#mauri speaks

[mauriooo]

our wonderland arc 3 spoilers under the cut but tldr

THE WAY I WAS SPOILED ON GENZOU GETTING GOT AND I STILL WASN'T PREPARED FOR THE IMPACT SHOT OF HIS BEANIE ON A PLATE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKK WHAT SADISTIC BASTARD CONCEPTUALIZED THIS /very very pos

[moonshynecybin]

Do you know why alex’s nickname is mauri and luca’s nickname is maro? Do we know what these nicknames mean??? Tysm ily

i DONT actually there’s not a lot of sources in english that i could find about it... do you think alex ever gets annoyed that they sound kinda similar

[the-metatron]

My Episode on the Maury Show aired last night at 3am. In case you missed it, here are some highlights:

Three possibilities eliminated, but still more test results to be revealed. Stay tuned, Metuals!

[macroglossus]

🤨

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

demon who makes a pact with a human to take their soul when they die but becomes such good friends with them that they end up just hanging out w their ghost

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Blessing

Pairing- Ao'nung x Sully!reader

Summary- You are the twin sister of Lo'ak who is the complete opposite of each other, and when you move with the Metkayina you caught someones eye.

A/N- This was a request

You are the complete opposite of your twin brother, his was rambunctious you were always calm, he was rebellious you were obedient somewhat. He wanted to fight you wanted to collect plants make medicine help to heal people. But somehow you fit each other just right, he was your best friend as you were his.

One time Lo'ak got into major trouble and at communal dinner someone made a joke calling you "the better twin." And it irked you to the bone. "That's not funny." You would say before returning to your previous conversation. And with all of this your father was very protective sometimes you think it's because he sees your Uncle Tommy in you doesn't wanna lose you how he lost Tommy, he never does talk about your uncle but you can just feel it.

When you had to move to the Metkayina clan it was hard but you tried your best to be happy. And when you got there it was nothing like you expected. They said you had demon blood, that hurt but you deflected it as much as you could. And then there was Ao'nung, when he first saw you he thought that his heart was going to explode in his chest your beauty was undeniable. But he was a big teaser at you and your siblings but his sister smacked some sense into him.

He would leave flirty remarks, "Looking good Y/N." When you would swim or, "How's my favorite forest girly doing." He would say or your personal favorite, "Pretty girl." and you would just reply kindly, with a "Thank you Ao'nung." Or a small, "I am fine how are you." and that just wrapped him into your love spell deeper.

Then he started to help you with things, even when you didn't need it. He just wanted a reason to be close with you. You thought he was just being helpful, but sometimes you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach when his hand would graze yours when lifting something into the docks, or when he addressed you as pretty girl and it drove you insane.

And now he here he was looking at his reflection making sure his hair was right before he went to talk to your father, Jake Sully. The Toruk Makto. Hell yeah he was scared but it would all be worth it. He walked into your families mauri only Jake was there sharpening his dagger. Ao'nung gulped a wad of saliva. His palms were sweaty and sweat threatened to spill all over his body.

He took a deep breath composing himself. "Hello Jake." Ao'nung spoke bringing his fingers from his forehead outward towards Jake as a sign of respect. "Ao'nung." Jake spoke suspiciously. "If you are looking for any of my kids I do not know except Y/N she's out collecting pearls for her little sister." He said sighing afterwards.

"No sir I just came to ask you something important." Ao'nung said Jake stood up at the seriousness in the younger males voice. "Yes of course what is it." Jake said. "I would like to ask for your blessing to court your daughter." Ao'nung spoke quickly and swiftly. And it seemed all the color drained from Jake's face. "M-my d-daughter Kiri?!?" Jake said running his hands over his face distraught. "No! Not Kiri, Y/N." Ao'nung corrected the male.

Jake turns to him, protective dad overload. And just before he could speak you walked in. "Hello fathe- Ao'nung, hey." You say indigo painting your face as Ao'nung says hello doing the forehead motion to you as he did to Jake, but Jake could tell he was flirting, right in front of him!

Jake looks at the interaction dread filling him. "What are you doing here?" You ask softly putting a bag filled with pearls down looking at him. "Oh I was just asking your father," Ao'nung took a deep breath once again before telling him he was asking for your father blessing. "His blessing to court you." He said turning back to his father.

A sense of excitement and happiness could be felt anyone in a ten foot radius of you. You looked at your father huge smile plastered on your face shaking your head up and down, yes. Your father took one deep breath and closed his eyes before he spoke, "Yes, you have my blessing." Jake said and Ao'nung turned to you and gave you a smile just as big as yours. "But," your dad said making you turn your attention to him. "You don't go anywhere alone I was a teenager not long ago I know what's going through that pea sized brain and I am not, repeat not having a baby under this roof, so help me god I will kill yo-" "Dad!" You yell stopping the threats being thrown at a shocked Ao'nung.

Oh and, when your brothers found out you were being courted all hell broke loose. "How could you let my baby sister be courted but that fish boy!" Neteyam spoke. "I am not a baby." You say as you finish separating fruits as your mother instructed you to. "I refuse to be brothers with that fish." Lo'ak said shaking his head. "I'm not happy about it either but if he makes her happy then let it be." Your father said to them. "Oh you are acting like children." You say throwing a price of fruit at your father.

[mauriooo]

why hate on lady yona when she, sidon, link, and zelda can all hold hands in a circle

[sxxythingz]

Mine

Neteyam Sully (22) x Omatikaya female (22)

Warnings: smut, cursing, p n v, dom Neteyam, aged up characters, creampie (😏), Neteyam low key being jealous

WC: 2.2K

🛑MDNI🛑

“So what do forest people even do for fun?” Ao’nung asks you, his attention completely turned towards you as you smile brightly at him. “Well, we typically ride our ikrans, go hunting, run through the forest. But me personally, I enjoy just laying in the middle of the forest and enjoying the peaceful sounds around me.” Your tail sways from side to side at the thought of your home and how much you miss it.

You and the Sully family have been in the Metkayina Reefs for about 7 months now, you didn’t have to leave but you are the girlfriend of Neteyam Sully, the oldest son of Toruk Makto Jake Sully. You decided to leave your home to be with Neteyam because the truth is, home to you is wherever he is and he felt the exact same way about you.

“So do you like, swing through trees or something?” He chuckles lightly after his question, making you giggle as well before clearing your throat. “Well I mean yeah actually. I do enjoy swinging from trees, you guys would love it, it’s so much fun.” You respond back to Ao’nung, a smirk crossing his lips as he looks you up and down. “I know what you can swing from.” He reaches his hand out to you, caressing your arm and making you feel uncomfortable as your smile drops.

“Hey!” Before you can get another word out, both your heads turn towards the deep voice that’s approaching you and your heart drops. Neteyam quickly walks towards both of you, his eyes glaring into Ao’nung’s as he approaches him, pushing him back with one hand away from you and getting in front of you.

“Back. Off. She’s mine, fish boy.” You can only see the back of Neteyam’s head, but you could feel the anger beaming from his body. Ao’nung’s arrogant smirk grows wider as he puts both hands up, slowly back away and chuckling. “Smart choice. And stay away from her, I don’t ever want to see you talking to her again.” Neteyam gives him one last glare before turning around to face you, firmly grabbing your arm and walking off with you.

“Neteyam I-“ “I don’t want to hear it, Y/n.” Neteyam cuts you off mid sentence as he continues to walk with your arm in his grip, almost like a child until you reach the mauri that both of you share. Once you enter the mauri, he lets go of your arm and huffs loudly. “How many times do I have to tell you not to speak to him, Y/n? What part of that do you not get, hm?” He doesn’t even bother looking at you while he speaks, but instead his eyes stay averted towards the ceiling of the mauri, as if he doesn’t even want to see you.

“But Neteyam, you haven’t given me the chance to explain anything.” You attempt to protest, finally turning Neteyam’s attention towards you as he scoffs. “What fucking excuse do you have for talking to him? Even after I told you that I don’t feel comfortable with you saying anything to him.” He folds his arms over his chest waiting for your response. You can see the anger in his eyes, making you nervous. You had never seen Neteyam so angry before.

“He was just asking me questions about home and I was answering. I don’t see the problem, unless you’re just jealous of me talking to him.” You mimic his action, folding your arms at him. Before you can even blink, he quickly steps towards you, wrapping his large hand around your throat and pulling you chest to chest with him. No, you’ve never seen Neteyam this angry at you, but yet you secretly loved this side of him. The angrier he got, the more it turned you on.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking play with me right now. I’m not jealous of shit, you’re mine and not his. And you need to act more like it.” Your eyes bat at him, the tiniest crack in the corners of your mouth at his jealousy that he’s trying so hard to hide, but failing miserably. “And if I don’t act like yours, then what Ma Teyam?” You knew that testing him would just make him angrier, but you couldn’t help but to push those buttons.

“I’ll make you scream my name so loud that everyone knows who you belong to.” He smirks down at you, turning you on even more. “So do it my love.” Those were the only words that he needed to hear before you feel his lips crash into yours. His kisses are usually so soft and filled with love and passion, but this time his kiss is filled with need, want, desire.

He kisses you at a pace that you can’t keep up with, his hand still tightly wrapped around your throat but not tight enough to choke you. His tongue always prods at your lips, almost as if he’s asking for permission, but this time he pushes his tongue past your lips, forcing your mouth open. His hand unravels itself around your throat and he immediately brings his hand down to your loincloth, pushing past the cloth to feel the slick that’s covering it.

“You like it when I get mad at you, don’t you?” He chuckles as he pulls your loincloth to the side, his fingers collecting your slick and bringing them back to your clit to rub circles around the nub. “Neteyam..” You softly moan his name, closing your eyes as you move your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. Neteyam was your first, he knows your body like the back of his hand and you guys would always do this when you were back at home, but since you’ve been here you can count on one hand the number of times you two have had sex. And that would be about four times.

Maybe it’s because of the time frame, but his touches set your skin on fire. It feels new, almost like it’s your first time all over again, even with such a small thing it’s almost too blissful. Neteyam pulls his fingers away from you, bringing them back up to his lips to lick your taste off of his fingers. “Mm, I forgot how good you taste yawne. Here, taste.” He brings his fingers to your lips, your mouth automatically opening and he slips his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on them while you stare into his eyes, earning moans from both of you.

“Go stand against the wall.” He sternly commands from you, your eyes squint at him in confusion as he’s never told you to do this but you quickly oblige and go stand against the wall, facing him. “No yawne, turn around and face the wall.” His finger spins in a circle as he watches you turn around and face the wall. “Good girl, now put your hands on the wall.” You oblige yet again, placing your hands on the wall. You feel him come behind you, ripping your loincloth off of you, earning a gasp from you as you feel the cool breeze hit your most sensitive spots.

