#neteyams first rut

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Lost and Found – Chapter 1

Lo‘ak x female human reader

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Summary: There was this scent. Like a distinct call for his name that only he could hear. And Lo’ak was under no illusions about who was the hunter and who the prey. Every instinct told him to run like hell and catch this thing, this prey, that smelled so sweetly. It belonged to him.

Warnings: explicit smut, dub-con, enemies to lovers, somnophilia, (kinda forced) oral, size kink, squirting, praise, fated mates, scent kink, piercings, predator/prey chase, alien biology/anatomy, a/b/o elements (heats, ruts, knots, scent marking, biting, etc.), kidnapping, possessive behavior, body worship, this is written in Lo‘aks pov so I’ll be using 'she/her' instead of 'you' for the reader

Notes: I’ve always wanted to know how the story of my Neteyam fic "lost & found" would play out if it was Lo‘ak instead of Neteyam, so I hope you guys will enjoy this little surprise fic. Basically my first spin-off work lol. Please give this a chance, even though the first chapter isn’t my best work 🥹

Credit for Lo‘ak pic on the left: @aeralithiel 🩵

There was this scent.

Lo‘ak hasn't stumbled in the forest in years, not since his first steps on the soil, not since long training days with dad, reading tracks and hunting lessons with mum and lanky limbs that have by now grown into board muscles and lean flesh.

Any awkwardness had fled when he had completed his iknimaya, the one with his people and then again, with the metkayina during his families stay at the sea clan. Now, at twenty-eight, every step is predicted. Calculated. Steady. He still knows these forests like the back of his hand.

Despite that, he feels as though he should be stumbling, running into branches, tripping over obscured rocks. The pounding of his heart and the adrenaline he can taste in the back of his throat tell him so. Lo‘ak didn't need a trail on the ground to follow, which was good, because whatever it was that had left this scent hanging in the air hadn’t left one. He didn't need splatters of blood, the sight of terror or the remains of a fight, not even boot prints in the dead leaves. No, he could smell it from miles away. Like a distinct call for his name that only he could hear.

He was under no illusions about who was the hunter and who the prey. Every instinct told him to run like hell and catch this- this thing, this prey, that smelled so sweetly, it felt like his teeth would begin to rot any minute now. His tongue curls over his fangs. They’re itching to be rammed into something and bite. Claim. And Lo‘ak feels so animalistic, so feral. His nose twitches, scenting the air once again.

He finally comes to an halt by a clearing, surrounded by tall trees with overgrown branches and thick leaves that cast various shadows over the mossy ground, leaving most of it covered from the warmth of the sun. Lo‘ak inhales shakily, heart still beating a foreign rhythm inside his chest that makes him clutch his fist against it to calm himself.

It’s so silent here, it fills him with unease. The forest is never that quiet, unless there is danger close by that the great mother is trying to bring to his attention. His ears turn against the soft breeze of the wind, focusing. There’s nothing. Nothing, but the soft hum that is coming from a few feet ahead. The sound of something, or someone, breathing. Low and steady, oblivious to the hunter in close proximity.

Bow in hand, Lo‘ak crouches low to the ground.

The first thing Lo‘ak remembers being taught by his father was how to be quiet. To be a stealthy warrior. A quiet hunter.

Looking back, he knows that must’ve been his first lesson solely for the reason because he has always been a talkative kid. Even now as an adult, silence doesn’t come to him as it comes to his older brother when needed. Countless slaps to the back of his head had been served as a reminder to bite his tongue. Even now, Lo’ak has to focus and concentrate in order to be quiet.

Any good hunter knows how to follow tracks, stay downward of the winds. The element of surprise was their best asset. Sometimes all they find are sun-bleached bones, offering little clue to potential prey. So they continue on. Taught to be patient, careful and quiet.

But Lo‘ak doesn’t have to be patient for very long this time. He doesn’t even have to search the ground for tracks or listen to the whispers of the wind. He finds his prey right there, served on a silver platter, laying in the soft grass like an offering from Eywa herself.

A human. All soft skin and short limbs.

Spellbound to the sight in front of him, Lo‘ak doesn’t pay attention to the stick he involuntarily steps on and it breaks with an echoing crack. He winces at the sound that would’ve earned him a smack if his brother was anywhere near him right now, but the human in front of him doesn’t raise from its position. Is it sleeping?

Lo‘ak remains frozen in place until his very fingertips begin to tingle in anticipation and he can’t help himself anymore. He steps closer. Close enough to come to realize that the human is a female and she is unconscious. He crouches down next to her limp body, so much smaller than his own that it frightens him to think that she is all alone out here, seemingly unprotected to the possible danger that lingers in the forest.

Lo’ak studies the woman for a long moment, hesitant at first, but soon he can’t stop his hand from moving to carefully brush the hair obscuring her face out of the way. And what a sight it is that greets him.

Behind the glass of her mask is a face so pretty, his breath momentarily gets stuck in his throat.

An angel. That’s what comes closest to a word that could describe her. Lo‘ak remembers his fathers stories of angels and suddenly, she is the missing piece to the puzzle in his imagination. She his what his mind has always failed to comprehend when imagining these mythical creatures from earth.

The woman's face is delicately structured, with high cheekbones and soft skin. Her lips are plump and softly shaped, slightly parted as she exhales a breath. Her features are harmoniously balanced, with a gentle curve to her jawline that adds to her overall beauty. The contours of her face are accentuated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, casting a serene glow. Her brows are naturally arched, framing her closed eyes, which seem to hold a depth of emotion even in slumber. There is something ethereal to her appearance, as if she is a part of the forest itself, an enchanting presence amidst the foliage. Truly, such beauty could only be created by eywa herself. And it felt like finding her here was like a gift from the great mother. A reward of some sort, possibly.

Lo‘ak would’ve loved to admire her for longer, just sitting here, looking at the strange little female. But there was this scent. There had to be reason for no one to have scented her other than him. She was meant to be found by him, he declared. The great mother had gifted her to him and no one else. And this scent was so much stronger now that he was up close to her, the tang of sweetness strong enough he could almost taste it on his tongue. Almost. And that alone made his mouth water in anticipation.

He wanted to taste her. To claim her. Her body called for him and who was he to ignore this call?

The muscles beneath his tattooed arms flexed as he carefully moved his body to shift position, leaning down over her unconscious body to press his nose to the soft curls and strands of hair framing her face like a halo. The subconscious flinch her body gave when his breath fanned over her skin did little to quell his delight when he ran his hand over her rounded shoulder and discovered she was smoother than any surface he'd ever touched and was silky like that of a flower petal. And she smelled delicious, but this was not quite the scent he was looking for. Running the flat of his nose along her jaw and throat, he inhaled deeply searching for the source of it. Her skin was so warm to the touch, he may or may not have let his lips glide along her collarbone as he took her scent in. Not quite a kiss yet, but close enough. Just the barest of touches that made his skin tingle.

He couldn’t deny the fact that the thin material of the black top that clung to her body like a second layer of skin was as much a treat to his eyes as it was an annoyance. If he had any say in this, the little tawtute [human] would wear significantly less. Still, it left enough room to his filthy imagination that he didn’t mind it. For now. There would be enough time for him to unwrap this piece of candy any time soon. For now, Lo‘ak settled on the one place on her body that was radiating so much sweetness, it nearly made his mind go blank from the intensity.

