#loak fluff

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Close Call

Status: Imagine

Paring: Lo’ak x Reader (Y/n)

Genre: Fluff!!!!! Some suggestive content near the end

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I feel like there isn't enough Lo'ak fic's out there. Our troublemaker deserves more love!!! So please enjoy this short imagine!! Also, I watched Lion King last night with my niece, it kinda inspired this short imagine.

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“Fuck, I’m so dead” Lo’ak mutters under his breath as quickly walks through the dense forest. His eyes scan the area around them, his hand gripping the bow tightly as realization sets in. Spider jogs behind his friend, chucking in mild amusement.

Kiri had been busy today taking care of something with Mo’at, which left Tuk under Lo’ak’s guidance. If you think babysitting would deter him from having an adventure, boy you’d be wrong. He didn’t have to think twice before dragging Tuk to meet up with Spider only to prance along the forest floor. Lo’ak was certain she was with them the entire time, it was only when Lo’ak and Spider happened upon some tracks that they forgot about the younger Na’vi who had trailed off course.

Thus leading to their current predicament , scurrying the forest to find the lost girl. Lo’ak cursed at himself for not learning his lesson, why hadn’t he stayed in the village? Why hadn’t he left Tuk with someone else? Now, because of his recklessness he lost her. 

“What's so funny? We’re both in deep shit bro” Lo’ak grumbles, hopping down from the branch he was on. He offers his hand to his friend Spider,  who dismisses his hand, landing with a large thump. 

“It’s funny how you keep messing up bro, like you don’t learn your lesson. I told you not to bring her” Spider teases, following Lo’ak who rolls his eyes. It wasn’t his fault he thirsted for adventure. Something beyond. Something exciting. It didn’t help that he was always in the presence of his brother, who overshadowed him in every aspect. He couldn’t be perfect like him, but he could explore to his heart's content. And that’s what he intended to do, without getting into trouble. 

Lo’ak growls, nudging his friend, but not with too much force as he was much smaller than him. Though Spider was tall for a human, he was still nothing compared to Lo’ak’s looming height. 

All of a sudden the sound of giggling fills the air, Lo’ak’s ears twitch in alert as he pulls Spider with him. They quietly follow the sound of voices, immediately recognizing Tuk’s voice amongst them. Lo’ak places a finger over his lips at Spider who nods in understanding as they near a patch of bushes. Just as they reach a clearing they peek through the bushes. 

Across the clearing their eyes land on Tuk, with another Na’vi girl. They sat on the grass while munching away happily on some fruit. Tuk says something that causes the other female girl to giggle, covering her mouth not to let any juices slip past her lips. They looked about the same age. But Lo’ak couldn’t recognize her as anyone he’s seen before. Though, he was barely around the village to begin with, often always leaving to explore. 

“Who is she?” Spider whispers, his eyes following the girls.

Lo’ak shrugs his shoulders. She looked like she was from their clan but he’s never seen her around. He’s never seen her around Tuk at least. 

“At least she’s safe. Let’s grab her before we actually lose her” Lo’ak says getting up, he walks into the clearing with Spider following along closely. The girls immediately turn towards their steps, Tuk smiling wide and waving her hand excitedly. But the girl beside her sat with her eyes wide with fear, her gaze solely on Spider who walked beside Lo’ak.

Lo’ak stares at her in confusion, she seems scared. The mere sight of Spider seems to strike fear within her. She sat stiffly, her fruit long forgotten. Tuk gets up, her smile stretched wide. 

“I just made a friend!! This is Avarin!” Tuk declares. The girl seems to flinch at the mention of her name, but her gaze does not waver from Spider who was coming closer towards them. Lo’ak opens his mouth to respond but freezes, goosebumps littering his entire body. 

From his peripheral he sees someone lunge towards Spider with great speed. The threatening growl startles the boy who is frozen in his place. His eyes blown wide with fear. 

Just as the figure almost reaches Spider, their fingers mere inches away from grabbing him, ready to grab the unsuspecting human. Lo’ak quickly pushes Spider back, taking the hit. Spider tumbles to the ground quickly standing on his feet. He rushes to Tuk’s side, his knife at the ready in case the intruder was after Tuk as well. He seems to not notice Avarin’s fearful gaze that is still locked onto him. 

Lo’ak  is knocked to the ground by the force that he is unable to hold back. Lo’ak  and the Na’vi struggle against the ground, both fighting against one another to gain dominance. Unable to hear the commotion around them Lo’ak tries to subdue the Na’vi, who trashes wildly in his arms. 

“Calm down!” he yells, feeling her claw at his hand. Lo’ak hisses in pain when she successfully scratches him, gaining the upper hand. She  wrestles out of his grasp, turning to lunge after Spider once again. 

Growling under his breath Lo’ak is quick to pull her back, ensuring she went nowhere near Spider as she seemed threatened by his presence the most. Lo’ak attempts to pin her against the floor but she kicks him in the stomach before jumping on top of him. Pinning his hands above his head rendering him immobile. 

“What the fu-”

Lo’ak words die along his tongue as he gazes up at the figure who was pressed against him. Her locks array and disheveled as her chest heaved to catch her breath. Her beautiful e/c eyes squinted, glaring into his very soul. Her mouth formed into a snarl, her pearly white teeth bare as she lets out a threatening hiss. Her ears were turned down as her grip against his wrists tightened. Everything about her posture screamed bloody murder. She looked fierce and looked ready to kill. 

But Lo’ak couldn’t help but marvel at her. Such beauty that left him speechless, his throat closing up, his tongue feeling heavy as if he couldn’t formulate words. Couldn’t formulate any proper thoughts. His eyes soften as his gaze trails over her features. Over her markings and stripes, her blue skin shining bright as if calling to him. Oh how beautiful she looked.

“Tsmuke!!“ (Sister!) a voice calls out, distracting the girl from her line of vision. Her head snaps towards Avarin and Tuk, her glare unwavering as she eyes a very nervous Spider who stood near Tuk. Sensing her murderous aura, Lo’ak uses her lack of attention to his advantage.

He wiggles his hands free from her and in turn grabs her wrist. He pulls her into him holding her tightly in place. She quickly turns to him as he sits up. With her perched uncomfortably over his lap. A feeling he very much welcomed.

“Calm down. We mean no harm” Lo’ak speaks as calmly as possible. The girl clamps her mouth shut, her eyes widening in realization as her eyes take in the figure she has pinned under her. Well, had pinned under her.

“Toruk Makto’s son?” She whispers, as she quickly glances back at Tuk. Her ears twitch as she tries to shimmy against Lo’ak. Trying to get free. Lo’ak clears his throat before moving himself from under her, evading any embarrassing situation that would be if he hadn’t moved. He stood tall, taller than her. His legs cross ever so slightly in discomfort.

“Yes, I’m Lo’ak” he says watching her every move. His body was tense and ready, well aware of how fast and swiftly she could move. Though she was breathtaking and caused his heart to beat erratically against his chest. He couldn't keep his guard down. Not when she tried attacking Spider in such a vicious way.

“W-why-“ she stammers, her hateful gaze returning towards Spider. Avarin rushes to her sister's side, helping her stand up as her gaze shifts between Lo’ak and the human.

“Why are you with a Tawtute??” (Human) She hisses, her eyes glaring into Lo’ak.

Lo’ak desperately wanted to return her glare, show he was ready to take her on if she posed a threat. But instead he felt heat spread through him. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Who knew someone who looked so angry could look so attractive? She looked hot and Lo’ak couldn't look away.

“He’s our brother!” Tuk pipes up when Lo’ak doesn't respond, to busy staring at her with a lovesick expression. Spider clears his throat standing closer to Tuk. Feeling Thankful at least someone was standing up for him.

The girl hisses, taking her sister's hand into her own grasping it tightly. She looked like she wanted to say more but instead she ripped her gaze away from Lo’ak who frowned. He watches her pull her sister away walking towards the trees.

“Wait!” Lo’ak calls out, stepping forward. His hand reaches out in an attempt to hold her back even though she was already far away.

The girls stop mid step, Avarin turns around sending an apologetic smile towards Tuk and Lo’ak. The female Na’vi’s back is still facing Lo’ak.

“What’s your name??” he asks desperately. There is a pause before the girl glances back at him. Her e/c eyes catching Lo’ak instantly as her locks fall past her shoulder.

“Y/n” and with that the girls disappear into the forest in a hurry.

Lo’ak sighs out. His tail twitched behind him as Tuk and Spider walk up to him. They stare at him and back at the spot where the girl had been earlier.

“What the hell was that bro! You froze!” Spider complains, staring at his friend from top to bottom, catching the breathless sigh that escapes him.

“That was a close call-”

“-She is amazing, did you see that! How quickly she moved?! How swiftly she moved? She’s so-”

“-Cool”

“-Scary?” Spider says, chuckling at his friend's expression. He caught how Lo’ak looked at the trees in a daze-like state.

“What! No! She’s…she’s…attractive” Lo’ak whispers, his eyes still trained on the forest where she had disappeared off to. Tuk rolls her eyes walking towards the forest as well. Spider raises an eyebrow at his choice of words, his eyes catching something that causes him to snort out loud.

Spider snickers loudly finally letting out what he had been holding in, gasping for air. Lo’ak raises an eyebrow at his wheezing friend.

“What?” he asks unammused.

“You better cover yourself dude, it's gonna poke someone's eyes out!” Spider snickers, nudging him before running after Tuk.

Furrowing his eyes Lo’ak glances down, his eyes growing wide. Feeling a deep blush cover his face he immediately covers his nether regions cursing himself for getting too….excited.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! As mush as I LOVEEEE writing about Neteyam (My bby🥺), I want to also write about other characters as well! If you have any requests send ‘‘em my way!! Love ya’ll!

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MORE THAN THAT— LO’AK SULLY.

pairing: x fem! reader.

tags: childhood friends to lovers, a little bit of angst towards the middle, insecure lo’ak, reader is mad at him, lack of communication because i love pain, they’re both 18 during the second half! a little suggestive towards the end, this is a long one btw :].

word count: 7k (my longest fic!!!)

note: ive been writing this for about a month (on and off obviously) and i thought i might share it now that i finally decided where to end it (?), it’s not entirely proof-read, my amazing best friend @aurelianamu (check her neteyam piece its amazing) read some of it and told me what to fix, so the rest will be corrected along the way. thank you for reading!

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You are ten when you first meet the Sully’s, family of Toruk and Palulukan Makto.

Being the newest friend of Kiri, the second oldest didn’t hesitate to introduce you to her family, proud of the fact that she managed to make a friend so easily. You were shy, closed off and unsure of how to behave in the presence of the man that your parents told you many stories about. Your little child brain was curious to know as to how he behaved with his family, if he would be nice to you or strict and harsh, even if he had no reason to show anything besides kindness to his daughter’s newest friend.

“She is the same age as Lo’ak,” Kiri exclaimed with lots of excitement, holding your hand tightly while standing in front of her parents.

“Is that so?” Kiri’s mother, Neytiri, spoke with a gentle tone, smile adorning her lips which was unusual since she always seemed to be sporting a serious look on her face around The People.

“Who is the same age as me?” A voice spoke from behind you and suddenly, you were very aware of the fact that Kiri had more siblings than you—in fact, you had none. So you jumped slightly, a little surprised by the proximity of the boy.

“(Name), my friend!” Kiri’s excitement while introducing you warmed your heart but it also made you hyperaware of the looks you were receiving even if they weren’t malicious.

“Your friend?” Lo’ak stated in question, eyes scanning your face before puffing his chest out proudly like a peacock. “I bet being my friend would be more fun!”

Now, you weren’t expecting that. Kiri let go of your hand to push her brother back, almost telling him off at his attempt at stealing you away from her and you could only watch in horror as the bickering turned into hair pulling.

“Hi, I’m Neteyam.” Neteyam’s voice was soft and gentle, very similar to his mother’s and it made you relax for a moment before you realized you had to introduce yourself as well. Yet before you could speak, he was cutting you off with a nod. “(Name), I heard Kiri introduce you.”

You nodded back at him, eyes falling on the scene unraveling before you; Lo’ak and Kiri being scolded heavily by Toruk Makto himself, his eyes warning them that if they tried to say one more word, they would get grounded for a whole month.

“Ma Jake, be nice. We have a guest.” Neytiri tried to console.

“Exactly, so they should learn how to behave,” Jake Sully grabbed his kids and made them stand in front of you. “It’s up to her if she wants to befriend either of you, okay?”

“But dad! I found her first!” Kiri’s bottom lip quivered and you stepped towards her with a look of concern.

“Kiri, you’re my friend.” Lo’ak huffed at this, head dramatically turning to the side making his hair move with him. “Lo’ak can also be my friend.” Said boy’s ears perked up at this, face slowly turning to face you while scanning for any possible clues that you were just kidding.

Jake smiled at this, hand resting on top of your head before ruffling your hair. “Yeah? You wouldn’t mind befriending this knucklehead?”

“Knucklehead?” Your confusion only added to the fun of it and Jake chuckled before standing up straight.

“It means he needs someone to look out for him at all times.”

“Dad!” Lo’ak whined at the statement yet you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“Friends look out for each other, right?” Your question earned a nod of approval from Toruk Makto and that was all you needed before stepping forward, firmly holding Lo’ak’s hand in your own.

“Lo’ak and I are friends then.” The youngest boy stared at you in awe, feeling the tips of his ears warm up at the sincerity of your voice.

“Friends.”

You are twelve when you learn what a pinky promise is.

You loved hanging out with Kiri, yet she and the rest of her family couldn’t deny the obvious chemistry between you and Lo’ak.

Despite the youngster’s stubborn personality and disobedient nature, he became more tolerable around you. That didn’t mean that he stopped from causing trouble, but he was seen around you sharing toys, passing you bits of food that was handed to him by his mother and even went as far as to to grab a giant leaf from a tree to cover you when you curled yourself into a ball to sleep.

The same could be said about you, yet your personality was never a problem in the first place. Kiri knew you as the kind hearted young na’vi that you presented yourself to be and you didn’t change around any of her family members. Although, she was able to notice the way you let things slide for the sake of being close to Lo’ak, such as letting him near your personal space, allowing him to touch your hair and look at the beads while proudly showing off your mother’s choice of colors and even letting him redo one of your braids as you two sat in silence.

Kiri wanted to feel jealous of this, she did befriend you first but she couldn’t help but let her heart feel at ease. Her brother and closest friend got along and it was worth more than anything in the world.

“Lo’ak, aren’t all sky people bad?” you were currently in the middle of your play session with the young na’vi, and the latter halted his actions at your words to stare at you with furrowed eyebrows. He noticed your stare, how it lingered on Spider, their human companion for as long as they could remember, before returning his eyes back on you.

“My dad was once a sky person, he isn’t bad at all.”

“Your dad is Toruk Makto!” you exclaimed almost in disbelief at the fact that Lo’ak was insinuating that you were even thinking of lumping his dad with those terrible people who had once destroyed your home.

“I’m just saying, if my dad is nice and he once was a sky person, then it means there’s a chance good sky people exist.” Lo’ak answered with a shrug. He trusted easily, that was something you envied him for. You couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling whenever you stared at Spider and a part of you felt bad that your brain didn’t allow you to relax in the presence of a boy who had done nothing to you, his only crime was to belong to a race that caused you great pain and suffering.

“It could be true…” Your friend was able to sense your anxiety just by looking at your body shrink in its spot, your arms hugging your knees closer to your chest before resting your head there. He might’ve not been the softest out of his siblings, but he knew that you needed comforting ; any kind that is.

“Hey listen,” Lo’ak put his toy down next to you before leaning down to your level with his pinky finger up. “I promise that I won’t ever let sky people do anything to you, okay? Pinky promise.”

Despite the feeling of warmth that you felt at his words, the obvious confusion on your face was a telltale sign that you didn’t know what a pinky promise was.

“Pinky… promise?” your voice came out soft, hesitant as you mirrored lo’ak’s actions and the moment he hooked both of your pinkies together, you felt your heart strings tug in your chest.

“Yes. A promise that is never meant to be broken.”

At your silence, Lo’ak realized that you had been staring at his hand. Hard.

Upon figuring out what was so fascinating about his hand that it silenced you, he immediately tried to pull it back on his lap, regretting a little the fact that he got too comfortable showing you his hand, his filthy demon hand.

“No,” you started with a stern look, grabbing his hand to pull back next to your face and held his pinky finger up with much concentration on your face.

“I don’t judge, I like your hands,” you hooked your pinky finger once again with his and Lo’ak wasn’t able to shake off the funny feeling in his chest, how his heart leapt as he nervously gulped down the lump in his throat.

“Pinky promise?” His voice came out as a whisper, almost in disbelief that you were accepting of who he was and who he came from. he did believe that his father was the exception to use as an example to justify good sky people existing.

“Pinky promise.”

Fourteen and fifteen were an easy age, you got along most of the time and everyone was scared when the both of you teamed up against them. Yet sixteen and seventeen had proven to you that you were both strong minded and that made you butt heads often, only in harmless ways.

You two are eighteen you realize that the bickering and butting heads was just a love language of yours, that your disagreements would never take away from how much you cared for each other.

“You have got to be one knucklehead to do something like that!” You hiss at the boy who could only stare back at you with an equally murderous glare, clearly disliking the vocabulary you were using.

“I am no knucklehead if I just wanted to have fun.” He hissed in return, and it quickly turned into a groan when your hands tugged harshly at the bandage circling his arm, sending him a warning that you weren’t going to let it slide easily just because he was wounded.

“Fun on the war zone? I didn’t know that playing with your life is the newest form of entertainment.” His family watched in absolute entertainment as you two bickered back and forth. The argument kept shifting from humorous to serious and they didn’t know where to stand.

On the outside, it seemed as though you disliked one another, yet this was just another day for the Sullys where you and Lo’ak bickered so much, they had to get you two separated to make it stop.

“Shit- stop! that hurts!” he almost wailed, leaning back against the tree when you applied the ointment to the cut on his face and given the expression of disapproval you had on yours, Lo’ak could only mutter under his breath as he fixed his posture.

“Man, am I not allowed to complain now?”

“Lo’ak,” you started, and he could immediately sense your change in demeanor by how visibly deflated you looked.

“I’m okay,” He cut you off with a firm stare, but his hand held a warmth to it, a gentle reminder that he could never be mean to you for a long time as he rested his palm on top of your hand. “Really, it was just one reckless moment that is all.”

“You’ve been saying this for— Eywa knows how long, Lo’ak, it’s serious. You need to watch out.”

“You don’t trust me?” With his tone, you could tell he was genuinely curious to know what you felt about him as a warrior and his heart was ready to shatter into pieces, waiting for the usual answer that was chanted like a mantra by his father.

“I mean, I’m not as strong or as cool as big brother Neteyam, but I can be helpful on the field and–“

“Lo’ak, I trust you.” You were never one to lie, especially not when you let your eyes fall on his. Flashing him a small smile, your fingers applied the ointment on the rest of the cuts on his face in a much more delicate manner, taking in how his tail was swaying from side to side at your comment.

“Someone is a little happy,” you teased, hands gathering all the medical stuff that his grandmother had given you to put them back in their spot.

“I will push you off my Ikran next time we go on a ride.” the glare on his face was playful and you couldn’t help but pat his head affectionately.

“I can always call for my own Ikran you idiot.” He wasn’t even able to push you away when you leaned down with your pinky up to his face.

“Pinky promise, by the way,”

“Pinky promise?” You didn’t let him stay confused for long before grabbing his wrist to intertwine your pinky fingers together.

“That I trust you. With all of my heart.” and with that, you took off with your tail swaying softly from side to side.

Lo’ak observed you for some time after you left, ignoring how his face still stung a little from you tending to his small wounds. Sighing in exhaustion, he ignored the looks he was getting from Kiri who sat only a couple of steps away from him.

“Shut up.” He turned his head away when he saw his sister approach him with a teasing grin, ready to tell her off for the umpteenth time the same week for teasing him about the usual topic.

“I haven’t even said anything,” Kiri plopped herself next to her brother, immediately taking notice of how Lo’ak was able to see you every move from his spot.