“Spread your legs for me princess.” He caresses your back, massaging the middle as you spread your legs. There were no words to describe how you felt, how turned on you were. This was something new, his demanding nature never came out towards you, but today that’s all that it is. The command coating his throat just makes you want him even more.

“Since you want me to fuck you like I’m jealous, I will.” You gulp hard as you hear him quickly coming out of his own loincloth and tossing it to the side. He lines himself up with your entrance, collecting your slick on the tip of his dick with one hand firmly holding your hip.

“And you better not fucking run.”

All that’s heard is the sound of your scream as he rams himself into you, his hips completely flat against your ass as he bottoms out into you. “Fuck! Neteyam!” You yell out, reaching your hand back in an attempt to push him back, but he quickly takes both of your hands into his own and places them against the wall. “Don’t fucking touch me. Take it, princess. You asked for it, so take it.” He doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he pulls himself out of you and rams his hips back into you.

“This is what you wanted, hm? You want me to be rough with you? Is that why you talked to him even when I told you not to?” His hips continue to slap against yours, his thrusts getting harder with every question that he asks you. “N-Neteyam, please.. I-I’m sorry!” You try to apologize but you hear him chuckle behind you at your weak attempt to get him to slow down. “No, fuck that. I’m giving you what you wanted. Every time that you talk to him, I want you to think about me fucking you.”

He lets go of one of your hands, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit as you feel your stomach beginning to feel like it’s in knots. “Nete… I-I think about to cum!” You feel your eyes rolling to the back of you head until you feel a hard slap against your ass with Neteyam’s hand. “You better not fucking cum until I tell you to.” You huff in response, he’s never denied you of an orgasm before and you don’t know if you can hold it in.

He runs his hand up your back until he reaches your soft braids, entangling his hand through them and pulling roughly to pull your head back. “What’s my name?” His voice trembles, letting you know that he’s not too far himself. “N-Neteyam..” You softly coo out, but that’s not good enough. He slams his hips into you, making you yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“What is my name?” He asks you yet again, your eyes not even being able to focus anymore as he continues to hit the perfect spot. “Neteyam!” You manage to scream out through your groans, making him chuckle. “Louder, princess. I can’t hear you.” He slams his hips into you once again, your nails digging into the walls of your mauri.

“Neteyam! Fuck, I-I can’t hold it anymore!” A deep growl of satisfaction grumbles through Neteyam’s throat. “Do you promise to never talk to him again?” His words slur as his thrusts lose their rhythm, bringing sloppy. “I-I promise Ma Teyam, I’ll never talk to him again. Just p-please let me cum.” You pant out as you feel Neteyam’s grip on your hips get tighter.

“Cum on my dick, princess.” That was all it took before your body finally let go, releasing the tension pinned in the pit of your stomach on him. Your moans and groans of satisfaction can be heard from halfway across the beach, but you don’t care and that was exactly what Neteyam wanted from you. Deep down, he was jealous of you even looking Ao’nung’s way but his pride wouldn’t let him tell you that.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” You feel Neteyam’s warm liquid fill you up as you grind your hips on him, a mixture of both of your groans filling the room as he slows down his pace. After a few minutes of you both catching your breath, Neteyam pulls out of you but your knees are so weak that you almost fall to the ground before he catches you.

He carries you bridal style to the mat that you guys share, carefully laying you down and going to grab a cloth to clean you off. One thing about Neteyam that you absolutely loved was the after care that he always gives you after you guys are done, how gentle and loving he is with you. He leans down and kisses your forehead, your nose and then your lips, making you smile.

“I love you, Y/n.” He places his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. “I love you, Ma Teyam.” Your heart flutters just at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. You could never choose anyone over him and deep down, he knows that. He finishes cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, then gets dressed himself. You both get ready to step out of your mauri hand in hand, sure that nobody could hear you or even knew that you guys had disappeared.

“So will you just admit that you were jealous?” You look up at Neteyam, watching him roll his eyes at you. “I was not jealous. I was just reminding you that you’re mine.” He gives a smack to your ass, making you laugh as you step out of your mauri. Your laugh quickly comes to a stop as you look and see Ao’nung and his friends staring at you and Neteyam. His friends clearly trying not to laugh and Ao’nung staring in disbelief of what just happened.

You feel Neteyam wrap his arm around your waist, pulling your body into his with a smirk on his face. “And I will admit… I might’ve been reminding them too.” You hit him in his chest, embarrassment clouding your face before finally laughing it off. You lay your head on Neteyam’s shoulder, walking past the boys as Ao’nung gives you a dirty looks.

If that was Neteyam’s reaction to you simply talking to Ao’nung, maybe you should do it more often… 😏

A/N: Hehehehe that ending is kind of toxic, I know 😂 but y’all… it took me forever and a day to get another fic out and I have a reason! That reason being I literally hate my job and it put me in a state of depression to the point where I couldn’t do anything buttttt I quit so there’s that 😂🥳 anyways, I hope you guys like this one and I now have more time post more for you guys! Enjoy 💕

[the-metatron]

Coming Soon: Five People, One Baby -- Who's the Father?

After a wild weekend during which I:

-hitched a ride on the TARDIS with the Twelfth Doctor and Missy, beating them both in strip poker and claiming them as my reward,

-travelled back in time to 1978 and had a romantic evening with the Greek God Zeus that turned into a weekend of horizontal dancing,

-and then going back to the future with Doc Brown in his DeLorean as his passenger princess

I unexpectedly and inexplicably somehow ended up pregnant. So, I reached out to my 'good friend' Maury Povich for help DNA testing my yet-to-be-born child. (If one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together, that's neither here nor there.)

But before the episode airs, would any of my metuals like to place any bets?

[maurythehormonemonster]

Kinktober day seven. Orgasm Denial - Simon Riley // (gn! reader)

CW: Sub! Simon (the poor guy just needs a break honestly), handjob, soft and sweet orgasm denial.

YESTERDAY’S FIC IS NOT GOING. Unfortunately i’ll probs have to change the entirety of it to work, or do bull rider! Graves and make your husband some poor sod.

(also if the formatting is fucked it’s because I don’t have my laptop)

But!! Enoughhh about that! Have some Simon who is tired!

Maury’s masterlist

Simon got home after a mission and he was just irritable. You didn’t know why, you had tried to ask but he just grumbled something before going to sit on the couch.

You huffed as you put dinner away, slamming cupboards, throwing the metal forks into the drawer. Was it petty? Maybe. Was Simon also getting on your last nerve? Yes.

He didn’t even budge, his eyes trained to the blurring TV. He knew you were upset with him, but he didn’t know how to confront it. He just needed a break. His brain was going too fast for comfort and could hear his blood pumping in his fucking ears.

The evening continued like that. You would try and get close to him and he would brush your touch off. You tried to talk to him and he took a sip of his beer, ignoring you entirely. At some point you had enough! You stood up and said you were going to bed but Simon grabbed your wrist and dragged you back down next to him without a word being said.

“Simon, you’re being ridiculous! Why don’t you just talk to me?” You were pleading with him at this point. Even though you were still angry, no- fuming, you could understand, just a tad. He was stressed to no end. “God, baby.. I need you to talk to me.” Silence. You grabbed his face with one hand and turned him to look at you. “Simon, please… You can’t shut me out. Not now, not ever. I won’t let you.”

He blinked at you a few times, trying to regain his grip on reality. He focused on your hand touching him so gently, and your eyes that scanned his own for an answer you wouldn’t get. At least not tonight. Simon couldn’t bring himself to speak.

He leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Not hungry, or aggressive like he was sometimes but tender. Feeling your soft lips slot against him held something deeper than he would’ve ever dreamed of. Ghost, the feared Lieutenant wasn’t around right now. Simon took his place. The man that would bring you the moon and stars from the sky if you asked for it.

Your hand continued to hold his face as you melted into the kiss. He brought his own slightly shaky ones to hold your hips. When you pulled away and your eyes fluttered open you saw the vulnerability, the need to just not think behind his, oh so, beautiful eyes.

The hands that he used to kill so many people held you as if you were made of glass. Softly, gently. One of the many things you taught him how to do. How to be honest, without having to say anything. He’s never known a true home a day in his life, and yet, you stay.

“You need me to take care of you, baby, don’t you?” You whispered gingerly, lips only an inch away from his. He nodded, his breath picking up. He needed to stop thinking.

Your hand’s travelled down his chest and came to rest on his jean cladded bulge, stroking your hand over it. You could feel him harden under the slightest touch. Your poor baby. You slowly unzipped his jeans, and he helped you get them down his hips slightly.

You shifted slightly, pulling his back into your chest, one hand rested under his chin. “You don’t finish until I say. Understand?” You waited for his response which came through with a quiet “yes.”

“Good boy…” You stroked him slowly at first, still keeping him tucked away in his boxers until you saw them start to darken slightly from the precum that leaked from his tip.

You held his face into the crook of your neck as you finally pulled him free out of his boxers. His cock already twitching in your palm. “Just needed to let me take care of you. There’s no shame in that.” You hummed, swiping your thumb over his slit to gather some of his precum as lube before you properly began to stroke him.

Tiny pants left his lips, warm breath hitting your neck. He fisted his hands into the couch cushions, trying to will himself not to finish all over your hand. “Ohh, that’s my boy.. Come on, you can hold it for me.” Your voice was far too sweet for him to be able to last like this.

His abs tightened and you stopped your movements, eliciting a whimper to come from the back of his throat. “It’s okay, I've got you.” You reassured him as you started up again, watching the way he bit his lip and hid his eyes in your neck. He couldn’t look, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

You sped up, occasionally swiping your hand over his slit to get him to arch slightly, revelling in the way that only you can make him act like this, feel like this. You saw it again, the way his knuckles turned white from grasping at the material on the couch.

This time when you pulled away, a full on sob ripped through him. He didn’t even realize he was crying. “Please, God please.” He begged, hips rutting upwards to try and feel your hand around him.

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, staying there for a moment as your other hand ran through his cropped blond hair. “Shhh, my love. Soon, I promise, I just need you to hold off a little bit longer.” You soothed him as best you could, peppering kisses over his wet cheeks and his forehead.

Your hand started stroking him again, this time slower than you had gone before. You needed him to feel instead of think.

Simon was desperate for release at this point. He could feel the weight of your hand against him. “Can I? Please, I need to- I- I can’t!” His voice was shaky and whiny, a stark contrast from his usual self.

You smiled, pressing your lips to his before nodding. “Come on, love..” And with that he was spilling over your hand with a moan, back arching off of the couch while his chest heaved. His warm cum dripped down your fingers and you brought them to your lips, licking them clean.