Soft thighs, the softest he has ever felt beneath his palms laid there in front of him, spreading so easily for him to settle between as his nose passed the dip of her navel. With both of them in his hands, he could spread them to press his whole face against the rough fabric of her little green shorts that barely hid her from his hungry eyes. Inhaling deeply, it nearly made his heart jump out of his chest as this pure sweet scent hit his nostrils and filled every vein of his body with adrenaline and the urge to lick, taste, bite, kiss and fuck.

Mine, mine, mine, his inner voice yelled at him. Mate her. Knot her.

Soon, he thought to himself, as he licked his lips eagerly. But first, he would have to still his hunger or he fears he would loose himself right then and there.

With what little sanity was left in him, Lo‘ak couldn’t find the patience necessary to undress her properly, so he unsheathed his knife from his chest and ever so carefully slid it inside the front her shorts. The sound of fabric ripping apart at the seam as he cut it in half made goosebumps raise all over his arms.

The little female however didn’t even flinch. Still so deep in her slumber. He might need to find out about the reason she was unconscious, but that would have to wait until later. Right now, all his senses were entirely fixed on his most priced possession.

Eywa, that scent. It was so intoxicating.

Even better yet, was the sight in front of him. What a pretty, pretty pussy that was, he thought. Red and puffy and in need for someone, for him, to take care of it. Poor thing. How long must she have been waiting for him? Her slick was messily spread over those gleaming lips and Lo‘ak spread them apart with his thumbs to get a better view.

"Aw, nìn nga [Aw, look at you]," he murmurs, "Fìtxan sevin sì tumpin [All pretty and pink.]

Her tiny little hole leaks more clear, sticky fluid as it’s spread open and drool dares to spill over the corner of his mouth at this. Truth be told, it looked barely able to fit his finger, but the thought alone made his cock unsheat and harden to his full size below his loincloth. She would need a lot of patience and preparation, but if Lo‘ak was one thing, it was determined to fulfill his goals. Just a small glance above her entrance sits her clit, the small nub looks just as needy and is just begging for his attention.

No longer able to withstand the arousing scent of the tawtute, Lo‘ak finally, mercifully, gives his first kitten lick to her cunt. And great mother, she tastes delicious. Tongue sharp and pointed, he glides the wet muscle through her folds with a groan. He takes great pleasure in the way the small little metal ball that sits on the middle of his tongue runs from her entrance to her clit, where it sits perfectly on top, before he closes his lips around it and bestows her her first kiss.

Lo‘ak had gotten several body modifications over the past few years of his life. The tattoos were his first, made by the olo’eyktan Tonowari himself after successfully mouting a tsurak. Followed soon by the tunnel earrings that were inspired by his mothers and then the piercings on his ears made by some of the younger humans at hells gate. The one on his tongue was Spiders idea and even though it earned him pointed looks of his people at first, not even the most uptight na‘vi woman his age could resist her curiosity of the little metal ball and how it might possibly feel as he ran it over her most sensitive parts. He would have to thank his human brother forever for this. And he can tell that she likes it, too.

The metal ball adjusts to her body heat quickly, prickling on top of his tongue as Lo‘ak makes it circle and bump against her clit. This motion rewards him with the first sound of what could soon turn into a beautiful moan. For now, it’s a breathy little sigh, with her brows drawn together and the muscles in her thighs tensing and jumping slightly.

Oh, she likes it very much, he can tell.

Lo‘ak presses his face harder against her cunt until all he can taste and smell is her. Her juices are already running down his chin, yet he can’t get enough of her. The difference in size makes it easy for his tongue to reach all these wonderful, delicious spots inside of her. He curls and thrusts it until the females back arches off the ground. A guttural groan escapes him as he kisses and licks her clit, loving the way she responds more and more to his touch.

Glancing up, Lo‘ak catches the way her breathing seems to quicken, the way her soft stomach tenses and the noises falling from her parted lips increase in volume. The first real moan tumbling down those beautiful lips is like music to his ears and he nearly comes inside his loincloth from the sound of it. What a beautiful voice that little demon has. Soft and feminine and so full of need. He wants to hear her beg in that sweet tone. Wants to hear her call out to him. Wants to hear moans turn into screams of pleasure that will make her voice go hoarse.

"Kalin 'u. Oe fpìl tsal lu krr ne tìtxen si [Sweet thing. I think it’s time to wake up]," he purrs against her sensitive skin, watching the way she instinctively jumps as his warm breath fans over her spit slicked skin. His tongue darts out again, but this time he aims for the pillowy flesh of her inner thighs. He licks a board stripe over her skin, kissing until it turns a pretty hue of purple that matches the shade of his tip, which was currently oozing heavy droplets of pre-cum onto his tewng [loincloth]. Eyes so heavy with lust, he can’t stop himself from letting his kisses turn more feral. Open mouthed and wet, until his fangs graze her delicate skin and sink into her flesh.

His cock throbs heavily at the first claim set onto the small tawtute [human] female. It’s followed by another, and another. Lo‘aks is careful, though, to not break skin and draw blood. He could never forgive himself for hurting the fragile human. Once he deems her marked enough, he switches back to burring his face against her sweet cunt. He‘s more frantic this time, groaning and breathing heavily as he suckles on her folds and makes out with her clit until its swollen and puffy between his lips.

Behind him, his tail trashes vividly against the mossy ground, eager like a puppy waiting for a treat. He wants her cum. Wants to know how it taste. How it feels soaking his face. He want to make a mess, wants to let the little demon claim him as well. He wants everyone to smell her on him and know they belong together.

The intense tension of her muscles is the first sign of her approaching orgasm that Lo‘ak takes note of, so he doubles his efforts. Her body craves release and he will happily give it to her. But then she turns restless. Squirmy little thing begins to wriggle under his touch, hips jerking away from the assault of his tongue and he grunts in disapproval.

But she‘s so small, easy to hold down. His shoulders are enough to keep her thichs spread and folded, knees nearly touching her ears as her lower body is contained by his massive frame. He holds her wrists tight above her head in one hand before she can even claw and push at him. Tiny wrists. Bones like a bird's.

And then finally, her eyes flutter open.

Lo‘ak watches with the intensity of a predator catching sight of his prey how these pretty pupils slowly focus down on him. The human gasps and he grins, wide and dangerous.

Suddenly she’s making these new sounds, little high pitched noises and whines, as he tongue fucks her. Her head turns, left and right, trying to hide her face from him, but there’s nowhere to hide. Precious thing. He can feel her core clenching hard around nothing.

"My name is Lo’ak," he smirks at her from between her thighs, making her flinch despite the soft tone in his voice and the breath stutter in her throat. "Can you say Lo’ak, baby?" Lick after lick he spoke, making sure to bring pleasure to her as she tried to comprehend his words. Her mind must be a mess, that much was obvious to him. Even though he imagined waking up like this from such a deep slumber must be a nice surprise, he could clearly see her inner turmoil. Her body wanted her to enjoy this, so close to her pleasure high. But her brain, the logical thinking part of it, was struggling to figure out if she could trust him. If this was right.

"Lo‘ak," he repeated, soft and slow and lovingly as he kissed her clit. More tenderly this time to put her whole focus onto this task. "Say Lo’ak, come on. Say my name."

He would make sure she knew she could trust him. That she was safe. But this would need so many words and so much reassurance, it was hard to do it now with his mouth full of her. Later, paskalin [honey]. He will prove himself as a good man later. But he had to prove himself as a good mate right now.