“I know what you will say and you’re wrong.”

“So you’re just going to keep denying the obvious heart eyes you have for my best friend?” The girl na’vi raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“I don’t have heart eyes for my best friend too, if you haven’t forgotten yet, I would never do anything to ruin the friendship.” To say that Lo’ak was an idiot was an understatement.

Kiri had told him that a crush would never ruin the friendship but Lo’ak saw it differently. You were a comfort he never thought he could have in a person beside family, a safe space for him to runaway to whenever things got too stressful with his father, Jake, and most importantly you were a best friend, a ride or die and someone who cared about him too much for him to risk watching everything fall apart.

His heart squeezed at the white lie he told his sister, another moment of denial where he forcefully swallowed down any possible trace of romantic feelings for his best friend and Kiri sighed in defeat, having already given up on the topic for the day.

“If you say so, don’t be disappointed if she finds someone else.” She stood up from her spot on the tree, looking down at her brother who visibly flinched at the mention of you possibly finding a mate, a lifelong partner and someone who would proudly show you off before Eywa.

“I would be happy for her,” Lo’ak almost bit his tongue at his attempt to fool his own heart, to halt it from hammering so strongly against his chest and stop himself from feeling so upset at the thought.

“Brother, you’re a fool.” Was all what Kiri said before walking away towards you and starting a casual conversation as usual, asking you if you wanted to go on a ride on your Ikrans after making sure every warrior was safe and taken care of.

And Lo’ak could only watch with a tight jaw, flexing his hand in an attempt to stop himself from possibly punching himself in the face.

Maybe Jake was right, he was a disappointment. Someone who isn’t even able to maintain a proper friendship without falling hard for his best friend, and the uncertainty of keeping things strictly platonic with you was eating him up alive. He hoped that Eywa would make his worries go away, and perhaps find a solution to the mess he had created inside his head.

Eywa didn’t take long before answering his prayers, but it came with a cost.

Longing stares and hours of talking to one another way past curfew after sneaking out turned into cold shoulders and short conversations. The effort was barely there and you could tell Lo’ak didn’t even want to acknowledge your existence whenever you came around and it hurt, it pained you that you didn’t even know what you had done wrong to suddenly lose a person whom you held so dear to your heart.

Your lip quivered as you stared at the plate of fruits you had freshly cut up for Lo’ak, tears threatening to spill from your eyes when you remember how he harshly rejected your offer at spending time together.

“I have a meeting with my father. Later.”

“But Lo’ak we haven’t–“

“Don’t be so clingy, I said later. Go find someone else to eat the fruits with.”

Clingy? Someone else?

You didn’t want to eat them with anyone beside him. Having him call you clingy when he used to get excited to spend time with you, saved you the last bits of his food and would talk your ear off about his schedule, it was all confusing. You didn’t know what you had done wrong and if you were even able to fix it given how it was painfully obvious that you were the source of the miscommunication going on.

It felt like Eywa wasn’t on your side the past few weeks, and your heart squeezed in disappointment at how your strong faith was being questioned by such tough times. You never doubted your deity, believed that everything happens for a reason but what could possibly come out of being so abruptly separated from Lo’ak?

You headed back to your hammock and set the plate aside to grab your pen and paper. When everything felt like it was falling apart, writing seemed to be the safest option. You found comfort in spilling your worries to a sheet of paper and weren’t ashamed of it, in fact, you were praised greatly for it by Kiri who had told you that her mother would’ve definitely developed an interest to you and your ways of distressing.

Oh Eywa has it been difficult to breathe as of late. Lo’ak hates me, that I am sure of. I have been nothing but a good friend to him and I’m confused and heartbroken, I don’t know what to do Eywa and I want to talk to him, to ask him what caused to hate me so strongly. Maybe it’s my strong love for him? Have I pushed it too far?

To be truthful, you had been in a state of denial for quite some time now. You were a friend to Lo’ak, a companion and a person who was always by his side but your heart craved more.

It was the way your heart leapt whenever Lo’ak came around, throbbing when he sat next to you, leaving no space between the both of you. How your body tensed when he would place his hands on your shoulders and he would stare at you with concerned eyes, wondering if he had smacked your skin a bit too hard.

But you knew it was wrong. It was unacceptable for you to feel this way for your best friend, even more horrible to crave him in ways only two people who are mated want one another.

You felt rustling behind you and jumped at the noise, head whipping back with fearful eyes only to relax once you realized that it was just Neteyam.

You had grown to enjoy the boy’s company over the years and he was nothing but nice to you. The two of you had short yet sweet conversations and you could tell that Neteyam saw you as a sister, someone who belonged in the family more than anyone else.

“Thought you had a meeting with Mr. Sully?” your voice was small as you scribbled on your paper, lips pressed in a thin line and posture slouched as you leaned against the tree.

“Fix your posture, you’ll feel like you’re eighty when you’re twenty.” Neteyam tried to brighten up the mood, only to realize that it poor timing since you only flashed him a weak smile before giving a half assed attempt at sitting up properly.

“So no meeting, he just didn’t want to see me?” The boy flinched at your words and he wished you didn’t notice, but you were smart and you had a sharp eye. Things like body language and little white lies didn’t go unnoticed by you and yet Neteyam was confused on how you weren’t able to see through Lo’ak’s poor attempt at pushing you away because of how much he wanted you.

“He’s an idiot, but I promise you that–“

“Don’t…Don’t promise me something that might not happen,” you cut him off with a sharp intake of breath, your chest tightening and tears threatening to spill at any moment. You were growing tired of everyone reassuring you with words, only for Lo’ak to shatter any hope you’ve had that you two would make up from the nonexistent fight that you had.

“He thinks what he’s doing is the right thing, but it isn’t,” The eldest of the Sullys took it upon himself to wipe your tears away, thumbs caressing your cheeks in a delicate manner. “He is an idiot, but I want you to know that it’s paining him just as much,“

You scoffed at the words but never pulled away from the boy’s touch. “It pains him just as much? He’s the one who started it.”

“I know but–“

“Teyam,” your hand wraps around his wrist, and you gently pull it away from your face before holding his hand in your own. “It’s alright, I know you want to defend your brother and you have every right to do so but he hurt me, he’s causing me so much pain from a situation he created,”

“I’m not asking you to pick sides, but I’m also not going to let my pain get invalidated. I’m the one hurting here because he woke up on the wrong side of his hammock three weeks ago and decided not to utter a single word my way ever since.”

Neteyam could only sigh at your words. You were right, the situation was much more complicated than a simple disagreement between you two. Had you known the full story behind what was going on inside Lo’ak’s brain, maybe then it would feel fair to tell you that the boy was also in pain.

“Just do what feels less painful to you.” As if that was going to be easy, but the more you interacted with Lo’ak, the tighter your chest felt. You needed a break from the boy even if you knew that seeing him was enough to reassure you that he was doing okay.

This was the longest Lo’ak had ever sulked in a corner and everyone was starting to grow tired of it.

The boy was almost lifeless, barely engaging in any conversation with his family members. He ignored Tuk’s nagging and consistent request to play with her, brushed off Neteyam’s suggestion to go on a ride with their Ikrans and wouldn’t even talk back to Kiri and Spider.

He was unrecognizable to say the least.

Neytiri nudged her husband with a concerned look on her face, eyes silently begging him to do something about the boy who went from being the loudest to the most reserved.

Jake could only awkwardly shuffle in his spot before coughing to catch his children’s attention. Talking to his sons wasn’t his virtue, it felt easier to console his little girls but given how strange Lo’ak had been acting, it was finally time to have a heart to heart with his son.

“Son, let’s ride our Ikrans after dinner.”

Lo’ak didn’t even raise his head at the sentence, simply thinking that Jake wasn’t referring to him. It wasn’t until the silence had felt too long that Jake called again, this time making sure that he heard him.

“Son? Lo’ak?” said boy raised his head with a perplexed look, and Jake noticed how his food was basically untouched.

“Yes sir?”

“We’re riding our Ikrans after dinner.” Jake repeated, setting his plate to the side before nodding at Neytiri as a way of thanking her for the food.

“We?” the boy looked at his brother, unsure if he was hearing his father correctly.

“You and I, son.” Lo’ak grew nervous at this. He and his father weren’t on best terms most of the time given how their personalities clashed with one another, but he thought that giving it a try wouldn’t hurt anybody.

“Okay dad.”

After a poor attempt at finishing his food, Lo’ak finally decided to join his dad after hopping on his Ikran. He wasn’t entirely sure of what his father wanted to talk about but he hoped that it wouldn’t cause the two of them to start fighting as usual.

“You closed off on yourself,” Jake didn’t bother with trying to ease Lo’ak into the topic, he immediately pushed him inside. He could tell he caught his son off guard given the wide eyes and how his lips struggled to find the right words to say.

“And you’re not only hurting yourself but you’re also hurting people around you,” Jake wanted to see how far he could push his son before making him admit his obvious feelings for you, the one girl he and Neytiri were very sure that she was going to be their son’s future mate.

“I don’t have that many friends,” Lo’ak’s sarcasm could be sensed from miles away and Jake held back a sigh at how similar he and his son were. He hated that sometimes. seeing in his son a version of himself he was ready to bury.

“I’m glad that you’re acknowledging that (name) isn’t just a friend.” The eldest pushed his son a little further and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at how nervous and awkward his son got.

“She is just a friend…”

“We’re definitely different when it comes to this,” Lo’ak raised his head at his father’s words, unsure of where he was going with this.

“I married your mom not long after I met her, didn’t have time for all this being in denial bullshit,”

“Mom wasn’t a childhood friend.”

“Yet I think if she was a childhood friend, it would’ve made me want to marry her even more.”

The beauty of growing up together, getting to tell the next generation that you’ve known who your soulmate was at a very young age is a privilege not a lot of people have, not when most Na’vi have their mates chosen for them. And Lo’ak was very much aware of that and yet he couldn’t help but think that no one would choose him, not when he was so… like himself.

“I just think…she can do better,” Sharing his biggest insecurity was challenging enough as it was, but doing so with his father felt rough on his heart strings. Lo’ak’s throat tightened up and suddenly he became hyperaware of his fast heartbeat and sweaty palms, wishing that he had chosen something else to say to save him from the discomfort he was feeling.

“Is that truly up to you to decide?” The boy blinked once then twice, trying to register the fact that pouring his heart out was easier than he anticipated. He couldn’t bring himself to formulate a sentence for a good ten seconds before he was looking away from Jake, the latter’s words finally getting to his head.

“Does it even matter if I let her decide?”

“Would you have wanted her to let you feel the same if roles were reversed?”

“Roles could never be reversed cause she isn’t a freak like me,” Lo’ak almost snapped back in response and he visibly tensed at how defensive he was getting.

“So you think she deserves better than some five fingered freak like yourself?” Jake was blunt as he responded, eyes boring into his son’s who could only nod in response, not catching onto the sarcasm lacing in his words.

“Seems like you don’t know her as well as you claim to do.” Jake dipped down with his Ikran and Lo’ak followed shortly after with his own companion, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the words coming out of his father’s mouth.

“Of course I do know her, she’s my best friend and I’m sure that she—“

“The reason why you like her so much is because she never cared about stuff like this. It’s been this way ever since you were a child, son.” Toruk Makto was now face to face with his son as their Ikrans came to a stop mid air. “For you to make her go through so much pain because you suddenly decided that she wanted to change her ways and morals is unfair in my opinion, both for her and yourself.”

“But to ruin the friendship—“

“Again, those are only assumptions you have made based off of pretty weak evidence—made up one since you didn’t even question her on whom has her attention or better yet, her heart.”

The picture was slowly coming together to Lo’ak now and the clearer it got, the more he realized just how badly he fucked up.

Three agonizing weeks of ignoring you, stopping himself from joining a conversation you were in and suspending any attempt you had thrown his way to hang out together, catch up and possibly ask him what was so wrong that he refused to talk to you.

Sure, it pained him so much but he knew how sensitive you were. In fact, he could tell from your big yellow eyes how deeply hurt you were everytime he rejected you, and Eywa, did it make his heart squeeze, almost shatter at the sight of tears brimming your vision.

Lo’ak knew he fucked up, and he could only pray to Eywa that he would be able to fix what could possibly cost him a friendship and perhaps his childhood sweetheart.

You had every right to be ignoring Lo’ak right now. That, he is totally aware of, and even knew that it was exactly what he deserved after ghosting you for no apparent reason.

But at this point, you were just torturing him.

Tonight, the Omaticaya decided that it was time to hold their weekly party at the end of the week, distressing and letting loose after a long week of hard work.

Those parties were fun, they were what everyone needed—what you needed most importantly and you weren’t going to deny it, you were looking forward to it even if it meant having to encounter Lo’ak since he was Toruk Makto’s son.

Things had started pretty well with everyone chatting and discussing thing such as how great of a leader Toruk Makto was, how they haven’t felt this safe in quite some time and that everything being under his control was something to be proud of as forest Na’vi.

And while Jake and Neytiri soaked in all the attention, the kids were doing their thing. Mostly chatting with their friends or in some cases, stalking some.

Lo’ak was aware of how creepy he looked just staring at you with an unwavering gaze but he was determined to have you lock eyes with him. If he wasn’t going to approach you, getting to see your eyes for the first time in a while would mean the world to him.

“You’re looking a bit menacing, brother.” Neteyam placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder, staring in your direction as well with a small smile on his lips.

“Huh? Well, I guess it’s not menacing enough to have her look my way.” Lo’ak mumbled under his breath, earning a lighthearted chuckle from Neteyam who could only pat his shoulder before squeezing it.

“You don’t want to look menacing or creepy, you want to look apologetic.” Lo’ak glanced at Neteyam after hearing those words and he knew how right his brother was but how? how was he supposed to look more apologetic than he already feels?

“Just walk up to her and see what happens.” Yeah, easier said than done.

“I will tell you what will happen. I will go up there and make a fool of myself because one, I don’t really know what to tell her and two, she will ignore me either way and I absolutely deserve it after treating her like shit because of something she’s not even responsible of,”

Lo’ak was frustrated but he couldn’t exactly do anything about it or even let himself feel this frustration without guilt washing over him.

It must’ve been horrible for you. But enough of feeling bad for you, he knew that despite what could possibly happen, he still had to confront you one way or another.

“Good luck,” was all what Neteyam said before walking away to let his younger brother decide on what he was going to do.

Luck

“Shit, I’ll need plenty of that.” Lo’ak mumbled before heading towards you through the crowd.

You could see Lo’ak and Neteyam from the corner of your eyes, you weren’t blind or clueless. You knew the two were talking about you just based on their body language. How unsure Lo’ak seemed and how playful the older brother was being and despite the fact that you thought it was endearing, you were still very mad at Lo’ak, and rightfully so.

It took them a couple of minutes to finish their conversation before Lo’ak was walking towards you and in a state of panic, you let go of whatever was in your hand and started heading out of the crowd, to a more secluded area. Anything to get away from Lo’ak as soon as possible.

You didn’t dare to look back, footsteps fast and unfaltering as you walked deeper into the forest with Lo’ak right behind you. Maybe if you didn’t perceive him, he would magically disappear.

“If anything, you know I’m the fastest runner between you and I,” his voice was uncertain, as if he was testing waters while still half-chasing you and you completely ignored his words, very determined on getting him to get off your tail.

“Going deeper into the woods won’t make me lose sight of you,”

“Did your tail get prettier?” was he staring at your tail?

Lo’ak was taken aback when you abruptly came to a stop and whipped your head fast to look at him and he wishes he could take back every bad thing he’s done to you, he wishes he could undo the past few weeks but he can’t, and he certainly can’t erase the pain in your eyes, how utterly confused and broken you must be feeling now that he’s suddenly trying to talk to you again.

“Listen-“

“No, no- you will listen. Because clearly that’s not what you wanted to do for like a month.” Your index finger was almost in his face but he didn’t back away or flinch, he let you be as mad as you wanted to be.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve what you did to me. I was a good friend! I was patient and forgiving, I kept finding stupid excuses for your lame ass while you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were openly ignoring me for whatever reason!”

Lo’ak could tell you weren’t breathing properly while talking, and he wanted to hold your face and get you to calm down but touching you seemed off the table right now.

“And you come back and tell me my tail looks prettier?”

“I was just-“

“I’m still talking.” Your stern voice made him seal his lips shut, but he couldn’t help how his heart leapt a little in his chest. He had to fight the smile that was forming on his lips because he really didn’t want you to think he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“I appreciate you telling me my tail looks prettier but that does not and will never compensate for how shitty you made me feel lately.” Your voice was less harsh and smaller. He could tell you were slowly letting the tough façade fall apart because you weren’t used to getting hurt this badly. It drained you so much having him hurt you like this, and it made Lo’ak drown deeper in the guilt.

“I know it won’t, but I promise it hurt me just as much.”

“Then why did you do it?” Eywa, he wishes he could tell you.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then we cant be friends again.” Your response was quick and dry. Lo’ak felt like he was quickly losing you the more he spoke and that absolutely terrified him.

“No, you don’t get it. If I tell you, I will lose you.”

“Is there anything to lose at this point?” Lo’ak was starting to realize how badly he fucked up the moment you said this.

“Wha- of course there is?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared down at you and for the first time, you weren’t glaring at him. Your eyes were slowly filling up with tears, breathing getting quicker by the second.

Lo’ak reached his hands towards your face to test the waters and when you didn’t flinch or pull away, just kept your eyes locked with his, he knew just how badly you needed to be held.

“Oh I’m so terrible, aren’t I?” He almost cooed at you, hands holding your face with his thumbs caressing your cheeks and your little nod before blinking some tears away.

“So… so terrible.” you nuzzled against his hand, a hiccup escaping your lips as you held back a sob.

“Eywa,” Lo’ak whispered, stepping a little closer to you so he could rest his forehead against yours. “You mean so much to me and it’s… terrifying.”

Your confusion only pushed him to continue, his nose brushing against yours and suddenly you were aware of how close—how intimate the position you were in. But you didn’t mind, your heart was racing yet you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away this time.

“If I mean so much to you, why hurt me?” your voice was small, almost too afraid to speak louder and ruin the moment.

“I thought hurting you would get you to hate me,” Lo’ak swallowed hard, eyes focused on your lips before staring right back at yours once again. “and you would realize that you deserve someone better than me.”

“And you think you have the right to choose for me?” your hands slowly moved up towards his shoulders and at first, he thought you were going to push him away. It wasn’t until he felt you press your body closer before wrapping your arms around his neck that he realized that you were doing the complete opposite.

“I chose you—Eywa chose you for me, and she is never wrong.” And you were right. As if your skin glowing in the dark wasn’t already beautiful, the forest decided to bless your moment even further.

Seeds of the sacred tree were floating all around you both, the pure spirits giving Lo’ak the reassurance and the tiny push he needed to finally close the distance between you two.

Your breath hitched when you felt his lips brush against yours, but you were growing impatient with the small amount of hesitance left in him.

“Promise me that you won’t hurt me again,” your words were hushed, breath quickening when you felt him pull you in closer by your hips.

“I promise.” the stars illuminated the sky and the night was threatening to get colder. But when Lo’ak was pulling you impossibly closer, your cheeks flushed with heat. His fingers traced the skin on your hipbone before digging in harshly, your sharp intake of breath making his eyes wander down to your lips once again.

“It’s unfair…“ your whisper caught him off guard and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they rose high when your hands slid down to caress his arms, gently moving towards his chest to rest your hands there. You looked up at him through your lashes, and if Lo’ak wasn’t aware of his feelings for you, he would think you were trying to make him fall deeper in love with every bit of you.

“What is unfair?”

“That you’re taking so long to kiss me,” your hands gently grabbed his face, holding his jaw to tilt his head down towards you. “I see you, Lo’ak.”

You didn’t need for him to say it in return—he wasn’t exactly able to with his lips pressed against yours in dizzying manner. You never thought you could grow more nervous around Lo’ak yet he seemed to have a knack for surprising you everytime, especially with his hands gripping the back of your thighs to pull you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

“I see—I see you too,” when he pulled away, panting from the kiss and eyes glazed with what appeared to be a mixture of lust and admiration, you could only squeeze your legs around his waist with a small smile.

