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lo'ak sully 𝄞 "the whole clan hates me! demon blood, alien! that's all they see."

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[nilsavatar]

DAY 27 - ANAL

Parings: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, straight to SMUT, committed relationship, P in V, P in A, ANAL, fingering, praising, cursing, dirty talk, double stimulation/penetration, soft-dom Lo'ak (Lo'ak is a little insecure), oral (both receiving), 69, edging, chocking. All characters are AGED-UP.

Word Count: 4k

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“Harder,” was all that came out of her mouth in the form of a litany. Her brain had completely locked onto that need. Moans interspersed with soft pleas and a few expletives here and there. The man behind her laughed. The rumble of his taunt vibrated down her spine as his hands molded her hips until they anchored on her firm buttocks, which slammed dryly against his belly. “Like this?” he murmured in her ear, earning confirming sighs each time he penetrated her sharply, and his palms held her more firmly.

Aywanin always adored Lo'ak to touch her butt, whether he clung to it possessively or as a simple cuddle. She loved the contact of his hands so much, feeling the warmth of his wide palms gathering her ass cheeks almost entirely, his strong fingers sinking into her soft flesh, that she sought it out at every chance. The extra finger a perfect addition that made her feel even more connected to his body.

Whether it was in the laziness of an afternoon nap or during a hot night, Aywanin swayed her hips ever more insistently, until the guy grabbed her rear just the way she liked it. He, though he didn't skimp on jibes and teasing, nor on getting lost in watching that cute little ass twirl a second too long for sheer amusement, never refused a good squeeze. With a beaming smile, his beautiful teeth sticking out in his lower lip at the exact instant his digits pressed, somewhere between mocking and smug.

There was, however, a saying of the Sky People that had spread among the Omatikaya over the years, and of which Lo'ak would soon teach her its real meaning. One of the many influences that had become part of everyday life, thanks to their close relationships with scientists. As well as nurtured by a not-so-Na'vi Olo'eyktan who, try as he might, retained remnants of the Jarhead Clan's Jakesuli. His human past would pop up at the oddest times, normally when he could not express his emotions to the best of his ability — especially those of irritation. Usually when he wanted to give his children a warning that they were crossing the line, that it would be smart not to test him further.

She remembered very well the day when, as kids, Lo'ak became more obstinate than usual, more petulant, insisting his father absolutely showed him how to use a rifle.

“Why not?” He repeated. “You taught Tarsem and the others. To Neteyam you are teaching it,” accused venomously. Jake gripped his nose between thumb and forefinger, tightening his eyelids and sighing audibly. An onset of migraine drew circles in his skull. “They are older, have completed their training, and are about to face Iknimaya. Learning how to shoot is one more thing that could come in handy against the RDA.” “Neteyam has not completed it, though. And he's only a year older than me,” he mumbled with an increasingly wrinkled expression that forced his father to restrain himself from laughing. In his own way, Lo'ak could be really adorable as a child.

It was no secret that Neteyam was precocious, a prodigy. Diligent and hardworking from a very early age. And surely being the olo’eyktan’s firstborn — or more precisely the only man who knew how to use alien weaponry — brought with it advantages. Few would find out in the future.  Truth be told, firearms were much more dangerous than traditional weapons, unpredictable, and Jake didn't have enough eyes to make sure no one got hurt. He couldn't supervise one son to follow his instructions to the letter, and in the process treat the other so that he wouldn’t accidentally kill himself. The other was Lo’ak, of course. Too curious, too impulsive, too— too much everything. He was exhausting. One child at a time, he told himself, that way he could do it.

“Neteyam has mastered archery.” “I don't like archery. I want to fight like you!”

Lo'ak's human side could be so imperious at times, painful even. He resembled his father so much that it was almost a hardship for the man, aware of his own flaws and past mistakes. Aware that it wasn’t the Na'vi way. Not the Omatikaya way. As tolerant as they were and inclined to integrate what was useful from humans into their way of life, they would not be so open-minded as to accept a Na'vi who tended to be too terrestrial. Jake Sully was an exception. He knew it very well. A human who had the heart of a Na'vi.

But a Na'vi with a human soul? it was another story altogether.

As much as he was hailed, the last thing Toruk Makto hoped for was to be taken as a role model by his children. His sons in particular.

“Son,” the tone was warning, as well as his look, "Don't poke the bear when it's hungry.”

Aywanin wasn’t sure what exactly a bear was (probably a large animal if she was supposed to be afraid of its hunger), but never has the idiom been more fitting than in this situation.

Lo’ak was hungry. A hunger whetted for too long.

He was on his knees, the soft grass tickling his shins. In front of him, Aywanin arranged in one of the most vulnerable positions possible. On all fours and at his total mercy. Negative note? He couldn't enjoy the sight of her face as she writhed with each thrust, but that wasn't so important. He knew her to the point that he could visualize her yerik eyes dimpled with pleasure, her mouth parted in the most strangled of whimpers. Read her through the tightness with which she anchored herself to the ground, the stiffness of her back as it grew more and more acute. Grinning to himself, his canines cutting his lower lip, the boy massaged her bottom. From time to time he would throw weak spanks, just to hear her moan in surprise, there, where he then squeezed so hard to bruise.

Rolling his thumbs absently, he spread her buttocks more apart and straightened just enough to carefully admire his handiwork. A grunt escaped him in watching as his cock disappeared and appeared, sucked deeper and deeper into her welcoming warmth.

She was close, he could feel it.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself. Such a sight.” Another spanking, another cry. “Yes, like that. Shit, I should have taken the camera.” Aywanin chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Lo'ak had such outbursts, and she'd never hidden that the idea of watching herself being taken like that turned her on as well. “Next time, yantu. When we can take our sweet time.” “You're right, we'll do it when no one can disturb us. Though I don't mind these nighttime escapades in the forest.” “I had no doubt.” “Love this ass,” he said, angling himself just enough to slam the tip right up against her clit, earning a sequence of mewls that were like a song in his ears. She was so close, he thought smugly. “Fits perfectly in my hands.” In uttering that last sentence, he opened her cheeks even wider, and, unintentionally, his thumb went to graze her opening. Aywanin's head suddenly snapped back, nearly embedding itself in her shoulders, and an unexpected groan rose gutturally from her throat. As if the air had been kicked out of her lungs all at once. “What was that?” Lo'ak was equally shocked, although the answer had already formulated itself in his lust-fogged mind. “Does my girl like to be touched here?” he asked rhetorically, caressing that unexplored entrance with a little more intention.

The young woman's reaction was gold. She likes it, all right!

Her back curved almost to the breaking point, pushing her rear up so high that by a whisker she didn’t shove it right in his face. Her beautiful visage contemplating the starry sky with wide eyes and lips parted in a mute scream. However, of the idyllic celestial vault, she couldn't actually see anything, since her vision had gone completely blank.

“Aww look at you. Want me to play with it? Want my finger in your cute little butt?” Aywanin didn’t respond, there was no need nor did she have the time or the strength, as her mate encircled her torso with his arm and lifted her up until she was molded along his chest. With her face turned to his own, he pushed that same thumb past her lips. “Suck, sevin. Show me how much you want me to fingerfuck your hole.”

The greed with which she obeyed was unparalleled; it was borderline scandalous the excitement in her giant eyes. The pupils so dilated they obscured the topaz irises entirely, were it not for an infinitesimal colored circle outlining them. She was unrecognizable, and, for a moment, Lo'ak feared he was going to release under the intensity of her gaze. Just at the idea of how much Aywanin longed to be violated, stripped of that last layer of innocence.  Desire that seemed to destabilize her herself, for never would she anticipate experiencing it. It was so sensual, so damn hot that it reset his ability to think straight. His only thought now was to break through that last barrier, to breach it like a battering ram knocking down enemy lines. He had to conquer new territory, to claim by painting it with his seed. She giggled deliriously against his finger, her teeth lightly scratching it. A gentle trill, the echo of his ego in realizing he had said it out loud. “That should be enough,” with a languid kiss, he slid between her buttocks and pushed. He felt a beginning of resistance but soon his thumb found itself enveloped by hot walls as if crushed by slow coils. She gasped against his mouth. He gave her a smile full of love that was somewhat out of tune with the circumstances. So domestic yet out of the ordinary. Aywanin's sweet face had this effect: it reminded him how lucky he was.

It was strange to be in there. Familiar but unusual. Her flesh was much warmer, searing, the texture richer but not as supple. And it was tight. Really tight. It barely contained his finger with ease, inserting a second now was out of the question. How was he going to possess her without hurting her? Masturbation alone wouldn’t have been enough to make her...hospitable. But bringing her pain was not an option. As well as letting go. Not when Aywanin was so freakin' well-disposed that she almost seemed to be in heat. If there was one trait of himself he was proud of, it was that he never gave up. Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, for better or worse, never threw in the towel. He certainly wouldn’t start now.

A whimper rose from the girl's ached throat. “I know, baby, it will pass now. Be patient, I need to stretch you a bit more.” “Your fingers are too big.” “Never been a problem so far.” He kissed her temple suppressing a laugh, before whispering softly, “Mind to help me? Touch your clit for me, yawne. Will mask the discomfort.” His lips traced the contour of her shoulder, the hollow of her neck; alternating sloppy kisses with bites he drew the line of her jaw up to her ear. With the tip of his tongue, he titillated her lobe, while her slender index began to rub in a steady, circular motion over the knot of nerves, and her expression seemed to relax. And not only that. “You're doing great.” “It's dry, Lo,” she moaned.

Therein lay the problem. It wasn’t an area that enjoyed consistent natural lubrication, and what little saliva he had collected on his finger was nowhere near enough. Lubricant. He needed a lubricant. Needless to say, they didn’t have one available, and even knowing the plants suitable for the task, it still took its time to extract the liquid. But then a light bulb went on for him. The cry that left the girl's lips was clearly one of dissent, however feeble. It sounded like an irritated demand for an explanation. Why the hell stop now that she was getting the hang of it?

Lo'ak sat down on his ankles carrying her down with him, a confused look well evident on her pretty, purpled face. “Don't ask questions,” he said, dragging her on top of him as he lay on the grass turf. The peach-round butt a palm away, inviting like a ripe fruit that begs you to bite into it. And that was what he did. He tasted the left cheek, then the right one, sinking just enough to leave the dental arch mark there. Two broad pairs of crescents on the otherwise smooth surface. Then, he rubbed his nose along the line of demarcation and inhaled sharply. The scent of her skin smelled more intense and suffocating there, in that hidden spot. Of bath oils and flowers; a sweet, incensed note that mingled with the enveloping aroma of her arousal, to the point of stunning him. Like an insect attracted to pollen. His dick twitched a little as his brain registered the primal call of her body. With no hesitation, he dipped his face and gave controlled kitten licks, as if to feel the ground.

“Ma'Lo'ak!” she shouted completely caught off guard. With his intact fingers, he unceremoniously penetrated her core, up to the last knuckle. This took away her ability to speak, too much was the stimulation. In terrifyingly slow movements he began to stimulate her, while his tongue soaked her rectum with saliva. Each time the tip teased her a little deeply, Aywanin gave him the most beautiful of choked sobs. The high, pitch voice constricted by exhausted vocal cords. Gradually her arousal pooled at the base and flowed onto his hand, sliding down in viscous trails that ran down his forearm to his elbow and dripped heavily onto his chest. Her breathing was labored and her body was all trembling.

Just one very small detail was missing.

“Baby.” No response. “Babe.” Nothing, and he almost burst out laughing. He was preparing her so well, she already had no idea where she was nor her name. The only thing she was still able to do in that altered state of intense desire was to cast him a look that was anything but lucid. The sole sign that she was still listening to him. Kinda. “I know you're on the edge, yawne, but I need you back.” With a goliardic sway of his hips, he showed her the area of interest, “Need lubrication here, too. You know, for later,” he cast her an allusive glance. The girl's smile was a whole story. Tipsy and intoxicated. Her slender, tiny hand picked up his member rather boldly, beginning to grope it as slowly as Lo'ak had just treated her earlier. 

Payback. 

He was about to complain about it, when the words died in his throat; Aywanin had grabbed his sack, and was now massaging it gently. A soft sigh escaped his parted lips, suddenly feeling weak, as if drained of any energy. The uncertainty in his breathing did not go unnoticed, for it trembled on contact with her sensitive skin. In turn, Aywanin faltered at that unexpected vibration, but she giggled all the same, proud of her actions. Of having caused him the very reaction she was anticipating. That was one of his weaknesses, Aywanin knew all too well, and she continually took advantage of it.

Lo’ak was such a nuisance, he needed to be put back in his place from time to time. Why not have a little fun in the meantime? Feeling in a teasing mood more than usual? She shushed him by groping his nuts. Being too dominant for her liking? She licked and kissed them lightly until he begged her to suck him off.

Exactly as he was doing right now.

His hands settled vehemently on her waist, squeezing them now at the limit of sufferance, and his eyes implanted firmly in hers. She snorted playfully, before blowing on his prickly erection. For a moment, she could have sworn she saw him blush at her unexpected resourcefulness. She decided to make him suffer a little longer, fumbling as she very slowly ran her tongue over his cock, then traversing its full length and winging over it again, giving him a soft pleasure that forced him to bite his inner-cheek to tame a moan. 

“Aywa, pl-please…” Well, if you ask so nicely, she thought.

Her tongue swirled around the glans, down the thick base, caressing any veins, grazing every crevice. He gasped with every inch of flesh struck, his pretty dick already glistening of spit and precum. She hollowed her cheeks, descending on calmly and sensually, but the boy huffed in frustration. A fluty grin was painted on her face as she slumped on his belly. In a steady pace, she bobbed her head alongside his shaft, taking as much as she could down her throat without gagging, while palming his balls firmly. Lo’ak’s breathing became erratic. His head fell on the cushiony grass beneath and he squinted his lids. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. It was always a good sign when Lo’ak stopped babbling. It meant his pleasure was beyond measure. Poor boy, he’d been neglected ’til now.