After a moment of intensely staring into her eyes to make sure she understood him, to signal her that he was no threat and she could enjoy this to her hearts content, it finally clicked.

"Lo..ak," she whimpered, the finest sound his ears ever had the pleasure of picking up. Nodding eagerly with a moan, Lo‘aks tail curled tight around her ankle as he sucked a filthy, rewarding kiss to her clit that made her throw her head back in bliss.

"What a good girl you are," he purred into her folds, "Such a smart thing."

She could tell him her name later, he thought. For the moment, it wasn’t important. He just needed her to scream his and he would promise her, the next time he would scream hers for the whole world to hear. Let everyone know what a perfect little pussy she had and that it was all his now.

Heart beating rapidly in his chest, Lo‘ak doubled his efforts to push her over the edge. Putting more pressure on her thighs to keep them further apart, he leaned half his weight against her body to keep her pinned and folded, her head now entirely framed by her knees, with her weight balanced on her upper back and her pussy high up in the air to reach all the spots that made her hips jump and legs shake. As he did so, Lo‘ak took a mental note of her flexibility. He would make great use of this in the future.

Aware of every new twitch and shudder, Lo’ak was adjusting the patterns of his tongue accordingly.

He was sucking and licking so hard, made sure to hold straight eye contact with her, who was having a hard time keeping herself from moaning too loud. He was running the tip of his tongue along the creases of flesh, around and back down, dipping into her, and then returning to press against her clit, playing with the tiny ball of steel against that sensitive little nub. Her slickness was coating more than just his mouth now. His nose too and his chin, threatening to run down his throat. Lo‘ak was entirely lost in her taste, feasting on her as if she was a fruit he had grown addicted to.

"S-Shit," she was cursing through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut as her whole body began to tense beneath him. "Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna– come!"

A low, throaty groan that nearly sound like a growl broke free from his mouth at the sound of that. "Let go, sevin [pretty]," he reassured her, barely lifting his lips enough to detach from her clit. "Come for me, little tawtute [human]. Let me taste it."

It was heat against heat, hot mouth against hotter skin, and then she throws her head back and sobs with relief. His sharp tongue flicks over her clit a final time, and she breaks into a thousand pieces.

Noisy little demon, he muses with a grin, paying close attention to the way she screeches and screams his name, moans loud and shameless and her clit pulses under his tongue. He presses his mouth closer to her, making sure none of that sweet sticky liquid goes to waste as it leaks in little squirts from her tiny hole. She tastes devine and Lo‘ak closes his eyes and groans as he savors it all.

Like a Nantang [viperwolf] cleaning its pup, Lo‘ak makes sure to clean the tawtute [human] of all remaining spit and slick, showering her lower half in kitten licks until he deems her clean enough and finally manages to detach his mouth from the space between her thighs.

Breathing heavily, he pulls back, letting a hand glide down his rapidly raising and falling chest, skimping over his abs, to locate the throbbing pain between his own thighs he only now grows aware of.

"Kalweyaveng… [son of a bitch]," he curses under his breath. He finds his loincloth soaked with his own cum, yet his neglected cock was still standing proud and tall, eager for attention. Giving his own length a quick squeeze, he hisses through clenched teeth. He needed more. More of her and her delicious little cunt. The arousing scent that was still radiating off of her wasn’t helping with that either.

Leaning back on his heels to sit up straight and gently lowering her legs to the ground again, Lo’ak glanced down at the female‘s face to find her lashes kissing the apple of her cheeks. Passed out again.

That’s okay, he thought, unable to wipe the cocky smile from his face, as he ever so carefully scooped the sleeping human up into his arms. "Sleep well," he cooed in her ear, hoping that even deep in her slumber she would be able to hear him, would feel the way he pressed his clothed cock against her as he carried her away. "There’s enough time for this later, ma’muntxate [my mate]. You’re mine now."

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Never a Burden

Neteyam x Reader Mate

Summary: You don’t want to bother Neteyam with your issues but things keep getting worse with another clan member won’t leave you alone…

Warning: Mentions of injury, cursing.

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“Don’t cause trouble” was a line Neteyam constantly said to his younger brother over the years, and now that mantle of troublemaker had been passed over to you, his mate.

Neteyam loved you more than life but by god you were a handful and then some. You were like a magnet for sticky situations and more often than not Neteyam had to come to your rescue.

Like the time some visiting Navi from a neighboring clan were bullying a harmless forest creature so you “intervened”. He yelled at you for being careless and putting yourself in danger.

Or the time your necklace flew off during a flying session so you promptly dived and searched the waters for hours until you found it. You came back soaked and shivering late into the night with the beads in your hand.

“What were you thinking!?” He scolded quickly wrapping you up in a warm blanket.

“B-b-but it’s the necklace you gifted me…” you chattered and he let out an exasperated sigh.

These situations were a frequent occurrence since he met you however he realized soon on that that was a package deal with being your mate. He’d take that deal any day.

Your husband had been endlessly busy on raids the past few months, only coming home to regroup and head back out. He was beyond exhausted most of the time, coming into your tent and falling asleep in your arms almost instantly

Usually Neteyam had patience and a level head but these past months proved to be a heavy challenge. Which made sense since so much was riding on his shoulders.

You felt bad for him which Is why you didn’t want to bother him with your troubles. Even if this situation wasn’t exactly your fault…

Recently a nearby clan had teamed up with yours to battle the sky people. This clan was different than yours, hard headed, brutal, our clans didn’t usually get along but they had a common enemy which made them a strong ally.

However some of the clans males had been targeting you. It started off small at first, taunts here and there. You weren’t a warrior which is why they criticized you as the oleyektens mate. But lately they’ve been getting more bold, one male in particular, Tu’Mey, their ring leader had been degrading you, commenting on your body and how neteyam must hate rutting with such a skinny female.

Today was when he finally crossed the line, you were gathering herbs in the forest with Kiri when she left early because of a headache.

You didn’t think anything of being alone until a familiar voice had you cursing.

“What are you doing out here all alone huh?” Tu’Mey emerged from behind a tree with a grin. He was alone which you didn’t know was better or worse.

“None of your business.” You snatched your basket up and threw him a glare as you went to move past him back to camp, you let out a little gasp when he grabbed your arm instead. That was the first time he had touched you.

“Let go of me!” You hissed and pulled but he didn’t relent.

“Heh so weak, what does a great warrior like your husband see in you huh?”

His grip was strong and you felt a moment of panic.

“Enough, let go asshole!” You punched at him with your other hand but it was like hitting a boulder. He easily grabbed your other hand and pulled you closer. Your eyes widened as he brought his face closer to yours.

“Hmm you may be no warrior, but you do have a pleasant enough face I suppose.”

“Let go before I-“

“Before you what? Hurt me?” He laughed and pulled your arms up high pulling you up right to his body.

You panicked a lot more now feeling his skin touching yours.

You start kicking at him and he clicks his tongue in annoyance, and backs you up into a tree roughly. The bark digging into your skin painfully.

“Oh I’m sorry did that hurt?” He asked mockingly.

“Go on cry for me little forest girl”

You refused to shed tears but you were definitely afraid.

Suddenly you heard a rustling up ahead followed by several Navi voices.

Tu’Mey pulled you deeper in the forest away from prying eyes, his mistake was leaving one hand open.