Simon turned in your grip and pressed his entire body weight against you, his face buried into your chest while his big arms snaked to wrap around you. “Thank you.” He whispered, finally able to embrace you properly.

Your hands ran through his hair as you watched him slowly calm down again. “You never need to thank me.” You watched his eyes flutter closed as the sleep he so desperately needed consumed him in an instant. You followed him quickly. With his arms wrapped around you, there was really nowhere else to go.

It would be pathetic to someone else, maybe. A big soldier like Simon falling apart in your hands. Though, it only made that big part of your heart that already held so much love for him open wider, wanting to encapsulate him in your embrace until the end of time.

[nelissecrectplace]

Refuge

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word count: 4.3k

language: Tsahík- spiritual leader

description: Confused by your avoidance Ao’nung frustration only seemed to build. Convinced he wanted to play you push him away. Backed into a corner the na’vi has to make some bold decisions.

Ao’nung did not understand why you were still angry with him. He had apologized to your sibling and even bit back his words, not teasing them as much, but your cold shoulder did not waver in the slightest. His sister sensing the tension had not paired you with him at all for the past week and it was starting too eat away at him. He did not know why he craved your attention so, but it was driving him insane. Barging into his family’s mauri his annoyance was evident. Placing himself onto his mat he sharpened his weapon body language full of agitation.

“You are frustrated brother?” Tsireyas voice was soft as she turned her body too face her older brother. She had an idea why he was angry but the she needed to hear it from him. “Why?”

“That woman she is unbearable! She will not even glance my way! You would have thought I killed her mother.” Casting his knife aside a sigh breached Ao’nungs lips as he turned too his littler sister. “You have been no help always stealing her from me.”

“I have done no such thing, I just thought you did not wish too teach her because..” Puffing her cheeks Tsireya looked for the right words. “The obvious tension.”

“Yet you pare me with the man I literally fought with.” A giggle left Tsireya as she looked at her brothers deadpan look. “Maybe that is the reason she will not speak too you. You did fight her brother after teasing Kiri because your day was bad.”

“No, I am fine with everyone but y/n! I gave the family a gift and all the Sullys talk with me freely.”

“So you have done all this so she will forgive you?” A purple hue cascaded over Ao’nungs cheeks as he looked away from his sister. The man’s pride would not allow him to admit the efforts he went to for something as simple as your attention. “Oh my Eywa you like Y/n!” Tsireya shrill voice filled the mauri as she squealed.

Running to her big brother she pinched his cheek with a smile so big her cheeks began too hurt. “Mother and father will be so happy you found your tsahík!” Swatting Tsireya hand away Ao’nung scoffed at her words. “It does not matter if she will not even look my way.”

“It could have been something you said. You have my tendency too talk…offensively without knowing the impact of your words.” Suddenly entering the conversation Ronal entered the mauri focusing her attention on her eldest son. “Have you been ease dropping?” Ao’nung asked an unamused look on his face. “Does not matter now who is too be my successor I must start training her!”

“She does not wish to have anything to do with me it is no use.” Rolling her eyes at her sons words Ronal sat in front of her two children. “You are to be the chief everyone desires you. If they do not make them, show her your intensions.” Smacking her eldest on his head Ronal rose too her feet once more. “Now grow some balls and court this na’vi! A confrontation is not that hard son.” Placing her hands on her mouth Tsireya attempted too muffled her laughter. Gathering herself the young na’vi followed her mother avoiding Ao’nungs death glare. He could not wait too get out of his family’s Mauri.

“Why do you still ignore Ao’nung?” Looking over too your sister confusion covered your features. The two of you were sitting on the very shore line the incident had happened. A broken sapling the only proof of the altercation between Ao’nung and your family.

“You know what he did too us, too Lo’ak.” Almost as if you were stating the obvious you crudely answered Kiris questions. Humming in response kiri placed her hands behind her, resting her body weight on them. “We have made peace y/n, why do you hold this grudge, it is unlike you.” Looking away from Kiri you hug your knees too your chest. You were at a loss for words, you did not wish too tell your sister about your feelings. It was already embarrassing enough that Ao’nung had played with your heart for so long. It was degrading knowing how desperate he perceived you, you did not wish for anyone else too form the same view.

“So sorry we are late! Are mother kept us.”

“It is fine.” Responding too Tsireya you mentally thanked Eywa. She had saved you from the pressure of answering Kiris questions. Rising too your feet you were quick to walk over too the girl, shooting kiri a sheepish smile. Rolling her eyes at your avoidance Kiri followed your lead as the two of you met the Siblings half way. Focusing all your attention on Tsireya you purposefully avoided Ao’nungs gaze, hoping that the man would disappear if you focused hard enough.

“I was thinking we could split up even more today. Since y/n is still struggling with Ilus she can stay here with my brother. He is one of the na’vi with the best knowledge of the sea animals.” With a smile decorating her face Tsireya looked between the two of you. She was obviously looking for approval and that was one thing you were not about to give.

“Actually-”

“That would be perfect!” Speaking over you kiri loudly agreed. Face morphing into a glare you looked at your sister. Kiri only wore a smug face as she peered at you. “Let’s head too the healing hut Tsireya.” Nodding enthusiastically, the na’vi waved goodbye, than motioned for kiri too follow. Watching your sister walk past you a wave of nerves washed over you. “Kiri-” As her name breached your lips her yellow eyes turned too yours. The look on her face was enough too shut you up as your ears pinned too your head. Tail drooping and ears down turned, you turned too face the na’vi in front of you, his form standing tall.

He seemed too be nothing but pleased at this arrangement as he looked down at you. It was a visible change in his attitude from the first day he was stuck with you, if anything he looked excited. Confusion clouded your brains as you examined the na’vi not sure why he seemed so please. “Don’t worry forest girl, I don’t bite.” Smirk plastered on his face he placed a hand on your back, guiding you too the water. Shying away from his touch you did not speak a word as you walked into the water, waiting for him to call an ilu. You pretended too not notice how his playful demeanor slightly shifted. Ao’nungs face twisting in dissatisfaction? You did not know. The only thing you knew was today was going too be a long day.

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A hefty  sigh left Ao’nung lips as he rested his hands on his hips. “You can not ride the ilu as if you are bear back your legs must make adjustment.” Piercing your lips together you attempted adjust your body correctly. The instructions that seemed to have been said hundreds of time repeating in your head. Looking at your new adjusted form Ao’nung couldn’t help but pinch his nose bridge in frustration. It did not help that you had not uttered a word this whole time, simply humming in acknowledgment. “You know a word or two would help me understand why you are struggling.” Ao’nungs eyes seemed too pierce yours as he walked through the water over too you. It did not take long for the warrior to be inches away. His ocean orbs seeming to be waiting for a response as he stared with an expectant look.

Avoiding his gaze you turned your eyes too where your hand held the ilu. Adjusting your grip you attempted too ignore his obvious request for you too speak. As a response an annoyed groan left the na’vi lips, making your stomach slightly drop. “Than we will do this the hard way.” The words left his lips in a hiss. The questions filling with his intensions soon answered as you felt a strong grip on your thigh. A slight yelp left your lips at the contact, head wiping towards the na’vi. He wore a slight smirk as he peered at you moving your legs into his desired position. It only took moments for all the blood too rush too your face a purple hue decorating your cheeks. In your mind you attempted to remind yourself that he felt nothing but you failed to stop the butterflies from invading your stomach.

Reaching over too adjust your other half you felt your heart race. His face was inches away from your stomach. His hands quickly positioning your leg the way he wanted. His salty yet musky scent entering your nose. You did not realize how much you enjoyed his smell until he pulled away, admiring his work. “Scoot up a little for me.” Attempting to follow his instructions you slid your hips up too the end of saddle. A small laugh left the na’vi mouth as you did. “Here.” Ao’nungs hands finding their way too your hips slid you back slightly. “Perfect”

“Ao’nung” Ears perking up at the sound of his name the male quickly focused his attention on you. A slight smile decorating his face. Heart beating rapidly against your rib cage you couldn’t seem too get your words out as you admired his features. It seemed that all your thoughts were scrambled as his hands rested themselves on you. It was amazing what a simple touch seemed to do. Mouth opened like an idiot you only seemed to be able to stare as the hue on your cheeks darkened.

Gaining slight composure you brung your hands too rest on his. Seeming too get the message Ao’nungs ears lit up. Quickly removing his palms from your hips, he tucked them under his arms. Awkwardly cleaning his throat the na’vi looked the other way, avoiding your gaze. “Well, let see how you do go ahead and ride under.” Expertly covering up his embarrassment he ushered for you too continue. Humming in response you were quick too obligue. It seemed as if this was your hundredth time under the water as the familiar feeling engulfed you.

Although, this time it felt as if you were gliding through the currents. The struggle of fighting to stay on the ilu gone as the water glided around you. The pull of the water running through your hairs as if it was apart of the ocean. Breaching the water a rush of adrenaline filled your body. Your joyful laughter filling the area. Whipping your head around you were quick to find Ao’nung. Smiling brightly you swam your ilu over too his, happiness radiating off of you. “Did you see that! I have done it!” Overcome by excitement you launched your body into Ao’nungs. Arms wrapping around his neck you broke your bond. Your ilu swimming out from under you.

Looking up a smile mirroring yours adored the na’vis features. Ao’nungs arms quick too find your body. Wrapping an arm around your waist he quickly used the other too bring your body over his ilu. “Should of stayed with me, you would have had it down day one.” Stomach sinking at his words you suddenly remembered why you have not been with him. Smile dropping you unlatched your hands from around the male. An embarrassment like no other flooding in as regret settled in. You had literally just thrown yourself at him. Ears pinned too your head you avoided the na’vis now confused gaze. Ao’nung did not understand why your mood had done a full one-eighty.

“I am sorry, I got too excited.” Clasping your hands over your legs you starred down at the waves lapping over your thighs. Suddenly a light hand was placed over yours. His touch was gentle but it could not stop the whispers of doubts from entering your mind. “You are fine Y/n, your achievement was worth celebration.” You could only hum a response as you tried too calm the thumping of your heart. You hated how Ao’nungs presence only seemed to make so many doubts and feeling swirl. Your body and brain not knowing which one too display.

“I will swim back.” Awkwardly shifting your body off his ilu you submerged yourself into the sea. You felt a slight emptiness without his touch as you sank into the water, but that was just another feeling too add too the confusing mix. It seemed Ao’nung was not wiling too give you a break from the conflict he created in you as he was quick too dive in after you. ‘I will swim with you’ signing from above a slight smirk decorated his face. Motioning for him too follow you began to make your way back too shore. Being in the ocean always brought a feeling of peace yet you could not seem to admire the ocean life. Eyes constantly peering at the na’vi next too you. His curls flowing with the currents around him, his body moving effortlessly. It made your heart pang with a familiar pain. He was so beautiful yet that seemed to be the exact reason why he could toy with you as he pleased.