The sequence was repeated for a long time, going deeper and deeper with each turn, causing increasingly uncontrollable lews and, sometimes, obscene whimpers from his windpipe. Suddenly, a strange tremor flooded Lo'ak's lower abdomen, and immediately she realized he was about to reach his climax. He gently pulled out his manhood, and turned Aywanin on her back, escorting her to the ground as if she was made of glass. He repositioned himself on top of her, holding her torso high enough to line up with her tight entrance. Holding her by one thigh, he felt her stiffen under his grip, and this caused him to face her again, losing himself in those eyes. Glossy as honey candy, haunted by lust mixed with fear. If possible, with that light her eyes looked even more orange and large. “Are you sure?” She nodded, ready to welcome him. She wanted to feel him. Wanted him to release himself inside her. Wanted to be one with him in a way she had never experienced before, and that scared her a little. Yet, in an electrifying way. She spread her leg apart, lifting her pelvis a little, giving Lo'ak a chance to lie on top of her — to embrace her. He caressed the shin he was holding up and placed a delicate kiss on her knee, “Everything will be all right,” he reassured her. And, despite the agitation harbored in her was immense, she found the courage to smile in a tacit invitation to continue.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” The first sensation, as the tip pushed in gently, wasn’t fulfillment but pain. The burning that Aywanin felt, as it teased her orifice to widen, was less intense than she had imagined, though, thanks to his finger keeping her clit excited, awakening the nerve endings within it just enough to dull the ache. As Lo’ak made space for himself, she noticed the hot epidermis wrapped itself around the cooler one of his. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye nonetheless; a salty drop that her boyfriend wiped away with a kiss. “Forgive me, ma yantu.” “It's all right,” she lied, not to restrain him. Lo'ak began to give her gentle thrusts that gradually became quicker and drier as she got used to his intrusion. “Fuck, so fucking tight.” With both hands he anchored himself to her femurs and thrust all the way in, in one fluid motion that went straight to a spot Aywanin didn't even know she had. A whine ripped through the air, the first in a long series that gradually, in rhythm with her lover's strikes, mutated from subdued ache to the most violent and visceral pleasure, becoming almost pornographic to hear, but which did nothing more than give Lo'ak the charge to continue his ministration.

She lifted her torso, placed her palms on the ground and hoisted herself forward, encircling her calves behind his back to give him no way to pull away, then captured his face with both hands, her thumbs grazing his earlobes, the rest of her fingers attached to the nape of his neck, and rested her forehead against his own. “You like it?” he asked her hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Her thumbs took to caressing his cheekbones in circular touches, dusting away a few briny drops wedged between his lashes. Finally, one of them came down to his lovely lips and she parted them, kissing him passionately. “Of course I like it.” Aywanin smiled against his mouth and started to sway her pelvis, slowly, back and forth on his shaft. The boy brought his palms up to cup her fleshy buttocks and squeeze her hips, laced his arms around her, wrapping her in a tender hug that didn't quite match the boiling circumstances they were in, but which she adored. She loved that sweetness in their relationship, stuffed with just the right amount of passion that, in all honesty, with Lo'ak was impossible to miss.

With his fingers hooked in her flesh, he took a deep breath, running out of air from the eagerness of their connection, and drew his forehead over her shoulder, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. “Yantu?” Aywanin felt her trapeze getting wet, partly from teardrops, partly from the wet kisses and bites that Lo'ak left there as he spoke, the grip on her back growing firmer and more possessive. “S-so good. You feel so damn good.” He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and pinned her down with that ravenous gaze of his; golden irises flickering as wind-shifted leaves. He grabbed her throat and squeezed it, making Aywanin, who had never stopped slow dancing on his lap, wince, her sockets squinted with surprise and a hint of electrifying fear. She was about to say his name when he tightened his fingers around her throat and moaned into her mouth as he burned her with a kiss. His tongue slipped between her teeth, moving in a mad dance against her writhing there. The grip around her neck was tight, his hand and his kiss choking her at the same time. When he let go, Lo'ak's face hovered over hers, letting her savor the fresh scent of his breath. The girl began to call his name as if in a trance, now that pleasure had finally flooded her like a hot shower. “What you need, love?” “E-empty. I feel empty.” “Empty?” He had never filled her more. “Yes, here,” she pointed to her pussy. Selfish naughty girl. Lo'ak's smile was devilish, “Then touch yourself, sevin. If it’s that unbearable, show me how much you miss my cock there.” Her own fingers inched so deep and with such relish that she earned a low mouble of approval above her. “Just like that, baby girl. Geez, look how your tiny little fingers are fucking yourself while I fuck your cute ass.” An immense heat expanded throughout her body. Her head became light; as if it had suddenly turned into a bubble and was floating away. A bubble that would burst shortly thereafter, showering her with awareness as she felt that initial warmth concentrate all in the innermost part of her abdomen. “L-lo'ak.” “Yeah, 'm close too. Just hold it a lil bit more f’me. Damn, you'll push me out, if you keep squeezing like that! Too much!” The double stimulation went to her mind, erasing what little lucidity remained, and the last trace of pain turned finally to enjoyment. They reached their peak together, as his nuanced voice murmured her name, “I love you so fuckin' much. You are truly all mine now,” her lover said, slumping down on top of her, devoid of any strength.

Now Aywanin was really all his.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

[erenjaegerwifee]

Summers In Pandora Masterlist

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Day One: Age gap // Jake

Day Two: One bed // Lo'ak

Day Three: Angry/Hate sex // Lo'ak

Day Four: Discipline // Neytiri

Day Five: Jealousy // Neteyam

Day Six: Choking // Ao’nung

Day Seven: Make up sex // Jake

Day Eight: Corruption // Jake

Day Nine: Morning Sex // Neteyam  

Day Ten: Lactation // Neteyam

Day Eleven: Somnophilia // Tsireya

Day Twelve: Mirror Sex // Tsireya

Day Thirteen: Sex Pollen // Neteyam

Day fourteen: Dilf/ Milf // Neytiri

Day Fifteen: Drunk Sex // Neteyam

Day Sixteen: One Night Stand // Lo'ak

Day Seventeen: Quickies // Tsireya

Day Eighteen: Forced Proximity // Neteyam

Day Nineteen: Dirty Talk // Lo'ak

Day Twenty: Recording/ Sex Tape // Neteyam

Day Twenty-One: Submission // Ao'nung

Day Twenty-Two: Friends with Benefits // Neteyam

Day Twenty Three: Mutal Masturbation // Neteyam

Day Twenty Four: Cowgirl/ Reverse Cowgirl // Lo'ak

Day Twenty Five: Exhibition/ Voyeurism // Tsireya

Day Twenty Six: Breeding/ Mating Press // Jake

Day Twenty Seven: Degradation // Jake

Day Twenty Eight: Caught Masturbating // Neteyam

Day Twenty Nine: Manhandling // Neteyam

Day Thirty: Shower/Ocean/River // Neteyam

Day Thirty One: Body Worship/ Praising // Tsireya

[tallulah477]

Hunting the Tawtute

Kinktober Day 19: Threesome

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader x Lo’ak

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, AgedUp!Lo’ak, Dark!Neteyam, Dark!Lo’ak, ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Primal Kink (Hunter/Prey Kink), Oral (female receiving and male receiving), P in V, Fingering, Handjob, Breath Play, Dirty Talk, Size Difference, Belly Bulge, Alien Genitalia, Slight Knife Play, Multiple Orgasms, Bukkake, Hair Pulling, Slight Humiliation, Slight Thigh Riding, Knots/Knot Play (but no actual knotting), Marking Kink/Biting

Word Count: 5.4K (of pure self-indulgent fantasy)

A/N: I don’t even know what to say about this. This one kinda like so fucking much got away from me. It’s like I went crazy, blacked out, and this happened. Hopefully some of you guys will like it too as much as I liked writing it.

Summary: When the Omatikaya raid an RDA outpost, you just barely escape the carnage with your life. You're stumbling through the forest when they find you, and the dark grins on their faces make shivers run down your spine. You try to run, but they’ll catch you - they’re little beautiful prey. 

Extra: Pretty, But Not Stupid

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

Translations:

Tawtute -  Human

Mountain Banshee - Large, dragon-like aerial predators

Sevin - Pretty

Vrrtep - Demon

Paskalin - Sweet Berry (term of endearment)

The ground is shaking underneath you as you run, booming with the force of the explosions and gunfire racking the now nonexistent RDA outpost. You can still hear the screaming, both war cries and cries of terror, echoing through the forest as your tired legs carry you further and further away. 

You’re gasping for breath, heart feeling like it's going to pound out of your chest as you sob. You hated the RDA, they were mostly all power hungry assholes anyway, but some people in the outpost were good - innocent people who fled Earth just to get away from the horror there, only to be met with a fate possibly crueler here. All the cooks, cleaners, and medical professionals who just wanted a chance - all dead within minutes of the start of the emergency alarm that blared through the base. If not by the explosions, then currently being picked off without mercy by the Na’vi. 

You’re lucky to even be alive right now. 

You shake your head, trying to ignore how your heavy, panicked breathing is fogging up your mask and how you can barely see through your tears. You need to keep going. You can’t think about it now. Can’t think about the carnage you're running from and the people you’re leaving behind. You need to find safety. 

You run a little further, trying not to trip on any more upturned roots. You fell over one a little ways back, and your ankle protests the more weight you put on it, but the fear of being found and killed keeps you going. You quickly round another tree and stop, bracing your hand on the bark of the massive trunk and lifting your hurt ankle up a bit just to relieve the pressure for a moment. Your eyes hurriedly scan the area, trying to keep an eye out for danger you wouldn’t even be able to defend yourself against. Even if you did have some kind of a weapon (which you don’t, you barely had enough time to sprint away with your life as it was, let alone grab any kind of form of defense), you wouldn’t be able to win against the strength and prowess of one of the natives anyway.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when your eye catches movement a few trees down from you. There’s a male Na’vi standing there, long braids still swinging around his shoulders from his abrupt movement, and he has an arrow notched and pulled back, strong muscles and chest bulging behind the bow as he steadies the arrow - the arrow that’s pointed directly at you. 

“Wait!” You yell, hands instinctively coming up to protect your face as if they could ever stop the Na’vi sized arrow. “Wait! Please, don’t shoot!”

The male stops, curious amber eyes locked on your trembling figure, and to your complete shock, he lowers the arrow. Why isn’t he killing you? The Na’vi kill humans on sight, they don’t hesitate. You should have been dead the second he saw you. But you’re not. He lowered his arrow, and for a brief moment relief and hope flood your chest. 

“I mean you no harm,” You call, voice shaking. “Please, don’t k-kill me,”

The male tilts his head at you and you watch cautiously as he puts his bow away, reattaching it to his back, before reaching up to touch his throat. From this distance you can just see the outline of a necklace. A throat comm, you think. He has his fingers pressed against the buttons and you can’t hear what he’s saying, but you see his lips moving as he talks to whoever is on the other line. 

A dark smirk curls at his lips as he speaks. He’s looking directly at you and whatever hope you had disappears as dread fills your entire being. 

You are going to die. 

You can’t stay here, staying still even as he’s watching you is a risk. If you’re going to die, you’re at least going to go down trying to live. 

You turn to run, making it just a few steps away from the tree before the canopy bursts above you, a roaring shriek piercing your ears as a large blue and purple mountain banshee descends down towards the forest floor. You scream, falling back on your ass as the dragon-like animal lands just feet from you, the wind from its strong wings beating over your body and making your hair whip around your face.

The banshee’s rider descends from its back, landing on the ground with a thud and disconnecting his neural queue from the animal. He stalks towards you, golden eyes gleaming behind a few loose braids falling in front of them, and he grins, long pointed canines biting into his bottom lip.

“Where you running to, sevin tawtute?”

With another terrified sob, you scramble to your feet. The second Na’vi’s low chuckle, despite being fairly quiet, rings loudly in your ears, and you can hear the footsteps of the first’s getting closer and closer to you each second. 

“Don’t do it,” The second warns, and you don’t even have the mental capacity to realize that he’s speaking to you in English. You’re already spinning and darting away in the opposite direction. 

You run as fast as you can through the dense Pandorian forest. They’re chasing you, you can hear their footsteps pounding against the forest floor behind you. They mock you, first just making quick yipping and whooping calls, communicating with each other in a way you would never even begin to understand. And then they switch to your language.

“Better run faster, human!”

“Getting tired already, baby?”

“Can you feel my breath on the back of your pretty neck?”

“We’re going to get you!”

Your sobs get louder, terrified as you try to push yourself harder. They sound so close, like they’re right behind you, like they could just reach out and grab you. But they don’t. They’re playing with you. They’re faster than you, their legs significantly longer than yours and more adept at running and navigating the forest terrain. They’re letting you keep going on purpose, finding glee in your terror and enjoyment in chasing their prey. 

Your ankle is aching, pain shooting from the twisted limb, and your running is quickly turning into panicked hobbling. You can’t do it anymore. Can’t do it - they’re going to get you. Without thinking, you dive under a slightly uprooted tree - the tilt of the base giving you just enough room to crawl under the trunk, thick roots caging you in and separating you from the two male Na’vi. 

The second you make it through, there’s a burst of movement as the long haired male slides in front of the opening, long arm sticking through the roots and reaching for you. You whimper when his fingers brush your mask and you try to scoot yourself further back against the dirt, but there isn’t much room. 

“Come out of there,” He says, voice soft like he’s trying to coax you out, but the underlining reverb of a growl taints the attempt. “It’s dangerous under there,”

“Yes, tawtute,” The other says, long legs visible from behind his brother’s upper body. “Much safer out here with us,”

You can’t help the anger and frustration that wells inside you as you hear the absolute lie they are trying to tell you. 

“Bullshit,” You spit.

The long haired male removes his reaching arm and peers at you through the roots, eyes alight with mirth. “Oh, you hear that, brother? Our little vrrtep has a mouth on her,”

The other male chuckles and squats down to peer at you through your self imposed cage. “And what a pretty mouth it is. Can’t wait to see what else it can do,”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. That sounded . . . suggestive. That couldn’t possibly mean what it sounded like, right?

“What do you say, sevin? Want your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock?” He asks, playful fingers lifting up the front of his loincloth slightly as if to tease you. And then, suddenly, there’s a new fear taking over. 

They don’t want to catch you to kill you - they want you. 

“My name is Lo’ak,” He continues, lifting his hand from his loincloth to wiggle his fingers at you in greeting. Five fingers, you notice. “You know, just so you know what to scream out later when I’m fucking you,”

More tears well up in your eyes, cascading down your flushed cheeks. “P-please. Don’t hurt m-me,” You beg, wide eyes pleading with the large blue men holding you hostage to show you mercy. “I’ll leave! I promise! You’ll never see me again,”

“She begs so beautifully already,” The other male says, nudging his brother’s arm. “She’s gonna sound so good when she’s crying in pleasure. Go ahead and try it out for me, paskalin. Let me hear you say it: Neteyam,”

Neteyam looks at her expectantly, golden green eyes dark from where his pupils have nearly completely taken over. 

“Fuck you,” You hiss. You try to put as much malice and ferocity in your words as you can muster, but Neteyam only grins at your curse.

“Yeah, tawtute. That’s the idea,”

Lo’ak suddenly moves, shifting over to the side of the tree and you panic at the abrupt movement, scrambling over and pressing your back against the roots on the opposite side just to be as far from him as possible. 

“Come on out, baby,” He purrs, eyes hooded as he stares at you. “Don’t you want to take a ride? Feel some big alien cock in your pretty, tiny pussy?”