As he pulled you away you caught a glint of a knife at his waist, it was probably a bad idea but you didn’t really have a choice.

In moments you grabbed at the knife and swiped at the arm holding you.

You were successful but the moment Tu’Mey realized what you done his eyes were full of fury.

You turned to run but were abruptly yanked back by your braid.

“Oh now you wanna fight little girl? Cmon then let’s fight.” He used your hair to propel you forward roughly. You rolled several times before hitting a tree. You gasped in pain.

Suddenly he was above you again and you saw his leg go out and in straight to your stomach. You cried out in pain. Great mother help me.

He kicked the same place again and then roughly pulled you up by your arms.

You slumped in his hold but still managed a hiss. Not that it really did anything.

He opened his mouth to say something but the voices were nearing again. He cursed and threw you back down.

“This isn’t over”. And just as fast as he came he disappeared in the trees.

You coughed a couple times on the ground clutching your stomach. With much pain you stood up and limped into the trees away from the scene, you didn’t want anyone to see you and say anything to Neteyam.

The truth was most Navi could hold their own but you were different. You healed, not hurt, you didn’t even like to hunt because of your sweet nature. Neteyam was drawn to your heart he said, but your weakness was becoming an issue now that war had come. You didn’t realize just how useless you really were.

After much struggle you managed to sneak back into your tent unsuspected.

You collapsed on the ground next to your sleeping mat. The tears flowed freely now that you were alone. You missed Neteyam now more than ever, wanting nothing more than for him to hold you in his arms.

With tears still running down your face you moved your netted top out of the way to see the damage. A large nasty bruise had formed along with a couple cuts. Your back ached too so you could only imagine the scratches there as well.

Sniffling you applied some salve.

Good thing Neteyam wouldn’t be back for a few days, you didn’t know what you would do if he saw your state. He would probably kill him and start another war.

Little did you know the war party had returned while you were gone..

“Yawne? There you are, I didn’t see you when I landed.”

Your eyes widened hearing Neteyams voice and the familiar flapping of the tent beads.

Quickly you wiped at your eyes and slid the salve under the blanket.

“N-Neteyam, welcome back my love.” You thank Ewya that the tent is darkened by the night.

He rushes to you and you embrace him.

“I missed you so much, couldn’t wait to get back..” he held you tightly and you did your best not to wince.

“Me too..” you released from each other and he gave you a loving kiss.

“Come, change and I’ll prepare you something to eat.” He nodded and went to remove his armor. Luckily he hadn’t seemed to notice anything was off.

He ate and talked about the successful raid, you nodded along but your mind was on the blossoming pain all over your body but especially your stomach.

“Are you alright? You’ve hardly said a word..”

“Yes, just tired is all, I was collecting herbs and other things for most of the day.”

He nodded and smiled, “then come let us sleep, I am exhausted as well.”

You nodded and followed him to the mat. You grabbed a longer top and threw it on. Come morning, you would not be able to hide it in the light so you needed to cover up, at least until he left again for the next raid.

Sleep came easy for the both of you, despite your pain, being in Neteyams arms always lulled you quickly. You hoped the morning would go smoothly. Although you rarely ever got what you wanted these days..

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“-at is this?” Mm your dreams were beginning to fade away at the familiar voice calling out to you and bringing you back to reality.

“Y/n!” Your eyes abruptly flicked open hearing Neteyams urgent voice.

Oh great mother help me..

Your gaze focused on Neteyam who was sitting up beside you with a hand on your waist and another pulling aside your netted top.

You were an idiot to think that flimsy material could hide anything.

“What is this, what happened??” He asked again voice full of concern and seriousness.

Your eyes followed down to wear a nasty bruise had doubled In its darkening since last night.

“I-I It’s nothing teyam, I fell from a tree in a bad way is all.. I didn’t realize it had caused such a bruise..” you sat up and tried to cover up again but he wouldn’t let you.

“This looks bad, what did you fall on?” He grimaced tracing the cuts with his fingers.

“Some large rocks..” you hoped he would buy that. You never really lied to him before, you hated the feeling..

He looked you over now from head to toe and caught sight of your back.

“Your back is scratched up too… come let’s see Grandmother-“

He moves to gently pull you but you refuse, “It’s fine my love, I can apply medicine here, your grandmother is no doubt busy with warriors from yesterday…”

He looked reluctant, “but..”

“Really I’m alright” you pulled him back down and hugged him. You were actually in a lot of pain but Moat was smart and would see through your lie easily so you couldn’t go.

Neteyam pulled away and moved to grab your basket that held all your medicinal supplies.

He pulled the cover off and frowned, “I thought you picked herbs yesterday, there’s barely anything here..”

You idiot- you left your basket in the forest!

“Ah I can’t believe it, I forgot my basket in the forest..”

He raised a brow then furrrowed it, “you didn’t hit your head did you?” Suddenly he was near you again inspecting your face.

“N-no I didn’t I must’ve been just a little flustered is all”

Neteyam pulled back and looked you in the eye, “Yawne…is everything ok? You seem…strange”

“I-I” what should you say?

Luckily a familiar voice outside the tent called interrupting you.

“Bro you in there? We need to talk about the next mission, everyone’s waiting” Neteyam reluctantly pulled away giving you a wary look. You smiled hoping to ease his worries.

“I’ll be back later , go to Kiri for help at least ok?”

You nodded not meaning it and watched him leave the tent.

You let out a sigh once you were alone. Perhaps you could sneak into your mother in laws tent since everyone would be at the meeting. She would have herbs. At least that way Neteyam would assume you went to Kiri.

Slowly you stood up and readjusted your clothing, not that it really covered anything..

Luckily when you exited the tent, everyone was either at the meeting or busy preparing for the next raid.

You went behind the tents as swiftly as you could and finally arrived at your destination.

You called out but just as you suspected they were gone.

You felt guilty basically stealing but you didn’t really have many options.

You gathered what you needed and left, you nearly let out a scream when you bumped into the large body of your father in law.

“Woah easy- y/n?” You quickly schooled your shock with an uneasy smile. “I came to ask to borrow some herbs but no one was here.. I hope you don’t mind?”

Jake shook his head, “of course not, go crazy” he reached beside the door grabbing a map before moving to leave again when he happened to catch sight of the bruise.

“What happened?” He asked concerned.

“O-oh nothing really, I just had a bad fall..”

He eyed your face for a moment before nodding

“That looks bad, make sure you get that looked at ok?”

“I will” you smiled and sighed as he left the tent.

Luckily on your way back you didn’t run into anyone.

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“Alright dismissed” warriors turned to prepare for the next raid and Neteyam was about to follow them when his father held him back.

“Wait there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

Jake looked a bit uneasy but continued on, “it’s about y/n.”

Neteyam perked up at this, “Why? did something happen?”

“I saw her just now in our tent getting herbs, she was…skittish and I saw really nasty looking bruise.”

Neteyam nodded, “She fell in the forest…on some rocks she said...”

“She’s one of the best climbers in the clan Neteyam”

“I know this…do…do you think she was lying?” He furrowed his brows. His mate never lied to him before. Even saying it out loud sounded weird.

Jake tilted his head, “I’m not saying that but…” Neteyam nodded as if coming to a decision.

“Yeah ok… I’ll talk to her”. He thanked his father and went about his duties. He was definitely going to have a talk when he got home.