“Already so out of breath?” your lips brushed against his nose in an endearing manner, fingers tracing his cheek to take in every little detail that made him who he is—yours.

“You dont know what you do to me,” he slowly backed you up against a tree, your cheeks flushing when you realized just how intimate the position you were in.

“Maybe I would like to find out,” Your teasing, your playful tone and your eyes that were clearly so lost in his, were constant reminders of how special he felt around you.

He, who had the honor of being your one and only, could only pray that Eywa approved of his love and devotion for you.

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[luvv4j4ybe11]

Could you make fluffy headcanons for Lo’ak? Babie deserves some luv 🥹

YES!! I need more asks for lo’ak bc I love writing for my man😩

Warnings~ some suggestive themes, but other than that none! Just fluff<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

🎀 ~ babyboy actually adores you sm:( he’s such a little lovesick puppy it’s so cute

🎀~ like, one time you had to go away for a hunting trip, and the second you got back home he was practically glued to you. Telling you how much he missed you and how much he loved you:(

🎀~ loves when you play with his hair, or when you braid it (and ofc he does the same to u)

🎀~ ik we ALLL know it, but he’s such a “my love/ma tìyawn” , “ma” , “mama” “mamas”, typa guy and it SHOWS

🎀~ always checks up on you, like hes so in tune with you’re emotions. He can tell what’s bothering you just by your body language and breathing

🎀~ always convinces you to do dumb shit with him😭 and if you’re already naturally a reckless person you’d just add to his fire

🎀~ says “again” or “one more, mama” after kissing you (you always giggle and grant his wish ofc)

🎀~ holds and kisses you when you’ve had a bad day, having cramps or if you’re feeling a certain way:(

🎀~ always makes time for you, no matter what. He cares for you and he makes sure you know it.

🎀~ hates the people you hate, and if he catches them talking about you, you will be coming home to him with bloody hands and a bruised face.(the others looked worse tho!)

🎀~ will randomly compliment you when you’re doing something, just to see you get all giddy and excited

🎀~ hugs from behind, and amazing hand placement 😩

🎀~ “hyper bf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 hyper gf“

🎀~ loves to cuddle. Will literally pull you onto him (because he’s always taking advantage of how much more stronger he is than you) and force you to cuddle with him. And if you try to get off he’ll just lay on top of you!

“Lo’ak! Please! Get off of me! You’re too heavyy!” You shout, but he could care less. He was too busy shoving his face into the softness of your tits.

“I don’t care! You’ve been up for way too long and I need you to relax.” He demanded, pressing more of his body weight onto you.

You huff in annoyed, opening your mouth to say let out a snarky comment, but closing it the second he lifts his head up to glare at you like he knew what you were going to say. Finally making you submit to his advance, falling asleep under the comfortable weight of his body immediately.

🎀~ knows you have a tendency to overthink, so he’ll constantly be there to reassure you. And you always do the same for him.

🎀~ whenever he gets into in argument with his dad/ just has a bad day, he’ll always go straight to you. And you always know by the way his ears and tail hang all low and his his shoulders are slightly ridged, so without hesitation you take him into your arms (barley tho) and stroke his hair gently, allowing him to finally relax as he tells you briefly what happened.

🎀~ will pick you up randomly and throw you over his shoulder/ carry you bridal style. Especially if you’re talking to someone and he wants your attention ;(

🎀~ “bf that talks a lot 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 gf that also talks a lot, but listens”

A/N~ here’s a lil sum before I start writing for “pandoras glow”! I kinda got a lil bored of writing this so I apologize if it’s a lil short😭 regardless tho I hope you enjoyed! Love you guys endlessly and stay safe💕

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[pandorxxx]

Fetch

Neteyam x Metkayina fem reader x lo’ak (all characters aged up)

Warning: cursing, p in v, oral, praise link, degrading kink, daddy kink, choke kink, spit kink, Auralism, dom-lo’ak, soft dom- Neteyam (He’s whimpering in this one), creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, throat bulge, reader is filthy in this one, a lot of dirty talk. (Lmk if I miss anything)

Synopsis: when Tsireya leaves you in the forest without any clothes, it’s your job to find your way back home in hopes that no one will see you. However, that idea doesn’t go as planned.

🔞mdni🔞

“I swear to eywa, I’m going to kill that girl when i get back.” You mumbled, walking through the forest…soaking wet and naked. Tsireya decided to pay you back for taking her clothes when you dared her to go skinny dipping a few weeks ago, so she decided to return the favor this time. As sisters, you two joked and played around a lot, and it tended to go alittle too far sometimes.

You shivered from the night breeze, covering your chest as you walked through the forest with a quickness. It was after eclipse, so you were hoping no one saw you. It was usually very quiet around this time.

“Bro this is all your fault. Now we’re fucking lost.” You heard in the distance, completely stopping in your tracks. “What? This is Your fault! We wouldn’t even be out here if it wasn’t for you!” A deeper, heavier voice growled, coming close with each footstep. Your eyes widened, scurrying behind a nearby bush, making the most noise possible.

“Fuck was that?” Lo’ak whispered, pulling his knife out of the casing. “This way.” Neteyam nudged his head, grabbing his bow from around his chest, loading it up. The footsteps got louder, and all you could do was hold your breath and shut your eyes tightly, praying that they would walk away.

Seeing as your trembling shook the shrub you were hiding behind, it wasn’t hard to find you. Neteyam raised his bow, pointing it in the shrubs direction.

“Come out now.” Lo’ak growled, knife in hand. “Don’t make this hard.” Neteyam spoke, pulling his bow back. You internally cursed, heart beating out of your chest.

“I-it’s me! Y/n!” You shouted in a frightened tone. Still hiding behind the shrub. Neteyam immediately put the bow down, wrapping it around his body again. Lo’ak followed, slowly placing the knife back in its casing.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here so late?” Neteyam started. “And by yourself?” Lo’ak finished the thought. You could hear the footsteps getting closer and you panicked.

“NO! Don’t come any closer, please!” You pleaded, sticking your head out the side of the shrub. Your curly hair was soaking wet and you looked as stressed as you actually were. They both stopped in their tracks, glancing at each other before looking back at you.

“Bro, what the fuck are you doing? And why is your hair wet?” Lo’ak asked In a frustrated tone. Neteyam crossed his arms around his chest, a confused look plastered across his face as he awaited an explanation from you.

“My stupid sister! She dared me to go skinny dipping and then took my clothing.” You explained, and the brothers immediately erupted in laughter.

“Ha ha, very fucking funny.” You said sarcastically as you watched them laugh in your face. “Wait so- Tsireya left you here?” Neteyam laughed, regaining his breath.

“Yes, skxawng! And I’m cold as shit!” You shouted, rubbing your shoulders to create some heat. “And…you’re naked right now?” Lo’ak chuckled, trying to look over the shrub to get a peek.

“You’re such a perv! I need to get back! Help me, please?” You pleaded, shooting them a fake smile. “What the fuck are we supposed to do?” Lo’ak chuckled, gesturing in confusion. You sighed, there really wasn’t much they could do. You looked around for a few seconds before darting your eyes to Neteyam. A brown shawl tied around his neck, hanging behind his back.

“Give me the shawl!” You shouted in excitement, holding your hand out for it. Neteyam went to untie it before lo’ak stopped him. Neteyam and Lo’ak devised a plan through eye contact, smiling at eachother all-knowingly before staring back at you.

“Say please.” Lo’ak grinned. His gaze altered in seconds. It was cold, hard, and full of lust. You hissed at him as a way of disobeying his command. Without saying a word, they both snickered before turning around to walk away. You rolled your eyes in frustration, putting your pride aside.

“Fuck! PLEASE!” You shouted, making them turn back around to face you. “I love a girl with manners.” Neteyam muttered, untying the shawl from around his shoulders, handing it to lo’ak. Lo’ak proceeded to throw it a few inches in front of him before crossing his arms.

“Fetch.” Lo’ak spoke lowly, shooting you a devilish smirk as Neteyam snickered in the background. You were furious, heart rate increasing from rage. Your face balled up in anger, glaring at both of the boys.

“You know what?” You muttered in anger, standing to your full height, revealing your full breasts and slim waist. You stomped over to them, now revealing your full hips and long legs. Neteyam and lo’ak eyed your small frame with slight smirks. “Fuck both of you! Keep the stupid shawl! I’m LEA-VING!” You hissed, poking both of them in the chest. You spun around harshly, causing your hair to hit their chests before you attempted to walk away. You felt a tug on your tail, causing you to yelp in pain and hault in your tracks.

Neteyam took his place infront of you, towering over your little frame. “Move out the fucking way.” You spat, glaring up at him. You felt a hard tug to your tail again, causing you to whimper. “Watch your mouth.” Lo’ak growled from behind you.

Without a single word, neteyam started at your neck, letting his fingertips graze past your damp skin. Your breathing hitched, and your heart rate sped up. You watched his hand run all the way down your chest to your full breast. He rolled your hard nipple between his fingers before sending it a firm smack. The sensitivity making you whimper in pain.

“Shut up, or so help me God-“ he muttered, holding you steady by your neck. “Not a sound.” He growled, shaking your neck with every word. You nodded hastily. A pool of your own essence running down your legs.

“That took no time at all. Huh?” Lo’ak spoke in his melodic tone, pulling you flush to his chest by your tail. He pushed his hips into your backside, just so you could feel his growing bulge. He ran his hand down your stomach until he reached your dripping cunt. You gasped loudly when you felt his fingers part you open, using his middle and ring finger to rub slow circles into your clit. You let out a guttural moan, throwing your head back on his chest. Neteyam watched you intently, stepping alittle closer to peck your agape lips.

“Are you gonna be a good girl? Huh?” He asked, smacking your breast for a second time before he pecked your lips again. Your body jumped from the impact, moaning loudly into the kiss.

“I-I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” You whimpered breathily, feeling your peek already nearing. Lo’ak leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving the biggest hickeys possible. Your legs started to tremble, small droplets of your essence falling down your thighs.

“Mhm, show me what this pussy can do. I know you’re close.” Lo’ak whispered in your ear, speeding up the pace on your sensitive clit. “Cum for us, baby.” Neteyam whispered in your other ear. Both brothers coaching you though your orgasm was enough for you to release. “I-I’m cumming!” You whimpered, nodding your head at Neteyam as he pecked your lips once more, playing with your abused nipple before smacking it again.

“Give it to me, come on! I know you can.” Lo’ak grunted, sucking on your neck. Just like that, you squirted all over neteyam’s lower abdomen. A whining and moaning mess as lo’ak started to tap your clit, making your orgasm more intense. “OH MY- YESSSS!” You screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slid down to the ground slowly, Lo’ak following you to the ground as well. You two were on your knees as he kept his pace on your sensitive clit, making your body jolt uncontrollably.

“Lo’aaaaaak please!” You screamed, the pleasure becoming too much for you. “One more time, baby. I wanna see this pussy squirt for me one more time, ok?” He explained in your ear, giving it a small peck before swiping your clit from side to side quickly. Your jaw dropped, moans getting caught in your throat as all 3 of you listened to the squelching sounds of your dripping cunt. You grabbed lo’aks wrist, holding onto it for dear life as you felt your second orgasm approaching you.

You glanced up at Neteyam. His loincloth was around his ankles as he jerked off to your sweet sounds, glaring at you with nothing but lust. “Nete- please.” You pleaded, hoping that he would stop lo’ak from sending you an unbearable amount of pleasure. “Not until you squirt again.” He moaned, smearing the precum around his throbbing tip.

“Fuuuck!” You moaned, throwing your head back onto lo’aks chest. “That’s right, just fucking take it. Be a good girl.” Lo’ak groaned, tapping your clit repeatedly, completely sending you over the edge.

“Ohhhh shit!” You squealed, squirting for a second time. Neteyam quickly kneeled infront of you, letting his cock get sprayed with your essence as he sped up his pace. “Mmm, such a good girl.” Neteyam moaned, looking down at his soaking wet cock as he jerked it quickly.

“There you go, baby.” Lo’ak chuckled, pecking your abused neck as he slowed down on your clit. He Finally let you go, backing away from you and you immediately fell forward. Lo’ak licked his fingers clean, humming at your sweetness.

You groaned in exhaustion, lazily sitting up to be met with Neteyam, jerking his cock in your direction. “We’re not done yet. I want this big mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He growled, gripping your hair tightly.

“And I wanna stretch this pussy out.” Lo’ak growled from behind you, sending a hard smack to your ass. Neteyam laid down infront of you, signaling for you to come closer with his finger. You lazily crawl in between his legs until you were eye to eye with his pelvis. His hard cock throbbing with every heartbeat.

Lo’ak untied his loincloth before crawling up behind you, grabbing your hips to bring you flush to his pelvis. His cock sliding in between your wet folds made you let out a few soft moans for him.

“You see the mess you made?” Neteyam growled, referring to his dripping cock. “Suck me clean, now.” He commanded, throwing his hands behind his head, waiting for you to follow his orders. You nodded quickly before grabbing his cock, flicking your warm tongue along his tip, making his hips buck ever so slightly. After a few kitten licks, you decided to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking the precum out of him. “Shiiiiiitttt.” He moaned, throwing his head back as his face screwed in pleasure. Your eyes rolled back when you felt lo’ak probing at your aching hole. Sliding the tip in and out slowly, teasing you. Before you knew it, he slammed into you, making you hum on Neteyam.

“Feel that, baby?” Lo’ak moaned, biting his lip as he started to pound into you. You let out staggered moans on neteyams cock before you began to bob your head up and down his entire shaft. “Holy shit, y/n.” He groaned, grabbing your hair into a ponytail as you went to work on him. You looked into his eyes as you shook your head from side to side on him. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to suppress his moans as he felt your throat contracting around his length.

“Mmmmm!” You hummed, eyes rolling to the back of your head again as lo’ak slammed against your sweet spot with every thrust. You clenched around him repeatedly, on purpose. You wanted to hear him moan just like Neteyam.

“Goddamn, s-stop that shit! That’s a sure way to make me cum in this pussy.” He moaned, shifting his hips up to jam into your sweetspot repeatedly. You went cross eyed from the pleasure, pulling off of Neteyam to let out the nastiest moan for him. You gripped neteyams cock, spitting on it before pumping him quickly. Spit dripping from your chin down your chest.

“Keep fucking me juuuust like that. Don’t *thrust* fucking *thrust* stoooop!!” You whined through a clenched jaw, looking back at a focused lo’ak. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead and chest. His lip tucked between his teeth as he watched your ass smack against his pelvis with every hard stroke.

“Such a naaaasty girl, aren’t you?” Lo’ak growled, stopping his movements just to let his spit fall in between your cheeks before slamming back into you. You hummed, smiling deliriously before turning your attention back to Neteyam. He was a wiggling/whimpering mess under you. You pumped him hard before pecking his throbbing tip. Your hands were quickly replaced by your mouth, bobbing your head on his length. His hips spazzed uncontrollably, thrusting into your mouth.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! You do it so damn good, baby.” He moaned, shifting his hands to the back of your head, guiding you the way he wanted to. His eyes rolled back, jaw dropped, and head thrown back. Without warning, he came deep down your throat. So deep that his seed trickled down to your stomach without you even swallowing.

“Fuuuck yes!” He growled, watching you slowly slide off of his shaft, collecting all of his seed on the way up, making a loud popping sound when you detached from him. You spit his cum all over his cock before going in to lick it clean again, all while maintaining dangerous eye contact with him.

“You are fucking disgusting, you know that? Hmm?” He moaned through a clenched jaw, watching you suck him dry.

“Never knew you were such a filthy slut. I would’ve fucked your sooner.” Lo’ak chuckled, pounding into you to chase his orgasm. The loud clapping sounds and your sweet voice began to consume him. You detached from Neteyam, taking his hard cock in your hand to pump him firmly.

“Mmm! Stretching me s-soooo good, baby!” You whimpered, voice rippling from the hard thrusts. “You’re so fucking big lo’ak!” You moaned, eyes crossing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck, keep talking to me baby. Tell me how good it is.” He moaned, smacking your ass a few times, leaving handprints all across you. “I-I love this dick so much, daddy. Pleaseee! Im so fucking close!” You cried, placing your hands on either side of neteyam’s hips.

“Ohhh cum on daddy’s dick then. Show me how much you love it!” He groaned, throwing his head back as his lower abdomen tightened.

Neteyam grabbed his cock, immediately thrusting into his hand, coaxing loud squelching sounds from all of your spit and his seed combined. It was music to your ears, he whimpered loudly, watching your breasts jump from each thrust lo’ak sent you.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You nodded, face scrunched up in pleasure as you watched Neteyam. You both locked eyes, and he immediately sped up. “S-So am I, baby. Just keep looking at me like that, don’t stop, ok?” Neteyam moaned breathily, his stomach muscles tensing as his legs began to shake.

“Mhm!” You whined, lip between your teeth as your body started to shake violently. “Shiiit! I’m right behind you baby! I’m right there! I’m right there!” Lo’ak whimpered, throwing his head back. His eyes rolled in pleasure, whining loudly as you clenched around him.

“Yesss! Oh My God!” You screeched, letting your essence coat lo’aks cock. Creating loud squelching sounds with every sloppy thrust.

Your sweet sounds sent Neteyam over the edge, and his seed shot up and onto his stomach with a couple of loud moans.

“Mmm, here it comes baby.” Lo’ak whined, thrusting into you one last time before filling you with his cum. You smiled deliriously, feeling his hot, sticky seed trickle into your womb.

You took this time to lick neteyams stomach clean, slurping his seed up before swallowing it. “Are you gonna let me fuck you, too? Hmm?” Neteyam smirked.

“Yeah, Don’t leave my brother hanging. Let him try this pussy out.” Lo’ak snickered, pulling out of you before he smacked your ass. You giggled, shifting around to straddle neteyam’s lap backwards. You held onto his knees before sliding down on him slowly. “This pussy’s so fucking tight.” Neteyam groaned, smacking your already bruised ass. You moaned at his words, bouncing on his lap quickly.

Lo’ak stood infront of you, brushing the tip of his dripping cock across your puffy lips. “Look at you, making such a fucking mess all the time. Do me a favor and suck me clean.” He smirked down at you. You opened your mouth, immediately taking him down your throat as you maintained lustful eye contact.

“Mhm, juuuust like that. Don’t fucking stop.” Lo’ak growled, holding your hair in a tight ponytail, using it as leverage to buck his hips into you. Meanwhile, neteyam watched your ass bounce up and down on his throbbing cock, sending him the most amount of pleasure. He grabbed your hips, bucking into you to meet your pace.

“Ah- a-ha! Fuuuck!” He moaned, eyes rolling in pleasure as he threw his head back. You moaned around lo’aks shaft, bobbing your head on him as you sucked him dry. You kept that eye contact with him the entire time, sending him spiraling.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna cum down your throat sooner that expected.” He moaned, throwing his head back in completely bliss. You detached from him with a loud popping sound, making him shoot his attention back down to you. “Keep your eyes on me.” You spoke sensually, engulfing him in your mouth again. Choking and gagging on his length as lines of spit flowed down your chin.

“Mmm, as you wish baby.” He smirked, lip between his teeth as he watched you go to work on him. Rolling your tongue around his entire cock, making sure to give attention to every vein, every ridge. “So fucking nasty. Open your mouth.” He muttered through gritted teeth. You detached from him again, opening your mouth wide for him. He stuck his tongue out, letting his spit cascade down to his tip and into your mouth. And without question, you swallowed it quickly before taking him into your mouth again.

You hummed around lo’ak, eyes rolling back as Neteyam bucked his hips into you harshly, slamming against your abused sweetspot with every thrust.

“Baby, I’m so fucking close. Mmm, this pussy is so good!” Neteyam grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You were close too, and he knew it. Your walls fluttered around his shaft and your moans were getting louder.

You spit lo’aks cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp, pumping him in your hand quickly. “Fuck, baby! You’re so big! This dick is sooo big!”

You whimpered, bouncing on him faster.