Finally breaching the water you gasped for air. Hoping to inhale as much as possible before making your way too the shore. Ao’nung who breached soon after seemed fine as his breathing settled quickly. You heard the water splash as his form followed. It was obvious he had no intension of letting you escape him. Feet finally touching the dry sand you turned too face the na’vi. Eclipse settling around the both of you. Ao’nung bioluminescent freckles shined with pride as he looked down at you. Taking a deep breath you met his ocean eyes. Ears perked up he waited for you too speak, hopeful for a positive exchange.

“What do you get out of this.” Gaze hardening you looked into him. Eyes furrowing at the question he slightly cocked his head too the side. “What do you mean?” Confusion evident in his tone he questioned you. A heft sigh left your lips as you ran your fingers through your braids. “I do not understand why you continue too play with me. My heart can not handle this, why don’t you leave in peace.”

“I am not playing with you.” Attempting too grab your hands you harshly jerk your body away. “Cut the shit Ao’nung go play with a Metkayinas heart.” Harshly rejecting his action you pull away from his touch. Confusion warped his features at the foreign word leaving your lips but he did not back down. “Why are you so resistant! I have done everything, yet you still deny me!”

“You know you have no real intension with me. You enjoy playing with my feeling taunting me and my brothers with the fact that I admire you. I am tired I cannot live like this! I will stop myself from wanting you so please let me move on.” Eyes glossing over you turn away from na’vi. “Goodnight Ao’nung.” The goodbye left your lips harshly as you sped away from him. Standing there like and Idiot Ao’nung watched your form retreat. He could not seem too process the words you had dumped on him. Too stunned by the fact that you wanted him.

Despite the fact that you had stormed away with the intension too not speak too the male again he couldn’t help the smile that played at his lips. Bringing his hand too his face he covered his growing grin as his stomach swirled with butterflies. The indirect confession had the na’vi swooning. Tail swaying in excitement he rushed back too his mauri. He knew exactly what he must do.

It had been a day since your interaction with Ao’nung yet your melancholy mood did not leave you. Lo’ak, taking notice too this, attempted too drag you out the mauri but too no avail. You refused your brothers attempt to cheer you up insisting you must stay too help kiri and your mother. You were thankful too Neteyam for dragging your twin away understanding you needed time. Your eldest brother was always intuitive, never pushing you too speak before you felt comfortable. Shooting him a half smile you thanked him, waving goodbye too the two males. You felt a relief like no other knowing the pestering would finally come too an end. Thanking Eywa Tuk’s instructor wanted to take her this evening. There was no doubt your mother and sister had noticed your low mood as well. The both of them treading around you as if the slightest mistake would make you snap.

Currently the three of you were preparing dinner. Wrapping fish and herbs into the seaweed for your mother too cook later. Conversation flowing fluidly between the woman to your left as you worked in silence. Thoughts consuming your brain as your hands worked slowly. It seemed that all your thoughts reverted too him. It made you want to scream in frustration. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else Ao’nung dominated your mind. It was torture. No matter how many harsh facts you reminded yourself of, your heart still called his name. Fingers struggling too seal the seaweed together you slammed the food down on the mat. Hands running through your braids in frustration. Silence filled the Mauri, both woman looking too you with concerned eyes.

“How about we take a break.” Breaking the silence your mother spoke. Placing the food too the side. “How about a new style on Y/n? Your braids have been in for quite a while.” Kiri suggested. Nodding in agreement you accepted her suggestion silently. You knew your braids were fine, but braiding each others hair has always been a way for the woman in your family comfort each other. Occasionally getting the person too open up. Placing themselves behind you the two of them began too unbraid. Helping with the ones you could you attempted too unbraid the front.

Soon your mother’s humming filled the mauri. Immediately recognizing it as your song cord song you felt the tension leave your body. Water running through your now unbraided hair you allowed a tears too flow down your cheeks. No longer being able too hold in your emotions. A vulnerability usually only your family had the luxury of seeing. Continuing too prepare your hair no words were spoken, yet you were given the best comfort you could receive. Your mothers songs resonating in the mauri. Kiris soft touch as she combed out your hair. The gentle yet firm tugs at your hair as they corn rowed it back. A calming feeling filling your soul as the ocean waves could be heard in the background of it all.

Before you knew it Eclipse has fallen. Their hands leaving your scalp as they admired their work. The top of your hair corn rowed back, connecting at the top too your queue to make one huge braid. Your mother left one small braid in the front too shape your face. Admiring their work you couldn’t help but allow a smile too form on your lips. “You are beautiful daughter.” Watching your admire yourself Neytiri wore a soft smile. The two woman proud too have lightened up your mood. Walking into the mauri your brothers were the first to return, their eyes finding you with the mirror.

“Woah look who got a make over.” Announcing their presence Neteyam was the first to speak. “Woah you actully don’t look like shit.” Of course, Lo’ak had to make a backhanded joke. Hissing at her second oldest son Neytiri lightly hit the back of his head. You and kiri could only laugh at Lo’ak scolding. Although the young na’vi showed no remorse. Neteyam could only shake his head at his brother stupidly, a small smile appearing on his lips. A soft mood filled the space around you as you felt your heart lighten. Basking in the presence of your family. Your father was soon to join the rest of you strutting into the mauri. A series of greetings followed as your mother embraced her mate.

“Where is Tuk Ma’Jake?” Peering behind him your little sister presence was missing. The mood in your home slightly dampened as you all shot your father questioning looks. “We have been invited to eat with Tonowaris family. It was implied that only adults should come so Tuk is having a sleep over with her instructors daughter. ” Looking into each of his children eyes he spoke too the whole family. “Ao’nung invited me this evening. I hope none of you have caused any more trouble?” All responding in sync you quickly denied your fathers accusation. A visible sigh of relief left him as his worries seemed to lift off him. A slight guilt pierced your heart, knowing you had slightly lied. But, you did not intend to come clean about the conflict, especially after seeing your fathers relief. “Go put something nice on.” Glancing at Neteyam and Lo’ak Jake slight cringed. “Especially you two.”

Smiling sheepishly the two looked down at their dirty loincloths. It was obvious they had been rough housing throughout the day. Moving too the girl side of the Mauri your mother undid your woven separator. You quickly began too pick out an outfit that was suitable, subconsciously wanting to look your best. “Here sister, wear this.” Pulling you away from your thoughts you peered at the outfit Kiri held in front of you. A light gasp leaving your lips. It was a beautiful top. Small pearls covered every inch of the string. The chest having seashell hanging in the oval shaped gaps too cover your breast. Along side it was a white loincloth with pearl straps on the side connecting the two pieces. “Do you not think it is too much.” voice dripping with doubt you admire the outfit with awe. “Of course not put it on. I’ll wear what you picked out.” Pushing the outfit into your hands kiri snatched your outfit from behind you. Looking too your mother she only shot you an approving smile.

Neytiri knew why kiri wanted you too look your best, knowing the theory Kiri had built around yours and Ao’nungs relationship. The two had even spoke about how he was possible the cause for your saddened mood. “Come on girls we don’t have all night!” Jakes booming voice filled the mauri, impatiences prominent in his tone. A series of grunts was all he got in return as the three of you shuffled into your clothes. Finally Walking out of the mauri the crisp night air greeted your skin. With your nerves building the six of you began your walk too the chiefs mauri.

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Apon entering the mauri you were immediately greeted by Tonowari. The warm air of their home welcoming you in. Eyes wandering you took in your surroundings. There was set up of food around a small fire. All kinds of fruits, meats and beverages lined up perfectly. Ronal who seemed to be placing the last dish around the fire took her seat around the arrangement. Tsireya was already in a conversation with Lo’ak and Neteyam, her bubbly personality radiating from her very being, Mother and Kiri placed to the side of the Tsahík, and Ao’nung who seemed to be arranging something in the corner. Blood running hot you allowed your eyes too scan his crouched body. Admiring the sight you had not seen since the other night.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he turned your way. Ocean eyes scanning you from top too bottom as you had just done too him. Casting your gaze away you placed yourself next to your father, who was still conversing with Tonowari. Much too your displeasure, that seemed too be Ao’nungs next stop. The na’vi stood tall next to his father. Ao’nungs blue eyes peering down at the two of you. “Hello Jake Sully.” Turning his gaze too the young na’vi a friendly smile covered your fathers face. “Hello Ao’nung, thank you for inviting us here. I’m guessing for a special ocassion?” Following your fathers gaze you looked too the direction the na’vi had come from. Looking at the assortment it was clear no ordinary na’vi could have put this together. There were fish bones, Jewerly, necklaces, spices, furniture, and even meat! Which was extremely rare in the Metkayina clan as they usually only ate aquatic life.

Mouth slightly agape you couldn’t help but stare at the pile, your shock displayed on your expression. “Yes,, you could say that.” A light smile played at Ao’nungs lips as he responded, eyes glued too you. Feeling his stare you tore your eyes from the corner. “Oh yes, thank you for inviting us.” Eyes only meeting his for a second you couldn’t help but tear your gaze away. After the last meeting it was simply too embarrassing, your assumed rejection fresh. “Of course. You are beautiful tonight Y/n.” Eyes widening you look up too the na’vi. A dark hue casting over your face as you pierced your lips together. Looking too the ground you went back too avoiding his gaze, feeling like an idiot for reacting. Of course he still wanted to play with your feeling.

“Well why don’t we eat!” Tonowaris voice boomed through out the mauri, indirectly telling his guests too sit. Getting the message you all gathered around. You sitting next to your father with Tsireya too your left. Of course the na’vi in front of you had too be Ao’nung. Eyes casted down you avoided his eyes, feeling your stomach sink. If it was possible you felt as if his gaze would have burned through you. Your appetite lessening bye the second. “I am sorry we must excuse your youngest today. It is just we did not need her approval for our discussion tonight.” Ronald voice was the first too speak. Her blue eyes casted on your father. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion he met her icy orbs. “Approval for what exactly?” Motioning her hands too Ao’nung all eyes shifted too the na’vi. He sat confidently as he looked at your father. A determination on his face you had not seen before. Inhaling slightly the na’vi spoke words you never expect too hear.