You open your mouth again to shoot some more choice expletives at him, but all that comes out is a scream when the roots behind you rip and a large hand grips at your hair, dragging your body from its hiding spot and into the dimming light of the forest.

Neteyam hauls you up on your feet, fist tangled in your hair keeping you from running and grabs one of your swinging arms, pinning it behind your back. Lo’ak steps in front of you, tall and imposing at nearly twice your height, but you still try to fight, fight for your life and your freedom, and your hand smacks as hard as it can against his hip.

It doesn’t do anything to him obviously, you’re not even sure if he felt it, but all the fight leaves you in an instant when the large knife the size of your forearm waves in your face.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for us now, okay?” He says, tapping the glass of your mask with the tip of his knife as if he were trying to boop your nose. The tip of the knife travels down your neck, over your collarbone, and towards the center of your chest. If you were able to think correctly, you would be amazed at the control he has over the blade to not let it cut you despite your chest heaving with your frantic breathing. “Stay still now,”

The knife travels towards the valley between your breasts, taking the neck of your t-shirt with it and pulling it down and down until Lo’ak just cleanly slices through the whole front of it. Neteyam releases your arm now that you're not fighting against them anymore, but still keeps a firm grip on your hair. The ruined shirt slips from your shoulders and Lo’ak brings the knife back up to hook underneath the band of your bra, slicing through the material like it was paper and pushing the remnants of that off of your body as well. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” He muses, running the flat of the blade across one of your exposed breasts, the cool metal making you shiver as it presses against your heated skin. Lo’ak twists the knife and places the very tip of it at your nipple. The sharp edge makes you gasp, the bud starting to harden immediately at the feeling and you can’t help but feel mortified when you feel wetness pool in your panties. 

Lo’ak’s nose twitches, a wicked grin pulling at his lips as his large amber eyes catch yours, but it’s Neteyam that digs the metaphorical knife deeper, furthering your humiliation and making your face burn.

“Aw, is the cute little tawtute getting wet for us? We can smell you,” Neteyam laughs, dragging your head back further so he can get a good look at your face. “Look, brother. Look how flushed she’s getting,”

“You think that flush is going all the way down here?” Lo’ak asks, the tip of the knife leaving your nipple to tease your clit over your shorts.

“Rip them off and find out,” Neteyam suggests, and you start to wriggle again in his unrelenting grasp. 

“Wait!” You shout. Your neck is still craned up towards the sky, so you only feel rather than see Lo’ak undo your button and zipper. “Wait, please. I’ll do anything,”

“Yeah,” Neteyam agrees, looking down at your pleading face. His fingers latch onto one of your hard nipples and pulls on it, eliciting a sharp gasp from your plump lips. “You will,”

In an instant, Lo’ak yanks your shorts and panties down and Neteyam moves behind you to kneel on the forest floor, one knee pressing into the ground while the other acts as a stabilizer, foot flat against the ground. Neteyam’s grip on your hair is released as he grabs you by your hips instead, pulling you up to sit on his thigh, bare pussy pressing against the bulging muscles. 

The feeling of his muscles tensing under you makes more heat pool in your stomach, and your pussy is wet and sticky already as you squirm against him. Your legs fall on either side of his and even with him kneeling your feet still can’t touch the ground, toes just barely brush against the grass and only if you’re actually stretching to reach it. But the additional stretch just makes you push your cunt harder against his thigh and you whimper, not knowing what to do or how to move.

Neteyam wraps a restraining arm around your chest, trapping one of your arms under his and grabbing onto your other bicep, his large hand practically spanning the entirety of your upper arm and pinning it down. His other hand moves up to his mouth, long middle finger sliding between his lips, licking the long digit and pulling it out when it’s wet and glistening in the setting sunlight. He brings his wet finger to your core, dipping it between your folds and circling your clit. 

“So wet already, tawtute,” He whispers, lips brushing against the curve of your ear.

You whimper as he rubs you, dipping his finger down lower to gather more of your wetness and dragging it back up to tease small circles around your pulsing nub. When his fingers trail down again, it's to press at your entrance, and you can’t help the whiny moan that escapes you as his finger slips easily inside your leaking hole.

Lo’ak’s been watching you this whole time, crouching down to get a good, clear look at your glistening pink cunt, and the sight of his brother’s finger sliding inside of you prompts him to have some fun of his own. He stands, fingers moving quickly to untie his loincloth, the material loosening and sliding down his legs, flittering to the ground below him.  

You’re distracted, Neteyam’s finger is rubbing against your gummy walls, sliding in and out effortlessly while his thumb plays with your clit, so you don’t realize what’s so wrong with Lo’ak’s body until he’s directly in front of you - naked pelvis and even more naked center only a foot away from your face. 

Your eyes widen as you look at it, confusion written all over your face as you stare at the empty, flat space where his member should be. Lo’ak laughs at the bewildered look on your face and Neteyam mouths at your shoulder to hide his own grin. 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” Lo’ak says. “I’ve got plenty of cock for you. It’s just hidden. I’ll get it out for you since you're a little tied up.”

His fingers reach down to rub at the empty space and you watch in fascinated awe as he plays down there, fingers pressing in harder and sliding against the hidden slit you hadn���t seen before. His fingers dip inside, eyes closing in pleasure for a moment before they flick back open, sultry hooded orbs locked on your own. 

“What the f–ahh!” You cry, eyes squeezing shut, back arching in pleasure against Neteyam as another of his fingers pushes inside you. They’re long enough on their own, the combined thickness enough to feel like a cock inside you already. 

When your eyes open again, they lock immediately on what’s happening between Lo’ak’s legs. There’s something poking out from the slit and it takes your scared and pleasure hazed brain way too long to realize it’s his cock. It’s just the head peeking out, the mushroomed lavender tip like a bright, slick beacon between his dark blue thighs. He grins when your mouth falls open at the sight, fingers dipping back into his wet slit and pulling out another inch.

Every inch of his cock has your eyes widening, the long and hard length now fully unsheathed and bumping against his belly. Blue skin and even darker stripes litter the shaft, small bioluminescent freckles scatter towards the top and lead to the light purple tip. A fleeting thought has you thinking it's pretty, the colors blending in beautifully with one another, but when you see the textured bumps decorating the entire length, the panic hits you again.

“Let me go!” You scream, fighting against Neteyam’s hold, but hold is firm. “It won’t fit! You can’t! It won’t fit!”

“That’s why we have to stretch you out first,” Neteyam mutters, mouth pressed against your shoulder. His third finger nudges at your entrance and you stop breathing when it pushes against your already stuffed hole. The stretch is intense, your small body struggling to take the invasion as his long finger pushes in beside the others. His thumb rubs lovingly at your clit, distracting you from the stretch and working up the pressure starting to build in your belly. 

Lo’ak strokes at his cock, shuffling forward until the weeping tip of it is inches from your face. 

“You wanna taste it?” He asks, his other hand gripping onto the bottom of your mask. 

You whimper, terrified at the prospect of him pulling your mask off, but can’t get out anything more than a stuttering, “P-please,”

“Be a good girl and hold your breath for me,”

There’s a loud hiss of air as the seal around your face breaks, and then you can’t breathe. Can’t even make a sound when he pulls the mask halfway up your face to free your mouth, letting the bottom of it sit below your nose as he pushes his fingers into the hinges of your jaw to pry your mouth open. 

The lavender tip of his cock pushes between your lips, the underside dragging along your tongue. You can feel every bump and ridge as it pushes in further, the texture both unusual and intimidating as it slides against the warm wet muscle. 

And then it’s gone, your mask replaced and the burst of oxygen rushing into your lungs makes you feel even more lightheaded than without having any oxygen at all.

“Good girl,” Lo’ak coos, hand once again gripping the bottom of your mask and leaning down to press a sweet kiss against its glass. 

Neteyam’s fingers are still working themselves in and out of your stuffed pussy, and you see Lo’ak’s ears twitch a second before you even hear it: the horrible squelching sounds your pussy is making as it rocks against his three fingers.

“Such a good girl,” He grins. He stands up, holding his cock steady and pulling your mask up again, the hiss of air mingling with the wet sounds coming from your drenched cunt. “Let’s go again,”

His cock pushes inside of your mouth again, barbed length sliding against your tongue and nudging the back of your throat. You gag, choking from both lack of oxygen and Lo’ak’s thick cock, and you can barely register the light and strangely sweet taste of his precum as it coats your tastebuds. 

Neteyam’s fingers are ruthless inside of you, curling and dragging against your gummy walls with skilled expertise and his thumb is practically a blur on your clit. When Lo’ak replaces your mask and air once again fills your lungs, it's only there for a second before you’re screaming and gasping, the coil in your stomach almost too much to bear as it tightens, threatening to rip you apart when it snaps.

Your screaming is cut off again when Lo’ak lifts the mask away, shoving his cock harder and deeper into your mouth until the glass of your mask is pressing against his pelvis and his cock has slipped down your throat. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you take it, legs shaking against Neteyam’s thigh. When it's replaced this time and air is once again allowed into your lungs, Neteyam’s teeth latch onto your shoulder, sharp canines digging into the tender skin. The bite brings about a sharp pain immediately followed by a flood of intense pleasure - your body jerks in his hold, shaking violently as the coil in your belly snaps. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, gushing against his hand as your orgasm rips through you without mercy. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Lo’ak grunts, fisting his cock with one hand while checking to make sure your mask is secure with the other.

You mumble a weak reply, but the words don’t make sense, they don’t even sound like real words to your own ears - and your ‘not words’ turn into a forlorn whine as Neteyam pulls his fingers from your still pulsing pussy. 

He tilts your upper body to the side, sliding most of you off of him except for your leg still draped over his thigh at the knee while your other foot presses onto the ground, leaving you spread wide. His free hand falls behind you, somewhere around his hip where you can’t see, and then something large and round shaped is nudging between your folds and prodding at your entrance.

“No,” You mewl. “Won’t fit,”

“Shh, be quiet, ma sevin tawtute,” He grunts, pressure pushing at your hole as he starts forwards. “It will fit,”

You take in gasping breaths as the pressure intensifies, dripping hole resisting the push as much as it can before relenting to the large male Na’vi’s wishes and the thick mushroom head of his cock pops inside. Neteyam groans when he breaches you, unwrapping his arm from your upper body and gripping both of your thighs with his large hands, hauling you up and in the air as he stands up.

Your back is pressed tightly against his chest, thighs spread open and vulnerable to Lo’ak’s hungry gaze as gravity pushes you down further on his brother’s cock. You whimper loudly, hands desperately gripping at Neteyam’s forearms as he impales you on him. The bumps on his cock drag without mercy against your sensitive walls, and your right leg shakes in his grip from the overwhelming intensity. 

It feels so good, so devastatingly good inside of you, the barbs and ridges sliding just right against your gummy walls and you toss your head back with a silent scream as he bottoms out, tip nudging against your cervix.

You’ve never felt so full before. It feels like he’s all the way in your stomach, cock barreling through your important organs and rearranging your guts just to make enough room for him to fit. You chance a look down, letting out a wailing cry that’s half pleasure, half horror when you see the large bulge protruding from your abdomen. 

“Fuck,” Neteyam moans. “She’s so tight,”

Lo’ak grins mischievously as Neteyam lowers his mouth to the side of your neck, pressing gentle kisses there as he starts to rock into you. One moment he’s in front of your face, sending you a cheeky wink when you gasp as the cock inside of you hits just the right angle to brush against your special spot, and then the next he’s crouching down, textured tongue lolling out of his mouth and licking against your swollen clit. 

You squeal at the feeling of his rough tongue, textured similarly to that of a cat’s, lapping at the sensitive nub. 

“T-too much!” You cry. You can’t close your legs, Neteyam’s hands holding them firmly open as he thrusts harder inside you, and your hands push against Lo’ak’s head, but he doesn’t budge - large head staying put while his tongue continues to swipe against the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

When Lo’ak decides he’s had enough, he lifts his head, trailing kisses up your stomach starting just above the disappearing and reappearing bulge in your belly and up your chest, tongue laving over the swell of your breast and latching onto your nipple, sharp teeth nibbling on the hard bud as you yelp.

His lips wrap around it, suckling on it for a moment before pulling off with a pop. 

“You taste so good, baby,” He murmurs, reaching down to play with your clit. “Like the sweetest little treat,”

“Feel so good, paskalin,” Neteyam grunts, lifting your body up and slamming it back down on his cock to fuck into your harder. “Snug little pussy squeezing me so well. You were made to take Na’vi cock, weren’t you?”

“Oohh my goooooood,” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head from the overwhelming stimulation. “C-can’t t-take i-itt,”

“Sure you can,” Lo’ak teases, face so close to yours that in your haze all you can see is his bright golden eyes. “Didn’t you hear what he just said?”

Neteyam’s thrusts are getting sloppy, moans and grunts a constant source behind you, and he hisses a quick “Fuck, take her,” at his brother. Before you know what’s happening, you’re suddenly pressed against Lo’ak, chest pressed tightly against his and Neteyam releases one of your thighs in favor of gripping your hip. Lo’ak’s hand cradles your released thigh instead, keeping you steady against him as his brother uses his new found leverage to pound into your tight cunt. Your arms instinctively wrap around Lo’ak’s neck, holding on for dear life as you moan and whimper loudly with the cool glass of your mask pressed against his collarbone. 

You can feel the knot in your belly tightening again, and you can’t think about anything other than how impossibly full you feel and how good the ridges and bumps on his cock feel as they scrap and drag inside of you. Neteyam’s grip turns bruising, fingers digging into your hip and thigh as he fucks you harder. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” Neteyam growls, mushroomed tip pounding into your cervix. “Go on, tawtute. Say it!”

“Neteyaaamm,” You moan. “Please, please, please,”

Distantly, even through your hazy, fucked out brain, you can feel something thick and round prodding at your entrance, bumping and stretching you out even more with each thrust. You cum, sobbing as you contract tightly around him, body shaking in Lo’ak’s hold as his large hand rubs up and down your back soothingly. 

Neteyam pulls out of you with a tortured groan and your eyes flutter shut, pussy still contracting and squeezing and wanting - wanting his long, hard length inside of you again, wanting it splitting you open, and now that it's gone, you can’t believe how empty you feel.

Lo’ak lowers you gently to the ground, resting your exhausted body on the soft moss. You feel the way he pulls your thighs apart again, settling himself between them, what’s left of the setting sunlight filtering in behind your eyelids getting blocked as he hovers over you. 

“Stay awake, vrrtep,” He says, smacking your thigh lightly to wake you back up. Your heavy eyes peel themselves open, watching as Lo’ak braces one hand above your head while the other guides his cock to your core. You whimper as he drags the head of his cock through your dripping folds, teasing the tip against your clit before running it down your slit and lining it up with your entrance. “It’s my turn,”

The slide is easier this time as he pushes in, but still no less intense. Your tired and overstimulated body tenses at the intrusion, tightening around him as he spears you open with his thick girth. 