“Mmm, stretching this tight little pussy juuuuust right, huh? Feels good, baby?” Neteyam moaned, smacking your ass once more. His voice was low and sensual, turning you on more than you already had been.

“It feels s-so good. You’re gonna make me cum.” You whimpered, taking lo’ak into your mouth again. “Fuuuck! Cum on this dick then. Give it to me!” Neteyam growled, speeding up the pace for you.

“This mouth of yours is so filthy.” Lo’ak moaned, holding either side of your head to buck his hips quickly. He fucked your throat hard. So hard that a bulge emerged in your neck with each thrust.

“Look at that. Gonna make me cum down your throat!” Lo’ak grunted, his stomach tightened again. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Lo’ak moaned before filling your throat with his seed. He bucked his hips into your mouth slowly, throwing his head back in pleasure. You gasped for air once he pulled out of you. Your eyes were watery and your mouth was soaked with your spit and his seed.

“Ohhhh fuck! Daddy I’m cumming!” You finally screamed, using neteyam’s legs as leveraged to bounce on him at a fast pace. Your body shook uncontrollably as you sprayed his lower abdomen with every thrust. “Yes baby. Squirt for daddy.” He moaned, watching your juices flow down the sides of his hips.

“Ohhh *thrust* My *thrust* God!” Neteyam moaned, his eyes rolling back as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You hummed, rolling your hips into his, causing his body to twitch in pleasure.

Lo’ak grabbed you by your neck, staring directly into your eyes. “You’re a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” He asked with a slight smirk, smacking your face a couple of times. You smiled deliriously, eyes low from exhaustion. “Mhmmm!” You giggled, lip between your teeth.

Neteyam slid from under you, shifting to his knees. “Bend her over.” Neteyam commanded, and lo’ak quickly pushed your cheek down into the ground beneath you, revealing your cum filled cunt to Neteyam. His seed leaking out, and down your thighs. He took two fingers, sliding them into your cunt, coaxing the wettest sound out of you. You moaned loudly, biting your lip. He slid his fingers out, admiring his slick covered hand. He stood to his feet, walking around to stand infront of you. Lo’ak let you go, taking his place next to his brother.

“Sit up.” Lo’ak spat. You obliged, sitting up on your knees infront of them. Neteyam caressed the back of your head, smearing his fingers across your lips. “Open.” He commanded and you followed. Opening your mouth to suck his fingers clean, swirling your tongue around and in between his fingers while you hummed lowly. You detached from his fingers before licking your lips.

“You are by far…the nastiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Lo’ak chuckled, bending down to grab the shawl, throwing it to you.

“You earned that.” Neteyam pointed at you. You rolled your eyes, throwing the shawl around your shoulders before standing to your full height.

“Whatever, can we go now?” You spat, pushing past the both of them as you walked away from the brothers.

“Oh wow.” Neteyam chuckled, grabbing his loincloth to tie it around his hips. “Don’t fucking start, you were just so sweet a few minutes ago.” Lo’ak snarled, tying his loincloth around his hips.

“Ohhh lo’ak! Its sooo big!” Lo’ak mocked, causing Neteyam to laugh out loud as they both trailed behind you.

“HUSH!” You hissed. Turning around to face them. You walked up alittle closer. “And NO ONE can know about this! Understand?” You commanded, shifting your eye contact between the both of them. They both chuckled before lo’ak grabbed you by the neck, pulling you closer to the both of them before speaking:

“Only if we can do it again…”

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[sunfyresrider]

Memories

Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x Fem!Reader

Summary: After you go into labor unexpectedly it’s up to, Jake, your father in law and Lo’ak, your husband, to get you through it. Meanwhile, Lo’ak recounts all of the first times in your relationship while you’re giving birth to your first child. Tags: pregnancy, established relationship, fluff, small smut scene, Lo’ak being a dummy (himself), sentimental moments, Jake stressing, and finally birth (blood, contractions, and pain). Word Count: 2466. Author’s Note: I am not sure how I feel about this but it’s been in my head for so longggg. Actually, it’s my first time doing flashback scenes so lmk any constructive criticism. (I’ve never given birth either so I’m going off the top of my head.)

-Present

A relationship was filled with many first times, first date, first kiss, and first intimate experience. After so many firsts you would assume you would be prepared for the next, but nothing prepared you for this. More specifically, nothing prepared your husband for what was about to happen.

It was midday when you noticed something was up, your baby kicked in your belly more and the cramps came more frequently. You brushed it aside, assuming it was a false alarm. The hunting trip planned with your father in-law and husband was meant to be short and you couldn’t miss another family outing due to cramps. Although, now that you’re miles deep into the forest, stuck with two idiots you love dearly, you realize that was a grave mistake.

“Lo’ak…” you groaned, bent over gripping onto the nearest tree you could find. Both of their heads whipped around, “Baby?” You mustered up the strength to mutter the next words, watching as their faces trailed down your legs. A look of disbelief and terror glazing your husband’s eyes, “My water broke.”

In less than seconds you were on the ground, your legs spread and hands squeezing Lo’ak’s arm hard enough it was turning white. “What do I do? What do I do?” He was frantic, watching you writhe in pain and struggle to push. “Is that blood?!” Lo’ak looked mortified, were you bleeding to death? Does this happen during every birth? “Ok… ok, just push, baby girl.” His father sounded less than confident, sweat pooling at his forehead. Jake’s eyes purposefully avoided your lower regions, opting to stare with pained expression at your face. “Umm…”

“You’ve had three kids and you don’t know what you’re doing?!” The worry in his heart all but exploded at the realization, no one here knew how to deliver a baby. He felt his head become light as he stared at the blood, Lo’ak’s eyes began to droop and his body swayed back. A heavy slap sounded at the back of his head, drawing him back to the situation at hand. “Pull yourself together, boy! You’re a man! Act like it!”

You tried to block out their voices, think only about the precious life coming out of you. Whatever was going on in front of you was not your concern, though it was ceaselessly annoying. “Will you both shut up!” You screeched out and the forest around you went silent. A deep breath escaped your lungs, closing your eyes you began praying to Ewya for strength. All Lo’ak could was watch, his mind drifting back to where this all started.

-The First Meeting

Lo’ak was only six, rummaging around where he probably shouldn’t have been. He was somewhere in his grandmother’s hut, taking something he wasn’t supposed to. Lo’ak was tall for his age, yet somehow you managed to miss him completely and run directly into his back, knocking a pot of a mystery liquid all over the floor. He whipped around quickly, ears peeking up at the sound of glass shattering. “Owie,” you rubbed the spot on your head where he assumed you hit him.

“Watch where you’re going dummy!” He shouted, not thinking about how hurt you actually were. Your pained expression dropped, eyes narrowing at the sight of him. “Lo’ak Sully! You can not be in here!” At that instance he knew, you were a little shit. The one that always followed his grandmother around like a shadow, stealing all of Kiri’s attention away from everyone else. “Me? You’re in trouble for breaking that!”

You gasped at the glass, your eyes beginning to water. It must have been something special to get you to react like that. You stood up quickly, your tail lowered behind you and ears flattened against your skull. Lo’ak felt heartbroken for a moment, seeing you look so defeated. His dad always says to be nice to girls and already he was failing. He went to reach out, touch your arm in comfort or something. Then a deranged look appeared in your eyes,“Not if I tell on you first!”

“You little brat!” He couldn’t believe how easily you tricked him! You took off sprinting in the direction of the entrance, your tail whipping behind you frantically. He threw down whatever he originally planned on stealing and chased after you, no way was he taking the blame for this.

-Present

“Okay baby, just breathe in, 3…2…1” you took a deep breath, clenching his arm tightly with your first. “Now release and push,” he spoke lightly as to not piss you off any further. Jake was on the com with Neytiri, whose shouting voice could be heard from a mile away. Somewhere he found his sanity in reliving memories as he tried his best to coach you through it. You let out a strained cry and Lo’ak’s ears fell flat, “you’re doing great, tahni. A few more tries.”

-The First Date

Lo’ak had asked you out a hundred different times, each time had a different, more creative way of rejection. One more try, he promised himself as he made his way to your hut. This time he brought a bouquet of flowers he searched all over Pandora to find, did all girls like flowers? Kiri told him you liked variations of things, which was the opposite of specific. Lo’ak felt like an idiot waltzing around camp with a rainbow assortment held out in front of him, if you rejected him this time around he might just let a thanator eat him.

To his surprise, you said yes almost immediately and ushered him out of your hut with an unnerving haste. It was really awkward at first, the picnic he planned was too silent aside from the sounds of you chewing your food. He shuffled uncomfortably in his spot, clearing his throat to speak up. “I-“

“Lo’ak I like you, a lot,” you deadpanned, staring off into the distance. Lo’ak froze in place, his entire body language perking up at the thought. Then again, his ears could be betraying him. “It’s just… you know… My parents have already picked a match they’ll think will be suitable and I’ve never ever gone against them.” His joy melted away into a swirl of despair and disappointment. If he ever got shot, he could only assume it felt like this. “Who?”

His question was simple, what man did they think was so much better than him? “Atan, but I’ve never liked him and he has a weird face and-” Lo’ak couldn’t contain the chuckle that escaped him, were you really being serious? “Atan? Fucking Atan? The biggest idiot known to Na’vi kind?” A wave of superiority or maybe confidence knowing his competitor was a complete idiot enveloped him. His ears perked back up, a smile gracing his features. “Well yeah,” you looked at him incredulously, awaiting for his next words anxiously.

“Babe, I will literally sweep the floor with Atan.” He stood up from his position, determination all over his face. “Give me a month and your parents will regret ever considering him.” You were completely dumbfounded, mildly insulted on behalf of your potential mate. Lo’ak outstretched hand, signaling for you to take it. “Screw this, I’m meeting your parents tonight.”

-Present

“Neytiri is on her way with Kiri right now. Lo’ak get in position.” Jake spoke quickly as he took his seat on your other side, taking the place as your hand holder. Even while in the middle of birth both of the men took it as a very serious mission. “Yes sir, I can see the head.” The words fumbled out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. “You’re doing great babygirl, just a few more pushes alright?” Lo’ak’s smile stretched from ear to ear, The head! He was looking at a baby’s fucking head!

-The First Kiss

The bioluminescent flowers perfectly illuminated your face, the freckles on your face decorating your every feature. Lo’ak couldn’t help but stare as you laid next to him so peacefully, basking in the light of Pandora’s moons. Your lips looked more tantalizing than usual, the plush softness all but invading his mind. You’d been going out for so long now surely it was past time to try or at least ask right?

“Tahni?” The words came out in a hushed whisper, stirring you awake. “What is it, Lo?” You glanced up at him, an expression you’ve never seen before gracing his features. There was a river of emotions flooding behind his eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Can I kiss you?”

There was a beat of silence as you stared into his eyes. A moment where your heart swelled in your chest as the butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. And then your lips were pressed against his, fumbling against each other as you learned to move in sync. Your hands came up to his face, cupping his cheeks as you felt his rough ones against your waist, pulling you closer.

When you pulled apart, your faces were both purple from the lack of air. Lo'ak's mouth hung open as he tried to catch his breath, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. His eyes were blown out in lust, a silent plea to touch him again. You bit your lip, forcing back the giggle threatening to escape your throat. “Can we do it again, please?”

-Present

The baby was nearly out, you were almost free from the seemingly endless suffering. Your breaths were weighted, "One last push. You're doing great. Keep going!" Lo’ak did his best to encourage you, watching your face as you focused all your energy into pushing. “You did this- I-I’m gonna k-kill you!” This was his fault, you weren’t the one that had an appetite like a starved animal. Your hands tightened on Jake as you cursed out your husband. Lo'ak wasn’t offended, in fact the memory brought him nothing but joy.

-The first time

Your bodies intertwined perfectly, his movements slow, almost teasing, as he pushed himself inside of you. He wanted to feel every inch, every second, every movement. Lo’ak wanted you to feel him, to remember his shape, to know how well he fit inside you. He wanted this feeling to be ingrained into your memory so the next time you laid down, he was the only thing you could imagine.

From your connection, Tsaheylu, Lo’ak knew he was doing better than expected, that you loved him more than he believed. His love for you grew deeper, he felt your heartbeat, the rhythm of your breathing, the pulsing of the blood coursing through your veins. Your love was a beautiful melody he could listen to for the rest of his life.

His pace quickened, on your command, of course. He couldn't deny his queen a thing she wanted. He pushed himself in further, making sure to hit the spot that made your back arch, your toes curl, and your moans louder. He felt it, the tightening, the way your walls closed around him. Your fingers clawed into his back, pulling him closer, deeper, tighter, as if there was room for him to go. Lo'ak's breath was uneven as his climax neared, his lips pressing against your neck, his hands grabbing at whatever they could reach.

That feeling of bliss, the one he longed to reach. You were the only one who could take him there, the only one that made him feel anything, the only one he could let his guard down with. You were the only one he trusted, the only one he needed. Lo’ak movements became frantic, feeling you reach your own release, the sounds that slipped from your lips driving him mad. Your cries filled the forest, his name on your tongue, begging him not to stop.

He didn't want to finish, he wanted this to last, to feel this way forever, with you. It was too much, his body wasn't letting him hold on any longer, so he let go. Your name rolled off his tongue, over and over again, a prayer, a thanks, a confession. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that Lo'ak would never forget.

"I love you."

-The first child

You let out one final scream, using up all of your strength. You felt all the pressure within you snap, the constant ache disappearing into oblivion. For a moment, the forest was completely silent, only your ragged breaths filling the air. That was until the screams of a newborn child echoed in the trees.

Lo’ak was the first to see her, to hold her, and to bask in her beauty. “It’s a girl,” he said softly, looking back at you, his smile so bright it could light up the entire moon. She was small, her skin a beautiful hue of blue, her head full of black hair. Jake’s arms snaked around you, pulling you into his lap, holding you as if you would break if he didn't. o'ak was mesmerized by the new life that he helped create.

“Give her to me, Lo.” you held out your arms, a warm smile on your face. Lo'ak couldn't deny his queen a single thing. As carefully as he could, he handed his daughter over to her mother, a sigh of relief when the baby immediately stilled in your grasp.

He was in complete awe. She was perfect, from her tiny toes, to her chubby little cheeks, she was the most beautiful thing Lo'ak had ever seen, besides her mother. Tears began to pool in his eyes, his chest swelling with pride. You and his daughter were everything to him. The love of his life, and his precious little princess. Lo'ak was never good with words, and right now was no different.

“I’m so proud of you both.” Jake spoke like a true father. The sounds of twigs cracking and feet scurrying across the floor caught Jake’s immediate attention. He could already hear the weighted breaths of Neytiri and Kiri as they neared you.“Ma Jake!” Neytiri ran towards you quickly, faltering in her steps as she looked at the scene before her.

Neytiri's hands moved over her heart as she watched, A tear began to streak down her face, a large closed mouth smile stretching from ear to ear. Kiri was already standing over you, no doubt asking too many questions about your health. Lo’ak had moved to where Jake once was, cradling you whilst rubbing soothing circles onto your hand. His tail swayed behind him, his head tilted downward, and his eyes fixed on the gift from Ewya in your arms.

“The first grandchild,” Neytiri murmured next to her mate, reminiscing on the birth of their first child. “Damn, we’re old,” Jake muttered, a soft chuckle escaping him.

[uramakimochi]

SISTER, I MET A BOY

Lo'ak x (Metkayina)Reader

Warnings: nothing, just fluff, (choose your spirit sister's name because i was too lazy to make one lol). Translated english, so feel free to correct me.

All my stories are works of my fantasy so i hope i didn't accidentally copy someone else's idea^^

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All the years you'd lived in the Metkayina clan, you'd believed that you would have never been able to find your ideal mate, the one you would have spent the rest of your life with. Yes, there were a lot of very handsome, strong and good-natured guys in your clan, but none of them had ever particularly attracted your attention.

But your life was suddenly turned upside down by the arrival of the Sully family in your village. And among the sons of the notorious Toruk Makto, it was Lo'ak who threw the cupid's arrow in your heart.

When you met, first becoming friends and then later lovers, you immediately understood that Eywa herself had made sure that your destinies crossed. When you were with Lo'ak it felt like the missing puzzle piece of your life had finally been put into place, with him you felt complete.

Lo'ak was a sweet and funny boy. You also understood that he was the type of person who acted before thinking, but you liked the determination he held in in heart and the sense of protection he always had towards the people he cared about.

When he told you, his brothers and your friends how he was rescued by a lone Tulkun, whom you later recognized as Payakan, none of the group listened to him, trying to tell him that he must already felt himself lucky to still be alive from the creature.

You felt a certain tenderness and slight pity towards him, but also a small tinge of disappointment with your friends. You might have expected it from his siblings, but you others, who were Metkayina people and had ties with your Tulkun brothers and sisters yourselves, could understand Lo'ak more than anyone else.

So that day you followed Lo'ak alone to comfort him. And it was at that moment that you both understood that you were made for each other.

Lo'ak would have no longer cared about being teased by Ao'nung and the others, or being scolded by his father and feeling the disappointment of the family. As long as you were with him, Lo'ak needed no one else.

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"Do you think that one day you could let me meet Payakan?"

Hearing those words, Lo'ak turned to look at you, while you lifted your head from his shoulder to look back at him.

His face was confused and almost uncertain.

"You… Would you really want to do that?" he asked you slowly.

You shrugged with a smile.

"Why shouldn't i?"

Lo'ak looked down at the flowing water below you.

"I don't know... Maybe you didn't trust him. Maybe you were afraid of him. I mean, everyone in your clan is afraid of him"

You reached out a hand to take his. Despite the difference in the color or the number of your fingers, in your opinion, there was no sight more beautiful than seeing your fingers lovingly intertwined.

"Lo'ak" you called him softly and he looked back at you. "Payakan chose you and now you are brothers. There is nothing better than this to be proud of. I am proud of you. I believed you, didn't i? Right from the start. And if you say Payakan isn't as bad as everyone thinks, then i trust you"

Lo'ak nodded slowly, feeling his own lips curve slightly upward.

"So i'd like to meet him. But if you or him don't feel ready yet, then it's no problem"

With the other hand you tried to move those two braids that always remained out of the others, bringing them behind his ear. Then you left your hand resting on his cheek.

Lo'ak leaned his face into your palm, rubbing his cheek against it and covering your hand with his.

"I already told Payakan about you" he told you.

You widened your eyelids slightly, while a shy smile spread across your face.

"I hope you said some nice things, at least" you replied and Lo'ak made a mock shocked face.

"Hey! Who did you take me for?" he exclaimed and you laughed. "Anyway, Payakan would be happy to meet you too. Actually, i haven't asked him yet... But i think it won't be a problem for him"

"Then i look forward to it" you said with an excited smile, which Lo'ak returned.

Suddenly the sound of a horn rang throughout the village and both you and Lo'ak rose to your feet.

Some people whooped with joy, while you saw the others begin to jump into the water and call their ilu or tsurak, making their way out into the open ocean.

"Y/n!" someone exclaimed.

When you looked down, you saw Tsireya on her ilu, a broad grin on her face.

"The Tulkuns are back!" she said, and then invited Lo'ak and his siblings, who were coming to you from their Marui curious, to welcome them.

Immediately you smiled too, hopping a little in place and then took Lo'ak's hand, squeezing it between both of yours.

"Our brothers and sisters are back! I'm so happy!"

Lo'ak smiled tenderly as your eyes seemed to sparkle with joy upon hearing the news.

"Come on, let's go!"

So you almost dragged him into the water, followed by Tsireya and Lo'ak's siblings, heading in the direction from which the Tulkuns were coming.

///

The Sully family had never imagined seeing such a sight. A huge herd of Tulkun had crossed the waters of the village, while any member of the clan swam towards them to welcome them with joy.

Everyone, men, women, even the newly born Metkayina babies were interacting with their Tulkun. Stories were exchanged between Na'vi and Tulkuns, together with smiles, laughter, swims and pirouettes underwater, as if it was talking between close relatives who hadn't seen each other for years.

But after all, that was exactly what it was about, wasn't it? This was the bond that united the Metkayina people to those wonderful creatures.

Your ilu sped past the people and Tulkuns who were swimming underwater around you, as you longed to finally be reunited with your Spirit Sister.