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You had been resting in your tent for most of the day when you realized you had nothing prepared for dinner. Neteyam mentioned he would stay a couple nights so it was only right he had a nice hot meal while he was here.

Sighing you stood up and exited the tent. You could at least catch a couple fish for the both of you.

You grabbed your fishing net and made your way towards the river.

It was evening time but there were a few Navi around.

Good, you didn’t want to be alone..

Throughout the next hour you kept glancing around but luckily you hadn’t seen him so far.

It was dark now everyone had mostly gone so you decided to call it quits as well. you managed to catch a couple small fish but just needed to check your last net tied to the tree.

Slowly so not to aggravate your wounds you climbed ontop of a giant rock. This net was along the river edge but from higher up.

Due to the weather getting colder it was better not to get into the water.

You kneeled on the rock and bent down to pull up your net.

The sudden screech of an Ikran roared behind you. It happened within seconds, you turned only to have a wing smack into you propelling you forward.

You gasped then were suddenly choking and spluttering on freezing water.

You whipped your head around to face the Ikran. You mentally screamed realizing it was HIS Ikran. And the devil in question laughter heartily from the tree line. He whistled and his Ikran flew towards him.

You didn’t wait to see what he would do next, you scrambled out of the river shivering and ran back as fast as you could.

Cold so cold, the night wind only made it that much worse.

Your teeth chattered violently. Hot tears pouring down your cheeks.

You slammed the tent flap open and clambered inside.

“Y/n?” Neteyam sprung up from his sitting position and practically sprinted to you.

Oh great mother not now! You thought he would be out still with the warriors!

“Y/n?! What happened?? why are you soaking wet?!” Neteyam grabbed your shoulders looking you up and down.

“I-I” your voice came out in a cold stutter. The temperature settling in deep into your body.

Neteyam pulled you closer to the fire and helped you remove your wet things before handing you a woven blanket.

“Yawne please, tell me what happened” Neteyam pulled you closer to him, hoping his body heat would help.

He wiped away your tears but they flowed like an endless river.

“I-I....I fell in the river.” Neteyam tensed, he could see your hesitation and how you wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“And how did that happen hm? What aren’t you telling me?” His voice was more firm now.

Should you tell him? But you didn’t want to cause trouble and disturb the alliance. It was your fault you were weak…

“Y/n!” You gasped, Neteyam hardly if ever raised his voice at you.

You couldn’t even answer as your sobs and distress grew louder. Now the love of your life was angry with you. Why could you never do anything right?!

Neteyam softened completely seeing your distress, “Alright alright, mawye my love, it’s alright, mawye…I’m sorry, please don’t cry” he hugged you tightly, bringing your head to his chest. He held you like that soothingly stroking your back until your sobs quieted down.

You slowly pulled away still not meeting his eyes.

Neteyam brought a finger to your chin and slowly pushed it up.

His heart broke seeing the puffiness. He followed the finger to your cheek and splayed them out. You leaned into his warmth.

“Whatever it is, you know I am with you my love.”

You let out a shakey breathe. “I know…” you whispered brokingly.

“And I will always be there for you… no matter what it is but I can’t help if I don’t know what is wrong.”

You reached up to hold the hand caressing your face. “I am always causing you trouble Neteyam.”

He blinked at this, “what?”

“I’m always causing you trouble…I don’t want to burden you…”

Neteyams brows furrowed, “Yes you are trouble but you are never a burden to me- where is this coming from?” He asked still confused.

“I’m weak Neteyam..”

“Y/n you’re not-“

You gulped and said it again, “I am weak. You shouldn’t have to protect me, I should be able to defend myself like everyone else but I just…I’m not a fighter Neteyam.. it’s never been an issue but now…” you sniffled trying not to break down again. “I-I didn’t want to bother you with this… you have way more important matters- I just- it’s getting worse and he isn’t stopping I-“ you were babbling out what you could, your mate trying to piece everything together but once he heard the word “he” he froze.

The wheels started turning in Neteyams mind, he didn’t know what he thought actually happened to you but the second he realized it was another person who hurt you a hot surge of anger coursed through him.

The grip on your face tightened but not painfully. “Someone did this to you? His eyes motioned to your bruises, voice dangerously calm but brimming with unleashed rage. He kept calm for your sake.

You nodded looking away in shame. Well you tried but he brought your face back to his glowing eyes.

“Tell me”

You bit your lip nervously.

“Tell me who dared to lay a hand on my mate…”

You hesitated, “I… I’m afraid it will damage war relations…”

Neteyam held back a snarl. So it was one of the other clans men then..

“Tell me”

You were about to protest again but Neteyams eyes made you pause. They held so much emotion. Love, anger, but most importantly in this moment they promised you safety.

With a deep breathe you closed your eyes then opened them again, “…Tu’Mey…”

Neteyam clenched his fist to keep himself from bursting just quite yet.

“Listen carefully y/n” you nodded.

“You will tell me everything and leave nothing out do you understand?” His tone left no room for arguing.

So you listened and told him everything.

And when you finally finished, you were taken aback at the speed Neteyam removed his hand from you. In all of 3 seconds he had grabbed his knife and ax and stormed to the door.

“N-Neteyam!”

“Stay here Mate” before you could protest he was gone.

You slumped down in a heap. Oh great mother what would happen now?!

Part 2

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Thanks for reading! Part 2 is up now🥰

[tsireyasluvr]

Hii I’m srry if your request are closed but can I request a Neteyam x female metkayina reader (it doesn’t have to be metkayina but it’s preferred) where Reader is in heat and neteyam is in rut at the same time?

In Synch

Neteyam x Metkayina fem!reader

Authors note: hi anon! you’re my first request, so i hope you enjoy this <3 i also do not think i did the heat/rut part justice, i can’t stay i know too much about it, but i hope you like it anyway!

Summary: as a heavy storm comes on, you find out your mate was in rut, naturally being eager to help him out.

Warnings: 18+!! minors, DNI!, everyone’s aged up ofc, smut, p in v, heat, rut, whining, hand job kinda?, choking, dirty talk, he totally gives y/n head in this

It was beginning to storm at the reefs, you knew dinner would be held indoors for most of the village today so you thought it’d be best to gather fruit for your family and the Sullys as a favour, before the thunder started. You were at it for about an hour or so before your basket got full, smiling proudly at your work as you walked back towards the beach and mauris.

“y/n!” You hear a high pitched voice call out your name, a pair of little legs running quickly towards you. Immediately you knew it was Tuk, grinning as you turn around to greet the girl. “Hi Tuk-Tuk!” you beamed at your boyfriends little sister, kneeling down to hug her with one arm as you held the basket against your hip with the other. “What are you doing out here, hm? is your brother watching you by chance?” You ask, looking around behind her. “Lo’ak is over there somewhere,” she waves her hand around carelessly “not Neteyam though. He’s sick today” your brows furrow in confusion. “Hm? I haven’t heard anything about that, where is he?” she gave you a concerned look “Mama said it’s a pretty serious sickness, and that we shouldn’t be around him. You probably should give him some space, y/n”

You stood back up, shaking your head a little as you looked down at the girl. “no, no, I need to go see him. He’s my mate, I’ll just drop off some fruit for him if he’s feeling sick.” you insisted, the worry for your boy beginning to grow. “Where is he, Tuk?” you ask gently, adjusting your grip on the basket. She sighs a little, before pointing towards the very far end of the village, to a pod that is usually left vacant. “Over there.”

when you finally come into the mauri your mate was in, you see a sight that makes your heart clench. Neteyam writhing against his mat, the pillows beneath his head pretty much flattened and the blanket bunched over his waist.