“Such a pretty demon,” He moans, pleasure shooting through his veins at the feel of your tiny body hugging his cock like it never wants to let him go. “Tempting us the way you did,”

His hips start up a gentle tempo, rocking inside you to help you get used to his size and letting you feel the pleasurable drag of his barbs against your oversensitive walls. 

You whine, denying his comment. “D-didn’t do anyth–”

He silences you with a sharp snap of his hips, upping the rhythm of his thrusts and leaning down further so his pubic bone grinds against your clit with each thrust. Already you can feel another orgasm barreling towards you, threatening to rip you apart the same way his cock is splitting you open. 

“Fuck!” You squeal, back arching as your pussy squelches between your bodies. “Oh my god, fuck!”

“Say my name, baby,” Lo’ak grunts. “Wanna hear you moan it,”

“Looo’aaaaak,” You moan, bliss clouding your judgment as your hips buck into his in return. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see Neteyam, standing just to the side, watching as his brother fucks your very soul from your body as his hand strokes along his raging length. Your eyes catch on something unusual towards the base of his cock -  a thick, round bulb that shouldn’t be there and he smirks as he sees you gaping at it, hand stroking down to the base and squeezing the thick engorged knot of tissue tightly, moaning at the sensation.

Lo’ak thrusts in you harder and you feel that same thick, round ball bumping at your entrance that you felt when Neteyam was fucking you. The same bulbish ball of tissue that must be the same as the one you're looking at right now.

“Great Mother,” Lo’ak groans, face scrunched up in pleasure. “I wanna knot you so fucking bad,”

“Don’t,” Neteyam growls, jerking forward as if to pull his brother away from you, but Lo’ak curls his body around yours protectively, a deep hiss of warning ripping from his throat as he bares his teeth at his brother. 

Neteyam freezes, hands up in surrender but he glares at the brother inside you all the same. “Don’t. We don’t know if her body can take it yet.”

Lo’ak grunts, resuming his thrusts. “I know. Just back off,”

His cock pounds you relentlessly, kissing your cervix and his hand reaches down to caress the bulge in your belly. He presses down on the bulging bump firmly at the same time that his teeth sink into the still unmarked side of your neck, making you scream, the blissful agonized cry echoing through the forest as you cream all over his cock.

He pulls out, groaning woefully like his brother did, and fists his cock furiously, aiming the leaking tip directly at your puffy, spent pussy. Neteyam does the same, crouching low and close, stroking his cock beside you as he aims for your chest. 

They cum within seconds of one another, shooting hot, thick stripes of pearly bioluminescent cum all over your body, covering your chest and lower half with their release. 

You can barely feel your body anymore, can’t move a single limb on your own, and, despite not having any use of anything, your body won’t stop shaking - oversensitive and overstimulated and completely satisfied in a way you never thought you could be. 

“Ready to head home, sevin tawtute?” Neteyam asks, breathing heavy as he recovers from his orgasm. He just came but his eyes are still dark and sinful, looking at you like he wants to eat you whole. Your exhausted eyes flick to Lo’ak only to see the same desirous expression. 

There’s a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach as you close your eyes, listening to their dark chuckles as your body forces you to rest. The last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is a low, deep voice say . . .

“You’re ours now,”

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**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite @loaksulluyswife

[wheneclipsefalls]

Grovel Masterlist

Summary: Lo'ak broke your heart all those years ago. If he plans to woo you once more it is going to take a lot more than a debonair grin.

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More coming soon:)

[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?

[lixiesbrowniess]

Ⅲ. Go hunting - Omaticaya storyline

Words count: 3.1k

Warnigs: swearing, mention of bullying, make out, "enemies" to lovers, yeah bc they're not really enemies anymore, erection, aged up characters 18+, nsfw, p in v, dom/sub, bit of degradation

Aged up to 21 (reader is 20 tho)

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron

A/n: proofread ✓

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

Summary:

“You can choose” Tonowari stated.

You stopped thinking hard. You've always wanted to try the hunting routine, it sounded fun.

But you didn't know who had to accompany you. You were kinda curious about it tho.

“I'd like to go hunting Olo'eyktan” you said slowly bowing your head to him.

“all right it's decided then.” he said getting up from his spot. “when the eclipse will be over you will get going.” he moved to look behind him and you cocked your eyebrow.

“Ao'nung you'll accompany her. Make sure she doesn't get hurt.” he stated not accepting a no from his older son who just rolled his eyes in acception.

An hour later

You really couldn't believe you were about to go hunt with non other then the chief son, or more correctly the one who probably hated you the most and you kinda reciprocated.

You actually might've developed a small liking in him after knowing him better. I mean he was still an asshole but you had discovered he was good with children and helpful with his parents.

Yeah maybe you accidentally saw him when his mother gave him the task to help the youngest to improve their ilu riding.

But any way your facade was being enemies. And of all people you had to stay with him for Eywa knows how long alone out of the reef.

You just hope this would end quickly.

Lil time skip

The eclipse was almost over but he still wasn't there so you decided to go ask Tsireya were that skxawng was.

You finally saw her entering the tent were all the hunting weapons were stored and you quickly followed her.

“hey Re'ya have you seen your brother? He should've been here by now.” you asked looking at her back.

She didn't answer which made you feel suspicious. Now that you thought about it was she always that tall? Her hair looked longer... A lot longer.

“I'd never thought you would've been worried about me.” your heart fell when you heard "her" say so.

You panicked when you saw the only one you were wishing not to see in that certain moment. He faced you with an hateful smirk.

You opened your mouth like a goldfish trying to figure out how the hell you mistaken Ao'nung for his sister.

He laughed at your attonished face. “i know you've never seen me with my hair down but i wouldn't expect you to mistake me for Tsireya”

You gulped as he fully turned to you, his hair falling on his large shoulders-

You immediately shoo those thoughts away and managed to speak.

“sorry- for mistaking you... But your hair are really long... I mean-” you stopped as he smirked wider.

“oh fuck off, let's just go.” you scoffed making him chuckle in amusement.

“here” he handed you a spear “we'll impale the fish with this and then use the knife to fillet them.” he said placing his spear down.

You watched him pull his hair in a ponytail before wrapping them around themselves forming a bun and letting a small part fall down his neck. You could clearly see the tattoo covering his left cheek, forehead and down his biceps.

God damnit. "Why Eywa?" you thought trying to look away. You wished you could try to brush those- NO not even if he begged for it.

Yeah like he even had to.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he came over and spoke.

“all right let's go forest girl.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname.

You followed him and called for your Ilus then jumped into the water from the walkway.

You two made the Ilus sprint to the destination.

Time skip - out the reef

“It's here” he signed.

“Need to breathe” you pointed to the surface slowly swimming towards it. He rolled his eyes and followed you.

You popped out inhaling deeply. Suddenly you felt him pulling you underwater again causing a frown to form on your face.

“What is it forest girl, still can't breath properly?” he gestured under water gaining a pout and a “skxawng” from you, but all he offered was a teasing smile.

You emerged again taking the spear from your Ilu. Soon Ao'nung's head popped next to yours. “we have to be quiet or the fish will swim away” he said after going down again.

You blinked. "Is he bipolar?"  You thought. One moment he was being an ass and later serious as fuck.

You followed him with your spear and behind a big coral. “Call for the fish”  he signed. You gave him a suspicious look as he was signing you to go in front of him, just like he did with Lo'ak once.

He rolled his eyes and his hair moved with the current. “I won't leave you behind” You carefully moved in front of him and turned your back to him.

You called for the fish and waited as some approached you. But before you could impale one you felt a pair of hands squeeze your waist.

Even if you knew it was him you still were surprised. Your neck quickly snapped to look at him.

All he did was placing a finger on his lips signing you to stay silent. You cocked your eyebrow and tried to get free from his grip, which only got stronger.

He then pointed at something far in front of you two. An enormous creature at least hundred feet away.

An Akula [the animal who attacked Lo'ak].

You immediately stopped moving around and stayed completely still in his grip.

His hands were really big... They could wrap your entire waist without too much effort. You forced yourself to focus on the damn gigantic fish. There was a meaning on why Tonowari sent his son with you. He was a great warrior.

“Do not move it can sense movements” he signed you with one hand. You didn't need him to say twice you already were completely still.

He then made a sound with his throat, again and again, that seemed to annoy the animal and it slowly swam away.

He sighed in relief still holding your waist. Quickly you turned to face him completely without breaking his grip.

“How'd you do that” you asked staring at his irises. He looked a bit surprised by your sudden move and curiosity.

“Every warrior has to learn how to do that” he signed as an answer and grinned. “Don't worry, you don't need to” he mockingly smiled. You shoved your hand on his face and tried to free yourself.

But he tightened his grip not letting you go. “what do you think you're doing?”  you looked at him narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing, what are you thinking?” he grinned at you with his usual expression but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes seemed to glow underwater releasing an unknown emotion from them, at least unknown to you.

Well you had an idea of what could that be but you couldn't believe he was experiencing it because of you. He was supposed to hate you right?

You won't lie that was making you kinda frightened. “We should complete out task first” you signed looking away from his gaze.

“First? Are you giving me the permission to do it?”  he smirked widely bringing your body closer to his.

“Do what?” You rolled you eyes, you were sure it was a damn joke so you tried to shake it off. But he was still smiling and staring into your golden orbs.

“Stop playing around Ao'nung” you signed pushing his chest with your hands. But he didn't move, on the contrary, he looked at you seriously.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his body “actually I'm serious” he signed with the other hand looking down.

It was then that you felt something poking on your stomach and you looked down. As soon as you did your eyes shot open and up to his.

Before you could form any thought he closed the distance that separated you. His lips found yours and he took advantage of your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Your hands gripped on his shoulder as you felt his fingers dig into your waist making you wince.

Unexpectedly you kissed back. You'd never imagined doing something like this with the one who was supposed to hate you.

His hardness was still poking your stomach making you realize you needed to breath, you broke the kiss but as soon as you did he chased your lips.

You covered his mouth with your hands to stop him. “I have to breath. skxawng”  you signed with a frown as you started to feel lightheaded.

He giggled going up and pulling you with him. As soon as you were out you inhaled deeply, “we must finish our tasks.” you said avoiding the topic of what just happened.

“You liked it mhh” he smiled widely staring into your irises. “The task can wait you know?” he chuckled “the fish are not going to disappear” you blushed lightly at his words.

“They will. You are the one who said to be silent or they will run away−”

Your mouth shot closed after your statement. "WHAT" you screamed in your mind, you couldn't believe your own words.

“Oh? forest girl are you worried about the sounds you'll be making?” you refused to look at him at this point.

“Don't worry, unless we do it underwater the fish won't run away too far” his nonchalantly statement made you feel weird.

But you didn't complain too much as he quickly wrapped you into his arms again leaning to the coral below you.

This time all he kissed was your neck as you two slowly sank again. And he made sure to leave hickeys on your soft skin so your little forest friends could see.

You resurfaced together and he called for his Ilu. “We'll have to move to the reefs roots” he said grabbing your wrist pulling you on his ilu with you.

You reached the rocks of the reef, he pulled you up and helped you out of the water, the cold air hitting your skin.

As long as the Ilu swam away he attacked your neck and collarbone with kisses and bites again causing your breath to hitch in surprise.

⇊incoming smut [if not comfy skip till the next warning]⇊

“I think we gotta take care of this” he whispered into your neck giving you goosebumps and slowly moving his hips forward.

You gasp as his pelvis rolled against yours. You were trapped between him and the rocks as he took advantage and bit your neck while grinding his hips into yours breathing heavily on your collarbone.

He chuckled. Your eyes darted to him as he was looking at his muscular thigh. You tilted your head with a questioning look. His eyes met yours.

“Well now, what is this?” he said pointing at your tail which was firmly wrapped around his thigh. Blood rushed to your cheeks at the realization.

You snatched it away, embarrassed by it's actions. It felt like your tail had it's own life at the moment... Or maybe not.

He quickly turned you around having your back pressed on his chest and lightly pushing your upper part into the hard surface.

Your breath hitched as he grabbed the base of your tail making you squeal in surprise. It speedily wrapped around his forearm as he lightly tugged on it. “I think I really like your thin tail” he said while he took your loincloth off.

He then proceeded to grind his clothed dick against your dripping entrance tugging at your tail.

You covered your mouth as a few whimpers escaped your lips. “Don't mute your sounds please” he groaned and bit the flesh between your neck and shoulder “I wanna hear”.

You felt him move his own loincloth revealing his shaft and lining up to your pussy. Your walls clenched at your emptiness feeling his cock poke your hole.

“So wet for me already?” he said mockingly teasing your entrance, he kneaded your ass and separated your ass cheeks to have more access.

“Shut up−” you mumbled wanting him to shut his trap and fuck your brain out. He leaned closer to your ear the angle making his dick poke against your inner thighs.

“We're too far to go back now” he growled trailing his canines from your neck to yor shoulder.

He shoved himself inside your quivering walls sighing in relief, you felt like your legs were about to give out right there and then.

“how you want me to do it?” he said next your ear wearing his smirk again. “Do it your worst” you teased whimpering. Your hand gripped his as he bottomed out, your face squished on the enormous root

He started to move making you clamp your hands on your mouth to hold your loud cries back. You still weren't adjusted to him so a stinning feeling filled your lower stomach making you squeal.

He pressed his hand on your abdomen feeling the small bulge that formed on it everytime he shoved inside.

Your moans and cries were desperate as the pain was starting to fade away, leaving you drowning into pleasure. He was tugging on your tail while thrusting deep into your clenching walls.

Your tail was still wrapped around his arm for dear life and your moans kept leaving your lips without stopping.

“Ugh− so tight-” he growled leaning closer to you and reaching a deeper spot into you.

You were still trying to hold your voice down but it wasn't going so well. Your head fell to the side and he immediately attacked your neck with love bites.

Your breath hitched as his teeth came in contact with your frail skin. He licked the small trail of blood. “Ao'nung−”

He pushed his abdomen forward hitting that spongy spot into you “taking me so deep- such a desperate whore huh- Y/n” his rasp voice cooed into your ear.

You felt your name falling from his lips, your thighs clenched in attempt to close only to be stopped from his leg stucking between yours.

His hands were holding your waist and pulling you to meet his pelvis, hitting deep inside you. Your breath hitched as he leaned onto your neck thrusting into you harder.

“Shit− yawne−” he breathed heavily as you were tightening his dick making it difficult to move. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge after hearing how he called you.

“-m close” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling the knot tighten and a stinning pleasure burning your abdomen.

