to want.

"Yes. I am Eywa the Great Mother." She finally says after moments of silence.

"So you are real." You say amazed.

"I am, and I have watched over you and your brothers for your entire lives. You have never been alone." She says and a round-ish portal looking thing from those games that Jake and Tommy used to play comes into view. "Pass through my eye, and return to your rightful body. But, I have a request."

"I, uh, have never spoken to an all-knowing deity so I have no idea what to say." You admit and there's a rumble around you, almost like a laugh.

"There is an abandoned human base close to Hometree. Go there and get it to work. The future happiness of two of my children relies on it." She says and you nod.

"Yes, I can do that. What-" You stop as you get right infront of the portal thing. "What about Grace? My mate. She's still in the human base. Will she ever get to join me?" You receive no answer as you feel a hard shove to your back and you're sent through the portal.

Your eyes open almost immediately after and you hear the joyous laughter belonging to Neytiri.

"He did it, Sa'nu! He came back!" Neytiri says to Mo'at who pats her daughter's back. You sit up and look down at your hands, big and blue, then you turn around and see your body lying behind you. You frown as you realize you will never get to see your brothers again, but you get to your feet, and Eytukan hands you a tweng. He doesn't speak as he does so, and you quickly put it on.

"The Great Mother has given me a task... I must carry it through." You tell Eytukan and Mo'at. Mo'at nods and steps aside to allow the clan to see you.

"And you will, but tonight we celebrate life. Both those gained and those lost." Mo'at says and the clan cheers at her words. Everyone starts to run to their ikran or pali.

"What will happen to my human body?" You ask Mo'at.

"He will be laid to rest near Sylwanin. Do not worry, go back to Hometree." Mo'at says and a few others join her side as they collect your old body. Eytukan leads you away and the both of you call for your ikrans.

Three Years Later (Third Person POV)

Jake was led to the center of Hometree by his tswin and pushed until he was infront of an important-looking clan member. He spoke in his native language meaning Jake had no idea what he had no idea what he was saying. When he stepped forward offering his hand to shake when Neytiri informed him this was her father, the hardwood of a bow smacked down on his hand.

A harsh hiss sounded from next to him and a very tall, blue version of his older brother stood infront of him.

"Tommy?" His brother asked as his ear perked forward. Jake didn't get to correct him as a loud call in the Na'vi language cut the interaction short. She circled him like a vulture.

"What are you called?" She asked and Jake cast a quick glance to his brother, trying his hardest to apologize with his eyes.

"Jake Sully." Jake said and he watched as his big brother looked at him in confusion, but he didn't say anything. Mo'at pricked him with a small blade from her headdress, and ran the blood on it over her tongue.

It wasn't until Jake had beenable to get changed and went to eat with the clan that he was able to catch his brother. It wasn't hard to distinguish him from the rest of the Na'vi, due to his brothers height.

"(Y/n)." Jake greets his brother, who looks at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" (Y/n) asks Jake seriously, but quietly so he doesn't catch anyone else's attention.

"Fulfilling Tommy's contract." Jake says without hesitation, but at the look of worry (Y/n) gave him he wanted to take back his words.

"And why isn't Tommy doing that?" (Y/n) asks quickly. Jake hated seeing that look in (Y/n)'s eyes he had seen it way too many times throughout his youth.

"(Y/n)... Tommy died a week before his deployment. Some idiot with a gun wanted what was in his wallet." Jake said sullenly and at that (Y/n)'s tail went still and his posture sagged as his face fell. Neytiri sat next to (Y/n) and immediately noticed his solemn attitude.

"What is wrong, (Y/n)?" Neytiri asked him and (Y/n) leaned a little closer to her and whispered. Her eyes immediately held sympathy and her hand found his shoulder. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)... I know how much your younger brothers meant to you."

"This is actually one of them." (Y/n) said and gestured to Jake. "He's the stubborn one." Neytiri makes a face as if saying 'Ah, okay.'

"I fear I'm not hungry anymore... I will just go to sleep." (Y/n) says and he goes to stand only for Neytiri to yank him back down and push his food back to him.

"You must eat. You have been working too hard to go without food." Neytiri says sternly and (Y/n) sighs.

"Neytiri no. I'm tired and I'm not hungry." (Y/n) says in protest only for Neytiri to pull his ear and lightly jab his ribs with her fingers.