“‘Teyam? why didn’t you tell me you were feeling sick?” you say, closing the pod doors and kneeling beside him, placing the basket of fruit you collected to the corner of his bed. As you got closer, you noticed just how sweaty he looked, how his braids were looking disheveled and like they’d need to be redone later.

he looks up at you with wide eyes, his usual amber colour appearing more green “y/n? fuck, w-what are you doing here?” He inhaled sharply at the touch of your hand against his forehead, relishing in the cool feeling of your skin, digging his fingers into the matt to restrain from touching you. That’s when you realize.

He was in rut.

Your brows furrow in concern, brushing his braids back and any loose hairs on his face, stroking his sweaty cheek with the back of your hand. “You’re in rut… why are you doing hiding from me?” you look at him in slight confusion, tilting your head as he sits up, taking your hands away from his face as gently as he could. “Because, I’ve never endured a rut with anyone else, I don’t-“ His voice strains a little, “I don’t want to hurt you, y/n. You should go” He grits out, clenching his fists to hold any bit of control.

“Neteyam, i’m your mate. It’s my job to help you, i want to help you.” you say, pouting at him slightly as you sit closer to him, gingerly reaching your hands out to rest against his chest. You look at him for a reaction, only to be met with his eyes staring straight at you, unmoving. You decide to become bolder, tossing the blanket that sat around his waist aside, and moving to sit in his lap instead, your legs straddling him.

His hands immediately come to wrap around your waist, groaning at the lightest touches. He grips your hips, digging his nails in as you leaned in to press your lips against his. Neteyam tries to be gentle, he really does. The thought of hurting you is something he can’t bare, but he feels his self restraint slipping further and further away as he shoves his tongue in your mouth, licking his way in. You hold him closer at this, sucking on his warm muscle before pulling away and kissing down his jaw, trailing to his neck.

As you near his scent glands, you feel a switch in you. A heat starts to creep up your insides, an itch forming in your womb. You whine, gripping onto him tightly and grinding your hips onto his, licking at the spot on his neck. Neteyam hisses at this, tightening his grip on you as he starts moving you against him at his own pace. “Shit, that’s so good, princess. You don’t know how badly I want to hold you down and fuck you, watch you cry underneath me again” He whispers, dry humping you through his loincloth.

You mewl at his words, feeling your own body start to move frantically against him, your legs tightening on either side of his waist as you subconsciously release your pheromones. “Do it! Do it, p-please” You beg, reaching for his loincloth. His eyes practically turn to slits, as he looks down at you in pure hunger, clearly wanting to devour you. “Are you in heat? Did this- Did I trigger your heat, my love?” He grins, his sharp fangs becoming more prominent as he leans in closer to you, kissing your wrist as he inhales your scent. “Fuck, you smell so good, pretty girl. Like yovo fruit, so sweet.”

As you frantically try to untie his loincloth, he takes your wrists in one hand and flips you over, with one arm wrapped around your back and hand cushioning your head as he laid you both down. “T-Teyam, take it off, please” you whine, your inky curly hair lying messily beneath you, the woven seashell top Neteyam made you feeling itchy against your chest as you desperately wanted every barrier between the two of you off.

He growls at your whining, licking and nipping at your skin as he trails his tongue down your body, stopping right before your clothed cunt. He spreads your legs harshly apart, barely looking up at you before tearing off your loincloth and taking a long, wet lick between your folds. His eyes flutter shut at your taste, inhaling more of your smell before eagerly licking at you, fucking his tongue into you. “Oh! Mmm shit! Shit! Tey!” You writhed beneath him, humping your hips into his face, gripping his braids.

He pinned you down with one arm, stilling your hips as he sucked on your clit harshly. “So fucking delicious, sweet girl. Just like the fruit.” he growled into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You gasp, pulling his hair tighter “Nete! I’m gonna- ngh! I’m g-gonna..” You squeal, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. He plunges a finger into you, still sucking your clit. “Come on, princess. Let me feel it, taste it, hm?” Your eyes roll back at his words, finally letting go with a gasp, cumming all over his tongue.

He eagerly slurps it all into his mouth, licking his finger off as he crawls back up your body, pressing his lips to yours as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Slender fingers made quick work to remove the top he made you off your chest, while you finally untied his loincloth, throwing it as far as possible from you. He hissed as his cock was freed, and you couldn’t help but stare, his tip an angry red as pre-cum oozed down his length. “Yawne, keep your legs spread for me, yeah?” He said, stroking his cock as he looked down at you, panting.

You do as he says, looking up at him with hazy eyes as your chest quickly rises and falls. “That’s a good girl” He grins, lining up his tip at your entrance, not giving you any time to adjust before slamming his entire length into you. “Oh, Eywa! More, more!” You gasp, rocking your hips into his. He snarls, wrapping a hand around your neck as he slams into you, fucking you hard and fast as he loses any last bit of control, only thinking about chasing his high.

You yelped as you felt him hit your g-spot, holding tightly onto the wrist of the hand that was wrapped around your throat, looking up at him all teary eyed. You felt like it was too much yet not enough at the same time, pleading him with your eyes. “Whats wrong, pretty girl?” He coos, pushing your jaw up with his thumb, the same hand still wrapped tightly around your throat as he brought his head down, his breath hot against your neck. He sucked and kissed around your scent glands, breathing you in, licking at your sweet spot. “Fuck, you taste so good, yawne. Everywhere, every bit of you. Your skin.. your lips.. your tight, wet cunt. Just can’t get enough of you, you know that?” He murmurs into your skin, covering your neck in his saliva.

You pant against him, feeling your vision get drowsy as your arousal grows and you moan helplessly against him. He finally takes his hand off your throat, instead running it through your hair as he grazes his teeth along your shoulder. “Nete.. Nete, I’m s-so close” You whimper, scratching your nails down his back. He grins at your whiney voice, loving the way you grasped onto him, the way your body trembled under him at every touch.

“mmm fuck, cum around my dick, princess. let me feel it, hm?” He sat up, grabbing your hips as he began rutting into you like an animal, violently fast and bringing his hand down to rub at your clit, abusing your cunt as he looked down at your twisted expression. Your jaw dropped in a silent gasp, gripping the pillows above you as your back arches, screaming out his name as you finally came undone.

“Fuck, such a good girl.” He groaned, bending down and holding you close to him as he fucked you deeper now, thrusting the entirety of his cock into you as he sunk his fangs straight into the crook of your neck. “Neteyam!” You squealed, throwing your head back in pleasure and crying out as you felt the pulsing of his cock inside of you. “‘m gonna cum, princess, fuck. you’re gonna make me cum” He whined, licking at the imprints of his sharp teeth in your neck.

“do it.. do it, in me, Teyam, please. Please” You beg, tugging lightly on his braids. He knows you’re not thinking straight, that it’s all just your heat talking. But he refuses to stop now, his own rut was clouding any bit of sense he had left in him as he nodded quickly at you. “you gonna take me, baby? all of me?” He moaned, caging your head with his arms as he kept looking down at you, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “yes! mhm!” you clench around him again, desperate to have him finish. He hisses at the tightness, moaning before finally spilling inside of you.