Your legs started to get wobble under his touch. He started to grip yor hips harder, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Go on sweetheart” he breathes out holding your waist tightly “cum.” he stated making sure to shove his whole length inside you. “Cum for me”

The knot snapped right away. You came all over his dick screaming in pleasure. If he didn't hold you right now, you probably would have ended up falling on your knees.

Tears fell soaking your cheeks as he continued chasing his release. You felt him throb between your walls making you wince for the overstimulation.

He leaned his forehead on your shoulder and buried himself as deep as he could releasing his load in your insides.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, he exhaled on your neck not daring to pull out. Your legs winced softly.

“You shouldn't− have came inside fishlips” you said between your quick breathing. “Why not? You're gonna be my mate I don't see why I shouldn't have” he said slowly pulling out and leaning next to you.

⇈smut ends here⇈

“You− didn't mean it right?” you said with a slightly sad smile while looking at the water crushing on your feet.

“Oh no. I mean it.” your eyes widen at his words “i see you y/n and i want you to become my mate.” Silence fell on the two of you with only the sound of waves.

“I'll hunt. Wait here” you looked at him as he was already calling his Ilu. “What? No we're supposed to do it together.” you said frowning a bit.

“Don't worry forest girl I'll be back” he smiled placing a hand on his chest as you sounded so worried for him. You just rolled your eyes at him but before you could bite back he jumped in the water.

Time skip

You two eventually got back with a lot of fish. But only 'cause Ao'nung decided to hunt himself letting you sit on the root.

You still didn't talk about what happened to anyone but you were planning on doing that... just not so early.

Currently you were sitting outside your marui pod and let your legs sink in the cold water. You didn't saw Ao'nung since you were back from the hunting session.

You were wondering if it was all just a joke and he was already somewhere making fun of you. You shook your head at the bad thoughts you were formulating.

Right there and then something popped out the water between your legs making you falter. “Hey forest girl” a familiar voice said with an audible smirk through it.

You looked the ocean eyed na'vi float next to your feet. You were ready to bite back when you noticed he had his hair down. Again.

His hair were floating all around, some locks tickling your feet and ankles. You had to admit you were mesmerized by his beauty.

“Too stunned to speak?” he mockingly asked  while placing his hands on the sides of your thighs, on the material where you were sitting on. He pulled himself up with a splash-like sound until he met your eyes.

large droplets of water left his face dripping from his chin or slowly creeping down his jaw. Some of them framed his chest and abs, others his biceps.

He leaned in and kissed you. His lips were wet and cold against yours, warm and slightly dry. You closed your eyes losing yourself into his embrace.

You had to admit he was getting almost as big as his father... And that was a lot. He pulled away leaving your body all wet with the water that dripped from his arms.

“Hey fish lips” you tried not to sound shaky. His grin turned more upwards as a little purr left his throat “well, this fish lips just kissed the breathe out of you tho” he said looking at your reaction amused.

You really couldn't stop blushing. His words will eventually kill you one day.

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[aperiraa]

Lo’ak n neteyam as ghost face got me going crazyy bc ugh😍

They’d definitely be sum stalkers frl, like I’m talkin ab them taking pictures of you doing anything n everything,leaving you notes,watching you walk around the school making sure ur safe which all sounds cute until you find pictures of you changing js laying on ur bed, n obviously knowing who it is you go straight to the brothers n ask them wtf is up with that, n they apologize by blowing ur back TFFF out n making you wear one of their masks on top of it, while one of them is taking flics of u being an absolute slut for them

Ntm bc I’m on my period rn I cannot be saying ts💔

"You seein this bro?" -Neteyam when he fucking yo shit all the way up and Lo'ak behind the camera but he jus thumbs up cyz he too busy watching you and he got that big ass cloak on but his shi is rocked and when he get his turn he not taking it off he just lift that bad boy up and proceed to lay tha wood 😩

[thankeywa]

thankeywa MASTERLIST ✨

Thank you guys so much for 350 readers! This blog has been around for a few months now and it's finally time to make a coherent list of my works, those completed and to come. This list will be updated, for now here's some neat little summaries:

Lo'ak:

Star-crossed ( x fem!human!reader) parts: 1 _ 2 _ 3 _ 4 _ 5 _ 6 ongoing, NSFW in later chapters. Original story: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

Chosen ( x fem!Omaticaya!reader): completed, NSFW. Request summary: Lo'ak gets his heart broken when he finds out his best friend, future tsahik, has been promised to his brother Neteyam.

This must be the place ( x fem!human!reader): completed, SFW, pure fluff. Request summary: Lo'ak and reader struggle to find a quiet moment alone to share their first kiss.

The right profile ( x fem!Omaticaya!reader): completed, NSFW. Request summary: Lo'ak is in love with his best friend, but by the time her heat comes around and she's meant to choose a mate, he can't commit himself to her as he has repeatedly failed to show he's ready to be a valued member of the Omaticaya clan. Instead, he is tasked with the impossible job of finding a suitable mate for her. Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega tropes.

Cruel to be kind ( x fem!Omaticaya!reader): completed, NSFW. Request summary: Lo'ak can't stand his sister Kiri's best friend, but he finds himself in a bit of a predicament after the girl he loathes so much becomes the star of his dreams one faithful night.

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Helpless Masterlist

Main Masterlist Avatar Masterlist Jake Sully ML Tonowari ML

Pairing: Na'vi!female oc x Tonowari x Jake Sully

Warnings: blood, death, violence, character death, talk & mention of death, forced mating, previous relationship, more to come...

Description: She loved a Na'vi of the forest, but it could never be for he died before they could mate. She could find love but never keep it. Then in order to save her tribe, she was put in a mating for the better of the tribe, she was okay with it.

But something happened and one day she disappeared with out a trace when the tulkun came.

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Part IV:

Part V:

[laurusik]

GOOSEBUMPS

Neteyam x Lo'ak x navi-fem reader

SUMMARY : You were in a relationship with both brothers having to follow all their drastic rules. What happens if you disobey?

SIDE NOTE: request are open so ask for anything

English is not my first language so don't stone me guys

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI 18 + jealousy, possesivnes, threesome, oral (F receiving), a bit of binding, mentions of blood, edging

"I said I'm sorry" you sadly whimper, glistening eyes begging Lo'ak the release your neck from his unyielding grip. His pace is relentless dragging you by the nape of your neck to his hut. He doesn't respond to your pleas, his piercing stare putting you in your place instantly.

Lo'ak caught you flirting with another man, but what was more infuriating for him was the fact that you looked at him and shamelessly continued just to coax a reaction out of him.

You could feel his deadly lingering gaze burning holes into you back, yet you continued giggling and touching the man just so little but suggestively making his blood boil almost setting his body ablaze.

That's what got you in this situation in the first place. Your words getting the best of him only infuriating him more "Keep that mouth of your closed until I fucking tell you otherherwise" he hissed at you baring his fangs. The tension in the air almost suffocating making the quick trail feel like you're going for hours. Finally reaching his hut Lo'ak yanks you past the doorway sending your body stumbling to the ground.

Neteyams ears flickered at the sound of you entering, he stands up fom his place his amber orbs curiously watching the scene in front of him.

There is a look between the two brothers that makes your tail swish behind you anxiously watching them as they gaze at each other, their looks holding a message you're not privy to.

"What did she do this time" it was more of a statement than a question, your tail trashing against the wooden floor as your eyes skipped between the two brothers your body anticipating what's about the come.

"This little slut just can't keep her legs closed" Lo'ak almost growled out the answer his sharp teeth to full desplay"Go on tell him " His voice having the undertone of a smirk, your heart picked up it's pace the raspy tone of his voice making goosebumps appear all over your skin.

The silence was overpowering you didn't dare say a single word seeming like your lips are sewed shut. Neteyam just laughed at your behavior you looked like a deer stuck in the headlights trapped by the brothers completely at their mercy. There was no greater pleasure for you than taking all they desired like the good girl you were, falling apart at the slightest of their touch.

Lo'ak yanks you by the queue making you look at him glaring at you to concede before things get worse.

"I-I was flirting with someone" the uttered words being only a subtle whisper you prayed they wouldn't be able to hear. Your amber ayes averting Neteyams gaze your ears pinning back against your skull.

"What should we do with you pretty girl" Neteyams sighs out the words in a fond tone letting you be fooled be them.

"This needy pussy just needs a reminder who she belongs to" Lo'ak whispers against the shell of your ear his timber tone sending shivers down your spine, your stomach swirling with anticipation.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I will never do it again I'll be a good girl please" your desperate pleas hold no weight for the two brothers. Your doe eyes skip between them trying to lure remorse from them without any luck.

"You always say that dont you" Their words cold holding only lust in them, they're too far gone to be accepting your apologies now. There was no escape now you were trapped, and there never was especially when breaking their rules.

Neteyam sets his eyes on you and you instantly know what you need to do. With a pout on your face you untie your garments and discard them somewhere on the floor. Their amber lidded eyes making you feel vulnerable yet you can't get enough, their dark gazes making arousal pool in the pit of your stomach, carefully observing your every move.

Neteyam takes quick strides towards you capturing you in his arms and throwing you on the cot. Your body hits the plushy fur pellets with a loud thud. You don't even have time to register what just happened yet you instantly feel their hands on you moving you around to their desired position.

Your body freezes as you feel Lo'ak tying your hands to the headboard with a makeshift leather rope. He secures your wrist so tightly almost cutting of the circulation in them completely. You whine and trash yourself from side to side trying to flight the situation only angering them more making it eventually worse for yourself. Neteyam stops his silent deadly stare telling you all you need to know, he was trying to shut you up before he lost all his patience. You stopped trying to fight it, only whining and whimpering at the tight grip the straps had on your arms.

They circle around you slowly like vultures keening in on their prey. Lo'ak settled himself behind you and latched himself onto your neck biting the skin leaving purple marks everywhere he could reach. His sharp canines sunk themselves into the soft skin, you whimpered in pain, his tongue licking the blood dripping from the wound soothing the abused flesh. On the other hand Neteyam was placing open mouthed kisses on your thighs getting closer and closer to your dripping core.

You couldn't stand the pressure any longer you wanted to ease the throbbing of your pussy by squeezing your thighs but Neteyam held your legs open with a bruising grip not allowing you to move an inch. His hands groping every piece of flesh they could get on.

"Please Nete" You beg as huffs of air leave your mouth. Lo'ak pinches your nipple latching off of your neck with a pop his breathing raggedy "I thought you wanted this, throwing yourself at a man" he huffs out and keeps on twisting your sore nipples, the pain rippling along your skin with a familiarity you dread. There is a thin line between agony and bliss at this point.

Tears well behind your amber eyes, as Lo'ak takes random pauses between his abuse to rub and appreciate the red and flush peaks.

Neteyam unexpectadly sucks at your clit making you wreath and squirm underneath him. His hands keep you in place without struggle. The movements of his tongue sending white hot pleasure thru out your entire body making your vision blurry. He runs his finger along your soaked folds stopping right on your enterace. You try to wessel your way down to push his finger inside you but fail miserably.

"Please - please Nete I will do anything!" you wince as tears leave your eyes, your fucked out state leaving the brothers roaring in laughter. A gleeful smile spreads along his lips. He doesn't say anything as he leans forward and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

His finger rubbing slow circles around your enterance and coming up to your clit. Your moans are greedyli swallowed by his kiss. He expertly rubs your clit the squelching sounds and heavy breathing fills the room.

Your legs are shaking from the amount of stimulation from his fingers, you can only scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring every corner of your mouth laisurely, ocassionaly biting your bottom lip. Lo'aks fingers rub soothing circles onto your sweat covered chest. The pleasure becomes dizzying with every stroke of his fingers inside your folds.

Neteyam continues the assault on the sensitive bud slipping a finger inside you. The combined pleasure enough to push you over the edge. You scream out their names the pleasure so overwhelming it makes you see stars like the world around you is spinning in circles.

Lo'ak slapps you across the face just as your eyes were starting to close "Come on baby wake up, can't have you passing out now can we?"

Okay tell me how I did please +if you want a part 2

I hope you enjoyed and also I didnt proofread again so... sorry for that :3

@tiredmamaissy I hope I didn't disappoint you with this Issy <33

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DAY 18 - MIRROR SEX

Parings: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI + 18, no use of Y/N, SMUT, ANGST, friends with benefits, hookups, enemies to lovers, revenge sex, anger sex, rough sex, mirror sex, P in V, cream pie, Lo'ak loves video games, they both have issues, both toxic. All characters are AGED-UP.

Word Count: 4,2k

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One nice thing about having a human outpost near the village? Video games.

Lo’ak was compulsively pressing his thumbs and index fingers on the PlayStation controller. It was outdated and small in his hands, but the rich assortment of games to draw from was worth the effort. His fingers scanned the incessant succession of attacks, parries, and rolls he forced his PC to perform sequentially. Attack, dodge, attack, then roll, move away and heal, repeat again. His agitation and nervousness were directly proportional to the passage of time, which increasingly made him hold his breath and twist his guts in on themselves. The boss he was fighting with was really tough, he had been defeated countless times, but never, ever, did he give up. On the contrary, every time he started the boss-fight he felt more and more charged and willing, and finally, all his willpower was about to pay off. It was knocking that giant bearded knight hooded in red down this time. The tip of his tongue peeped out from his contracted lips in pure concentration, and his fingertips pressed ever more neurotically on the keys of the joystick, which he brought closer and closer to his chest as if the proximity helped to increase the force of the blows he was piercing Gael with. He squinted his eyes, thumbs aching from exertion — if he didn't get tendonitis this time, he would never get it — when a sharp sound distracted him.

Dammit, not now!

Undaunted he kept pressing X, circle, R1, dodge, now loaded shot. It was close. Very close indeed, but the trilling of the doorbell would not cease, becoming more and more insistent, in a harassing call that seemed to drill straight through his brain, until it stopped in a dazed knocking.

What the fuck, she's going to kick down the door!

He had already figured out who it was, there was only one person who knew that when he was locked there, there was no other way to get him out. He got up from the couch huffing, and threw the controller between the cushions. His revenge against Gael had gone to hell and, stifling a few expletives, went to open the door, already ready to welcome his sister through his piqued tongue. But the outburst died in the bud as soon as he saw her face flooded with tears that gushed from her lower eyelids like waterfalls. He stared at her taken aback; he had never seen his little sister so upset. Usually, it was laughter that unmolded her face, not tears.

“Tuk…”

At the sound of her name, the girl threw herself on his lean chest, clutching his shoulders, and cried. Among the sobs, he recognized one sentence, "I am ugly. Ugly and weird." “Wait,” he pulled her inside the room, escorting her in the direction of the sofa, "Let's not talk on the door, sit down.” He then walked to the kitchen, where he retrieved a large glass of water and handed it to her as he took a seat at her side. Tuk looked at him for only one excruciating instant, before setting her sad, hard, candy-gloss eyes on the glass, clenched between trembling hands, but it was enough to chill him like a gunshot with a silencer. You don't hear the shot and by the time you realize it, it's too late, the bullet has already pierced your flesh and reached your heart.