“I seek the family’s approval too court Y/n”

a/n: Sorry if this is not up too your expectations. Tbh I wasn’t expecting my 1st one too get sm attention but im so grateful 😭🙏🏽. I will fr take any writing advice too improve.

tags: @yeosxxx @atwow69 @misscaller06 @lynbubble @heart-an0n @jarofer @lovethefruitman @elegantkidfansoul @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @neteyamssbaby

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PAC: How to Improve Your Relationship With Your Mother Figure

Hello beautiful people. Today is Mother’s Day and I want to wish all of the mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day. Whether your mother is alive, dead or far away, I want to dedicate this reading to those who wish to have better relationships with their mothers. You don’t have to have a strained relationship with your mother to relate to this topic. You could simply just want to keep the bond that you have already. And lastly, I want to dedicate this Mother’s Day to the mothers in Haiti, Congo, Palestine, Sudan, Tigray and unfortunately many more. If you have any crowdfunding links that need to be boosted/donated to regarding mothers/families in these countries, please do not hesitate to direct me to them. Without further ado, please select the photo that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (Pile 1-6)

Pile One: I feel like this pile has a close relationship with their mother overall. You seem to be at peace with where you are with her, but things could get even better. I feel like something that could help you and your mother get along even more is helping her around the house. She likes for the floors to be swept and mopped, towels to be folded, dishes to be washed. Your mother may be a neat freak but it’s nothing that can’t be taken care of. I also feel like buying your mother things that she would use on a daily basis could be something that improves your relationship. For example, if your mother really likes makeup, get her a lip gloss set. If she likes flowers, buy her a vase and some flowers so that she can smell the roses. It’s the thought that counts. And lastly, I feel like making your mom look good is going to improve your relationship. Not only does being a good representation of her name make her look good, but actually adding onto her beauty will strengthen your relationship. If you’re into makeup, do your mom’s makeup. If you’re into hair, do her hair. If she wants a new pair of shoes, get her that pair of shoes. This is only if you’re able to though. Don’t break the bank trying to please your mama. 

If your mother is not here on this Earth, then please go all out with her grave. She wants you to decorate her grave/headstone with flowers. Clean the headstone. Wear her necklaces, bracelets and adornments. She wants you to talk about her highly. She wants you to not forget where you came from. You are wise and positive, so please continue to do what you do. Just because she is gone does not mean anything should change. She wants you to listen to your gut. If you have a little sibling, please don’t let them do anything stupid even though they can be prideful. I feel like she’s very big on morals and discipline so don’t think she isn’t clocking you from the afterlife because she is. Lastly, please speak of yourself highly. You have half of her genes and she does not appreciate it when you disrespect the physical features that you two share. Have some respect for those who have come before you. 

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, Justice, The Star, 6 of Wands, The Magician, Ace of Discs.

extras: joanne the scammer. 2016 era of youtube. mother-daughter days. only child. donuts.

Pile Two: I feel like you all have a tumultuous relationship with your mother. It feels like you’re a rebel and you do not like to follow the rules. You and your mother could never see eye-to-eye once you turned a certain age. Perhaps, it was around age 12? I feel like you and your mother need to consider counseling. It would help a lot to have a mediator with the two of you. This energy is like an episode of Maury or Steve Wilkos. I think that you may be LGBTQ+ as well. Your mother may not completely accept this part of you. Now usually, I am against the whole “They’re from a different time stance” but your mom feels out of reach to you. I am literally seeing two people on opposite sides of a grassy land. One person is reaching for the other but the other person is minding their business. She wants to understand you but her bossiness can get in the way. I say to just be patient with her. I feel like one thing that you can do is invite her to a place that you frequent often for fun just so she can get a taste of what you do everyday. I am channeling this movie called ‘The Aggressives’. One of the mascs’ mother was so convinced that she would end up with a man but that obviously wasn’t the case. By the end, she just ended up accepting her daughter for who she is. You two are definitely on opposite sides of the spectrum. I feel like another thing that you could do is play video games with her, which is weird? This can help build teamwork amongst you two, thus forming a better bond in the end. 

If your mother is deceased, I feel like you should be taking more risks. Stop giving a fuck about the rules and just live your life. There is nothing wrong with changing up your routine. Your mother could have been a rebel or even someone who led a revolution. Your mother wants you to walk away from what you once knew. Deep inside, you are someone who is capable of making great changes just as she did. I feel like your mother just wants you to embrace the inner youth inside of you. You’re too rigid. It’s affecting the way that you live. You have too much couth. It’s okay to play and let loose a little bit. She will still love you just the same as she did when she was alive if you change. Overall, embrace change babe! Dye your hair a different color. Take a spontaneous trip. Go to that concert. Please just do something! Get out of freeze mode!

Cards Used: The Fool, 6 of Swords, The Hermit (RX), 5 of Swords, Queen of Swords, 7 of Discs, Wheel of Fortune, The Hierophant (RX).

extras:  minor headaches. igor (2019). odd future fan. beast. the bear (2022). absent father.

Pile Three: I feel like you have this certain image of your mother in your head. You think that she is perfect but she is not, my dear. There are certain things that she has been through/experienced that she hasn’t even told you about. You do not know her the way you think you do. She has stories for days. She is not an angel. I feel like you need to get to know your mother. She is an interesting character. Ask her about her life story. Ask her about the experiences that have shaped her into the woman that she is today. You need to take her off of the pedestal that you have put her on. Take a step into reality, boo. I think that doing stuff like going out by the water or going fishing will help you guys bond to understand each other better. Yes, she used to change your diapers but if someone walked up to you and asked what your mother figure’s favorite color was, would you be able to answer it? It’s time to change that. I feel like traveling with your mother, whether it’s a road trip or by plane will help as well. I am channeling the movie Tammy (2014) with Melissa McCarthy. I recommend you watch this movie. Don’t underestimate your mother anymore!

If your mother is deceased, I feel like she wants you to know that she looks back on memories between the two of you fondly. I think she may have passed when you were too young to remember or it was before you hit puberty. You should ask the people who knew her best about what she was like, how she felt about motherhood, how she felt about you, etc. She does not regret anything in her lifetime. That says a lot about how she lived her life. If you have access to these, find any diaries, photos, old clothes, etc and put them in a place where no one can find them. If you find some old clothes, wear them and don’t let anyone else do that. Your mother wants you to be on the straight and narrow path though. Even though you may not know her like the back of your hand, she’s been watching you grow into the person that you are today from a place that you cannot see. But she will not judge if you stray away from this path, she understands what it’s like to be young and dumb. Overall, your mother just wants what is best for you.

Cards Used: 6 of Swords, Temperance, 3 of Wands, 7 of Swords (RX), King of Cups.

extras: beaver. morehouse college. air out your grievances. gummy bear song. sepia filter.

Pile Four: Stop hanging out with your significant other so much! You need to learn how to balance between familial obligations and romantic obligations. I feel like this is really the only thing that is getting in between you and your mother’s relationship. I feel like this pile listens to Jhene Aiko a lot. I am channeling Never Call Me. I think your mom would show up to your s/o’s house unannounced with a bunch of people behind her if you don’t keep in contact with her regularly. She does not play about you at all. It’s not really an overbearing thing. I think she just doesn’t want you to go down the path that she went down with your father. So speak up or face the consequences, love. I also think that you should hear her out when it comes to certain advice especially if it has something to do with a car. Maybe you let your s/o borrow your car too much or you let your car battery almost die or something? In this case, mother knows best. She’s not a chip on your shoulder. Just listen!

If your mother is deceased, I feel like she may have died around the same time as your father figure. She also could have died at the same time as your father figure. Your father could have been the reason she died. She wants you to be independent. Learn how to change your own tires. Take up some gym classes/self-defense classes. Don’t be willfully clueless. She also wants you to not be anyone’s ride or die. This may be the reason why she passed away. I feel like you’ve heard countless versions of how your mother chose to live her life, it isn’t completely true. Don’t believe the hype. One day, you will come across the full story. Definitely be single until you are ready to marry. Your mother could have been rushed to marry. She does not want to see you get taken advantage of like she was. Don’t hesitate to dedicate an altar to her. She wants to talk to you. She may have even popped up in your dreams before. 

Cards Used: 6 of Discs (RX), Ace of Swords, 2 of Wands, The High Priestess, The Devil, Two of Cups, Queen of Wands.

extras: gang culture. setup. grooming. pirates. shoddy apartment. purple bandana.

Pile Five: Have you ever considered getting plastic surgery so that you would look different from your mother? I am specifically getting an eyelift, nose job, butt implants, etc. I am channeling the energy of Blac Chyna and Tokyo Toni. I think that you and your mom have a toxic relationship. One day you’re good. The next day you’re fighting to be heard by her. You two could have physically fought before. What I am hearing is “Everyone has a story”. I feel like your guides want you to take into consideration her backstory. Get a little psychological here. Why does she act the way that she acts? Was she abandoned as a child? How does this play into how she treats you now? I am seeing a therapist writing in their notebook as we speak. I feel like she operates out of a lack mindset and you have outgrown that. I think that there was some type of falling out between her and your father figure. Maybe she was the side chick? Maybe she was taken advantage of at a young age? Maybe it was both. Honestly, this pile is very different from the others. You are being asked to pour into yourself. You need to put your foot down and let her know that you will be choosing the higher road. She will respect you more if you do that. I also think that you just simply need to start taking more time for yourself. You do not exist to be your mother’s punching bag. You are a human being. This pile is very different. You need to protect your peace babe.

If your mother is deceased, I feel like you guys could have argued before she died. I think that she was warning you about a particular behavior. Maybe she was telling you not to follow in your father’s footsteps and you chose not to listen. Maybe you snuck off somewhere you weren’t supposed to? Your mother did not want to control you. She just had some feelings about the choices you were making. But you make the bed that you lay in so there’s nothing that she could have done about it. I feel like you need to forgive yourself. Free yourself of the burden of your mother’s death. You cannot control fate. You need to learn how to accept certain circumstances for what they are. You can change the present moment and make things right today! It’s all about what you choose to do. No matter what though, your mother still has love for you. She forgave you a long time ago, almost as soon as she transitioned. It’s time for you to make peace with yourself, love. Take control of your future and accountability for your actions (or lack thereof). 

Cards Used: The Emperor, 9 of Cups, Prince of Discs, The Moon, 5 of Wands, Ace of Cups, 7 of Swords, Judgment, The High Priestess. 

extras:  living vicariously. narcissist. getting high. sobbing uncontrollably. asthma attack. ambush.

Pile Six: You are not a child anymore, Pile Six. Your mother is willing to talk to you about uncomfortable topics now. You’re an adult. Treat yourself as such. I think that drinking wine with your mother and having a conversation will help you guys get along better. Day drinking, wine tasting, etc will help you guys bond in a more mature way. I feel like you and your mom could be friends if you were not mother and child. You have to see the world through an adult’s eyes now. I feel like gossiping with your mom can be beneficial for your relationship, especially if it’s about old family tea. You can be in the know now, lol. I also think that paying for dinner/lunch could be a great way to prove your maturity. Honestly, your mom just wants you to grow up. You’re there but not quite. Be the butterfly that you’re meant to be. Lowkey, you might want to start saving to move out. She’s not going to kick you out or anything but you’re going to start feeling differently about the environment that you’re in. 