You hold him to your chest, your hands shaky as you pet his hair soothingly, relaxing from the feel of his weight on you. “I love you” you whispered in his ear, resting your cheek on top of his head. He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

[askinkiskarma]

stepbro!netayam x reader???

this did something to me, ngl. hope you enjoy anonnie.

Neteyam and reader are aged up. minors dni! 🔞

Warnings: stepcest, strong language, mentions of smut, cursing, blood, violence

wc: 850 words

⤷ stepbro!neteyam would be so good at hiding his true feelings and intentions, as he has had to do with every other aspect of his being. he would give you fleeting looks, and lingering stares when no one is looking, and hope they couldn't see the hunger and desire in them, that no one could smell it in the way precum stained the loincloths that he now had to change every fucking day.

⤷ stepbro!neteyam would let moans of your name slip past his gritted teeth as he wraps his fingers around his thick cock, pumping himself harder, faster, thinking of your frilly loincloths and your beaded tops that left very little to the imagination, and how he would die and kill to rip off of you, how he aches to bend you over his father's desk and do to you what he was doing to his hands. with you in mind, and the thought of you, sprawled like that, your cunt fully on display for him, whining and writing as he rutted into you, it takes no time to for him to come, thick spurts of iridescent cum dripping down his fingers.

⤷ stepbro!neteyam would let out his anger and frustrations with the situation by bloodying and bruising anyone who dared get too close to his beloved baby step sister, the only time he ever lost his precious composure. he would have no shortage of excuses for why another man ended up needing stitches and ointments in the Tsa'hik's tent.

"'teyam, why did you do that?"

"Because he gave Kiri a weird look."

"Because he called Lo'ak a freak behind his back."

"Because he's just a dick."

what he wanted to say, but couldn't, was that they all looked at you, undressing you with their heathen eyes, fantasising about scenarios that they shouldn't, that would never happen, not while he had a say in it. because you were his, and fuck it, he'd gladly go through each one of them to prove it, if he had to.

⤷ stepbro!neteyam would finally take it too far when he punched a guy that you liked, while he was running his fingers up and down your thighs at one of the clan celebrations.

the air was warm and filled with sonorous laughter and electrifying music, with faint traces of alcohol and arousal. it was mating season, and you could feel it in the air, the love, and passion, the excitement and fervour overtaking the young Na'vi. you were not immune to it, and definitely not right now, as Luanu, one of the most well-respected warriors in the clan, who also happened to be gorgeous and obviously into you, was touching you, his fingers progressively further up your thigh, and you hoped he wouldn't stop, that nobody would come and interrupt, at least not until you did. he wasn't your first choice of someone you wanted to fuck you senseless, but he'd have to do, since you very well couldn't have him.

the him that was now standing in front of you, fangs bared and shaking his fist furiously in the air, Luanu's blood on his knuckles matching the one currently splattered on your face from the force of the blow.

"what the actual fuck, Neteyam? are you out of your mind?"

he didn't answer you as he pulled you forcefully away from the crowd, not until you reached a secluded part of the home tree, not until he pushed you back, your back getting scratched painfully against the rough bark.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? acting like a slut for everyone to see, for our parents to see?"

"you need to lighten up, teyam. it's a celebration. the beginning of mating season, no less. there's no harm in a having a little fun while we're at it."

his eyes were wild and feral, his lips curled in a snarl as he approached you, until his breath was fanning over your ears, his voice barely above a whisper.

"sis, if you wanted a little fun, you don't go to grunts like Luanu. you come to me."

his tongue licked a stripe from you collarbone to behind your ears, and you shuddered, slick pooling in your tewng, cunt throbbing in need. you've imagined Neteyam fucking you for so long. it was so immoral, so wrong, and you didn't know whether you were more shocked, scared or eager that your wildest dreams were now manifesting themselves in front of your eyes.

his nose scrunched up, inhaling, and he smirked at what he sensed.

"little sis, already dripping for me, huh? i have wanted to feel your tight little cunt around my cock for so long, and you're saying I could have had it all this time? that you wanted it, too?"

you said nothing as your breath laboured and your eyes closed, just letting his words pierce through you, allowing them to wash over you, allowing them to float around you, filling you with need and deep, deep craving.

"you have to use your words, pretty girl. do you want your step bro to fuck you dumb?"

"fuck, yeah."

tewng - loincloth

maybe part 2? maybe not? 👀

taglist: @fanboyluvr

[pandorxxx]

Return to sender

Lo’ak (18) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, slight choking, praise kink, cursing, squirting, blood, soft-dom lo’ak.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” You shouted angrily, as you stood in-front of your mate, devastated at the favor he asked you.

“Listen, I don’t feel any better about this than you do. I just feel bad, it is his first rut, and he is suffering.” Neteyam gestured calmly, as he started getting choked up from his own tears. Your gaze softened when you saw neteyam’s eyes, tears threatening to fall. You sighed loudly as you looked to the ground.

“H-how bad is he?” You asked hesitantly, trailing back up to meet his gaze.

“Really bad. Worst than I was. Every time I visit him, he’s curled into a ball on the floor. He refuses to eat or drink anything, and that is not good.” Neteyam explained, running his hands through his braids nervously. You hated that this was affecting Neteyam so much, and you also hated that lo’ak had to go through this alone. You hesitated, but finally spoke.

“So, you want me to calm him? Does lo’ak know about this plan?” You asked, searching for Neteyams eye contact.

“He knows. He’s waiting for you.” Neteyam muttered. Those words made your heart rate skyrocket.

He’s waiting for you…

As in he’s ready to pounce on you with no mercy. You remembered how aggressive Neteyam was during his first rut, but Neteyam said that lo’ak was worse than him. What did that mean for you? Would Neteyam even want you back when he sees your bruised and battered body? Would he still love you the same?

“I will do this for you, so do not look at me different when I’ve only done what you’ve asked.” You say sternly, pointing your finger in his direction. He looked at you in utter confusion, walking over to you.

“I would never look at you different. You are my one and only.” He confessed softly, caressing your cheek. You smiled up at him, melting into his warm touch.

“Let’s get it done.” You nodded, holding out your hand for him to take it. You two walked out of your hut, making your way to lo’ak.

You finally make it to his hut. Your ears perked, and eyes dilated from his strong scent. It was enticing, addictive. Neteyam turned to you, grabbing your hands.

“Ok, before we go in there, I want to ask you again. Are you ok with this?” He asked, searching for any doubt in your eyes. You looked into his eyes, squeezing his hands.

“I will be fine. I must help him.” You said in a reassuring tone, before walking towards the door. You opened it, and to your surprise he was tied to the wall. Lo’ak was completely delirious, muttering complete gibberish. He was sweating profusely as he panted loudly. His braids hung in-front of his face, almost hiding his glowing red eyes.

You gulped loudly, looking back at Neteyam. He was much worse than yesterday. Neteyam noticed lo’aks bloody wrists, most likely from trying so desperately to escape the restraints. Neteyam was starting to get worried for you, but he put his pride aside for lo’ak.

“l-lo’ak? It’s me, y/n.” You spoke nervously, walking over to him. You kneeled in-front of him, pushing his hair out of his face as you lifted his chin. Lo’ak finally looked at you, smiling loosely as his heart rate started to pick up.