“What happened?”  She hesitated before spitting between her teeth, “Mawoë.”  Lo'ak sighed, “What did he do this time?” “He said I'm weird,” she repeated bitterly, “That my kuru (neural queue) is repulsive.” 

Big brother rested his elbows on his knees, gathering his head between his palms, raven braids covered his ice-cold irises. He took his time before replying; he didn't want to come across as too brusque or insensitive, not when his beloved little sister was shattered in front of him. It wasn’t so often that Tuk, like Neteyam, was targeted for her hybrid origins. Unlike him and Kiri, they did not have such obvious human traits. Although the avatars were produced to be virtually identical to the Na'vi, they had distinctive features inherited from the human genome. The most obvious were eyebrows, a firmer musculature, smaller eyes, a more pronounced nasal septum, and, of course, the infamous five digits on each hand and foot. Lo'ak owned most of these. But there was another, much more difficult to detect that was common to all four Sully siblings and that brought out into the open even those two for whom Eywa seemed to have had a keen eye.

The position of the queue.

The queue of an avatar starts at the base of the skull, whereas a Na'vi queue starts at the top of it. Although noticing it was not immediate, its conformation necessarily involved readjusting traditional hairstyles, which on them did not open up where they normally would. In a way, he was impressed that a child noticed, but the act of bullying was inexcusable. Not that he was surprised. The Metkayina had proved to be intolerant and closed-minded from the start, and this kid was the younger brother of one of Ao'nung's friends, one of those who had dragged him at the Three Brothers.

“We were playing when he picked up my tswin (queue, braid) and said it sucked. Everyone else started laughing at me, saying it was the aliens' tswin.” Her big yellow eyes filled with salty drips again, breaking her voice as her grip tightened on her glass. Lo'ak clenched his fists in anger and clenched his jaw. The urge to swoop out of the lab and smash someone's face becoming more impelling with every second. It was the reaction he would have for anyone, but to make Tuk Tuk cry like that was truly unforgivable. Evidently the famous Forest Boys vs. Fish Lips fistfight had not been enough; they needed a reminder.

He laid a hand on her shoulder, conciliating, and drew her close to him, letting Tuk rest his head in the crook of his neck, where she released a deep sigh, broken by the now exhausted weeping. “Everything will work out, I'll take care of it.”  A final sob gave way to a weak laugh. The little girl guessed perfectly what her brother meant, but she simply nodded, snuggling closer to him, barely rubbing her index finger and thumb on the pendant he wore around his neck, “Will you let me play?”  He puffed out a smile: his sister was back. “All right, but you should get Mom to clean you up. You're dirty with sand.” All perky the little girl rushed to the door, “Get ready to lose!”

He dropped sitting on the bed in the adjoining room, huffing in distress as he untied the band he wore on his left arm, which slid down to the floor as if it had a will of its own. He huffed a second time, stooping to the floor to pick it up, but his noisy breathing turned into a tremor the instant two tapering hands clutched at his chest, eagerly smoothing his entire torso from his pecs to the edge of his loincloth. The confusion and surprise vanished from his face at the exact moment when one of the hands seeped into the fabric, in a clear attempt to reach the manly part scarcely concealed by it.

“Tuk could be back any minute,” he chided in a gasp, blocking the hand with his palm, a gesture that only worsened the effect the girl was already having on him. The bulge between his legs was a glaring demonstration. His breathing became heavier as her delicate hands returned to caress his chest, while her lips lapped softly at the sensitive epidermis of his earlobe, where she whispered persuasively, “So? You've been playing for hours, completely ignoring me.”

From what pulpit, he would have liked to retort, but instead he replied, “You jumped on me as soon as I got here. Isn't that enough for you?” “I can never get enough of your cock,” she emphasized, wrapping his hard member with an eagerness that caused him to gasp and shudder down his spine. Only her touch could make him react like that.

You can do without me, though, can't you?

As much as Lula'ni's attentions were appreciated, if not coveted at this juncture, Lo'ak could not let go as usual. Not after Tuk's words; the pain that twisted her cute little face, and the feeling of helplessness still so vivid. They take hold of your being as if it were your own blood that drags them along the pathways that nourish the whole organism; oxygen that preserves and destroys life. For Mawoë was not only brother to that idiot who followed Ao'nung everywhere like a licker, he was also brother to the girl who was now pumping him at a slow and deadly pace, waiting for him to succumb to his own weaknesses.

Ironic, isn't it?

But after all, that was why their little game had begun. Lo'ak had seduced and deflowered her out of spite, to take some sort of revenge — he had failed with Tsireya, so why not try his luck with the sister of asshole No. 2? Lula’ni on the other hand... He couldn’t tell why she had been playing along; it was rather obvious that she was not naive enough not to see his real intentions masquerading as flirtation. It was probably because of his appearance, so unusual for a Na'vi, his outcast, alien aura. Out of curiosity and transgression. Enough to let that game go on until now and evolve into an odd friendship.

The young woman instantly sensed the disturbance and, understanding and sweet, she interrupted her warm advances, cupping his face between her fingers and forcing him to look at her. "Lo'ak, what's wrong?" His golden orbs were lost in the vast, calm waters that were her irises, but he found no peace in them, only lies and the terrible, vivid knowledge that he had wasted his time with her. How could such welcoming eyes, kissed by the kindness of a river, belong to such a cruel woman?

Beautiful on the outside, rotten on the inside.

Over the months she had only become better at making a pretty face. At least she used to show herself for what she really was and that was one of the reasons why, no matter how infuriating it was, she had always attracted him. Lula'ni felt no fear or remorse at being herself. She mocked him, at the time, for that very appearance that had driven her into his arms and impaled her on his cock. It was precisely her doggedness that made him question the motivation behind her inexplicable interest in tormenting him. To call it 'torment' was a bit much, but she loved to poke him, as if to nick him, to make him feel as small as an insect to be squashed. But Lo'ak was no insignificant bug. He was a wasp ready to sting. In fact, he never wasted any time in penetrating her soft, well-groomed skin, make it purple with its venomous forked tongue.

Oh, how it infuriated her at first; it was a sight! Fury that gradually faded into respect, into a continuous provocation aimed at teasing a reaction that had now become her drug. She liked the way he stood up to her, liked the painful stabs to her self-esteem. It brought them closer and closer. So much so that one day, hidden behind a palm tree, the sting found its way into the girl's battered heart, thanks to a sudden wet and messy kiss that later turned into a stolen virginity on the beach on a festival night. Lula'ni could make up all the lies she wanted, but he knew he was the first to take possession of that amazing body. He wasn't sure if he was the only one to have had her after that, but he was certainly the only one to have loved her in spite of himself. That was why she always came back to him.

“Don't you feel like it?” she asked offended. Lo'ak rolled his eyes. As usual, her insecurities, steeped in selfishness and narcissism, took over. She paid no attention to the little girl he had mentioned earlier. He was tempted to kick her out of his bed, out of the lab and finally out of his life, because he had reached the end of his tether. He could no longer tolerate the egocentricity of the beautiful girl in front of him. Being a secret was no longer enough for him. It was time to make a choice: come out or go their separate ways. Too many opportunities to be happy with someone else he had given up for her, it was time for her to get the two in spades.

But not tonight.

Tonight the hangdog expression seeking reassurance and those curves, hidden by the sheets, still had the effect of clouding his brain, of making his blood drain all over to fill his substantial shaft like a sponge. And why not? Make her pay for how Mawoë had mistreated Tuk. An eye for an eye.

A violent spark ignites the automatic motor that animates his primal urges. He lifted her easily by her ass and pushed her onto the bed, who giggled in satisfaction as she positioned herself between his thighs, already ready to receive him. She loved being taken like this, almost violently; it was a poignant sensation of submission that drove her mad, made her feel irresistible. As if she was able to activate those animal instincts that so many people try to put to sleep. And partly that was so, but not entirely; in this instant it was the desire to return to her at least an ounce of the suffering she had given him that moved him. All this time she had been using him; it was time to return the favor. He wasn't going to love her tonight, no, he was just going to fuck her, and then have her spit out the truth and thrown Lula’ni away if necessary.

Lo'ak hastily shrugged off the tewng with one hand as he unceremoniously sucked a couple of phalangi and stepped past the sheets, not at all surprised to find no barrier garment between his fingers and her intimacy. “I'm already wet,” she whispered sensuously in his ear as she clung to his shoulders with her hands. He said nothing to this sentence, didn't even nod, just pushed himself all the way in, not caring about her moan of pain and the nails that dug into his flesh. She liked it that way, brutal. Beneficial at the moment, it allowed him to pour all his resentment directly into her. He plugged her mouth with his palm to quiet her obscene and embarrassing cries, “They'll hear you,” he scolded breathlessly. “Who cares,” she huffed between uncontrolled yowls. He clenched his fists, imprisoning part of the mattress cover, coming almost completely out of her and then penetrating her with even more energy than before, totally shocking her.

“What's the matter with you?” she asked overflowing with lust from both her high-pitched voice and her shiny, gem-round eyes. “You don't care,” he thrusted even harder, “You don't fucking care about anything or anyone besides yourself,” he quickened his pace, ignoring her rebukes. He wanted to finish as soon as possible; he was hating every single moment when her tight, enveloping walls suffocated his manhood.  At one point he felt a searing heat take over his entire lower abdomen, giving rapid convulsions of obvious significance; he was on the edge, endurance included. It came out of her in the midst of ejaculation, soiling the young woman here and there, who grunted in dissatisfaction. She sat down with her back resting on the backrest, bringing the bedspread down to cover her nakedness as his eyes of icy fire pierced her from side to side. 

“Have you lost your mind?” she asked hostilely. “How long do we have to go on like this?” “Mind to be clearer?” she taunted him sarcastically. “I got tired of this back-and-forth, Lula. You don't want to be with me, but you won't let me live my life. When I'm finally moving on here you reappear, screwing everything up!”  “Stop yelling.” “Are you afraid someone will hear us fighting? To be heard getting fucked is neither hot nor cold to you though. In fact, you like it.” “Lo’ak.” “Leave,” he chuckled coldly. “What?” she blinked a few astonished times, squeezing herself into the sheets. “Are you deaf? Get the fuck out, I never want to see you again.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s over, Lula’ni. This...,” he pointed alternately at their chests, “...indefinite thing between us is over. I’m sick of it. Find yourself another fuck buddy.”

The Metkayina bowed her head on the blanket clutched to her chest and, in a whisper, asked, “What if I told you I didn’t want to be just bedfellows anymore?” “I wouldn’t believe it,” he spat, “To you I’ve always been just a skilled plaything between the sheets.” “N-no, that’s not—.” “Don’t add any more bullshit. I know way too well someone like me has nothing to do with someone like you. The whole clan hates me. Demon blood. Alien. That’s all they see. It would be a snub to your image, I get that. And I was okay with it at first; a friendship with benefits. After all, what else could I expect from you? Normally you wouldn’t even look at me.” “So you were with me just as a sort of payback.” I was with you 'cause I fell in love even with your malignancy, “You were with me just to comfort yourself, my feelings never mattered much to you. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my interest in you.” “Y-yes, but—.” “But you don’t reciprocate and you took advantage of that. That’s all,” he concluded disappointedly, rising from the bed in his birthday suit. His back facing her as he looked out on the placid sea out the window, dominated by a red sunset, which gave the room that cozy warmth typical of the seaside. All around was calm and still, not a breath of wind shook the foliage of the few trees around there, as the first lights of the village were beginning to come alive. Awa’atlu for a small village on an islet was quite lively at night.

Lo’ak leaned against the window jamb with his right hand, arm outstretched to support himself, back hunched as if a cramp was bending him in two. The girl’s hand rested delicately on his deltoid, stroking it up, reaching the upper edge of his left shoulder blade, grazing its outline to his right one, and then slipping over his ribs, while her other hand smoothed his lats on the other side of his torso. Her fingers cautiously tickled his epidermis, going to place on his pectorals. Lo’ak felt himself being pulled backward, and in the process he felt her breasts adhere to his back and her lips rest on the center of his spine.

“Why are you still here?” He wanted to loosen her grip, tug her away, but he couldn’t; the dull ache he felt was too great. “Because I love you,” her mouth was so close to his skin that he shivered. “Stop fooling me.” “I’m not,” she lifted herself up on her toes and placed a kiss between his shoulders, “I love you. I’ve always loved you, but for too long I was attached to the ideal of the popular girl, to the image I had to maintain. I don’t need that anymore." He turned just enough to look over his shoulder lit by the faint blush of the dying sun; the light was so faint that it showed almost no color. “With you I'm happy, you are the only one who understands me and I want everyone to know we are made for each other.” He stared at her open-mouthed and she smiled with that sweet, sincere grimace that only with him had she allowed herself to show, moving to face him truly naked for the first time.

Lula’ni had emerged from the chrysalis, the pupa had become a butterfly.

“Can you forgive me for all the harm I have done to you, and to your family, with my stupidity? Will you start afresh with me?” The Omatikaya framed a hand at the height of their navels with a sly smile, “How do you do? I'm Lo’ak.” She laughed, with that crisp, slightly squeaky laugh that always infused him with warmth, “Lula’ni.” When their palms met, he drew her to him and then gathered her face with both hands, shaking out her silky hair, and kissed her slowly and softly, without that cupidity that used to queen their entwined tongues. Tonight, for the first time, he kissed Lula’ni as one kisses a bride, not a lover. And finally he smiled, resting his forehead on hers, as a couple of joyful tears watered his half-closed eyes, “At last you're mine.” “I’ve always been yours.”

Maybe it was from joy, maybe it was from their unclothed bodies brushing against each other, but Lo’ak felt something firm and substantial pull him toward her belly, who giggled with amusement and a hint of mischief. “Are you about to apologize for just now?” she asked, teasing his dick with a sharp fingernail from the base to the tip. Automatically his hands went to squeeze her rear, forcing her back to the center of the room, “I’m going to make you forget all the nights we were just friends.” Lula’ni arched an eyebrow, encircling his neck and caressing the hair on his nape, as she gave herself the momentum to let him take her in his arms and feel the urgency that pervaded her. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” she said defiantly.

He set her down on the shelf where the sink was embedded, stripping her of her chest cover as he greedily kissed her cleavage. The girl abandoned herself against the surface of the mirror, sighing the moment the laces of the tight loincloth unfastened with a snap, exposing her naked, hairless womanhood, moistened at his mere touch. “Come in,” she whispered in his ear, clinging to his neck; with her fingers twisted in his raven hair, she spread her thighs to make room for him. No need to have her repeat herself twice, because he penetrated her and her voice filled his hearing with guttural murmurs, cadenced by the rhythm of his lunges.