While Lo'ak, seated behind you, was looking around in amazement, you suddenly touched his leg, calling his attention. Lo'ak looked at you and you pointed a finger at a medium-sized Tulkun, not too big and imposing, but also not as small as a baby, who was slowly swimming in your direction. The closer you got, the more Lo'ak noticed the peculiar tattoo decorating the creature's abdomen, which was identical to the one on your arm. Combining that little factor with the huge smile you had on your lips, Lo'ak realized that it was indeed her, your Spirit Sister.

Without saying anything else, your ilu stopped and you broke away from it to swim briskly towards the Tulkun. Lo'ak preferred to stay behind, wanting to let you have your moment in private, so he just swam towards the surface, but still staying in the area.

As the Tulkun's eye fell on you, you mimed with your fingers.

"I see you, sister"

Your sister Tulkun was called [___]. She was sweet and caring, especially towards you, because she always cared about you and always put you before her, even when the problems might be her own. You owed her a lot, but you were so glad you bonded with her.

You saw her smile at you with her eyes, as she moved her fins.

"I see you Y/n" she replied. "You look grown up. You're even more beautiful than the last time we met"

You smiled embarrassed, but thanked her, then swam towards her and clung to her fin with your hands, as if you wanted to hug her.

"So are you [___]. I've missed you so much"

You wasted a good few minutes together telling each other about your adventures, even though between the two of you, she was the more curious to know how you were doing.

"[___]"

You swam to position yourself in front of her and the Tulkun immediately noticed the way your gaze dropped slightly in shyness, until you looked at her again.

"My sister, i met a boy" you said with a small smile.

"I'm very happy to know that. Finally your time has come too"

You nodded and even if at that moment you would have preferred to squeeze your fingers out of shyness, you knew that you needed them to communicate with her.

[___] knew about your lack of interest in the boys of your clan. She was your sister, you revealed even the darkest of your secrets to her, because you knew she would have never judged you. And knowing that finally, after all those years, you apparently seemed to have found someone, made her almost happier than you were.

"And what is he like? Tell me"

"His name is Lo'ak. He is from another clan. Some people in the village still seem to fear or judge him because of his different appearance from ours, but he is intrepid and courageous and will not let anyone step on his feet. But he's also sweet and funny and sometimes a little clumsy. We actually haven't known each other for a long time, because he and his family came here some weeks ago, but we bonded very quickly"

"Are you mates?"

Hearing that question almost seemed to make you feel your cheeks warm up, despite being underwater.

"No... Not officially, at least. I mean, we are still young to unite in front of Eywa. But i really wish that what we have built together will also remain for the rest of my life. I know it sounds strange, but i feel like a fire inside me every time i see him and i wish we'd never be apart. Is it... Is it weird? Am i exaggerating, sister?"

[___] let out a noise, almost like she was giggling.

"Y/n, that is not weird at all. It just means you fell in love. He makes you happy, doesn't he?"

[___] immediately saw the love and devotion for that boy, Lo'ak, fill your eyes and then you did a little spin backwards in excitement. She believed that she would have never witnessed a scene like that.

"So much. I see him, [___] and he sees me. I don't know what i would do if i ever lost him"

Since you were facing her, you could not have known that Lo'ak had watched the last part of the conversation from the distance, with a typical lover's smile on his face and his heart pounding fast in his chest.

But unlike you, [___] did notice, and when her eyes met Lo'ak's, he immediately floated to the surface, almost fearful of her presence.

Neteyam, who was swimming nearby, looked confused.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Lo'ak said nothing, and seconds later you too resurfaced in front of him, making him jump.

You took his hand with a wide smile.

"[___] wants to meet you" you told him and Lo'ak's eyes widened.

"A-Are you sure? She's not going to tell me something like that if i want to be with you i have to treat you right, or anything like that? She's not going to threaten to eat me, is she?"

Both you and Neteyam chuckled at his uncertainty and without saying anything you took him underwater with you, returning to the Tulkun.

She was waiting for you where you left her and as soon as Lo'ak was close enough, he greeted her.

"I see you [___]" he told her, gesturing with his fingers and she waved back.

You joined him with an amused smile.

"Lo'ak is a little afraid of you, sister" you told her and Lo'ak glared at you, which you ignored.

"But you told me just now that he was brave"

You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand and [___] closed her eyes as if she was smiling.

Lo'ak shook his head slightly as he saw you chatting and teasing him, as if he weren't right there beside you watching, but he couldn't help but smile too.

[___] made a turn on herself and then invited you to approach her with one of her fins.

"How about we go for a ride?"

You nodded frantically, then took Lo'ak's hand again and swam towards her together and once you reached her big fin, you clung tightly to it.

You and Lo'ak exchanged a smile, then [___] set off into the depths of the sea, taking you with her.

///

And so, after Lo'ak had known your Spirit Sister, some days later, he took you to meet his brother, outside of the reef.

"Payakan! Payakan!" cried Lo'ak aloud. "Payakan! It's me, Lo'ak!"

You remained attached to him, sitting with him on his ilu and waiting for the much feared outcast Tulkun to show itself.

After a couple of minutes, the water around you started moving harder and a few seconds later, Payakan rose to the surface.

"Hey!" Lo'ak exclaimed, throwing up his arms. "What's up bro?"

Payakan swam towards you and when your gazes met they remained fixed on each other.

You flashed a sweet smile at the Tulkun, greeting him with the hand gesture that said "I see you."

"Nice to meet you" you greeted him, trying to be as polite as possible.

Payakan made a small cry, closed his eyes quickly and then opened them again. You and Lo'ak noticed the almost indecipherable look in his eyes. He looked uncertain, afraid, and Lo'ak felt a small pang in his heart, having never seen him like this.

"Payakan, are you okay?" Lo'ak asked worriedly.

It almost seemed to you that the Tulkun shook his head negatively, looking at Lo'ak and then back at you.

Until suddenly he spoke.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

You felt in his words the pain of those who had been through a lot. Payakan was young, the equivalent of a carefree little boy who had all the happiness in life brutally taken away from.

He didn't deserve that.

You stepped off the ilu, swam towards him and placed a hand near his eye.

"Lo'ak has told me so many wonderful things about you and i trust his words completely, because he is not afraid of you" you said, throwing him a comforting smile. "So no, Payakan. I am not afraid of you either"

Lo'ak shot you a tender smile from your shoulders and came to you, covering your hand on Payakan's body with his.

"We see you, brother. And we will never leave you, okay?"

Payakan closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of what could feel like a strange group hug. As long as you and Lo'ak were with him, he knew there was still a small shred of happiness left for him.

///

That afternoon you stayed with Payakan, playing, swimming and talking until the eclipse was complete. The sky above you turned blue, while the stars that slowly appeared on it shone over your head like the freckles that decorated your bodies.

While you and Lo'ak laid on Payakan's back, cuddling and looking at the stars, the Tulkun swam slowly in your company, also admiring the multitudes of celestial bodies high in the sky.

"We should go back to the village" you muttered, not taking your eyes off the sky.

Lo'ak, who was gently stroking you from the shoulder down the arm with his fingertips, said nothing, just a discreet "Mh" that meant nothing.

Despite your words, neither of you wanted to go back to your families yet, you wanted to keep all the time possible just for you.

Silence fell between you again, broken by your breathing or the sound made by Payakan as he floated on the water.

Until...

"Y/n" Lo'ak called to you.

"Yes?"

You didn't want to move from that comfortable position, but you were forced to take your eyes off your beloved stars when Lo'ak placed a hand on your cheek, making you lift your head from his chest to look at him.

Despite the dark you remained enchanted staring at his face, starting from his yellowish eyes, to the rebellious braids that fell next to his cheek and to the bright dots that spread over his skin.

"What you said to [___] today..." he said, stroking the skin above your cheekbone with his thumb. "Did you really mean that?"

Your heart began to beat faster and for a moment you feared that Lo'ak himself could feel the warmth of your cheeks under his hand.

"Do you really want to live the rest of your life with me?" he asked you again.

"Lo'ak-"

"Because i want it. I know that we are still young and our relationship has just begun, but i know that i want to be with you until the end. I want us to be mates in the future, in front of Eywa. I want it more than anything else" he said solemnly.

You didn't answer him right away, but you slowly felt your lips curl upwards, while your eyes stung from the small tears that were forming.

"Lo'ak, i..."

Quickly, you rubbed a hand over your eyes, to avoid crying in front of him. Then you nodded frantically.

"Of course. Of course i really mean it. Otherwise why would i ever reveal all those things to my sister?"

You both chuckled and you lowered your face to him so that your foreheads touched.

"Oel ngati kameie, Lo'ak (I see you, Lo'ak). And I'm so glad you came into my life" you muttered, closing your eyes.

Lo'ak rubbed his nose against yours.

"Oel ngati kameie, Y/n" he replied, before placing a small kiss on your nose and then on your forehead. "And i am grateful to Eywa for bringing us together too"

You remained embraced for a few more seconds, immersed in your thoughts and daydreams about your future.

But your lovebirds moment was abruptly interrupted a few seconds later, when Payakan suddenly squirted water out of the hole in his back, wetting you a little.

You and Lo'ak let out squeals and he leapt to his feet.

"Payakan!" you exclaimed.

"Bro! You're disgusting!" Lo'ak then said.

Even without seeing him, you could swear that Payakan was laughing to himself, proud of his gesture and both you and Lo'ak, not being really angry with him, could not help but laugh too.

///

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hiii i have a request!!

so i was thinking like lo’ak x omatikaya reader where she is kind of like looked up to by the clan, perfect, sort of high achiever you get me? who is childhood bsf with lo’ak, who’s obv the clans resident trouble maker (love him for that). anyway something like lo’ak feeling down, could be abt him feeling like an outcast, maybe because of his human features or feeling alone like when his dad is being harsh on him and reader reassuring him and comforting him about it? maybe a lil romance at the end, just a peck on the lips or smth like that 🤭🤭 (he’d def be all shy and blushing!!!)

he’s so cute ☹️☹️

NOTHING LIKE YOU

pairing(s): lo'ak x fem!na'vi! reader

summary: after a particularly rough lecture from his father, lo'ak is overwhelmed by self-doubt. a shame he can't see himself the way she does.

author's note: my first time writing for someone other than neteyam yayayayayayaya!1!1!1! please please lmk if lo'ak is ooc or not, first time writing for him and allat. for sum reason i believe that lo'ak uses more contractions in her speech than neteyam? howeverrrr i can edit that out if it's unnatural or annoying!! feedback is much appreciated <3 i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed reading it ૮ㅠㅁㅠ ა!! he's so cute i want to swallow him.

the air hung heavy, thick as syrup, pressing down like a hand on lo’ak’s chest. the forest breathed around him in uneven pulses, twitching with the weight of damp heat and muted sound. he stumbled through the underbrush, his five-fingered hand ghosting over leaves slick with dew, as if by touching them he could somehow wipe away the anger, the embarrassment, the sting of not being enough. he wasn’t being chased. no one was behind him, and yet, his legs moved like they were running from something he couldn’t name. toruk makto's son, disappointing again.

the jungle was always quieter at dusk, when the light bled away in shades of indigo, leaving the world in hushed twilight. animals burrowed down, and the hum of life dulled to nothing but a murmur. lo’ak should’ve found peace in it, unfortunately lo'ak never seemed to live up to any sort of expectation. instead of blissful tranquility in the pandoran forest, lo'ak felt jagged, raw-edged, like something torn and fraying at the seams. he slouched against a tree, the bark scraping against his back, the roughness a welcome distraction. you never think, his father’s voice cracked in his head, and lo’ak could almost feel the words burning into his skin like a brand. jake’s disapproval clung tighter than the sweat on his brow, more permanent than any bruise or scar. you never think.

funny how that worked. all lo’ak ever did was think. every misstep, every reckless move, wasn’t born out of carelessness but from the gnawing, relentless churn of his mind. he thought about his place, about the weight of his five-fingered hands and what they meant, about every word he said or didn’t say, each action that pushed him further from the son jake wanted. he thought about the shadow of his brother, flawless in every way, always saving him, always being the one his father and mother turned to with pride. lo'ak thought about the things he shouldn’t have done, about why he could never measure up, about the way people looked at him. thinking was a curse he couldn’t escape, the thoughts chewing him alive from the inside, carving out pieces of him that jake would never see. would never try to see.

he exhaled, and the sound was rough, scraping. he didn’t even feel the burn of shame anymore; it was just a dull ache, something too familiar to sting.

he had slipped away right before dinner, the weight of the evening gathering behind his eyes, unbearable, like something pressing in on him from all sides. he hadn’t meant to stay out this long, but once his legs had carried him into the wild, they refused to stop. the forest breathed with him, low and quiet, an uncertain calm that swallowed the noise of his thoughts, even if only for a moment. each breath felt tight, like the air had grown too thick to pull in fully. his stomach clenched, but not from hunger. he didn’t deserve to sit at the family fire tonight.

he stayed still, watching shadows spill over the ground, long and lazy. the bioluminescence began to stir, slow at first, then all at once, until the ground beneath him pulsed with soft light, a heartbeat of the land that seemed to glow brighter with each passing minute. as the forest came alive in waves of blue and violet, his skin responded in kind, freckles igniting like constellations across his face and arms, glowing in harmony with the earth beneath him, the colors shifting in time with his breath, painting him in the same soft, ethereal hues that surrounded him.

closing his eyes he let the noise of the fauna pull him away from his thoughts. it didn't last long though, for shortly after experiencing the calm he heard her calling, a faint voice delicate in the distance, and something inside him twisted. tempted to respond to her call, her name lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t let it escape. her voice came through the air again, this time closer, soft and threaded with that same gentle concern she always had for him. it slid under his skin, settling there, making his skin itch with the weight of being sought after. he didn’t respond, hoping that maybe she’d leave him to wallow in self-pity. but he knew better. she wouldn’t leave him out here, not if she figured something was wrong.

the thought of facing her now—kind eyes that always saw more of him than he wanted to show, the gentle lilt of her voice asking questions he couldn’t answer made his throat close up.

“lo’ak,” her voice was breathless, catching on the night air, and when he glanced over his shoulder, there she was—out of breath, a plate in her hands. the scent of his favorite food wafted toward him, mingling with the earthiness of the forest. she looked almost relieved to have found him, her chest rising and falling, though there was a slight edge to her expression, a quiet urgency. running through the forest at this hour wasn’t safe, especially not with her hands full, but there she stood, smiling, proud to have brought something she thought might make him feel better. how could she be so good, so whole, when he was a mess of parts that didn’t fit together?

he shook his head softly and turned away, “iʼm not hungry.”

he couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes, couldn’t bear to see that concern deepen, the way it always did when he pushed her away. everything inside him had knotted up so tightly that there wasn’t room for anything else, much less something as simple as sustenance.

she clicked her tongue, “how could you not be hungry?” she asked, tilting her head, her brows knitting together in that gentle, almost teasing way that always made him feel like a child again. the look was warm, doting, as if nurturing was in her blood, something she did instinctively without thinking. she crouched down beside him, bringing the plate a little closer as though the smell alone might coax his hunger out from where it had retreated. “you have been busy all day. you need to eat.”

he didn't say anything in response.

“you run so fast from me,” she truly couldn’t understand why he would always distance himself from her when he got emotional. lo'ak couldn’t even sit next to her without feeling like the atmosphere was too thin, like he’d never quite deserve to breathe the same air as her.

perfect, graceful she was made up entirely of the things that he wasn’t. she was the one the clan spoke about in whispers of admiration, the one they held up on a pedestal, untouchable. lo’ak was nothing in comparison. just jake sully’s second son, always falling short.

“tell me, what is wrong?”

they grew up like mismatched pieces that somehow fit perfectly, always close enough to touch, always drawn back to each other. she willingly and eagerly followed lo’ak wherever he went. he had this need to push every boundary, climb the highest trees, dive headfirst into trouble, and she was always right there, laughing at his antics and making sure he didn’t get swallowed whole. it didn’t make sense to a lot of people in the clan. how could she, so composed and perfect in her ways, be so tied to someone who seemed to never know what he was doing? they had long accepted lo’ak’s bond with spider, THAT made sense. after all, the two of them always causing trouble, always seen, always heard, their mischief out in the open, but lo’ak and yn? that was harder for them to grasp. their bond didn’t need to be performed for the world. it was seen in the way they moved around each other without speaking, how she would look for him when no one else thought to, how he’d drift toward her whenever spider was busy with kiri, or when the wight of his differences were too much to bear alone. they didn’t have to be seen together for the clan to know there was something there, something binding them in ways most wouldn’t understand, like the forest itself was in on their secret. it didn't matter that they never seemed to solve the puzzle. it was simple, really. he kept her world interesting, and she kept his from spinning out of control.

her favorite thing was begging him for ikran rides, her voice playful, her eyes bright as she nudged and nagged until he gave in. she wasn’t reckless like him, not by a long shot, but when they were up in the sky together, soaring high above the treetops, she felt invincible. gripping tight to his waist as the wind whipped through her hair, laughing when his ikran would dip low or swerve fast, she trusted him completely—even when he pushed things too far. she loved his wild, the way he pushed boundaries she wouldn’t dare.

“does it matter?” his voice cracked against the weight of her gaze, as if he could somehow deflect it with bitterness. he couldn’t. it slid right off her, her eyes soft and unwavering.

“what do you mean? of course it matters,” she said, quieter now, and lo’ak wished she wouldn’t speak like that. her hand brushed against his and he tensed although her touch was not unfamiliar. he hated how she made the walls he’d built around himself feel like they were made of paper.

“you don’t need to be here,” he said, trying to put some distance between them, though it was more emotional than physical. “i’m fine. just go back to the clan!”

she shook her head, her ears tilting down slightly, a sign of disappointment. her ears always betrayed her emotions first, more than her face ever did. “i am not leaving you because you are not fine,” she said softly, her tail flicking once behind her, “you never are, when you run away from everything.”

lo’ak groaned, rubbing his weary eyes with his hands. “my dad and i got into a fight again. he thinks iʼm a failure.”

“he does not think that,” she whispered, her voice so soft it almost got lost in the night air. “your father… he only wishes to protect you. he worries for you. we all do.”

lo’ak’s jaw tightened, a dissatisfied laugh slipping past his lips before he could stop it. “protect me?” his eyes flicked up to meet hers, the faint glow of the bioluminescence casting shadows across his face, making the anger there seem darker, deeper. “is that what you think? that all of this… all of his disappointment is just him trying to protect me?” he shook his head. “no. it’s not about protection. it’s about me never being enough. i’m not neteyam. i’m not the son he wanted, the one he can be proud of. and no matter what i do, i never will be.”

“lo'ak.” her words came sharp like a branch snapping underfoot. it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to hear him talk badly about himself. “do you know how terrifying it is when you get yourself into trouble?” her eyes flashed, wide and unblinking as she leaned in, voice dropping into something raw, almost pleading. “you think they are disappointed, but all i see is fear. your father, your mother, your brother... they do not want to lose you.” she was breathless, the frustration of caring so much about someone who couldn’t see how loved he was made it difficult to control her emotions.

“you think i don’t know that?” he muttered, his voice low, almost broken. “you think i don’t see the way they look at me like i’m about to fall apart at any second?” his fingers curled into fists, dirt clinging to his skin. “that’s all i am to them—one more thing to worry about. one more mistake waiting to happen. they should be scared. i can’t get anything right. it's not like i can expect you to understand anyway,” lo’ak muttered, his words slipping out before he could stop them. “you’ll never understand. you don’t know what it’s like to be… different. alien.” he held up his hand, his five fingers spread wide, the sight of them filling him with that familiar, twisting disgust. “you’re perfect. you belong here. nobody is ashamed to call you their daughter.”

her eyes flicked to his hand, and for a moment, she was silent, her expression unreadable. then, slowly, her fingers reached out, brushing against his. lo’ak froze, his breath catching in his throat as she gently folded his hand into hers, his five fingers curling against her four. “you are not less because you are different,” she whispered, her voice soft, but there was something fierce beneath it, something that burned. “you have always belonged.”

her fingers slipped into his, hesitant at first, searching for something to hold onto, something steady. but when they tried to weave together, her hand stuttered over the extra finger, and it felt wrong. she paused, trying again, adjusting her grip, but it didn’t fit the way it should have. his five fingers felt too strange, like a reminder of everything he wished he wasn’t. the spaces between them never quite aligned, her skin brushing awkwardly against his. he pulled away slightly, the discomfort crawling up his arm, a quiet frustration settling in his chest. he hated it—the way their hands refused to find their place, like some invisible force was reminding him he didn’t belong in the shape of her world. why couldn’t she see?