"No... Eat." Neytiri says forcefully and (Y/n) sighs and then complies. Neytiri turns back to her food with a pleased look on her face.

(Back to regular POV)

You woke up the same time you do every morning and ran off to the top of the tree to get your ikran. The abandoned human base was near completion and you had worked hard to get it back to where it was now. Mind you that came with attacking threats to the clan territory and scrapping through the remains of samson's, exo-suits, and other human machinery that was collateral damage. Sometimes Neytiri would accompany you and she would poke around the machinery that belongs to humans. Her face a mixture of curiosity and a little disgust.

You jump on the roof of the little base and crack open the panel on the roof. You'd spent the majority of the last few years getting this base away from the power mainframe, so it wouldn't be trackable. There was a long strip that you had taken out and reshaped so it would run off of power cells, but you had... Maybe... Stolen a solar panel hookup from another small offsite base that seemed like it hadn't been touched in years. However, the solar panels themselves had seen better days.

You sighed as you counted again, still needed four power cells. The others you had in storage ready to be put to use later on. Your ikran nudged you with its nose and squawked.

"Yeah, yeah... I know we need to go back." You say with a heavy sigh. You really didn't want to. The idea of going out and facing your little brother was causing you a sense of unease. You had always beenable to tell when the twins were hiding something from you. In your opinion they were both terrible liars, it got even worse when they tried to withhold information.

Though it might also just be that you're not used to having your brothers with you anymore... That had to be it. Jake wouldn't do anything diabolical. You put the panel back in place and stand up.

"Go sit in the shade in the trees for a bit. I've got things I need to take care of." You tell your ikran, Trent, who flies off. Probably to hunt down some food.

You go inside the small outpost, basically having to crawl through because of your size. You close the door to the airlock and look around for probably the millionth time. There's a set of monitors and a ton of other machines inside that you barely had any knowledge of their purpose. You go to the back of the room, being careful to keep your tail tucked to your side so you don't break anything, and you open the door in the back of the room. This you know its purpose, but you didn't know for what or whom... Yet.

A glass pod, that avatars are grown in, sits in the middle of this room along with all equipment necessary to watch vital signs. You had cleaned the pod inside and out many times over to keep dust from settling. Just incase it's an emergency that this pod became of use. You doubted that though, considering Eywa had said the happiness of two of her future children would be determined by this one thing. You sighed and made your way back out of the building, calling for your ikran.

The next day you were finishing breakfast, when you spotted Neytiri making her way over to you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head and greeted her, and she greeted you in return.

"(Y/n), I have a request." Neytiri says quietly.

"Alright... What do you need?" You ask hesitantly.

"I want you to help me train Jake. Maybe he will respond better to a teacher he knows." Neytiri says hopefully and you shake your head.

"I'm not the big brother he remembers, Neytiri." You tell her and she shakes her head.

"It is about him being familiar with you. He trusts you." Neytiri argues quietly.

"Neytiri I don't think it w-" You stop talking when you see Jake wandering down into the main area and he makes his way over to you and Neytiri.

"Neytiri, (Y/n)." Jake says once he gets close enough and Neytiri gives you a pleading look.

"Fine." You say slightly defeated. "What are you teaching him right now?"

"She's teaching me to speak Na'vi." Jake says.

"And what all do you know?" You ask him and you give him the stern 'spill it because I'll find out later' look. Jake seems a little unsettled but keeps a straight face.

"Nothing." Jake finally says and you sigh.

"You really weren't ready to take on this kind of thing yet were you?" You ask and shake your head. "I want to speak with my mate before I make any decisions here."

"You have a mate?" Jake asks incredulously.

"Yes he does, but she-" Neytiri starts to say but you shoot her a look that says 'stop'. You get up and make your way out of Hometree and into the forest. You pull your secure comlink from under your other chokers and necklaces. You press the buttons, but don't say anything waiting to see if she's available and alone.

"(Y/n)?" You hear Grace on the other end of the comm.

"Grace, I need to talk to you." You say slightly rushed and trying to be quiet.

"We're in the mountains." Grace says and you call for your ikran. The ride there was long but it felt longer because it had been a long time since you had been with her. When you arrived you landed at the top of the mountain and made your way down. Grace was in her avatar infront of the mobile unit and she smiled when she saw you.