Suddenly, Lula’ni let herself slide down the shelf and his phallus capitulated inexorably out, during a stifled but overflowing ‘no’ of disapproval. With a wry grin plastered on her face, the girl turned around, leaning forward, putting her butt in plain view. The message was clear. He grabbed her by the side with one hand and with the other held his erection, which, after a couple of attempts, returned perfectly to its place. To feel so wrapped up and warm was wonderful. Lo’ak began thrusting again, and with each thrust, Lula’ni’s throat ripped with moans that were increasingly high-pitched, but also choked by the extreme proximity between vocal emissions.

This was their favorite position. And if merely having her in such a submissive pose already aroused him, the presence of the mirror, the sight of their bare bodies, their faces rouged by exertion and deformed by unbridled lust reflected back, so much went to his head that he lost what tiny shred of lucidity he preserved. Ferment that went hand in hand with the borderline absurd little games she played with her pelvic floor muscles, which widened and tightened to her liking and the cadence she wanted to give them, clamping them until they almost pushed him out and then sucked him in.  And the attempt to control his orgasm went to hell as well; it poured out with such impetus that it surprised her in a final painful plunge, which made her cry out in pleasure, coming sitting upright.

Lo’ak slumped on his back exhausted, his forearms trembling with fatigue, anchored to the edge of the granite shelf. “You looked like a crazy pali’ (direhorse),” she breathed, “Amazing!” Lula’ni’s subtle laughter broke violently into one last high moan, and the ecstasy on her expression was so sublime it went to his head. Her back collided with a sticky clatter against his chest, and her fingernails crawled over the basin in a vain attempt to hold on to something, clouded by the frenzy. But the release was still far from over; it was creaming on him as if he were an icing cake. 

For a nanosecond his sister’s face flew over his mind. Kissing his now-girlfriend, he cast a very brief glance at the door, as if he could look through it, and formulated a single thought.

Hope you’re not coming right now, Tuk. Sorry.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxnafor the prompt!

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Pretty, But Not Stupid

Extra of Hunting the Tawtute

Kinkmas Day 10: Breath Play

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: AgedUp!Lo’ak, Dark!Lo’ak, ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Breath Play, Choking, Size Difference, Alien Genitalia, Oral (male receiving), P in V, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Scenting, Mention of knots (but no knotting yet), Slight threesome (and Dark!Neteyam), Mentions of death/dead bodies, Reader is not having a good time (although idk...i think she’s having a great time), Mentions of war

A/N: Guess who’s back, besties!! Been MIA, slacking on prompts, and about to lose my fucking mind with all my family around, but I somehow got this done and I’m about to read as many fics as I can before someone else demands my attention.

A/N 2: This was not intended to be a full Part 2 yet, but it's way too long to be called a drabble. So I’m calling it an extra for now until I decide what to call it lmao. Hope y’all like it 🧡

A/N 3: DEDICATED TO @oakbuggy AND THEIR AMAZING ARTWORK (Everyone stop reading and go look at their art rn, all of them are god-tier but the one for Hunting the Tawtute definitely holds a special place in my heart. Thank you again, Buggy! You're amazing!)

Summary: With their father’s impending retirement as Olo’eyktan, Neteyam has more responsibilities to the clan and less time to see his favorite human. Thankfully, Lo’ak is there to pick up the slack.

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

Translations:

Vrrtep - Demon

Tawtute - Human

Sevin - Pretty

Palulukan - Apex predator resembling a lion or panther

(Mountain) Banshee/Ikran - Large, dragon-like aerial predators

Mawey - Calm

Narlor - Beautiful

Tam tam - Calm, be content, there there

Srane - Yes

Yawne - Beloved

Paskalin - Sweet berry (term of endearment)

Their father is stepping down as clan leader - at least that’s what Lo’ak tells you when he comes to visit you in the isolated hut the brothers have set up for you on the side of a cliff face. It was for your own protection, they told you. You couldn’t stay in the village yet, their father would never allow it, and you clearly couldn’t be trusted not to run away if they built you something on the forest floor. 

“Tawtutes with their tiny brains are stupid,” Neteyam had sneered as he hauled your combined weight up the cliff side. Your arms locked around his neck tightly, legs wrapped around his lithe torso as your eyes squeezed shut, determined not to look at the insane height you were being pulled to. “You might think to run away and then become the next meal of a hungry Palulukan.”

“Nah, bro,” Lo’ak said, the grin on his face audible in his teasing words as he climbed up the cliff behind you, ready to catch you if you decided to end it all right there and try your hand at plummeting to your death, no doubt. “Our little vrrtep would never run from us. Right, sevin?”

The hut they built for you was as cozy as it could be. Assembled further into the cave and away from the treacherous cliff side, thick material wrapped around sturdy posts to keep out any harsh weather that the cave itself couldn’t keep out. They’d given you plenty of blankets, assuring you that even though your human nose can’t smell it, their scent is all over them.

“To keep you smelling like us, when we can’t be here to do it ourselves.”

But they’re always around, day after day they come for you. Lo’ak grinning a deceivingly sweet smile and Neteyam’s amber eyes burning holes into your face as they grab at you, pulling you towards them as they all but rip off the loincloth and chest covering they gave you, baring your marked up body to their hungry gazes. They spread you open, fucking you and fucking you until you’re a crying overstimulated mess, drooling and teary under your mask as they fill you up. 

They know exactly how to touch you, where to press, where to rub, where you’re most sensitive. They learned how to play with your body better than you could ever know how, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling, exhausted body until your left limp and they’ve decided they’ve had enough for the day. 

Your body still struggles to take their cocks (although they love to tell you that you were made for it - “made to be our little cocksleeve”). Your only saving grace is that they’re still not sure if they can knot you. They’ve gotten close to trying, instincts desperate to push that large ball of tissue at the base of their cocks inside your already stuffed to the brim pussy. You feel how they test the resistance, pushing juuuusttt a little deeper, the swollen knot stretching you even farther than you ever thought you could stretch before they back off. 

When they fill you full of their cum, it’s with their own hand squeezing tightly around the knot. 

Usually, it’s both of them. This time, you’re shocked to see only Lo’ak climbing over the edge of the cliff. 

“Neteyam sends his regrets,” Lo’ak says, kneeling down to wrap his arms around your body and press his face into your neck. His flat nose presses against your rapidly increasing pulse point and breathes in your scent. “He said to tell you that he’s sorry he won’t be able to visit you today, but that he’ll make sure to come see your pretty face and fill your tight pussy tomorrow.”

Your face flushes hot at his words, shivering when his nose slides up to nudge just behind your ear, but you stay silent. 

“But that’s good news for me,” He continues. “Because that means I get you all to myself for tonight.”

Neteyam isn’t coming to visit you today because their father is stepping down as clan leader, which means increased training, more hours at council meetings, and less time to sneak off with his captive human. 

“What does that mean?” You can’t help but ask. Lo’ak’s hands smooth down your sides, large palms dragging over your bare skin until they’re squeezing your ass. Your voice cracks at the feel, but you push on, your eyes doing their best to keep contact with his bright amber ones. “Your father stepping down? What does that . . .” 

What does that mean for me?

“Nothing you have to worry about right now,” He says.

Without warning, he stands, pulling you with him so your legs wrap around his torso as he supports you with a hand on your ass. A loud yip rips from his throat, echoing through the cave as he walks you both towards the cliff’s edge. The responding roaring shriek makes you cower against him as the large dragon-like animal lands on the platform behind you, wings flapping hard against the wind. 

“We’re going on an adventure,” Lo’ak says as he walks you closer to the banshee. You whimper, arms locking around his neck so tight you’d think you would be choking him if you could think straight. But you’re not, head whipped around staring wide eyed at the monstrous creature as it turns its head sideways to stare back at you. 

“Lo’ak, no,” You beg through gritted teeth, but he ignores you as he approaches the banshee, his hand settling lovingly on its snout. 

“Mawey,” he coos, carefully rubbing along the blue leathery skin on the banshee’s snout, but you’re not sure if he’s trying to calm the large animal or you. “Mawey, narlor,”

“Lo’ak, no,” You plead, still clinging to his upper body. Tears pool in your eyes and a panicked whimper escapes your lips when you feel the puffing breath of the mountain banshee on your back. “Please, please, no!”

But you’re ignored again, even when your body goes rigid at the feel of that rounded snout pressing against the curve of your spine, hot exhales practically burning your skin as the banshee sniffs at you. Fuck, fuck–you could die. Right now, you could die in a second, that snout pressing into your skin could disappear, replaced with dual rows of long curved teeth that would take only a second to open and bite down and rip you clean in half. 

You can hear the smile in Lo’ak’s voice from where your mask is digging into his collarbone, his soft murmurs of encouragement loud even through your terrified thoughts. “Srane, tam tam. Look at my two beautiful girls, getting along so well.”

He moves swiftly, not leaving room for any more pleading as he bonds with his banshee and climbs on, bringing your clinging body with him. The rush of air as the large animal takes flight makes you squeeze Lo’ak tighter, desperate for safety as you feel the wind bat at your back as the banshee cuts through the sky like a bullet from a gun. 

“Is this all it takes for you to cling to me, sevin?” Lo’ak teases as he rests a secure hand on your trembling figure, all five fingers spread so wide that they nearly span the entirety of your back. “A little ikran ride and I get you all cuddled up, nice and close?”

You ignore his dig, teeth clenching together as you fight to find your voice around the wind rushing around your ears. “W-where are we going?”

Lo’ak nudges his chin against the top of your head. “You’ll see,”

The flight feels like hours. Hours of watching miles and miles of trees and forest thousands of meters below from over Lo’ak’s shoulder. Logically, you know you’re exaggerating. It hasn’t been hours, and even though you’re still high enough to die as a splat on the ground if you were to fall, it's probably not as high as it feels. But heights have never been your friend, and frankly, neither has time management. 

It’s only when the banshee lowers to the ground and Lo’ak dismounts, depositing you on your own two unsteady feet, that you realize where he’s brought you on your ‘adventure’. 

Your mouth opens in horror at the remains of your old home. The RDA outpost, a once tall and strong fortress that housed the lives of hundreds of humans, now practically nothing more than a heap of rubble. The walls once meant to provide safety to those within them have crumbled down, victims of their own explosives used against them by the enemy. Debris lines the paved ground, thick boulders and metal platings that were once walls, bullet shells glinting in the sunlight. There’s a few AMP suits scattered around the battlefield - you can’t see inside them from your vantage point, and you’re terrified of what you might see if you get too close. 

“This way, tawtute,” Lo’ak says, reaching for your hand, but you yank it away before he can grab it. 

“No,” You say, but the firmness in your voice is overshadowed by the shakiness. “No, I’m not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,”

Another headshake. “No,”

Quick as lightning, his hand shoots out and grabs the bottom of your mask, gripping on the valve at the bottom as he bends down so his face is level with yours.

“Demon,” He growls, fangs on display for just a moment. A warning. “You are pretty, but not stupid. You do as I say.”

Fear claws at your throat and your hands immediately latch onto his wrist, silently begging for him to not pull your mask off. He never does, and neither does Neteyam. Not as a punishment at least. When they use your mouth, there’s always a warning - a “hold your breath, yawne,” before the air is cut off from your lungs and your mouth is full of alien cock. But the fear never leaves, the possibility is always there at the forefront of your mind, and you cling to his wrist like the lifeline it is. 

Lo’ak’s face softens at your expression, grip loosening from your mask as his hand slides to cup the back of your neck. “You know I would never hurt you. You need to trust me,”

Hesitantly, you shake your head again. You’re pushing your luck, you know it. But you’ve learned Lo’ak is the more lenient of the brothers and will tolerate more ‘disobedience’ than Neteyam will. “I can’t,”

“Yes, you can. Nothing in there will hurt you. If anyone is left in there, they’re dead,”

And that’s the problem. The terror of facing the place where life as you knew it was ended in a heartbeat. If there’s still people in there, people you once knew, people you talked to, some people who were good, lying on the ground . . . lifeless . . .

In the end, it’s not a choice. Lo’ak sighs, pulling you back in his arms and cradling you to his chest like a toddler. You sniffle, eyes sliding shut, determined to not watch as he walks you towards the remains of the outpost. 

It’s hard to admit, but being carried by the brothers can be really soothing if you let it. They move swiftly, with grace and confidence in every step, careful not to jostle you despite the usually uneven terrain of the forest. It’s even smoother now as Lo’ak walks across the flat pavement of the base. If you close your eyes, it can almost feel like you’re floating.

There’s a loud chu-chunk sound followed by the rapid hiss of air and the loss of sunlight behind your closed lids. You open your eyes to see that Lo’ak has found a still intact entrance, the airlock working to adjust the oxygen levels to whatever lies beyond the interior door. He smiles when the pressure stabilizes, opening the door and stepping into the inside of the base. This time, he doesn’t warn you when he pulls off your mask, the sound of escaping air hitting your ears, but you don’t choke. Instead you can breathe, deep complete breaths without the need for a mask covering your face. 

Lo’ak wastes no time nuzzling his face against yours, sliding his cheek across every new inch of face and neck that he can comfortably reach, a deep content rumble vibrating through his chest. 

Scenting you. 

“I can smell you,” He whispers, lips pressing against your cheek. “Not just you right now, but where you were, where you’ve been, here, within these walls.”

“W-what?”

His feet carry him, guided by an old scent that you can hardly believe is here after so long. But it is, it has to be - you know the journey, have walked it hundreds of times during your time on Pandora, but you can’t imagine that Lo’ak would. You don’t think he ever went inside the outpost during the attack. He shouldn’t know that it's the second hallway instead of the first, shouldn’t know it’s two left turns and one right, and that your door is the 3rd on the left. But he does. 

He even knows which bed was yours and which was your roommate’s, only confirmed when he drops you down onto the thin RDA issued mattress against the far side wall. You land with a yelp, bouncing slightly from the force of the drop, but your noise of surprise is cut off by Lo’ak’s lips against yours.

“Stupid humans,” He growls against your lips. “Can't even breathe air without help. Wish I could teach you, so I wouldn’t have to go without your pretty lips on mine every day.”

You whine into the kiss, his big lips nearly twice the size of yours as they capture your mouth completely. It’s not the first time he’s kissed you, but it’s the first time you can breathe while it happens. 

He pulls away after a few more kisses, his breathing shallow as he reaches for something tied to his loincloth. It’s only then that you see the CO2 mask that’s been attached to his hip this whole time. He pulls the cross strap around his body, the mask hanging low on his chest and the CO2 canister hanging around his hip. He brings the mask to his face with one hand, taking in a few deep breaths, while the other hand works at the ties on his loincloth. 