“i’m nothing.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words tasting bitter as they left his mouth. “if i hadn’t been born, everyone’s life would be better. my father’s… yours…”

lo'ak hadn’t really meant that, not deep down. his emotions were so high in that moment that the words just slipped out. he thought maybe she'd have been used to his wild talk by now, but maybe he underestimated how much him and his words affected her.

her breath caught, a sharp sound that cut through him, making his heart stumble in his chest.. she stared at him, her eyes wide, the shock of his words cutting deep, and for a moment, everything was silent, the air between them thick and still. a world without lo’ak? the mere thought made her nauseous. “do not say that!” her voice cracked, barely holding together.

“it is not true!” she choked, voice barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. it felt as though speaking any louder would shatter her, as though the weight of her own sadness might spill out and crush them both. she blinked rapidly, fighting against the burn in her throat, because this wasn’t about her. she couldn’t let him see her falter, couldn’t let him carry her pain when his own was already suffocating.

images flickered in her mind, memories that felt too vivid now, too sharp, as if dredged from some untouched corner of her soul. she was little again, no older than six, clutching her tiny hands to her chest as she cried over a lost wooden carving, her father’s gift. she had been inconsolable, convinced the world had ended. heaving sobs wracking her body as she curled up in the dirt, believing with all of her little heart that nothing could ever be okay again.

but lo'ak had been there, possessing boundless patience that didn’t belong to a boy his age, he had stood beside her, waiting. he watched her fall apart with an unreadable look in his amber eyes, letting her mourn her little tragedy. and when he thought she had cried enough, he’d grabbed her hand, his fingers sticky from the sap of some half-eaten fruit, and tugged her up without a word. his grin—reckless, too big for his face—split his features wide as he pulled her along, like none of it had been real.

“let’s go,” he’d said, turning the whole thing into an adventure, turning her devastation into something manageable, like a game. his laughter had cut through her sobs, breaking them apart. it hadn’t mattered that her world felt ruined—lo’ak had refused to let her stay in that place, distracting her with stories, making her forget for just a while that her heart was breaking.

they had searched for hours, wandering the village and the forest, him talking about everything but the lost carving, weaving tales of daring and danger to pull her out of her sadness. and when he found it, tucked between two thick roots like treasure he had willed back into existence, his smile had been triumphant.

“see? told you i’d find it.”

she had admired him so much in that moment, and in a way that burned, fierce and bright, but quiet, like a secret flame in her chest. there was something wild in him, something untamed, but to her, it wasn’t the wild that threatened to tear everything down. it was the kind that whispered to her of home, of things that endured—the scent of pine after rain, the way a river carves its path into stone over years and years, patient, relentless. the admiration never tired out, even ad they changed and grew as young people. and now, hearing him say he didn’t matter, that the world would spin smoother without him, it made her ache in places she didn’t know could ache. how could he not see it? the way he carried so much of the world in him.

“you are not worthless, lo’ak,” she whispered, and the words barely held together. her ears flattened against her head, her pristine tears falling before she could catch them, soft, steady, like they’d been waiting there for ages. she didn’t wipe them away. she let them fall because the weight of it all was too much to hold back now.

lo’ak swallowed, his throat tight, his mind scrambling for something to do with the sight of her like this, devastated and trembling. he hated it. hated how he made everything worse, how he couldn’t even be what she needed. he didn’t know how to handle it, how to stop the feeling that he was breaking something fragile. stop stop stop stop—

“i’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice wavering like a rope about to snap, his hands hovering in the space between them, afraid to touch, to make it worse. great job lo'ak, he thought to himself, how typical this is for you. she tried to help him, make him feel better and he made her sob. he had never been good at fixing things, just breaking them. “i didn’t mean to—” but she shook her head, cutting him off before he could stumble further. she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“i wish you could see what i see.”

the space between them seemed to shrink, collapse, there was nothing left but her eyes, soft and kind amongst the steady rhythm of his own heart betraying him, beating louder than it should. he didn’t know how to hold this. how to let it in. how to let her in.

“what do you see?” he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. but the way her fingers tightened around his, the way her thumb traced the lines of his skin like she was mapping something sacred, made him wait for it, made him need the answer.

she smiled, not wide, not bright, but something smaller, more fragile, like the first light before dawn, tentative and full of promise. “i see someone brave. someone who doesn’t know how brave he is. someone kind and funny and caring. you mean more to me than anyone else in my life.”

she ached to reach him, every pulse in her chest heavy with that quiet longing, wanting him to believe in himself the way she did.

“i do not think i can show you,” she whispered, her voice breaking, a strange vulnerability settling over her. she swallowed hard. “but perhaps… i can help you feel it.”

her words lingered in the air like smoke, curling around him, sinking deep into his bones. he could feel her breath, warm and steady, brushing against his skin, each syllable clinging to him as if it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this moment. she didn’t pull away, and neither did he. his heart was pounding, louder than anything else, filling the spaces between them. her hands stayed where they were, gently cradling his face. his skin tingled under her touch, the warmth of her palms soothing the tension that had been coiling tight within him for what felt like an eternity.

time moved slowly now, the edges of the world blurring into nothing but the quiet rustle of the forest and the steady rise and fall of their breaths. lo'ak could barely breathe, could barely think with her so close, the scent of her wrapping around him like a balm, something tender and grounding. he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way, so seen, so unguarded. her eyes were locked onto his, unwavering, soft with a tenderness that made his chest ache. it terrified him, the weight of her gaze, the way she looked at him. what is she doing?

he wanted to say something, anything, to fill the thick silence, but the words were trapped, stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat. her thumbs traced slow, tender lines over the sharp angles of his cheekbones and he didn’t even know he was leaning in until their lips touched, just barely, a whisper of contact that left him trembling. he felt the press of her against him, light, tentative, like she was holding a piece of his soul in her hands, and for a moment, he forgot everything else. the weight of his father’s disappointment, the endless ache of not being enough. it all fell away. there was only her, the gentle way she kissed him.

when she pulled back, it was slow, deliberate, as if she didn’t want to let go. her hands remained on his face, her fingers brushing against the edge of his jaw, her gaze never faltering. lo’ak’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe, to steady himself, his mind was still swimming, struggling to make sense of what had just happened, the world around him tilting as he blinked, his mouth slightly open, searching for the right words—but nothing came. his tongue felt heavy, thoughts tangled, too jumbled to push out even the smallest coherent sentence. “wh-why?” he managed to stutter, his voice small, almost fragile, a single word wrapped in confusion, disbelief, and something that felt a lot like awe. his hands, still trembling at his sides, twitched like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t know how.

was this real? was she real? she’d always been pretty, sure, but now? the kiss had sent him straight back to eywa, he was certain he was no longer on pandora. what was he supposed to do now?

her response snapped him out of his panic. “because you needed to know,” she whispered. “you are worth more than you’ll ever realize, lo’ak. you are worth everything to me.”

her words, so quiet, so simple, settled over him like a blanket, warm and heavy. lo’ak swallowed hard, his throat tight, his eyes burning. he wasn’t sure he believed her, not yet, but something in the way she looked at him, in the way she touched him, made him want to try. for the first time, maybe he could imagine what it might feel like to be enough.

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[teyamsilly]

lo'ak is such a simp

i just know this boy would go all shy around the person he likes. no doubt about it. he could try to act all cool, but his guards would go down immediately at the sight of you.

lo'ak would stop talking mid sentence when you walk past him with a smile. all of a sudden, he forgot what he was talking about. his thoughts were filled with you. and for the rest of the day, he could feel a blush forming in his cheeks because he couldn't stop thinking about your smile.

you're so pretty that it hurts. lo'ak had to force himself to look away otherwise he would get caught. although, his family already knew that he was already head over heels for you as soon as they landed at awa'tlu.

lo'ak would try to impress you with his skills. honestly, he thought that it would take him a while to get used to the ocean but he was doing so well. your praises always got him motivated.

lo'ak is such a gentleman. he would call for an ilu and to your surprise, he held your hand gently and guided you to the ilu. he would save the best fish for you and would feed you if you declined because he got the fish first.

when lo'ak loves, he loves hard.

[xylianasblog]

Your favorite problem is humbly requesting an Ao'nung fic (or Lo'ak, your pick) with the dialogue prompt "I could just stare at you forever" "Creep" 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

Love youuuu 🧡

Don’t be sappy.

Pairings: Agedup Lo’ak x Fem Reader

Summary: He likes you and just maybe.. maybe you like him back.

Warnings: None, fluffy, mutual pining

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You sat in the tree, not to far off the ground kicking your feet as you stared into the vastness of the green lushness.

The chitter of the nantang filled your ears, you couldn’t help but watch as the pups played around as their mother watched from a distance. The bioluminescence lit up the area, the bright colors playing off each other in ways you weren’t used to. Yet you were welcomed for the pretty colors of the plants and wildlife that lingered idly.

Everything in this moment was serene, well as serene as it could be with the chiefs youngest son. You felt his presence before you even heard the sound of his voice. His large hands grabbing at your smaller build as he pulled you back against his chest. “It is not safe out here Y/n.”

You let out a soft grunt but settled back against him nonetheless, closing your eyes as you basked in the feel of his smooth skin against parts of your skin that brushed against his.

“The only thing could possibly hurt me right now is you.” Loak laughed at your playful jab, though he knew you were speaking nothing but truths. He’d protect you against anything and everything, but never himself.

As you both got comfortable, bodies pressed together basking in the night air Lo’ak listened as you spoke about your adventures for the day. The way your hands moved and your eyes lit up as you spoke, but most importantly he admired just how beautiful your skin seemed to glow with the bioluminescence of the things around. He imagined that if you had tanhi scattered across your face you’d be the most beautiful thing on Pandora.

You noticed he had been quiet for a good bit and turned to find his eyes already looking over your face. His words momentarily caused you to blush “I could just stare at you forever.” His soft words filled your heart.

Instead of reacting in a cute way at you pushed his face away muttering a soft. “Creep.”

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[lovemyavatar]

Just for the Night

Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Part Two

Warnings: (aged up) nsfw, enemies to lovers, angst, arguing, hate-fucking

part one

The skin on the back of your neck prickles with unease, color tinging your cheeks as frustration mounts with each rushed stride through the forest.

You're practically vibrating with irritation, muscles pulled so taunt a dull ache radiates from between your shoulders. You welcome the sting of short nails biting into your palms, reveling in the distraction for only a moment before the scrutiny at your back becomes too much to bear.

“Will you stop that already?” Your lips purse with a low hiss, head turning just enough to send a steely glare toward the man behind you.

Lo'ak glowers at your quickly retreating figure, lips turning downward in displeasure. Long fingers tighten around the woven basket perched on his hip, the mere sound of your voice putting him further on edge.

“I can feel you plotting my murder back there.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes, attention returning to the path ahead.

The weight of his hard stare is palpable. It settles in your gut, twists your insides uncomfortably. Warmth blankets your skin, a heady mix of anger and...something else, something you haven't dared begin to dissect since the night you both crossed a line it doesn't seem you'll be able to come back from.

“Oh, I don’t have to plot, sweetheart. The whole thing’s already planned out.” His voice is rough, lips twitching into a satisfied smirk at the way your spine stiffens.

You whirl around to face him, fists clenching impossibly tighter, eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. Despite your best efforts, he's continued doing what he's best at: worming his way under your skin.

Whatever this is between you—this stifling tension—it's only gotten worse since that night in his family's tent. The lingering looks, the constant bickering...it's driving you crazy. Not a single day has gone by without some altercation with the youngest Sully brother.

Despite years of this back and forth, you aren't accustomed to the cold, unreadable wall that Lo'ak has built around himself since that night. It makes you uneasy, has you questioning if there may be some deeper issue he has with you, past the point of friendly competition.

“Charming.” Your nose wrinkles with an insincere smile, a scoff falling from your lips as you turn away from him again.

“You always do this." A humorless laugh echoes through the trees as you near your destination. Lo'ak jogs forward, arm extending to brush away a large leaf from the path, allowing you to duck through into the clearing first. “Get all mad as if it's not your fault we're in this position.”

You're already facing him as he steps into the plush grass after you, an expression of exasperated shock etched into your features.

“You're joking, right?” Wide eyes scan his lithe form, taking note of the way strong arms cross so casually over his broad chest.

He can't possibly think this is your fault. You were simply minding your own business, as usual, when he appeared and started bothering you. Kiri was at your side, the two of you helping prepare for the midday meal, chopping various vegetables for the clan.

Less than a minute after Lo'ak plopped down onto the rock only inches from yours, the fighting was unbearable for your best friend. She disappeared with the typical departing insult—calling you both skxawngs (idiots) with a soft sigh.

Truthfully, you don't even know how it started. You never do. Somehow, despite your best efforts, the two of you always end up right here. Harsh words and cold glares exchanged until one of you snaps and stalks off, only for the cycle to repeat the next time you see each other.

“I know you're used to getting away with everything, but you should know by now that I see through the good girl act.” Lo'ak's head tilts to the side, tail swaying with ease at his back.

Despite the volatile nature of your relationship, he's never stopped watching you. He's tried, he really has, to leave you alone—to keep his wandering eyes at bay. But you're always there, always so close yet still out of reach.

It's his own fault, and he knows it, but the fact does little to lessen the sting.

“What are you talking about?” Something ignites in Lo'ak's chest at the flare of heat in your golden eyes. It eggs him on, pushes him closer to the line he's always toeing, between good-natured bickering and actual fighting.

“Oh, please. The clan's precious little angel, used to getting whatever she wants.” His voice drips with mockery, and it makes a wave of embarrassment wash over your cheeks. “And you can't stand that I don't like you.”

Lo'ak's feet move on their own accord, bringing him a step closer with each harsh word. He has no idea what he's doing, doesn't know what's possessed him to take it this far, but he's just so...fed up. He's tired of this push and pull, tired of warring with himself every time you're close.

He can't stand you, and yet, he aches to be near you. His heart yearns for yours in a way he's never experienced with anyone else. In a way he hasn't been able to shake since the very moment he realized his feelings for you breached well past platonic.

It was only a breath later that he decided he would never have you. Decided it would be best to push you away, to protect his fragile heart from the surety of your rejection. Because, even at such a young age, he knew it would never work. He'd long been labeled the trouble child, the rebel, the one who ruins everything he touches...

And how could he bear to bring you down with him?

A surprised laugh bubbles in your chest, and you move back, desperate to put some distance between you. It's clear, what he's insinuating. That you're the instigator, the one to blame for the argument that got you into this mess in the first place.

Regardless of who threw the first verbal punch, Lo'ak's father—your Olo'eyktan—was not the least bit happy. He stormed toward the two of you without hesitation, sternly hissing that you were drawing attention to yourselves. Bringing shame to your families.

His words settled heavily in your heart, made your ears flatten with shame. But he was right. It only took a single glance toward your father, standing just a few feet behind Jake, to notice the disappointment gleaming in his eyes.

As the Olo'eyktan's closest confident, he has an image to uphold. Which, in turn, means that you do too. And typically, you're an exemplary member of the clan. You pull your own weight, help others whenever possible, and keep to yourself otherwise.

But there's just something about Lo'ak that makes you forget all duty and responsibility in the name of defending yourself, of proving that you're not some wallflower. That you're worthy of being noticed.

Jake quietly ushered you both off to collect some fruit for lunch, ordering that you not return until you've figured out how to get along.

“Are you actually that self-absorbed? You really think I'd waste my time trying to get at you?” You peer up at Lo'ak in disbelief, a flash of anger making your heart beat just a fraction faster.

“Drop the innocent act. It's just me, and I've already seen the real you. Can't get much worse than that.” He regrets the words the instant they leave him, jaw clenching at the way your lips part in surprise.

He's taken it too far. That much is clear, if the pained glimmer that washes over your eyes is any indication. It's gone in an instant, replaced with the fiery anger he's used to. Your ears twitch, tail snapping, a clear display of your animosity.

“If I’m the clan's angel, what does that make you? Clan screw up?” Your hands curl into fists and you take a small step forward.

The air between you is sharp, jagged edges of your tattered friendship hanging by a thread. You can't help but lash out, even if the insult has your own heart cinching in your chest.

It was a low blow, and it's obvious you've hit a nerve. Your chest heaves as you watch the words settle over him, watch his expression crumble before turning hard as stone again within seconds.

Lo'ak's tail twitches to attention against his spine, before swishing from side to side harshly. His breath hitches, heart racing with an overwhelming mix of emotion.

It washes over him in wave after wave, an onslaught of anger, frustration, crushing sorrow. Because after all this time, you finally see him for what he truly is.

What he fears he'll always be.

“At least I actually contribute. You can’t do anything without daddy hovering right behind you. How pathetic.” He crowds the remaining space between you, towering over you, chin dipping as his eyes narrow into a harsh glare.

He looks downright menacing, not an ounce of warmth in his expression. A soft gasp falls from your lips, moisture blurring your vision. He's breathing heavily, chest nearly touching yours as he fights to slow the violent thrum of his heart.

You peer up at him, equal parts rage and hurt swirling deep within your belly until you can't take it for even a second longer. One of your hands rears back, but before you can land a hit on his cheek, he snatches your arm out of the air.

Long fingers curl around your wrist, his hold gentle but firm. The feeling of his skin on yours sets you ablaze, fans the flame of desire that's been building within you since that night. This is the first time he's touched you since then, and though it was only in an act of self-defense, the warmth from his palm has you reeling.

“I hate you.” You voice wavers, the proclamation nothing more than a broken whisper.

“Good.” His jaw clenches, your spiteful words only spurring him on.

He pulls you forward roughly, capturing your lips with bruising force. You stumble into him, body responding without hesitation despite the weak internal protests warning against falling into this pattern with him.

The pressure on your wrist disappears, instead moving to your hips as both of his hands circle your waist. A gasp tears your lips from his as rough bark bites into the skin of your back. You hadn't even realized you were moving, too distracted by the burning heat of his lips on yours.

Lo'ak devours you like a man starved. His kiss isn't sweet, it isn't tender. It's all tongue and teeth, a explosion of pent up tension that's been brewing for years. A shiver rolls down your spine, and you arch into him, pressing your chest flush to his.

Your tongues battle for dominance, ragged breath mingling as you both pour every ounce of distain for each other into the kiss. One of your hands lifts, fingertips smoothing over the side of his neck to draw him in.

You hold him there gently, a quiet moan spilling into his mouth despite your best efforts to keep any noises at bay. Warring desires clash in your mind. You want to shove him away, and pull him closer all at once. He's so infuriating, so intoxicating, and you're far too under his spell to escape now.

Within seconds, your loose hold is ripped away as he cages your hand against the tree, holding it above your head. You can't help the way your hips writhe along his, a breathy sound falling from your lips when you feel the stroke of something hard against your soft heat.

You respond by tangling your free hand into his braids, tugging harshly just to see his reaction. His head jerks back at the unexpected sting, a rough growl rumbling his lungs. Your hips rut against his again, the vibration of his chest on yours settling hotly between your legs.

A wave of pleasure washes over him, the color of his cheeks deepening. His eyes snap to yours, narrowed in warning before he leans forward, nipping at your bottom lip lightly. An involuntary whimper escapes you, hold on his hair tightening.

A low moan falls from his lips, a shaky breath fanning your face as he staggers back a step. Your lips chase his, seeking the heat of his touch before your mind has a chance to catch up. The two of you stumble blindly, an uncoordinated dance of passion as you desperately fight to stay connected.

This continues until one of Lo'ak's heels catches on an upturned root, sending him crumpling to the ground. His arms slide around your middle, caging you to his chest as his tailbone takes the brunt of the fall. He grunts against you, lips still ravaging yours without skipping a beat.