"Grace." You say in a soft voice with a small smile.

"(Y/n)." Grace says and she jogs up to you and wraps her arms around you. You lean down and meet her lips in a kiss, which you both melt into instantly.

"Grace... What do you know about Jake?" You ask when you finally separate.

"He's why we're in the mountains." Grace says with a bitter look on her face. "Max caught him talking to Quartich and Selfridge about Hometree. Not sure what he's told them, but it's never good when it's either of them."

"There's nothing definite about what you know he's doing?" You ask and she shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to try and nip it in the bud to protect you from being disappointed in him. Why do you ask?" Grace asks curiously.

"Neytiri asked that I help teach him." You tell her honestly.

"Do it." Grace says quickly. "You may just be the key to saving him from becoming a jarhead mercenary." You stop and consider what she just said. It's a possibility.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)." Trudy says as she comes out of the mobile unit with a tall lanky guy behind her.

"Trudy." You greet her and the lanky guy's eyes go wide when he hears you speak. "I'll try my best... But I need you to be ready to send the emergency signal. I can feel something different happening now." You say quietly and Grace nods.

"I keep it on my person at all times." Grace says quietly.

"Did you do the thing they asked you to last time?" You ask her and she nods.

"Everything they asked of..." She cut herself off and shot a quick look at the tall lanky guy. "'Terra' and I, is finished and ready to set into motion."

"Good. Keep your eyes and ears open, and keep your guard up." You say quietly and she shifts a little uneasily.

"They asked me to take some of your blood too... Just in case." Grace says and your brows pinch together.

"My human body has been dead for years... Buried near the tree of souls." You say in a confused manner and she sighs.

"They still requested it." Grace says quietly and you nod.

"It will need to be quick. There's no telling when my dunderhead of a little brother will come out of the link." You say and walk over to the stairs of the mobile link unit. You set your arm on your leg as you wait. Trudy comes out of the unit and hands the familiar small black case to Grace. Grace gives Trudy a quick nod and she takes the tall lanky guy back inside.

"Who is that?" You ask after the door closes.

"That's Norm... He's one of my new scientists." Grace says honestly. "He's bright... But he has alot to learn."

"I had alot to learn when I came out here, but you took me under your wing and taught me no problem." You say quietly and you give her a tender look and she chuckles.

"You did, you learned fast, and so will Norm. It will take time for Jake to learn." Grace says and she packs up the small black case once she gets what she needs.

"But I'm afraid that by the time he learns, it will be too late." You say and you rub the back of your neck nervously as you think about the future and what it may hold.

Taglist: @ducks118, @random-3455, @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed, @kenzi-woycehoski

[nelissecrectplace]

your warrior

neytiri x gn reader

word count: 818

language: ‘evenge-girl , yawne- beloved

description: ¡Establish relationship! Life as a future leader of clan was no easy feat, especially when the na’vi you called yours was a warrior. Of course the two of you make every moment count, even when patching her up.

Lazily mixing the herbal paste you allowed your mind to wander. Making herbal remedies all day was tiring. In your opinion, it was the most dreadful tasks of the healers. Sighing with your whole body you continue to grind up the leafs praying that they would magically grind themselves too dust. The boredom was unbearable.

Almost as if Eywa had sensed your misery the flap of the tent was opened. Joyfully whipping your body around you were quick to rise to your feet. You felt your tail wip in excitement as a familiar sent filled your senses.

“Neytiri!” Launching yourself onto the woman you embraced her. Feeling her slender yet toned arm wrap around your frame made your stomach swirl. It did not matter how many times she’s touched you the feeling never seemed to go away.

“Hello yawne.” Hearing her low voice you were quick to pull away, she only spoke like this when something was bothering her. Face warping into worry your eyes scanned her frantically. Eventually finding the source of her discomfort you quickly guided the woman down onto the mat. Anxiously, your body moved at a record speed, gathering all the pastes and herbs you would need.

“You said you would stay away from those tawtute.” Displeasure obviously in your tone you began to pat the blood off her thigh. You had seen enough bullet wounds to know these cuts were from sky people’s weapon. “Yet we can not keep ignoring them. It’s only a matter of time before they become aggressive again.” Stubbornly Neytiri attempted too reason, hoping you would see what she sees. Of course it was no use as your frown only deepened.