If your mother is deceased, please keep her updated on the latest family/friend drama lol. I feel like your mother may have had a boyfriend before she passed. I don’t know if he moved on or not but she approves of the lady he’s with now. Your mother could have had problems with conceiving/conceived at a young age. This plays into why she treated you like gold. You guys could have acted more like siblings rather than mother and child. It’s also possible that your mother could have passed at a young age (you could actually be older than your mother right now). Whatever the case may be, I feel like she wants you to finish the path that she was set to be on. Continue to honor her legacy. She could have been on the way to pursuing a degree, you should do the same but actually complete the journey. I am channeling the energy of Whitney Houston. Your mother is very animated to be honest. She wants you to embrace that energy/side of yourself. It’s in you, lol. And lastly, don’t try to hide being your mother’s child. You don’t have to be exactly like her but you are her partially. You are your own person but you just so happen to take after her mannerisms, looks, etc lol. There is nothing wrong with that. Don’t fight it. 

Cards Used: Queen of Discs, The Sun, 6 of Cups (RX), Princess of Discs (RX), 3 of Cups, The Lovers.

extras:  esperanza/hope. j. cole. popeye spinach. t-boz. slow jamz. 2004-2005. senior in college.

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✧ 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒

paring: neteyam x metkayina!fem!reader

warnings: nothing, reader is tsireya’s sister, fluff

a/n: rip blud, love u gng (ಡ‸ಡ)

summary: neteyam finds you making jewelry, and asks to join you.

definitions: lor - beautiful | irayo - thank you

you sit inside your mauri pod, weaving in shells through the band of your bracelet. you had just finished collecting washed up shells and decided to make them useful. you would find yourself hiding away in your mauri pod rather that socializing with others, especially the sully’s. your father had to beg you to come out to greet them the first time they had arrived. although your sister was eager to show them around the village, you were more distracted by the oldest son in the family — neteyam. he’s a warrior, according to tsireya. you were immediately impressed once you had heard that. tsireya had more interest in lo’ak though, the rebellious teenage boy. even though lo’ak was just as equally nice to you, you only had your eye on his brother.

you continue sewing in silence, the light clink of the shells echoed throughout the mauri. as soon as you reach for another shell, you hear somebody clear their throat. you quickly look up, laying your unfinished bracelet in your lap. neteyam stood in front of you, arms crossed. “what are you doing?” he asks. you freeze up, thinking of a response — but you can’t. he stands there before taking a step closer to you. “can i join you?” he says, pointing to the bowl full of shells. you hesitantly nod, scooting over to make room. he smiles, sitting down next to you. he picks up three pieces of twine, choosing a few different selections of iridescent shells in a variety of shapes and colors. you look over at him, watching as he braids the shells in a pattern with the twine.

you’re surprised with his skill. “you’re very good,” you mumble, continuing to work on your bracelet. he looks up, scoffing a bit. “no, not as good as you.” you jerk your head up, confused how he would know that your any better than he is. “how would you know i’m any good?” you ask. he grins, “everything you wear — you make all of it, yes?” he says, looking down at your outfit. you feel yourself getting hot, you wonder if it’s from the warm breeze, or if it’s from your nerves. you nod in response to his question. “then that is how i know you are better than me, everything you wear is lor.” you can’t help but smile, looking down at your lap. “irayo,” you murmured.

you both continued to get back to work, just enjoying each others company in silence. “what do you think of lo’ak?” neteyam asks, “what?” you question, “do you like him?” he says without looking up. you think he’s joking, so you start laughing. he pauses, looking back up at you. when you realize he’s serious, you throw a hand over your mouth. “no, tsireya’s the one that likes him.” he gives you a look of amusement, nodding before he continues braiding the twine. you keep twisting your bracelet around, the thin blanket of tension settling between the two of you. you hesitate before you speak up again. “why do you ask?”

he shrugs, shaking his head. “it just seemed like you liked him,” he responded. you roll your head back, smiling as if he was playing a joke on you. “please, my standards are higher than that. no offense.” neteyam laughs, settling his arm on his knee. “so who do you like?” when you look over at him, he’s looking at you as if he knows what you’re gonna say. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you until you look away. “no one, just this, uhm.” your voice nervously shakes, “just this boy.” he tilts his head, a smirk on his face. “and that’s all you’re going to tell me?” he laughs. “how about you describe him to me and i’ll try to guess who it is in the village.” you turn your head, pursing your lips. “you know every boys name in this village, already?” he nods in enthusiasm. “of course i do.”

you hum, thinking of a way to describe him. “well, he’s…” you trail off, “he’s this strong war- uh,” you stammer. neteyam cocks his head to the side. “he’s tall, just a tinsy bit older than me, he’s incredible at hunting, he has amazing braided hair, and these gorgeous piercing eyes.” you glance over at him - his lips are parted, squinting at you slightly. “you know, it just sounds like you’re describing your dream man.” you laugh, “i am, and he’s real — i assure you.” he nods sarcastically. he goes back to his woven piece, “do i know him?” he persisted. the tone of his voice sounded more threatened. you hum in agreement, smirking at his expression. his lips are drawn into a slight frown, as he bites the inside of his mouth.

neteyam stops asking questions for a while, mainly just focusing on finishing his piece. you slowly lose track of time, noticing that it’s slowly getting darker out. “oh, neteyam you need to go before my parents find you here with me.” you quickly stand up, clearing the ground area out. neteyam stands up with you, grabbing your arm. “hold on,” he says. he slowly pulls you back down to sit next to him. you seat yourself between his legs, feeling your back pushed up against his chest. goosebumps line your skin as his fingers trail through your hair. he lightly pulls out a piece of your hair, taking his woven accessory and braiding it back in. you hold your breathe, nervously tapping the surface of your skin. he ties off the end of your braid, backing up to look at you.

his eyes crinkled with his smile. he extends his hand out to you, and you accept it. he leads you towards the shore of the reef, pointing to the reflective water. you lean over, looking at your reflection. the side of your head glowed with the slight ripple of the ocean. you finally realize what neteyam had been making the whole time. it was a hair piece for you. “you’re beautiful,” neteyam utters. you turn to look at him, eyes wide. he looks at you in awe, not glancing away. “you’re amazing, y/n.” your breath hitches as you step closer to him. you feel the warmth radiating off his body. you part your lips, kissing him softly. he reciprocates, pulling you closer by your waist. you smile into the kiss, giggling as he he pulls away. he stares at you in adoration, a pleased expression on his face.

“i guess i’m your dream guy, huh?”

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folklore: the 1 ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist

summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, smut, penetration, p in v, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

word count: 4,258

yawne (n) - beloved ; oel ngati kameie - i see you

sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother

‘ite (n) - daughter ; ‘itan (n) - son

comments: i love this chapter so bad, i did cry like several times lmao but she's so special to me >:( i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do, minors dni!!! okay byeeee mwahhhh ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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- pandora, awa’tula, 2169 -

The kids instantly picked up on the awkward tension that surrounded their parents. It had been weeks since the celebration of the Tulkun arriving, weeks since their parents were carefully treading around each other. Neteyam watched as you picked up around the mauri, paying no mind to Jake as you busied yourself with chores. Jake on the other hand was watching your every move, almost silently begging you to turn and look at him.

It caused an uncomfortable feeling to nestle into Neteyam’s chest as he saw the flicker of sadness swim in his fathers eyes. Truth be told, he had always known something was off, what was wrong about your union he did not know but it was palpable even now. Tuk was trailing behind you, talking excitedly about how she caught several fish that day and all the kids could tell you were not paying attention to the small girl, something that was so unlike you.

Tuk whined, “Sa’nok, you are not listening to me.”

“Yes I am, ‘ite.”

Tuk crossed her arms across her chest, angry tears welling in her eyes as you continued with your task, “Sempul pays attention to me.”

Your back went rigid, you weren't sure why the small girl's words hurt you so deeply, but they did. It might have been all the pent up feelings that were consuming you, you felt that you were being dramatic but you could not help it. Your ears pinned against your head and your eyes were flooded with tears. Tuk had never talked to you that way, none of the kids had.

They had never made you feel like what you were doing wasn't enough, but ugly thoughts swirled your mind that maybe you weren't. Maybe you had never been doing enough, insecurity after insecurity rising to the surface as your hands trembled, “M’sorry Tuk.”

Everyone noticed the wobble of your voice, Lo’ak stood rapidly making quick steps to get to you, “Sa’nok, what is wrong?”

“Nothing Lo’ak, finish your chores so you can head to bed.” You forced a smile onto your face and patted his arm. He scanned over your face and it was as if Lo’ak was seeing you for the first time. Eyes welled with tears, a smile that never reached your eyes. His eyes shifted to his father, something similar to guilt etched into every crevice of his face and it caused a deep anger to bubble in his stomach. He just knew this was his father’s doing. “What did you do?”

Jake’s ears pinned back at the accusatory question, eyes widening at the anger that dripped from his younger sons voice, “Lo’ak-”

Fear settled into you as you noticed how angry Lo’ak was, and despite the scoldings and frustrations he had with Jake, he never spoke to him that way, “Your father has done nothing wrong. Please-just let it go.”

“No! You both-God you both have always been so strange with each other! We all feel it, and it is only getting worse the years that go on.”

Jake had never felt worse, not only had he been hurting you but as well as his kids. He watched Neteyam shift uncomfortably on his feet, Kiri was picking at spare pieces of fabric and Tuk’s head was dipped low, ears tightly pinned to her head and he could tell the small girl was crying.

“With the exception of Tuk, none of us are small children and I for one want an explanation.”

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop, neither you or Jake willing to speak up. Kiri cleared her throat, “There are rumors going around. That you are not really mated.”

You felt like you could not breath, something thick and rough curling around your throat.

Lo’ak turned to look at his sister, “What are you talking about, Kiri? That makes no sense.”

The silence was deafening, both Neteyam and Lo’ak were waiting for the both of you to protest, but it never came. Tears leaked from your eyes and Jake stood there stunned. All the air from his lungs was sucked out of him, he never thought this was going to happen. “Sa’nok tell Kiri she is wrong.”

There was another stretch of silence and Lo’ak’s anger faded into deep melancholy, he felt lied to, betrayed as none of you corrected her. “Fuck this!”

“Lo’ak!”

Jake gripped at his youngest son’s arm, he wanted to apologize to him. To all of you, Neteyam shoved at Jake’s arm, pulling his brother to him. “You have both lied to us.”