The slight ache from the fall is instantly forgotten as you mount him, spreading your legs so his body easily slots between them. His head tilts back at the sensation of your plush skin on either side of his hips, a shudder wracking his chest when your hands begin exploring his skin.

Your fingertips trail along his chest, over trembling abs, all the way down to the hardened length still trapped beneath his loincloth. When your touch ghosts over his cock, he jerks, his hips rutting into your hand. A breathy moan falls from his lips, followed by a shaky gasp when you do it again.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Your lips twitch into a smirk against his, earning you a low growl.

“Shut up.” He hisses, long fingers curling around your throat.

The hold is possessive, and oh so dominant, a show of control even though he's the one beneath you. He pulls you forward, claiming your lips harshly again. A shiver rolls down your spine, and you can't help but drag your soaked core over his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He gasps, lips ripping from yours as his head falls back, eyes fluttering with a surge of pleasure. His hands fall to your hips, his hold tight as he presses you down onto him, guiding your movements.

“Take this off.” Your chest is heaving, breath ragged as you hurriedly tug at the strings of his loincloth.

His lips curve into a lopsided grin, though another moan rumbles his chest when your hips roll along his cock again. “That desperate already?”

“Don't.” Your voice drops in warning as you successfully undo the knot, before practically ripping the material from his body.

It's quickly discarded, leaving you with nothing to do but dissect his cock with heavy-lidded eyes. It's bigger than you imagined, slapping against his stomach as it stands fully erect.

Something warm and unwelcome blooms deep within Lo'ak's chest, as he watches you. Wide eyes, flushed cheeks, plump lips parted with wonder as you take him in for the first time.

He's quick to flip you over, to lay you gently onto the soft grass. His palms press into the earth on either side of your head, supporting his weight as he takes a moment to gaze down at you. He can't help it, the way his eyes lock onto yours, pouring out every last bit of his usually tightly shackled emotions.

Having you beneath him like this is something he's fantasized about for years, and even now, he's not quite sure that it's real. He's tried so hard to push you away, to wedge so much distance between you that this could never be a possibility. And yet, here you are, more beautiful than ever...and all his.

He rips his gaze away, warmth blanketing his face. He deftly unties your loincloth with one hand, slipping it down your legs smoothly. His palm skims along the outside of your calf, sending a shiver down your spine.

When he reaches your thigh, he gives it a firm squeeze before hooking his fingers behind your knee and urging your legs apart. A deep moan rumbles his chest at the sight of your glistening pussy, fingers moving to drag along the trail of slick coating your inner thighs.

“Goddamn, you always get this wet when we fight?” He rasps, only half joking. The mere idea of you so hot and bothered by him, by your frequent disagreements, has his cock throbbing in anticipation.

“Stop. Talking.” You hiss, the color of your cheeks deepening with arousal and embarrassment alike.

Lo'ak gives his cock a few strokes as he aligns himself with your entrance, dragging his swollen tip along your soft folds. You arch into him, a quiet moan falling from your lips. The sound has his gaze snapping to yours again, breath lodging in his throat.

Suddenly, this position feels too intimate. It tightens his chest, makes his stomach flip with conflicting emotion. A deeply seeded desire within his heart urges him to take care of you, to allow whatever this is between you blossom into something real. Something warm and soft, unlike the cold bitterness that's been festering for years.

It's all too much. Too good to be true.

So, instead, he grips your waist and roughly flips you over, hauling you onto your hands and knees before him.

“Lo'ak—” You gasp, surprised at the unexpected movement.

“Thought you said no talking?" His teeth clench so hard he fears they may shatter, but he welcomes the ache as he easily slides into your waiting pussy.

You cry out, arms already trembling, nearly collapsing onto the grass at the burst of pleasure. Lo'ak's eyes pinch closed, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he slams his entire length into your sopping pussy. He groans when he bottoms out, tip pressing firmly into your womb.

You're a mess before him, reduced to a string of moans and whimpers as he drills into you mercilessly. Your back bows, head dropping between your arms when your lower belly tightens. His head falls back, a low growl echoing through the clearing as your silky walls flutter around him.

He doesn't give you even a second to rest, maintaining a brutal pace as he chases his high. One of his hands smooths over your lower back, pressing into it to force a deeper arch. It continues trailing upward, until his fingers tangle in your braids, jerking your head back firmly.

Sharp teeth catch his lower lip, restraint tightening his chest as he fights to hold back mounting pleasure. All you can do is whimper meekly, the sting in your scalp pushing you closer to a quickly approaching orgasm. Moisture pools in the corners of your eyes, his roughness too much and not enough all at once.

This is what you expected from him, and yet, it's better than you could've imagined. The way he handles you, bends you to his whim, it has your pussy spasming around his cock all over again.

“Fuck.” Lo'ak rumbles, his free hand snaking around your stomach, fingers expertly finding your clit.

You jolt at the sudden explosion of pleasure, the mere swirl of his fingers over your overworked pussy throwing you into an intense release. A series of sharp moans echo through the trees, every muscle in your body tensing before you shatter around him.

Lo'ak suddenly jerks his cock free, the abrupt emptiness jostling your trembling form as he pumps his cock, riding out his orgasm with an arm still firmly wrapped around your middle.

Silence falls between you, thick and uncomfortable as the weight of what you've just done settles over you both. You fight to catch your breath, pushing yourself up and out of his hold with shaky limbs. You avoid the sharp glare you can feel prickling against the side of your head, eyes scanning the area for your loincloth.

“That's never happening again.” The words aren't nearly as strong as you would've hoped, the slight quiver in your voice betraying the turmoil raging within.

Being with him like that, it was...good. Too good. It felt right, like the two of you should've been doing this for years, rather than pushing each other away at every opportunity. It's planted a seed of doubt in your mind, made you wonder what it could be like to let him in, to explore the possibility of being more.

It's a dangerous thing, hoping for something like that.

“Obviously.” Lo'ak is quick to agree, averting his eyes as you shakily stand to your full height and pull your loincloth back on.

By the time he's retrieved his own clothing, you're gone. A rough sigh caves his chest, disappointment lodging deeply within his gut. Some part of him, however small, thought maybe things would be different after what you just did.

He runs a hand down his face, replacing his practiced mask of indifference before he'll have to face you again.

The walk back to Home Tree is silent. He doesn't approach you, instead he maintains a wide birth between you, trailing your tense silhouette from a distance. When he breaks through the tree line a few seconds after you, his irritated groan has your head whipping around.

Your eyes widen, silently asking him to corroborate whatever story you've just told before your attention returns to his father.

“Lo'ak.” Jake's arms are crossed tightly over his chest, a signature look of disapproval etched into his strong features. “Did you two work it out?”

“Uh…yeah.” He winces, rubbing at the back of his neck as a wave of uncertainty makes his stomach twist.

Had you? Or did he only make things worse, like he always does?

Jake's eyes narrow, flicking between the two of you for several seconds. He notes the absence of any fruit, which is the entire reason he sent the two of you into the forest in the first place. That, coupled with your disheveled hair and Lo'ak's crooked loincloth, tells him everything he needs to know.

“Alright. Dismissed.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, a sigh of exasperation filling the space between you.

You're quick to scurry off, practically running away the very second you're given permission. Lo'ak's gaze remains locked on your retreating figure until it disappears into the center of Home Tree. His head drops, eyes closing as he considers the consequences of what you've just done.

He only makes it one step before Jake grips his arm, gently pulling him back.

“Not you, boy. We need to have a talk.”

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Post-Iknimaya Lo'ak

As requested - @neteyamstiyawn <3 I hope you're satisfied bby- he may not be blindfolded like neteyam is but I tried to make up for it with ropes 🖐

Ik there aren't many Lo'ak girlies judging from the poll but it's okay, as long as y'all are happy 🫶 mwahs

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[maverickbabes]

Lo'ak defending you

Lo'ak has been dating you for the past few months and your guy's relationship was a bit different, you were human.

Your guy's relationship was public to everyone. everyone knew you were Lo'aks girl and he made sure not to hide his love and affection for you, and visa versa.

Everyone in his family accepted you, except for his mother Neytiri.

She didn't approve of the relationship whatsoever. she felt like her son should be with someone from their tribe, not a human girl.

"Mom she's not like the other sky people, she's different" Lo'ak told his Sa'nok who in response hissed at him

"She is sky person. She is no good for you" Neytiri huffed out as she began gathering up supplies.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes in annoyance because he knows you're a good person and wouldn't do anything to hurt the Na'vi.

"You mated with Sempu and he was a sky person. Hell you even married him"

"That was different" Neytiri says under her breath.

"How is it any different Ma? Y/n and I relationship is just like yours and dad's. I know she's a good person and won't hurt the people like those other sky people did, she fits in more with us then she did with her own kind."

"How will you mate? How will she be with your children? Have you ever thought of that 'itan?"

Lo'ak was quick to answer those questions, he wanted to prove it to his mom that you were the one for him

"She can do what dad did. Shift from her human body and into her Na'vi body. Ma please just trust me. Y/n isn't like those other sky people, she's different."

"People lie Lo'ak"

"Dad lied to you and you still mated with him! how is it any different with her and I? why do you hate her so much?"

Neytiri looks at her younger son and let's out a sigh. She's been hard on Y/n the moment she met her.

She was scared for her son to fall into a trap by the sky people just like she did when she first met her mate Jake.

"You're right, invite her for dinner tonight Lo'ak."

"Really?!" Lo'ak says surprised from his mother's switch in moods.

"I am sure. Now go help your Sempu" She says motioning him to leave the hut.

Later on at dinner Neytiri and y/n had a long talk, both ended up having a lot in common.

"What made your Sa'nok suddenly like me?" Y/n asks him later on that night

"Her and I had a long talk and I defended you. I want to be with you. I love you"

"I love you too Lo"

requested by: @ella34435

a/n: Hi darlings! this is my first time writing a headcanon and I did look up some examples on how to write one so I hope I did it correctly.

Requests are open! :)

[pandorxxx]

Treat me (decision based fic)

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, fingering, choking, slapping, hair pulling, p in v, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft-dom to DOM lo’ak.

🔞mdni🔞

Synopsis: when your friend group becomes alittle more advanced with age, you find it hard to relate to them, seeing as you were a late bloomer in the sex department. You turn to lo’ak for help but you end up quite…helpless.

You and your friends would always meet up and talk to each other about any and everything. Wether it be about hunting, partying, or just joking around, there was always a topic of conversation. As you all got older, that topic switched to something a little more advanced….sex.

It seemed to be the only thing your friends were interested in. And you being the late bloomer in all of this made the topic irrelevant to you. Made it seem like you had nothing in common with your friends anymore. They were growing up, and you felt as if you were staying still in the sex department.

As time progressed, your friends would ask you about your sex life, and to save yourself the embarrassment, you would lie.

“Oh, yeah! He told me I gave the best head in this clan.” You would say, chest poked out in confidence. And a flow of questions would follow after:

“Stop! Was he hot?”

“Did you swallow?”

“Omg girl, tell me your tricks.”

You finally felt like you belonged in your friend group again. Even if that meant lying to fit in. One day, the lying went alittle too far. And there was no turning back without giving your entire operation up.

“You keep saying “he”. Who is this mystery boy who’s getting all of your love, girl?”. Your heart stopped, realizing that you could either come clean, or continue this drawn out lie. Even though you wanted to do the right thing, the name you thought about was coming up like word vomit, there was nothing you could do.

“Oh, no one special. Justttt….lo’ak sully.” You sung. Your friends jaws dropping in shock and excitement for you. But regret burned deep in your heart, because you knew this would end badly. Lo’ak was like an older brother to you, and it seemed to be reciprocated on his end. He never really tried anything with you, which was new.

He was a very sexual being, and this was known throughout the clan. He was popular, strong, son of a great warrior, and he was hot. So this little lie was for sure to come out soon.

Again, you contemplated with yourself:

Should I just come clean? Or should I get lo’ak to go along with it just until it all faded out?

“Bro, you told them WHAT?” Lo’ak laughed, throwing his hair into a ponytail infront of his mirror.

“Listen, I know it sounds crazy. But I need you to do this for me, please!” You pleaded urgently, pacing back and forth nervously in his hut.

“Y/n…no.” He chuckled, turning to face you with his arms across his chest. You huffed, stomping to his cot until you plopped down on it in frustration.

“And I mean, you really went all out, too. Best head? Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve never seen dick in your life.” He lectured, walking over to your sprawled out body.

“You should HEAR the shit they talk about. I’ve never even heard of some of that stuff. Didn’t even know some of it was possible.” You sat up, looking up to him. He laughed out loud.

“Yeah, because your friends are a bunch of sluts. And you shouldn’t even be hanging out with them. You don’t need to impress those girls, y/n. Just stay innocent a little while longer, shit.” He leaned down, planting a kiss on your forehead, caressing the side of your head before walking back over to the mirror.

“Don’t “little girl” me. I hate when you do that.” You pouted, shooting him a stone cold glare. He smirked at you through the mirror, playing with his loincloth to make sure it was secured around his hips.

….

“you ARE a little girl.” He laughed, shaking his head before checking himself out in the mirror, vainly.

You rolled your eyes with a loud huff. “No I’m not! Skxawng.” You crossed your arms. Shooting him a deadly glare. He tilted his head, crossing his arms across his broad chest. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” He shrugged, eyeing you up and down through the mirror.

Your body began to get hot, shifting on his cot nervously. “Lo’ak…please. Just help me.” You sighed, hands together as you begged him to save you from the mess you dug yourself into.

He face turned serious, eyes rolling in frustration before shifting his body weight to one side.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend untilllll?”

“Until I tell everyone we broke up. I just need a couple of months, lo’ak.” You reassured him, hoping that he would finally give in for you.

“A couple of months?! No fucking way.” He shook his head. “Why not?!” You whined.

“Because im just going to assume we’re not going to be having sex. And I don’t know if you noticed but….I like having sex.” He smirked at you through the mirror.

…

“Lo’ak, i-ive never done that before.” You reminded him. Crossing your legs nervously. He scoffed, watching you squeeze your legs together.

“Yeah, I know. Which is why this is a terrible fucking idea!” He chuckled. You began to grow more frustrated, finally blurting out what you truly wanted to say.

“Lo’ak! I don’t know why you’re acting so untouchable. Every girl In this clan has had you for gods sake! Just break me in already, what’s the big deal?” You rambled, glaring at him with a confused look, waiting for him to answer your question.

“Do you hear yourself? Like…seriously.” He spoke lowly , turning around to lean against the mirror, staring at you. Your ears shot up, shooting your head to him confusingly.

“I mean…you talk about yourself like you’re an object. Break you in? Like a fucking car? You’re so much more than that. Why do you wanna be treated like a slut? Please explain.” His eyebrows ruffled in confusion as he awaited an answer.

“I just- my friend’s talk about it like it’s the best thing in the world. All I wanna do is see what that feels like. To be used and dominated. To be fucked until I can’t take it anymore, and even then he doesn’t stop. Showing me no fucking mercy no matter how much I scream for him to slow down. I want someone to make me cum…over and over again until I have nothing left to give. I wanna be slapped, choked….treated like an absolute slut.” You explained, not even knowing the tone in which you spoke. You were so in your head that your tone was borderline seductive, making lo’ak forget everything he said to you before.

“I just need the right person to show me.” You smiled sarcastically, realizing that this conversation was probably going nowhere. You stood up, walking towards the door. You only opened it inches before it slammed back shut in your embrace. You could feel his body heat radiating on your backside as his hand laid on the shut door.

…

“And after all that…you think you’re just gonna walk out? I’ll have your little ass crawling out of here when I’m done.” He growled in your ear. You let a small whimper leave your throat, completely submitting to him. He spun you around to face him, pinning you to the door by your neck with great force.

“I’ve thought about it. Who am I to deny you of what you truly want, huh? What kind of… boyfriend would I be if I didn’t treat you how you’re begging me to?” He chuckled, titling his head at you. He scanned your trembling body for a moment before meeting your face again.

“Tell me you want it.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him by your neck. His hand slid down to your waist, drawing circles into the sides. You looked up at him with nothing but lust, so hungry for him. “I want it.” You moaned, nodding in his embrace.

“Talk to me, tell me how you want it.” He nodded with you before tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Take me right here. Use me, please.” You strained as his grip on your neck became slightly tighter. He nodded for confirmation before ripping your loincloth off, deeming it un-wearable. He immediately slid two fingers in between your soaked folds, making you throw your head back in his embrace.

He brought his fingers up to your face, your juices dripping down his knuckles. You looked at him with hooded eyes. You stuck your tongue all the way out, using the flattest part to lick his fingers clean. He watched you intently before pulling his fingers away, bringing you in for a fiery kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. The kiss was slow and sloppy, just how you liked it.

He let your neck go, picking you up by your thighs harshly, lips still stuck to yours. He walked you over to the table, swiping everything away with one hand before plopping you down.

He trailed his hand down to your cunt, massaging your clit gently with his thumb while he slide one finger into you slowly. You detached from his lips, back bowing as you threw your head back. A series of loud moans left your throat as he took the opportunity to leave hickeys on your neck.

He slowly added the second one, scissoring your hole gently to open you up. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He whispered in your ear, playing with the squishy ball of nerves inside of you. You let out a whimper, bucking your hips into his hand. It was safe to say that you felt no pain, just pleasure. Yet and still you nodded at his request. You both watched as his fingers slide in and out of you, coaxing squelching sounds out of your soaked cunt.

Although it felt good, you couldn’t help but think about how his cock would feel. Filling you up just right. You needed him, right now.

“Please, fuck me. I want it so bad.” You whined, still bucking your hips into his hand. He looked into your eyes, scanning your seriousness.

“Oh baby. You’re gonna need to be stretched as much as possible before you take this dick. Be patient with me.” He spoke breathily, kissing your forehead.

“I-I can take it, lo’ak. I promise! Give it to me, please.” You pleaded, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from your incoming orgasm. He smirked, watching your legs tremble slightly.

“Cum first, and then I’ll let you have it. You’re so fucking close, don’t you want to finish, hmm?” He whispered in your ear, before tugging on the lobe with his canines. He sped up inside of you, massaging your sweet spot. Your mouth flew opened, eyebrows scrunching together as your legs shook violently around his waist.

“That’s what I thought. Go ahead, and cum for me Princess.” He spoke in your ear before pecking it. Obeying his orders, you clung to his neck, eyes rolling back as you released on his fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He muttered through a clenched jaw, pulling his fingers out of you. He brung them to his mouth, sucking them clean as he eyed your small frame.

“Can I have it now? Please?” You begged, tugging at his loincloth. He chuckled, licking his fingers one more time. He used his thumb to wipe his mouth clean before eyeing you up and down.

…

“Take it, if you’re bold enough.” He licked his lips, glancing down at his bulge before looking back up at you. With his permission, you untied his loincloth slowly as you both watched in anticipation. Once it was untied, you gently let the loincloth go, letting it fall to the ground.

Your eyes widened at his size. His cock sprung up, tip touching the middle of his belly. He was pulsating, oozing with precum. He watched your reaction, and the way you used your hands to slide back on the table slightly. He finally dropped his hands to his side, eyeing you like you were his prey.

“Scared?” He asked, eyebrow cocked. You watched his cock jump with every heartbeat, gulping loudly before squeezing your legs together to hide your little cunt from his huge cock.

“Mhm.” You confessed, nodding your head frantically, still staring down at it.

“It won’t fit.” You shook your head, shifting on the table nervously. He scanned your small frame once more, palming his cock to jerk It slowly.

…

“That pussy was made for me, baby. It’ll fit.” He spoke sensually, rubbing his hand up your thigh.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, placing his hands on either sides of your thighs. You nodded frantically.

“I’m gonna talk you through it, ok? Lay back for me.” He reassured, pushing on your stomach gently. You obliged, laying all the way back for him. He gently grabbed your legs, pushing them back to open you up.

He stared at your dripping cunt, your slick trickling down to the table beneath you. He ran his hands down his face before licking his lips, in awe at the site before him.