Eyes downcast you refused to meet the woman’s gaze as you tended to her wound. Neytiri could only sign at your headstrong personality, knowing it was one of the reasons she admired you so. “I am not out there, I can not stop you.” Rising to your knees you peered down at her. “Just be careful. I can not lose you.”

“I am always careful.” Meeting your eyes with a light smile Neytiri responded. She couldn’t help but admire the way you looked at her with such care in your eyes. It always amused her how you could get worked up over such minor injuries . Not tearing her eyes away from your form for a minute she watched as you moved around the tent. Feeling the burn of her gaze you couldn’t help but feel flustered. There was no doubt your braids were a mess from the days work, that fact only seeming to add to the purple hue on your face.

“I am fine! You cannot pretend to be mad forever.” Feeling her breath fan against your ear your body stiffened. Pretending to be busy with organizing the herbs you avoided her piercing gaze. Not having any of it Neytiri wrapped her tail around your leg. You couldn’t help but shiver at the contact as her tail slowly inched up.

Meeting her teasing gaze it was hard to believe this was the strong warrior the public views. “You are infuriating” Not giving her a secant to respond you crash your lips into hers. Seeming to play right into her hands Neytiri couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Her hands traveling up to pull on your already messy braids. Placing your hands on her hips you pulled her impossibly closer basking in her heat.

Pulling away Neytiri wore a proud smile as her fangs on full display. A small smile settled on your face despite your attempts to maintain your facade. “You love the way I ‘infuriate’ you yawne.” Pushing the fallen strands of braids behind your ears her yellow eyes scanned your features. “True, my days would be boring without you.” Maintaining a teasing tone you pulled away from the na’vi, putting the medicines up for the night. “You are my ‘evenge after all.”

It was now Neytiri turn to be shy as she avoided your gaze. The purple hue of her ears prominent. “I am not yours yet.” Shyly reminding you of the reality Neytiri spoke low. Her tone almost sorrowful.

“You will be soon, the clan can talk all they want about how ‘weird’ it is that i’m the healer and you’re the warrior.” Bringing Neytiri back into your embrace a small laugh left the woman’s lips. “I can already hear the ‘She’s Mo’ats daughter why is she not the Tsahík’.” Adding onto your point the two of you couldn’t help but giggle at the remarks.

Placing your forehead on hers you stared into her yellow orbs. “I promise to make you mine, so I can always patch you up.” A fanged smile covered Neytiri face at your words. It was now her turn to smash her lips into yours. Her body pushing into you with all the love and passion she harbored.

a/n- Short little drabble for the one and only mother 🤭. I wish I had more ideas too write about her with :,)

tag: @yeosxxx

[kpop-anime-manga]

ABOUT ME:

hey! I'm new, I'll start by saying that I'm not a native English speaker

Call me Yuri🌸

She/Her

I still don't know how to use Tumblr well but I'll do my best!🩷

I’ll post some of my arts too!!

If you have some shows, movies, anime or manga to recommend me I’d be really happy to watch these, and maybe add them in my list.

In each post I will recommend a song and will put a quote at the end🌸

RULES:

Only Fem Y/N (I’m not writing for Male Y/N ‘cause I’m not a boy so I don’t wanna disrespect the Gay community by writing smt wrong)

Pls pls send me some requests with chubby reader🙏🏻🙏🏻

-Fem x male

-Fem x Fem

If you don’t find a character in my lists you can always ask, tho I don’t write for everyone🙏🏻

I’d love to interact with my followers so I’ll do a q&a format too🫶🏻

What I write for:

Angst♥︎

Fluff♡︎

Smut❥

High school sweetheart (no smut obv)

Time skip characters

Some tropes (you can request)

Headcanons

Mini series (maybe)

Chatfics

Mini fics

What I don’t write for:

Inc3st

Smut with m1nors

FANDOM

ANIME:

Tokyo revengers:

BAJI (love him so Much😭)

DRAKEN

MIKEY

RAN

RINDOU

TAIJU

MITSUYA

EMMA

and also others if I may have forgotten you can ask (I don't write for everyone)

BNHA:

BAKUGOU

MIDORIYA

DENKI

SERO

MINA

KIRISHIMA

SHOTO

DABI

SHIGARAKI

AIZAWA

And you can ask other characters if you want (if there’s a character I don’t feel comfortable to write for I’ll decline, I’m sorry 🙏🏻)

AOT:

EREN

REINER

LEVI

ERWIN

YMIR

HISTORIA

MIKASA

CONNIE

JEAN

And others

NANA:

NANA O.