He turned to look at you, angry tears streaming down his face, “Was any of it real? Do you even care for us as you say you do?”

“Of course, ‘itan!” You were trying so hard not to cry, his words were harsh, accusatory. “I love you all so much, none of it was fake.”

“Except you two being mate’s? That seems like a pretty big thing to lie about.”

“It was not your Sa’nok’s fault.”

Everyone's eyes jumped to Jake, he looked so unlike himself. Unsure, scared. “When she and I-'' He didn't even know what to say. Lost for words as his mind raced a million miles a second.

Your voice was raw, thick with tears, “Tsaheylu is very important, when you mate with someone it is for life. Your father and I-we did not wish for our union with each other. Neytiri was like my sister, your father and your mother loved each other and we did not. It would not have been fair to force that upon each other.”

Your response was diplomatic, clean and simple. But you were not being truthful, Jake was not sure he could love you more. You were sparing him, how mean he was to you all for the sake of the kids. “That has changed though.”

Your eyes locked onto Jake’s, pleading with him to stop talking. “I love your Sa’nok, I have for so long but I was scared.”

He was speaking out loud, for everyone to hear but his words were meant for your heart to feel. “I was a skxawng and I let so many years pass by, and I am reaping those consequences now.”

There was another beat of silence and you felt like you were suffocating in your home, anger, sadness, so many harsh feelings being exchanged between all six of you and it was too much, “I need some fresh air.”

Everyone began to protest, but you didn't listen. Walking quickly out of the mauri and Kiri was quickly following behind you. “Kiri-give her sometime.”

“I am going to make sure my mom is okay, something you have failed to do all these years.”

Jake’s words dried up, head hanging low out of pure guilt.

Kiri found you quickly, you did not stray far from your mauri but even in the darkness of the beach she could see you were crying. Your body was shaking as she sank down beside you. You had spent years caring for everyone but no one cared for you. Kiri’s head rested on your shoulder, her own tears falling from her eyes. She has always been so observant, she was not sure how she missed your sadness. Guilt settled into her chest as she realized how much you had given up for them. “Sa’nok, why did you do it? We took so much from you.”

After a few moments you calmed yourself, wrapping the young girl into your hold as you tried to soothe her, even now in your own despair you tried making her feel better. “I knew what I signed up for, sweet girl. I loved your Ma’ so much, and I know if the roles were reversed she would have done the same for me with no hesitation.”

You sniffled quietly, “You have all given me so much, you all made me a mother and despite Jake and I not being mated before Eywa, I have always been happy. You make me happy, Tuk, Lo’ak and Neteyam. I would go through this all over again if it meant none of you ever felt alone.”

“You deserve so much more.”

Your eyes watered at her words, blinking the tears away as you both found comfort in each other's presence.

Jake felt like his throat was on fire, watching his oldest daughter leave behind you and his two son’s pace the mauri. “I’m sorry.”

No one commented on his apology, Tuk making her way to Lo’ak as she felt his frustrations. She was trying to calm him down, “You need to fix this.”

Lo’ak’s hands were pointing wildly at Jake, “You need to make it right between the two of you or let Ma’Sa’nok go.”

Neteyam nodded his head, agreeing with his younger brother. “It is not fair to her, Sir.”

Jake’s eyes widened at the words from his sons, how could they even suggest that? “You would let her go? You would let her leave us?”

Tuk cried against Lo’ak, hiding behind his back. “If it meant she was finally happy, then yes.”

Jake shook his head, desperation consuming his heart. He needed to find you, he needed to start patching up all the damage he had done. “I-I need to find her.”

He was practically stumbling over his own two feet as he made his way outside, looking for any signs of you and his eldest daughter. He walked along the beach, eyes blurry with tears. He made out the shape of the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms and speaking quietly.

His ears picked up on the words exchanged between the two of you, “Do you love him, ma?”

You sighed quietly, “I do.”

Jake’s heart was pounding against his chest, “Do you believe that he loves you?”

You were quiet, unsure of what to say and Jake wanted to scream. Yes! Of course he does! “I-I do not know, ‘Ite. He says he does, but I am scared.”

Kiri nodded against your shoulder, “I do not know if I can give what is left of my heart to him.”

Jake’s ears pinned back roughly, your words were so hard for him to stomach. He cleared his throat since none of you had heard him. Your back tensed and Kiri turned to look at him. Her eyes were filled with trepidation as he approached the two of you. “I need to speak with your Sa’nok.”

Kiri turned back to look at you, silently asking you if it was okay. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “Go ‘ite. Make sure your siblings are okay.”

She hugged you, arms wrapping around you so tightly it was hard to breathe. “No matter what, you will always be my mom.”

Your lips trembled as you pulled her in tighter, “I am not leaving, ‘ite.”

She nodded her head, pulling away from you and walking back to the mauri. Jake sank down in the sand beside you, watching you closely but you refused to look at him. He cleared his throat as he turned from you to look towards the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore eased the ache in his heart a bit. “I have never been good at expressing what I feel-”

He sighed through his nose, “The fear that I have of losing the kids-It causes me to be harsh, and scold. But it is out of fear I will be too late to help them.”

Your ears twitched at his words, pulling your knees towards your chest as you remained silent, “I was scared of loving you. So I set up barriers from the beginning and refused to open myself up to you. It was easier that way.”

Jake swallowed roughly, a lump forming at his throat, “But then I just-it was like I finally woke up and all I saw was you.”

Tears pooled at his eyes as you turned to him, “You took up so much of my mind, of my heart and it scared me. For so many reasons, I was scared you didn't feel the same way for me, I was scared of losing you. And to be frank, I felt so much guilt. I felt like I was betraying Neytiri.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him, he was unable to reach your eyes. He didn’t think he could get the words out if he looked at you, scared of what he would see. “When everything happened with Tsu’ltan something switched inside of me. Yes-I can admit that my actions were flawed but I have wanted you for long and my actions were driven by fear but I do care for you. Everything I told you that night still stands strong, I see you.”

He finally turned to look at you, and he knew. He saw it in the way you looked at him that you finally understood him. Understood his actions and why he did what he did. “I am scared you will change your mind. That you will regret it after it happens.”

Jake shook his head and reached for your hand, tangling his fingers with yours and he pressed a kiss to your hand. “I will do whatever it takes to get you to see how much I mean this.”

Your heart thumped hard against your chest, tail swishing behind you. He was so earnest, no falsehood behind his eyes and you believed him. You didn't even have to say it. Jake was up swiftly, pulling you with him. Neither of you said anything, just hands tangled with one another, and pressed tightly as you walked through the forest. Jake could not stop the giddiness that settled into his chest to feel you so close to him. He made his way deep into the forest, clicking his tongue to call for his Ikran. “Where are we going?”

“Just want us to be alone together for a while.”

Bob appeared in front of the two of you moments later, nuzzling his head against Jake’s chest. Jake let your hand drop before he mounted his Ikran, extending his hand towards you to take.

When you settled comfortably behind him, Jake’s hand gripped at the back of your thigh. He kept you close to him as he silently instructed Bob to take flight.

You spent hours flying, Jake told you stories of his life before making it to Pandora, and you confided in him how much your life changed after Zewlay was taken from you. It was beautiful, it felt like the two of you were the only people that existed in the whole world.

When you landed you felt dizzy, out of pure happiness, euphoria settled into every crevice of your body. A quiet laugh left your throat as Jake patted Bob’s head, an annoyed huff left the animal as he flew away.

A comforting silence fell before the two of you, and you shifted between your feet. All you wanted now was to feel him near you, on any part of you and before doubt could settle into you, you leaned up to him to press a soft kiss to his lips. Jake’s tail thumped behind him at the feeling, one hand cupping your face to bring you closer. Your lips parted for him and his tongue slowly tangled with yours, fighting against each other as his other hand gripped at your waist, pulling you closer. He pulled away from you, forehead pressing against your own as he took a deep breath, “We don’t have to do anything today, Yawne. We can take our time.”

You shook your head no, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in again, “I have waited so many years, Jake. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Your lips pressed against his, hard and passionate, almost bruisingly and Jake felt your desperation. He felt it too. Without his lips breaking from yours he sank down, pulling you with him and trying to remove any space from each other. He leaned back and pulled you onto his

lap, his legs extended outward and your thighs straddled his waist. You instinctively pressed down onto him, rolling your hips up and a quiet moan left your mouth.

Jake’s hands fell to your hips, helping you rock your hips onto his hardening cock. Jake mumbled against your lips, “Oel ngati kameie.”

You clenched around nothing, rutting your hips harder as you kissed along his jaw, “Oel ngati kameie, Jake.”

He let out a watery laugh, tears pooling at his eyes once more as he heard the words fall from your lips. His hips thrusted upward and another moan fell from your lips, grinding down harder. Jake pressed you against him harder, gripping at the back of your thigh, “Gonna turn us around, Yawne.”

A small laugh left your throat as your back hit the ground, “Ow!”

His head dipped down to press kisses against your chest, moving your chest piece to suck gently on your skin. He left small bruises from his lips all along your chest, marking you as his and it caused your thighs to clench together. Tension settling high between your legs. “Jake, want you inside.”

You were pouting softly, biting down on your lips as he parted your legs. He pulled his own loin cloth off, your eyes widening at the sheer size. “S’big.”

Your cheeks colored as Jake laughed, his hands massaging your hips before he began to untie the material. “Well go slow, yeah?”

You nodded your head, excitement settling at the bottom of your stomach as Jake gripped your thighs, pulling you to him. His fingers carefully pressed against your clit, a small hiss left your lips out of pure sensitivity. His fingers rubbed small shapes into your mound, pressing down every few seconds and you felt yourself clench against nothing. Your desire became more evident with how easy it was for him to slip a long finger into your entrance. Your hips bucked slightly, clenching at the intrusion. His thrust was soft, gentle as he eased you up, the tension leaving your body the more he continued his movements. Jake was so grateful you were so far away from the beach, it was just the two of you and he could soak up all the noises that left your mouth.

When he felt you were ready he eased a second finger into you, his pace increasing. His eyes were stuck to where his fingers were, amazed by how you just sucked him in. His cock was hard, tail swishing with excitement. You whined his name, hips stuttering and he could tell you were close, you clenched around his fingers with every thrust. “Jake-stop.”

His fingers stilled inside you, eyes filling with concern as he watched your chest heave roughly. “What’s wrong?”

Your hands covered your face, clenching lightly against his fingers that were still inside of you. Your whole body colored in embarrassment, the words barely leaving your mouth. You mumbled something that Jake could not understand, his ears twitched. “Hmm?”

“Oh Eywa-I said I don't wanna come yet. Wanna do it with you.”

Jake’s tail thumped harshly, you were still covering your face. “Wanna see you, baby.”