“All for me, huh?” He asked, tapping the tip of his cock on your clit. You let out a soft moan, the friction bringing you pleasure.

He then proceeded to rub his entire length in between your folds, bucking his hips ever so slightly. You both hummed in unison, watching the source of pleasure.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking at you through his eyebrows. “I’m scared.” You pouted.

“Don’t be. You’re safe with me.” He reassured. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but this would be the most ready you’d ever be. You nodded, motioning for him to begin.

“Just look at me, ok? Don’t look down. Not until it’s in.” He commanded, caressing your cheek. He lined his cock up with your entrance, probing it with his throbbing tip. You tensed, looking down at the source.

“No, no, no. Relax, baby. Look at me, ok? It’s just you and me.” He nodded, caressing the back of your thighs. You took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. Grabbing his cock, he probed at your entrance again, slowly pushing his length in. Your face was scrunched up as you waited for the pain to kick in. Your eyes were closed, not even wanting to see how he was making this happen.

“Princess, You’re doing so good.” He spoke breathily, watching his cock slide into you at a painfully slow pace to ensure that he didn’t hurt you. However, you were stretched to capacity and the pain was starting to settle in.

“Fuck!” You whined, throwing your head back. You let your legs go, planting your feet firmly on the table in exhaustion. He watched you intently, becoming even more aroused by your reaction to his size. He bit his lip, thrusting half of his cock into you slowly to get you used to him.

“I thought this was what you wanted. Now look at you. A complete fucking mess for me.” He moaned, pushing himself alittle farther inside of you with every slow stroke. The squelching sounds were loud, his cock dripping with your slick.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You blabbered deliriously, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his tip graze your cervix. He chuckled, realizing that you were already drunk off of him, and there was really no turning back now.

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry. I like making little sluts like you my cock sleeve.” He moaned, gripping your neck as he bottomed out. He was the deepest he’d been, almost felt like he was in your stomach. You let out a series of whimpers, feeling as full as you could possible get.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded. You obliged lazily, finally looking down at the source of pleasure. Low and behold, his tip was poking into your lower belly. Your eyes widened, sitting up on your elbows in panic.

“Told you it would fit.” He chuckled, grabbing the sides of your waist, using them as leverage to thrust into you gently.

“You’re s-soo big, lo’ak.” You whined, pouting up at him with scrunched eyebrows. He nodded, watching his cock slide into you with ease.

“I know, mama. Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He moaned, focusing on his slow and steady thrusts.

“I-it feels good. So so good.” You moaned, running your hands down his abs. He tilted his head, scanning your relaxed demeanor. “Mmm, so no pain?” He asked, a devilish smirk creeping up on his face.

“Just keep it right there, don’t stop!” You whined, watching his tip make an appearance in your stomach with every slow thrust. Since it was your first time, he thought that he’d take it easy on you until you finally opened up to him. Little did you know the trouble you’d just gotten yourself into.

“That’s good to know, mama. So what was all that talk earlier? About being fucked like a slut? No mercy, remember?” He asked innocently, still drilling into you deep. You were already too fucked out to comprehend correctly.

“I-I remember.” You chuckled deliriously, nodding with hooded eyes. “Yeah? Well guess what, baby?” He chuckled, before biting his bottom lip, staring at your fucked out face.

“What?” You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

His smile fell immediately, sending you the hardest thrust, leaving it inside of you. You gasped, eyes going wide as you stared up at him in shock. He grabbed your neck harshly, pulling your forehead to his.

…

“I’m gonna treat you like the slut you’ve been dying to be.” He growled, pulling your legs over his shoulders, using your neck as leverage to fuck into you harshly.

“Ohhh my- lo’ak!” You moaned sharply, holding onto his wrists. He slammed into your sensitive sweetspot with every hard thrust, deeming the pleasure too much for you.

“Nope! You’ve gotta take it now, baby.” He shook his head, thrusting up into you at a fast pace. Every stroke knocking the wind out of you to the point where you couldn’t keep steady breaths. You watched his cock slide in and out of you, showing itself in your lower belly with every thrust. Although you were experiencing euphoria, you couldn’t help but panic at the abnormal print in your stomach. It made you nervous, scared even.

“Lo’ak! It’s t-too big for me!” You whined, shaking your head nervously as you tried to push on his stomach. The pleasure was too much and your anxiety was through the roof. He smacked your hand away quickly, pinning you back down on the table by your neck.

“Don’t push me away. Ever.” He spoke sternly, his gaze turning predatory. He grabbed your cheeks harshly, squishing them together.

“GOT IT?” He asked in a harsh tone, eyebrow cocked as he waited for a response. With the grip he had on your jaw, there really wasn’t much you could say, so you nodded slowly, tears beginning to well in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Now watch it. Watch me play in your guts.” He chuckled, tilting your head down to look at the source. You whined, opening your legs wider for him as your stomach tensed. The feeling started to consume you. Your eyes were low, cheeks flushed, and it was safe to say you were officially drunk off of his cock. You had no words, no voice, nothing would come out anymore. All you could do was watch, and take every pleasurable stroke he sent your way.

“That’s right you naughty bitch. Take it!” He growled, watching your eyes roll back in complete satisfaction.

“Tell me you love it.” He muttered through a clenched jaw before smacking your face lightly. “I-I love it! I love it!” You moaned, throwing your head back in his embrace. He brought you up to him by your neck, looking you in the eyes as he rutted into you with no remorse.

“I’ll believe it when you cum for me. Go ahead, cum on this dick, baby. I know you want to, I can feel it.” He whispered in your ear, sending you into a moaning frenzy. Your hips began to buck into his, chasing that euphoric orgasm that was building up.

…

“Yesss! You feel s-sooo fucking good.” You whined, face scrunched together in pleasure as you stared into his eyes. He bit his lip, watching you fall apart underneath him. Your legs started to shake around his hips, squeezing him in as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Baby, you’re taking this dick like a pro. My good little slut. All MINE!” He whispered in your ear, angling his hips up to smack your sensitive sweetspot.

And that was all it took for you to come undone on him. Loud moans left your mouth as you clung to him for dear life. He thrusted into you slowly, nice enough to let you ride out your high.

He pulled out once you came down, watching your cum drip down his shaft and onto the floor beneath him.

“Turn around.” He commanded, twirling his finger. You slowly lowered yourself off of the table, legs shaking beneath you, making it hard to complete such a simple task.

However you managed to turn around slowly. Your back flush to his chest. Without warning, he bent you over the table, making you gasp audibly.

“Now that I’ve…broken you in.” He started, running his hand all the way up your slender back, reaching the back of your neck to squeeze it tightly.

“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you claim to be. No mercy right?” He asked with slight aggression, sliding into you slowly. Your eyes widened at the familiar fullness, humming lowly when he started to thrust into you firmly.

“No mercy.” You muttered, eyes already crossing as you shook your head in response. He immediately started to rut into you like an animal, so hard and deep that your pelvis smacked against the edge of the table harshly with every stroke. You let out a few strained cries, your cheek finding comfort on the cold hard table.

“Don’t cry, now. This was what you wanted, Princess.” He grunted, shifting both of his hands to your hips, using them as leverage to drill into your tight cunt. The pleasure was unbearable from the start. Your knees started to buckle with every hard thrust. You were a whimpering mess, your lips becoming salty from your own tears.

“No, stand the fuck up! Stay still.” He growled, holding your hips In place to keep you up. Setting that unbearable rhythm again.

“I-I can’t.” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You sat up lazily, holding your weight with your shaky arms as you tilted your head back. He reached around, grabbing your neck from behind.

“You will, though. I want you to keep the same fucking energy.” He whispered in your ear as he abused your sensitive sweetspot. Your mouth flew open, eyes rolling so far back that they might’ve gotten stuck.

“I-it’s sooo fucking deep.” You whined through a clenched jaw, reaching for nothing as you tried to get away from him. You swung your right leg onto the table, placing your knee on the edge to try and crawl out of his grasp. Soon realizing that you made a big mistake because all that did was gave him access to slide deeper into you.

“Nice try. But I already told you about running away from me.” He spoke sternly, wrapping your long braids around his forearm, using it as a leash to tame you. You let out a series of curses, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.

“Lo’ak…y-you’re killing me.” You whined, voice rippling from each hard thrust. He tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head back until your eyes met his.

…

“I don’t care. Shut up and take this dick.” He growled, his lip finding refuge In between his teeth as he watched you fall in and out of consciousness ever so often. You let out a high pitched squeal with every thrust, legs beginning to shake from your incoming orgasm. He felt you flutter around his cock, letting out a guttural groan as he stared at you.

His lips hovered over yours, you both panting loudly. He leaned down, kissing your lips passionately as he sped up his pace. Your mouth flew open against his. He smiled devilishly, nodding his head as he stared into your puffy eyes.

“You like that shit, huh? Gonna cum on this dick again?” He chuckled, both of you nodding your heads frantically in unison, all knowingly for what’s to come.

“Mhm! S- So close!” You whined drunkenly, eyes rolling to the back of your head once more. He used his free hand to smack your ass, watching you come undone for him.

“Oh I’m cumming, lo’ak! Cumming! *thrust* cumming! *thrust* cumming! *thrust*” you announced, chanting between hard thrusts. Your legs shook, releasing your essence all over his shaft.

“Fuuuck!” He groaned, watching his cream coated cock slide in and out of you harshly. He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down for you. The merciless rhythm turning you into a squirming mess.

“Too much, TOO MUCH!!!” You screamed, tapping his thigh to get him to ease up on you. He smacked your ass harder, leaving a purple handprint on your skin.

“Im not done yet, Princess. Stop fucking moving!” He growled, reaching around to your clit, massaging the ball of nerves.

“Ohhh shit!” You squealed, holding onto his strong arm to keep you up. Although you didn’t mean to, you continued to squirm under him, legs trembling uncontrollably, making it hard for you to stand. He huffed in anger, pulling out of you quickly. You fell immediately, your legs numb from his constant drilling. You took the opportunity to attempt to escape, lazily crawling towards the hut door.

…

“Bring your little ass here!” He shouted, walking to the front of you to pick you up. He held you by your ass, wrapping your legs around his hips. He walked you over to the wall, pinning you there to keep your back supported.

He wasted no time impaling you again. Your mouth flying opened at the single hard thrust. He stared into your eyes, thrusting into you with great force.

“You’re done when I say. Got it?” He grunted, fucking into you at the speed of light. You nodded your head frantically, words stuck in your throat. All that could be heard was aggressive skin clapping. Your legs started to shake around his waist, and your whines progressed in volume.

“Gonna cum for the 3rd time, huh?” He asked, placing his large hand above your head, using one arm to drill into you with no mercy.

“Yesssss!” You cried, wrapping your trembling arms around his neck as you came undone for the third time. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, muffling your loud cries.

Your sweet voice, and the way you sucked him in started to get the best of him. He threw his head onto your shoulder, panting loudly as he sped up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuuuck, y/n. You’re gonna make me cum… sooo deep in this pussy.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your legs began to tremble hastily. squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you whined loudly.

He began to pant, using his tongue to drawl circles on your exposed shoulder. He took a deep breath, inhaling your addictive scent. Letting it send him into a trance. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck in an attempt to scent you. He contemplated on wether or not he should mark you. Your pure, unscathed shoulder was practically calling his name.

…

He couldn’t take it any longer. He flashed his fangs, grazing your soft skin with them before he bit down, just enough to leave a mark on you. You hissed at the feeling, basking in the mixture of pain and pleasure. He pulled back, lightly sucking on the puncture with a low hum rumbling in his chest.

“Mmm, y-you’re driving me….fucking crazy.” He muttered drunkenly, letting his fangs graze over the new womb. The act alone sending shivers down your spine. Enough to make you come undone again with a loud scream.

“Oh my- shitttt!” He moaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. He continued his merciless rhythm, chasing his orgasm. You cried in his chest at the overstimulation.

“Shh baby, I-I’m almost done with you. Took me so fucking well.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head once more as his thrusts became sloppy.

You were a trembling mess. Feeling as if your entire body was going numb. You bit your lip , trying to suppress your loud cries.

“Mmm, cumming mama!” He grunted, sending you one hard thrust, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he painted your walls with his sticky seed. You let out a strained whine with every thrust that he sent to ride out his high.

You two stared into eachothers eyes, catching your breaths. He chuckled, pulling out of you to watch his access seed seep out. He placed you on the ground gently but your legs were too numb to stand on. You fell to the ground hard with an agonizing groan. He stared down at you with a devilish grin before bending down to be eye level with you.

He grabbed your neck harshly, before speaking:

“Now you really have something to tell your friends…”

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[the-atlas-sister]

𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 (Protective!Lo’ak x Sensitive!Reader)

Warnings!: blood, crying, slight angst then fluff, vulgar language, violence, bullying, protective Lo’ak

“I can’t believe those jerks,” you said, staring sadly at Kiri as she grumpily folded the newly hunted fish. “Why can’t they just leave you and all of us alone?”

You and Kiri had been friends since childhood. When you were young she had been one of your first friends. You could still remember her excitement upon meeting you and her declaration that the two of you would be friends forever!

So far she had been right. When her family was forced to flee their forest home, Kiri had practically begged you to come with them. She had claimed that she couldn't do it without you. After an hour or so of her following her and your families and begging them as well, they had allowed you to go, which now led you here.

"They are, they are just a bunch of- of- of assholes!" you finally burst, flinging your arms in the air to prove your point.

Kiri chuckled at your outburst, which made you smile, glad to make your best friend happy despite what had happened upon your first few lessons with the siblings of the Metkayina. The eldest son was constantly teasing all of you, though his verbal attacks were found to be most often pointed at the eldest Sully sister, much to your dismay.

"It's fine," Kiri said, her small smile falling slowly. "They're right, anyway. I am just a freak."

"Kiri, you are no freak," you said, scooting closer to your friend. "Ewya choose you. That does not make you a freak, not even a little bit so."

Kiri turned to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. You let out a small sigh, petting her hair gently.

***

"Um, hello? An'oung?" you said, approaching the eldest of the Metkayina siblings. He and his small group of friends stood in the ocean near the shore, surrounded by their ilus and holding fishing spears. They looked as though they were about to go hunting and a bit of you felt bad for bothering them. You scolded that bit of you, reminding it what they had done to your best friend.

"Well, if it isn't one of the baby tailed forest freaks," the boy said with a smirk.

You bit back the hurt that grew in your heart. "I'm just here to ask that you leave my friend alone," you said calmly. "The Sully's are good Na'vi and they are learning fast. They do not deserve your ridicule."

Ao'noung laughed and looked at his friends. "You are the freak's friend?" he asked as he approached you. You drew back slightly as they did so, making their smiles grow larger.

"I am Kiri's friend," you stated. "An'oung, please, I only ask you leave them alone. You- you can place the verbal abuse on me, I will do anything, just leave my friends alone."

"Wow," An'oung said, walking closer to you. "A bitch friend for the freak," he spat, making your heart fall. "Why do you defend them?"

"She doesn't even have their demon blood," one of his friends said, forcefully grabbing your hand and showing it to the group.

"Stop," you said, attempting to pull your hand away. The boy only held it tighter.

"Maybe she's sleeping some of them," another said, making An'oung chuckle. You felt tears prickle in your eyes at their words. "Maybe she's sleeping with all of them even."

"She said stop assholes." You felt the grip on your hand yanked away, only to be replaced by a warm and gentle one. You turned to the new form, instantly feeling a sense of relief falling over you. There standing over a bleeding Metkayina boy was Lo'ak.

"Is he the one your sleeping with, bitch?" An'oung laughed, watching as Lo'ak pulled you behind him protectively. "This four fingered freak?"

"Shut up, fishlips," Lo'ak seethed. He gently pushed you to the side before lunging at the boy. You let out a gasp as the two tumbled to the ground. "Dick!" you heard Lo'ak yell as the two rolled around on the ground. It took a minute before the rest of the group seemed to realize what was happening. After that although, it didn't take long for them to join in.

"OW!" one yelled as Lo'ak sent a kick to his groin, causing him to fall over.

"Stop it!" you yelled, feeling tears begin to fall as they continued fighting. "S-stop it!" you cried, making the boys finally stop their actions.

"Shit, she's crying dude," one of the boys mumbled.

Lo'ak was the first to stop the fighting, almost instantly releasing An'oung. His eyes grew wide at your tears. He jumped up, rushing towards you, quick to leave the group of boys alone. "Look what you assholes did," he hissed, turning his attention to the eldest group member as he held your upper arms.

"Lo'ak, stop, please," you cried, your head falling on his wet and sandy chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Angel," he said, turning back to you. As soon as his eyes landed on your teary eyed face, they softened. "See, it's okay." Lo'ak sent a glare towards An'oung, making him and the rest of the boys slink away. "See, they're gone," he said gently, watching as you looked up at him. You looked around at the now empty beach. A feeling of emptiness fell over you, knowing you hadn't accomplished what you originally came here for.

"I'm sorry," you sniffed. "I came to try and get them to leave you alone, but I just made it worse. And now Jake is going to be angry with you for fighting for me."

"Angel, you did a good thing, those guys just aren't good people," Lo'ak said, pulling you back against his chest. "And my dad doesn't matter. I'm just glad you're okay."

You sniffed, nuzzling into his chest.

Lo'ak had been there to protect you ever since you had met. When you had first interacted he saw first hand how you processed things a bit differently. Ever since he first saw you cry he swore he would protect you for the rest of his life, and he had.

"You're bleeding," you said, pulling away from the Na'vi's tight hug.

"Yeah, but it's okay," Lo'ak shrugged.

"Let me patch you up," you stated, wiping a bit of blood away from his cheek.

"Whatever you want, Angel."

Tags: boojaynaqueen

[bl00dh0unds]

mean. - n. & l. sully

summary - neteyam & lo’ak sully with a s/o that has anger management issues/overstimulation meltdowns

warnings - angst, fluff, comfort, cussing, crying, meltdowns, yelling, angry!reader, slightly fem!reader, unedited, arguing

- NETEYAM

to be honest i feel like he’d know what to do cus of lo’ak

i’m not sorry for that 😭

deep breaths for sure

usually you’d get annoyed at little things that people do on accident (or on purpose, just to get you going)

but sometimes when you get angry there’s nothing he can do but be with you

like

the smallest things could tick you off and he would be right next to you

he’d hold your hand or your shoulder, and if you don’t wanna be touched, he’d be in front of you, talking slowly and calmly

he’d be so nice to you

sometimes you get so pissed off you start crying because you’re frustrated and you just wanna stop being angry

i feel like neteyam would just sit with you if you didn’t want him to talk or touch you, but if you did, ohhhhh boyyyy

hugs & kisses galore

he most certainly takes after his mother

let’s all be forreal

he’s nice by nature so he’s one of the best people to have a meltdown with

“it’s alright, love,” he said, cradling your head on his chest, “let it out.” he’d be so nice and gentle with it, wiping your tears and kissing your head and cheeks to calm you down.

- LO’AK

alright here we go

he has anger management issues himself, so he uses things neteyam taught him for when he gets too mad

deep breaths, hugging, distractions, the whole nine yards

he’s very nice, just entirely misunderstood cus of his little need to cause chaos

it’s almost like he can smell when you’re about to get angry

and he hates seeing you in a bad mood

so he changes the subject, or redirects your attention to something else

and then if that doesn’t work he’ll use the deep breathing exercises that neteyam taught him

sometimes you get annoyed at that too

but that’s okay cus he understands

he may get a little annoyed but he will surely push it aside

for your sake ofc

and if you start crying

he kinda won’t know what to do

his little outbursts don’t really get as far as crying so he treats it like you’re sad

kissing your temples and rubbing your back while your face is in his neck

you had gotten pissed off at aonung again for calling the sully’s freaks again. you had gotten so pissed off that your voice had started to shake, and lo’ak noticed. he put himself between you and a slightly frightened aonung, saying “alright, cut it out.” he backed off, you still standing with your fists trembling and your breathing trembly. lo’ak brought you to a spot in the woods where nobody could see you as you began to break down. he took you in his arms, tracing little circles on your back. “there you go, ma, just cry. you’re gonna be alright.”

it’s so short but i love it cus representation without shame