NANA K.

REN

YASU

NOBU

YASU

SHIN (no smut!⚠️)

TAKUMI

NAOKI

KYOSUKE

For nana I’ll do only these characters.

JJK:

I still haven’t finished Jjk, I just finished the first season, so I’m not an expert with this show.

GOJO

ITADORI

MEGUMI

SUKUNA

These are the characters for now

DEMONS SLAYER:

I still haven’t finished this anime too, so I’ll add the rest of the characters with the time

TENGEN (+with his wives if ya request)

SANEMI

RENGOKU

GIYUU

OBANI

HAIKYUU:

I’ll do like almost everyone🫶🏻

SHOWS/MOVIES:

WINX:

STELLA

FLORA

MUSA

RIVEN

BRANDON

VALTOR

HELIA

NABU

AVATAR:

NETEYAM

LO’AK

JAKE SULLY (2009)

AONUNG

ARCANE:

SEVIKA

VI

JINX

EKKO

CAITLYN

AMBESSA

VIKTOR

MEL

SCAR🤭

SILCO and VANDER (most of the times platonic things)

THE TWILIGHT SAGA:

JACOB BLACK

ALICE

CARLISLE

EMMET

ROSALIE

JASPER

SAM ULEY

HARRY POTTER:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione

Luna lovegood

This is all for now🫶🏻

[zynxwrite]

🐺🔥 guess who's back and is writing a new atwow fanfic

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄. aonung x human! gn! reader.

[alrmane]

do you have any head canons for what it would’ve been like if jake, neytiri and tsutey were all mates? or the three of them with a male reader? atm i’m eating up a fic by @ ronwestbreeze !! but it’s a fem character and it’d be nice to see some rep for masc characters x neytiri, jake and tsutey

ofc! u know I got ur back bookie😘

also idk if these count as headcanons so lmk😭

(1/2 if u want an nsfw ver aswell)

w/ male reader

tsamsiyu - warrior

paywll - healing water plant

kelku - omatikaya home

tsakarem - tsahik in training

on humid summer days, after coming home from an unsuccessful hunt, all bruised and battered, bugs buzzing at your ears, one of your beautiful mates, neytiri, would heal you graciously. she was tsakarem after all. taking a silky woven cloth, dampened in water from a paywll leaf to soothe your injuries. she was the most cautious out of the three. you hissed at the cold liquid on a warm cut, biceps tighting as you did so, pointing out angry veins.

however, when it came to tsu'tey, he was stricter; harsher, expecting you not to leave the already failing hunt to be healed. he frowned all the way back from the hunting site, to your kelku. he mumbled and grumbled about how a tsamsiyu should stick it out, and that tonights dinner for the entire clan relied on this hunting party. his usual rant being ignored by the healer, even as she walked over to him to scan his body for injuries, that he accepted begrudgingly. "he is trying his hardest, be grateful he accepted to join in the first place" she sighed.

neytiri was strict when it came to being cautious and mindful, tsu'tey was harsh when it came to meeting expectations, and how you were viewed, but jake? nah, he just did his own thing; he payed no mind to the situation going on behind him, until he began sprawling out slowly on the beautifully woven mat half asleep and ungracefully, tongue curled like a stretching cat. he smacked his lips and turned towards all of you. "gudmornin' my beautiful mates", you all blushed, even tsu'tey who turned his head to hide it. suddenly everything felt mushy again.

later that night, you all kept warm on your sleeping pod, jake resting on your chest, neytiri on tsu'teys belly, tsutey on your upper arm, your and neytiri legs entangled, and jake and tsu'tey nuzzling heads. you all fought a long and vigorous war, starting off as enemies, and burdens, ending in life long partners. even though you all weren't perfect, and not everything could you have, a good thing you did have was this.

divider by plutism

also i be forgetting to check tumblr so sorry if this took long😭