Your hands slowly fell from your face, your cheeks were flushed and a small smile littered your features. Jake parted your legs even more, inching his hips closer to yours. He grabbed at the base of his cock, pumping a few times before letting the heavy muscle rest against your slit.

One hand gently gripped at your hip, while the other lightly pressed himself closer to you, your hips swiveled instinctively as he thrusted gently, using your slick to coat the underside of his cock. He thrusted the head lightly into your clit and your hips bucked, whimpering quietly at the sensation. Jake’s ears pinned back, you were so warm, and so wet and it was all for him.

His fangs dug into his bottom lip, relishing in the feeling as he repeated the motion a few more times. His cock-head caught with your entrance, and your breath hitched. Jake was watching your face, making sure it wasn’t too much for you. “M’ready.”

The hand that was on your hip moved to tangle over your own, lightly towering over you as he slowly sank in. You clenched around his cock as he eased his way in, your hips were squirming slightly, only stopping until he bottomed out. His hips keep yours in place, pinning them against the ground.

He gently maneuvered one of your legs to wrap around his waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You felt so full, tears pinched at your eyes. You had longed to be so close to him for so long, and now that you had him you were so overwhelmed. So happy to feel just as wanted, just as needed. You were not aware you were crying until Jake untangled his hand with yours and gently wiped at your tears, “Why are you crying?”

His voice was filled with concern as you sniffled gently, “Happy tears.”

Jake’s face eased up, a smile littering his features as he straightened out, wrapping his arms around your back to lift your hips. He pulled his hips back, thrusting into you gently and your whole body shook with his thrust.

His pace remained soft for a while, enjoying how your body relaxed against him. He gave a particularly hard thrust and a lewd moan left your parted lips, his cock twitched inside of you at the sound. His hips snapping with each thrust and you reached for him, trying to feel all of him. He understood what you wanted, letting his weight fall over your body as his face nuzzled into your neck. Moans leaving his lips as your fingers tangled with his. His pace increased as you clenched around him, nipping and sucking softly at your neck as you cried out his name.

“Love you so much.”

A quiet sob of pleasure ripped from your throat, wrapping both legs around his back as he pushed in and out, hips snapping roughly into yours. Everything was so perfect.

You felt so much tension building up in the pit of your stomach, Jake removing his face from your neck to let his lips fall onto yours. Kissing you with so much intention, like he was trying to pour all his love for you into the kiss.

His hips never stopped, pushing you so close to your release and your name fell from his lips as he told you how good you were doing, how you were made just for him.

“Wanna be on top, Ma’Jake.”

His hips stuttered, moaning quietly as he gently slipped out of you. You clenched around nothing, missing the feeling of him being inside of you. Jake sat on the floor, legs extended and ready for you to do what you wish with him.

Your legs straddled his own, gently gripping at the base of his cock as you sank down. He was even deeper than before, a small bulge protruding at your lower stomach. Jake’s finger slightly traced over the dent his cock was creating in your abdomen. “So pretty.”

You clenched around him, lifting your hips to slam back down onto his cock. With one hand on your hip, Jake helped guide you onto him. You breast bounced in front of him, body flushed a darker color and mouth parted as you chanted his name. With his free hand he reached behind him, bringing his thickest braid to you. Your bounces halted, you lazily grinded your hips into his.

Jake saw the small flicker of insecurity glaze your eyes, but you reached for your own braid.

You both inched your queues closer to one another, pink tendrils fizzing lightly at the close proximity. Once they were near enough they tangled together. Your body slumped against Jake’s slightly and a quiet sob left his mouth. He felt it all, all your sadness, your pleasure, everything. All of you consumed every last crevice of his body, his mind and heart, his very being was completely made up of you.

You pressed a kiss against his shoulder, tears falling from your eyes out of pure euphoria. This is what you had been longing for all your life and it was finally yours.

Jake’s hands wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest deeper into his. His arousal intensified ten fold because he felt your own run through him. His hips began to piston themselves into you. He was so snug inside of you, warm and wet and you sobbed out in pleasure. “I’m so close, Ma’Jake!”

“Me too, baby-fuck!”

Your lips pressed against his, it was messy, tongues fighting against each other as you swallowed each other's moans. The coil in your tummy finally snapped, cumming so hard around him, “Gonna come baby, let me do it inside of you.”

You nodded your head, orgasm being prolonged as his hips sloppy crashed against yours. You roughly met his thrust, clenching tightly at the overstimulation and that caused Jake to release into you. His moans were loud, whispering how much he loves you as he comes down from his high.

You slowly removed yourself from him, shivering at the sensation of no longer being so full. He wrapped his arms around you, patting your hair soothingly as you relaxed into him. “I love you.”

Your face grew hot, nuzzling deeper into his chest, “I love you too.”

[lvrcpid]

love / paranoia.

tonowari watched what was unraveling in front of him. scared you were going to do something drastic, he quickly put a hand on your shoulder as you followed behind neteyam, your tight grip still attached to his braids, but was shocked when you harshly pushed him away.

you then threw down neteyam down onto the hard floor as he rubbed his head and yelled at you “what the hell is your problem (y/n)!” quickly getting up and rushing to you, shaking your shoulders, trying to snap you out of whatever little fit you were having.

“get the fuck off of me!” you shoved him away, he stumbled back and fell into lo’aks arms. the family was..shocked to say the least. you rarely talked but this is the first time they had ever heard you yell like that. you asked tonowari to take tuk out of the mauri for a few to go to the ocean, she had done nothing wrong. she didn’t deserve what they had coming. when he fulfilled your wishes, you turned back to your family and shut the entrance of the mauri.

“i’m the one who has a problem..? no..no.” you chuckled, shaking your head. “i’m not the one with the problem, it’s you egocentric imbeciles who have no compassion or thought for anyone but yourselves!” you began, your face turning a dark indigo as you began to get angrier with each word you spoke.

“when was the last time any of you had hugged me? when?!” you started back up “it was..” jake trailed off, he really couldn’t remember when was the last time he held his oldest child. “silence. dead silence. do you guys even remember when i completed my right of passage?! oh yeah you don’t cause you guys weren’t there! you were never there for me!” tears started to brim your eyes as you continued.

(everyone cheer for y/n cause this is gonna be a long one)

“for 16 long years i’ve been the black sheep. neteyams shadow, lo’aks big sibling, tuks babysitter! there’s nothing special about me! at not once have you tried to make me feel that way! it’s always them over me! i’m the oldest! i’m the one who’s supposed to be olo’ekytan/tsahìk in training! not neteyam/kiri!” you paced around the mauri, meeting your fathers now crying eyes.

“oh you want to cry?! you want to shed tears now that your shitty parenting is coming to light?! i haven’t referred to you as dad in years!! years! and you want to cry ?? i don’t even know who the hell you are anymore, you could be walking around and i wouldn’t even bat an eyelash in your direction.”

neteyam and lo’ak were now crying, seeing you spit venom at your father. “oh please don’t tell me you two are crying?! i spent my entire life covering for you idiots! and not one thank you! god neteyam it should’ve been you!! you should’ve been the one to die! not me!!” you pointed to your chest. neteyam gasped and looked at you. you took that bullet for him?

“i’m so embarrassed to even call myself a sully..sullys stick together? yeah right” you were now full on sobbing , running a hand through your hair and clapping “come on! give yourselves a around of fucking applause for the best family of the year! come on!” you laughed through tears and shook your head when your family stood there awkwardly crying.

“you guys are pathetic..i actually wish eywa didn’t give me another chance. i hate you guys. every single one of you..” you spoke through tears , looking each and every single family member in their eyes, making sure they felt the hatred in your eyes . “you all are dead to me..never-“ your voice cracked. “never speak to me again.” and with that you left. leaving the remaining sully family members in ruins.

a few minutes had passed and the family was still in their state of shock. neytiri then broke down onto her knees , begging eywa to wake her up from this nightmare. lo’ak just stormed out of the mauri, angry tears sliding down his face. kiri just quietly slipped over to your hammock and laid down, hugging the cover up you had made yourself, letting tears fall onto it. neteyam just moved to the corner of the mauri and just cried. no matter how much he tried , he just couldn’t get the tears to stop flowing.

when tuk came back from her excursion with tonowari she was shocked to see the crying faces of her family. when she asked where you were, the little girl was shocked at the answer, immediately bursting into tears with the family. jake was quick at neytiris side, hugging her tightly and crying himself, praying that you would return to them.

but it was too late.

meanwhile with you, you were an emotional wreck. the tears wouldn’t stop and the sobs wouldn’t stop erupting, no matter how hard you tried.

the olo’eyktan and his family tried everything to calm you down but they knew you had to get this cry out. they could tell you were holding this in for a while and it was a long time coming.

tonowari genuinely thought about banishing your family back to where they came from that night. when your sobs began to die down, tonowari was soft at your side , asking “‘tìyawn just say the word and they’re gone..” but you couldn’t do it. granted they put you through hell.

they were still your family.

after you had calmed down, hours later. it was already past eclipse, the stars in the sky twinkled against the ocean as you sat on the rock near the sea.

tonowari and ronal were hesitant about letting you go, arguing that you weren’t really in your right mind and needed to stay by their side for the night. you quickly shut them down and walked to the ocean, the cool sand cooling down your warm body.

you didn’t move as you felt a strange presence arrive next to you. “if mom and dad are trying to get me home tell them no-“ you turned to meet face to face with rotxo, a sad smile on his face.

you sighed as you ran a hand through your hair, looking back to the ocean. “sorry, i thought you were my brother” you apologized, your tone of voice changing from the bitter one you held before. “no need to apologize..ao’nung told me what happened today..im sorry (y/n)..i know it must be hard for you” he added. “yeah tell me about it” you stretched , cracking your neck in the process.

a few minutes went by before rotxo spoke up again “we’re having a music festival tomorrow..i would love if you joined us..” he smiled towards you, hoping to at least lighten your spirits a little. “eh i’ll pass” you said, not really in the mood for a loud party. “please (y/n)? come on i’ll promise it’ll be fun!” he asked with big puppy eyes. you rolled your eyes before nodding. “fine” you got up, leaving him at the rock alone “you’re coming to get me” you said before walking back into the family mauri.

the party came quicker than you would’ve liked it to. you groaned as you were dragged into the festival. the sounds of drums and war chants filled your ears as rotxo and tsireya began to dance, ao’nung not far behind.

you were weary to the festival at first, but you gradually got more comfortable with each song. you were having a blast! but of course thanks to the wonderful author sae, not all good things last forever.

you plopped down on the floor and watched your friends/siblings dance around with eachother. suddenly you were tapped on the shoulder by an unknown person.

“(y/n)..can we talk?”

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