The material of his covering falls to the ground and he drops the mask in favor of gripping your chin, thumb rubbing soothingly across your cheek. 

“Someone wants to play with you,” He purrs. “Be a good girl and invite him out, okay?”

Your breathing is shaky as you rise up on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress as you come face to face with the flat plane hiding Lo’ak’s cock. His hand moves to the back of your head, guiding you forward until your lips press against the smooth space between his thighs. 

Experience has you knowing what to do now, how to hold onto his thighs with both hands to keep yourself steady as you pepper gentle kisses along the hidden slit. Lo’ak tips his head back at the feel of your tongue sliding along the seam, little teasing kitten licks against the engorging slit that are always from him demanding them, demanding the slower teasing buildup, rather than you being coy. 

He pushes your face harder against him, hissing a ‘yeah, good girl. Like you fucking mean it,’ as he urges you to lick him deeper. When his slit opens, puffy and dripping, you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips as the sweet taste of his slick coats your tastebuds. It controls your body, whatever is in the slick. You feel it, making your body heat up, making you want things you definitely don’t - and you’re in the thick of it now, no mask or breathing breaks to cut whatever effects it usually has on you. It sets your body on fire now, making your thighs clench together as wetness pools in your core, and your brain fuzzes as the first touch of Lo’ak’s cock teases your lips as it starts to slip past the slit. 

You don’t know how long he keeps you there, sucking his cock. He’s dragging it out, taking advantage of the rare opportunity he has now of you without your mask. He drags your mouth along his cock, staring down at you with hooded eyes and letting you suckle gently on the lavender tip. Sometimes he’ll growl, pushing you down harder on his length just to hear you gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Other times he’ll pull you off completely, twisting your head so that your lips wrap around his girth from the side, before sliding you slowly back and forth along his length, tongue running over each and every bump and barb along the hot cerulean skin, the bright bioluminescent freckles decorating his cock practically shining under the layer of slick and saliva. 

When he’s finally used you to tease himself enough, he pushes you back flat on the bed, large hands wrapping around your calves and pulling you closer so your ass is just barely hanging off the side. You whimper when he pulls your legs apart, ripping the soaked loincloth from your body, hungry amber eyes staring at your swollen, wet cunt.

“Such a pretty girl,” He moans. The tip of his cock slides along your folds, nudging against your clit before sliding back down and positioning at your entrance. “You ready?”

Your brain is fuzzy and your clit is throbbing, hole clenching with the need to be filled. You close your eyes, looking away from his intense gaze - you don’t want it, you try to remind yourself, you don’t, he’s making you. But a swift smack on your thigh makes your eyes fly open again, Lo’ak’s hard gaze seeming to cut into your very soul.

“Say it, demon. Wanna hear you say it,”

A small cry escapes your lips, body unconsciously trying to bear down on his cock even as you shake your head. He shifts forward just the tiniest bit, lavender tip just barely pressing against your drooling hole enough for it to start to stretch before stopping again. 

“‘Need you, Lo'ak,” he recites, brow cocked, expecting you to repeat it. “Say it.”

“Fuck!” Is what comes out instead - a whiny, frustrated curse, that has your eyes tearing up again and Lo’ak’s ears pinning back against his skull.

His hand is quick to wrap around your throat, fingers digging into the blood vessels at the side of your neck as he hisses down at you. Your hands wrap around his wrist again, fingernails digging in and no doubt leaving red crescent shaped marks in the blue skin. He’s not squeezing your neck, not crushing your windpipe out of anger. You can breathe, the gulping breaths your gasping for are making it into your lungs, but the fingers pressing into the blood vessels make it feel like you can’t. Your head is clouding again, fuzzing like TV static, vision going blurry as his hand doesn’t relent. 

“Fine,” He grunts. “You don’t wanna talk? Don’t.”

You want to scream when he pushes forward, cock bullying its way past your entrance and inside you, stretching you and filling you up. It’s slow and torturous as he fills you impossibly full, the barbs along his length scraping ruthlessly against your slick walls. He sighs, ears flicking in pleasure as your heat envelopes him, stretching around his girth so perfectly he swears you were made for him. 

You can feel the bulge in your belly, the pressure disappearing and reappearing again as he begins to move inside of you. Long, purposeful strokes meant as a punishment, meant to make you feel every agonizingly blissful inch of him as he fucks into your soaked cunt, harder and harder with each thrust. Your mouth moves trying to form words, sound fleeting save for the barely there whispers of ‘fuck’, ‘oh my god’, and ‘please’. Lo’ak hears them anyway, leaning down to silence you with a filthy kiss. His hips pound against yours, unrelenting in their mission to completely fuck the soul of your body, and the sound of slapping skin against skin mix with Lo’ak’s groans and your barely audible breathy whines. 

Lo’ak’s fingers find their way to your swollen clit, rubbing persistently at the sensitive nub until you're crying into his mouth, thighs trying desperately to close together but can’t because of his body between them. The thick press of his knot against your entrance is what pushes your oversensitive body over the edge.

At the first suffocating clench of your pussy around his cock, Lo’ak releases your throat letting all the air it felt like you weren’t getting back into your lungs in a rush of oxygen. You gasp, crying against his lips as you arch up against him, creaming pussy fluttering around him as you cum on his cock. He growls when your teeth latch onto his bottom lip, blunt teeth digging in enough to draw blood, but the way he immediately grabs your hips, shoving his knot against you as hard as he would dare without actually penetrating you, tells you that it was a lust filled growl this time, not an angry one. 

He moans when he spills himself inside you, face pressed against your neck as he fills you up. You swear it feels almost scorching hot, heating you up from the inside and then out as it spills from around Lo’ak’s still buried cock and runs down the curve of your ass and onto the bed sheets. 

Someone clears their throat from behind Lo’ak, and you gasp at the sudden sound, frantically trying to look around Lo’ak’s hulking body to see who it is. 

Lo’ak sighs, undisturbed by sudden intrusion, even going as far as rolling his eyes before slowly pulling out of your used cunt - more of his cum spilling out onto the bed now that he’s not still inside you to keep it in. “Wasn’t expecting you today, bro,”

Your eyes widen when he moves out of the way, revealing a smug looking Neteyam in the doorway, still very much dressed up in his warrior’s gear. 

“I had to make time to see our pretty little demon,” Neteyam says, bright amber eyes sweeping over your exhausted form. He crosses the room with three long strides, one knee pressing into the bed as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “That was a nice show. I know you’re tired, paskalin,”

His eyes meet yours, amber irises practically swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils. A hand presses against your belly, sneaking down towards your oversensitive pussy, his pointer finger reaching out to tap against your clit as you whine. 

“But it’s really not fair that you smell more like Lo’ak than me now, is it?”

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

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hiii! may i request for a lo'ak rivals to lovers pls? 🧎🏻‍♀️ THANK YOU! 🧚🏼‍♀️

Pair: Lo'ak x Human reader (why not!!! ahhh can be my human-navi reader)

Warning: None, cute

No one knew why you and lo'ak hated each other so much. There was really no reason. But if one thing was certain, it was that you were better than him at everything. You were norm's daughter. And there had always been this rivalry between the two of you.

Arguing over stupid things. You barely spoke to each other and if you did it was to insult each other. Norm always ended up scolding you both. And jake telling lo'ak that he should get along with you. Neytiri didn't get along with most humans, but she didn't understand why lo'ak despised you so much either. You were a good person.

Kiri, spider and lo'ak had arrived at the lab as usual. Kiri was going to see her mother and lo'ak and spider were going to look around. You were up late, when you came into the room and saw the boys. You approach the group, greeting Kiri.

"Hello!!!" says kiri coming up to give you a hug. She was very loving to you, so getting lots of kisses on the cheek from your best friend was normal. The situation is very normal until spider comes up to you and gives you a big hug.

Of course, you had grown up with spider. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, so the action spider was taking right now took you by surprise. Unlike Kiri, he wasn't very affectionate with you. Wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a kiss on your hair. "I'm so glad to see you," says spider.

You try to return the hug and squeeze him tightly too. "Are you feeling okay?" you ask him, the boy just keeps hugging you. On the other side, right in front of spider was lo'ak. At the moment he didn't care about the affectionate act spider was having towards you. But when he saw you hug him back, something in him became uneasy.

He felt he could not control himself. Why did he feel this way towards you. He's not supposed to care what happens to you, and now he wanted to throw spider off a cliff. His tail tensed, his ears twitched. And he started walking from side to side. As spider's hug grew longer.

"I like to hug you," says spider. You felt strange, spider wasn't like that with you. But your vision is interrupted when you can see how lo'ak is moving anxiously. Usually you wouldn't give a damn what happened to lo'ak, but he really looked bad right now.

You push spider away from you, he moves away and walks over to lo'ak. "Hey…idiot are you okay?" you ask him, as you watch lo'ak quickly approach you. He kneels down in front of you and hugs you tightly. Burying his face in your neck, he stays that way for a few minutes. Kiri and spider were looking at each other in surprise.

You decide not to move, your heart is beating a thousand beats per second. Why was he acting like that, it was lo'ak who was hugging you. Please….y could swear you could hear lo'ak's heartbeat. The boy quickly pulls away, and makes eye contact with you for several seconds. Before standing next to spider.

"That was very strange… even for me" says kiri with a chuckle. You were two idiots… very idiots. Spider laughs, and taps lo'ak on the arm, as lo'ak dies of shyness. "Mission completed," says spider. You are turning red, and walk quickly back to your room. While lo'ak runs out of the lab.

[navi-enthusiast]

Unitalron — Lo'ak Sully x F!Reader

word count: 984

warning: none, slight angst/sad, no comfort, enjoy ig 😞

unitalron: a rite of passage, in which na'vi seek their spirit animal. ─ in-depth desc. txe’lan: heart 'itan: son skxawng: moron, idiot Eywa: world spirit, Gaia. ─ in-depth desc.

The dressed-up Omatikaya clan gathered beneath the radiant glow of the bioluminescent flora of Pandora's forest, celebrating the triumphant return of Lo'ak from his Unitalron (dream hunt). Spirits were high, joy echoed through the trees and the air was filled with the intoxicating rhythm of the drums, music and fire crackling. The night may have even been deemed perfect, yet, amidst the celebration, a sombre and dull expression sat on Lo'ak's face as he walked.

She stood with her eyes flickering nervously as she searched the noisy crowd for him.

Having emerged still breathing from his Unitalron, Lo'ak strode through the jubilant crowd, his eyes only seeking out one singular female. The radiant connection the two forged during their time together now seemed fragile and faint, for a few weeks earlier, Y/N had been chosen as a mate by another male na'vi in the clan - Ata'ran. He was tall, muscular, sensible, a good hunter. Lo'ak yearned to claim Y/N as his own, but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As the vibrant celebration unfolded, Lo'ak felt the weight of missed chances and lost love pressing down on him. He moved through the crowd with a heavy heart, catching glimpses of females in the arms of their chosen mate. The sight pierced his soul, a bitter reminder of what could have been him and Y/N.

As Lo'ak moved through the crowd, his eyes sought out Y/N. There she was, dancing covered in the bioluminescent paint, her hand intertwined with her chosen mate's. He felt as if his txe’lan was ripping apart.

Y/N's gaze met Lo'ak's and for a fleeting moment, their eyes locked. In that shared glance, the unspoken agony was evident. Her eyes reflected the sadness of a love unfulfilled, a connection severed by timing and circumstance. She wished it were Lo'ak beside her, and he wished he had been quicker in declaring his heart.

The celebration continued, but the music felt distant to Lo'ak. He shook his head in disbelief, looking down at the ground as if searching for answers in the soft glow of the bioluminescence. The echoes of laughter and joy surrounded him, but the hollowness in his chest drowned out the festive melody. As much as he tried to get his mind off of her, he just wasn't able to.

A heavy sigh escaped from Lo'ak's lips, carrying with it the weight of regret and heartbreak as his family danced around him.

"Lo'ak!" Neytiri called, leaving the dancing family and walking towards her youngest son. "Lo'ak, you are a man now!" She said proudly sitting down next to him. Lo'ak just nodded, flashing a small smile before looking back down to the ground. Frowning, Neytiri noticed how unusually quiet Lo'ak was.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" A mother always knows.

Lo'ak looked up, debating on whether or not to seek comfort from his mother; she would understand. "Nothing's wrong." He replied, everything was wrong. Still sceptical, Neytiri didn't want to push it, at least not tonight.

Staring at Lo'ak with his shoulders slumped, she sighed. "Okay. Come dance with us." She said smiling again, hoping her joy tonight could be handed over to her son. Not noticing him budge, Neytiri looked ahead at their family, sighing. "You can make fun of your father." She added, tilting her head in which Lo'ak's ears slightly twitched.

However, Lo'ak stubbornly shook his head, a new faint smile on his less gloomy face. "Nah, dancing's not my thing ma."

"Look at all our people, 'itan. They are all here tonight, celebrating you. See, your father over there dancing like a skxawng? And your sister Kiri singing? It is all in the joy of you." Lo'ak just shook his head, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He was not going to be joining. Neytiri nodded, sadly walking back to the rest of the family. Jake looked at her, disappointed there was no boy beside his wife.

A mother always knows. Even without being told anything, she had a feeling it had something to do with the young female dancing with a male; the wrong male.

Lo'ak sat alone, watching the love of his life slip away by the minute, the pain etched across his features. Every minute spent with Ata'ran was a minute spent lost with Lo'ak and he knew they'd soon run out of time.

As the night slowly went on, the party began growing smaller and smaller, a few tired and returning to sleep.

Y/N was leaving with Ata'ran, however not before she glanced back at Lo'ak, her eyes reflecting the shared agony. The pain in Lo'ak's chest was palpable as he watched Y/N exchange a sorrowful look with him, a silent apology in her beautiful round eyes. She admitted she wanted to be with Lo'ak thus he longed for her, but the work of Eywa had unfortunately pulled them apart.

With a heavy heart, Y/N continued walking, leaving Lo'ak behind at his own celebration, his spirit broken and the echoes of what might have been lingering in his mind. The image of his luminescent skin dots lingered in Y/N's mind; never would she be able to cuddle at night with him anymore, never would she be able to hug him as more than a friend.

As the moons bathed Pandora in its gentle glow and the stars freckled across the sky, Lo'ak found himself beneath the hanging branches of the sacred tree. He looked up, seeking solace in the whispers of Eywa, wondering if the deity understood the ache that reverberated through his very own soul.

The quiet echoes of the festival still reached him here, a distant reminder of the joy that eluded him. Lo'ak sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on him. If only destiny had woven a different story, if only Eywa had granted him and Y/N the perfect ending they both wished for.

mb it was short 😞