“Hi sweetheart, it’s me. I’m here to help you, ok?” You smiled, tears blurring your vision as you watched him suffer. You felt so bad for him, he looked completely exhausted.

“T-thank you.” He cried, lip quivering from the pain he was feeling. You nodded at him, looking back at Neteyam.

“I got him, you go.” You smiled, shooing Neteyam off. Neteyam was devastated, giving his mate away like he did. He walk towards the door, looking back at you one more time before shutting the door behind him.

“What do you need me to do? Do you want me to untie you?” You asked, sitting on your knees in-front of lo’ak. He scanned your body, before looking up at you.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you. It is better to keep me tied.” He growled, hanging his head back down. You sighed, trailing his body before getting a glimpse of his loincloth; completely soaked in his own cum as his bulge pulsated through the material. You looked back up to his limp head.

“Don’t be ridiculous, your wrists are bleeding.” You explained, going to untie his left wrist gently. He whined the entire time, as his arms shook from the sharp pain. You finally got it a-loose, guiding his arm to the ground. You grabbed the damp cloth next to you, gently wiping the blood away. He winced in pain, staring at you with tears in his eyes.

“I know it hurts, but I have to clean it.” You stated, dipping the cloth in the bucket of water, repeating the previous action. You held his large hand in yours, bringing it to your heart as you prayed to the great mother, asking her to help lo’ak through this. He watched you intently, feeling your heartbeat on the back of his hand. He turned his hand in your grasp, placing his palm on your large breast. He trailed his hand down to your loincloth, pulling you onto his lap by the band. You were now straddling him. You were surprised by his gentleness, as he pulled you closer by your lower back.

“I-I can’t take this anymore, y/n. I’m sorry that it had to come to this.” He cried, leaning his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, caressing his head as you rocked him back and forth.

“Do not apologize for this. I love you, lo’ak. I will help in any way I can.” You confessed in a shaky tone as a single tear fell from your eye. He looked up at you, eyes wet from crying.

“I will be as gentle as I can, I promise.” He nodded his head at you frantically. You nodded with him, wiping his tears away.

“I know. And if you can’t be gentle, that is ok too.” You stated, going to untie his right wrist.

“No, I’m ok for right now.” He muttered, tapping your back. You slowly pulled away from his tied arm, nodding in agreement.

“Just umm, untie this, please?” He asked softly, looking down at his loincloth, and back up at you. You smiled before placing your hand on the band. He gasped loudly, trying to scoot back from your touch.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked, pulling your hands back slightly. He sighed, shaking his head.

“No, I’m just a-little sensitive right now.” He chuckled breathlessly, before shifting his hips underneath you. You felt his cock rubbing against your clit, making you gasp slightly. You almost felt bad for enjoying that subtle movement.

“o-ok, I’ll go slow.” You smiled, untying his loincloth gently, letting his cock spring up, hitting the bottom band of your top. His cock was heavy against your stomach, as the tip oozed precum. You didn’t really have to worry about adjusting to him, as he was about the same size as Neteyam, but he was a-little thicker.

“Listen, go at your pace. I-I don’t want to hur-” you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips.

“I’m going to handle you. Don’t worry, ok?” You licked your lips, looking deep into his eyes. The fire in him started to ignite, as he pulled you closer, kissing you passionately. You melted into the kiss, biting his lip as you moaned in his mouth. He untied your loincloth with his free hand, sliding it off of you and throwing it to the corner. He pulled you closer by your lower back, thrusting up between your folds. He pulled away from the kiss as he tried to regain his breath.

“I need you, now.” He growled, lifting your ass up with one arm, slamming you down onto him. You let out a loud moan, feeling his swollen tip brush against your sweet spot. He whimpered loudly, throwing his head back on the wall.

“Do you want me to move, or do you need a minute.” You asked softly as you watched him cry out in pleasure.

“C-can you hold me? Please?” He whined through shaky breaths as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes widened at his request, but you nodded, pulling him into your chest.

“Just go slow first. Please?” He whimpered into your breasts as he held your back tightly. You caressed his head as you started bouncing slowly. His cries became louder, but muffled in your chest. Your eyes rolled in agonizing pleasure. You were trying to go slow for him, but you couldn’t take the torture.

“C-can I- ugh- speed up?” You asked in between moans. He nodded in your chest, tapping your back to give you permission. With that, you sped up the pace.

“Fuck yes, y/n!” He muttered, finally throwing his head back as his eyes shut tightly. You held onto his shoulder to give you leverage as you whined your hips into his. His rut officially took over as he started thrusting into you hard. He grabbed your neck to push you down into him.

“You feel sooo fucking good.” He growled, watching his pelvis slap into yours with every stroke. You couldn’t help the way he was making you feel, it was almost euphoric.

“Mhmm yes yes yes! Just like that, don’t stop!” You moaned, placing your hand on top of his. He hit your sweet spot one good time making your mouth fly opened. All that could be heard was squelching sounds from each thrust.

“You like when I fuck you like that, baby?” He growled, kissing your bottom lip. You nodded wildly, trying to gain your voice back. You finally gasped out loud, trying your best to catch your breath. Something took over you and before you knew it, you were bouncing on him at the speed of light.

“Shittt, y/n! You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl!” He moaned, slapping your ass as he watched your breast jump with every bounce in his lap. You noticed that he was just staring at them, hungrily.

“Mhmm, do you wanna see?” You moaned, untying your top. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips, desperately waiting for your breast to burst out. You finally got it a-loose, taking it off seductively before throwing it towards the corner. His hand released your neck, trailing down to your plump breast as he massaged it. You slowed down your pace, rocking back and forth into him.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” He whined, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Yes! Cum for me!” You whimpered breathlessly as you chased your own orgasm. His head went back, as his cock twitched inside you. He couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Ohh fuck, get up! get up!” He yelled, thrusting up to get you off of him. You held his shoulders, riding him faster.

“No, go ahead. It’s -ahh- it’s fine.” You nodded, reassuring him that he could fill you up. You felt your muscles tense, signaling that your orgasm was near.

“Ahhhh yes!” Lo’ak growled loudly, pumping his seed into you. It felt so good that you came undone yourself, cum oozing from your sweet walls onto his shaft.

“Shit shit shit!” You cried, twitching on top of him. He fell into your chest, thrusting into you ever so often to keep as much of his cum in you as possible.

“A little better?” You asked him, hugging him close to your heart. He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly, nuzzling his head in your breasts. He nodded weakly before pulling back to look at you.

“I-I think you can untie my other arm now.” He winced, pulling at the restraints lightly.

“No, no do not pull at it. Let me help you.” You smiled, reaching up to untie him. His gaze was locked on your breast as they gently rubbed across his face. He pecked before kissing them passionately. You let him continue as you still untied the tight knot around his wrist.

“They’re so pretty, y/n.” He muttered, creating hickeys next to your nipples. You finally got his hand untied, making him unlatch from you and cry in pain.

“I know, sweetheart. Just let me wipe your wrist clean.” You stated, grabbing the damp cloth, rubbing his wrist gently. The room fell silent for a moment as lo’ak watched you wipe his blood clean. He knew it was wrong, but he was slowly falling for you. You were taking such good care of him in all aspects. It made his heart ache, knowing that he couldn’t truly have you. You glanced up at him, catching his eye contact.

“How do you feel?” You asked nicely, kissing his knuckles. “I feel like I could go another round.” He growled, sliding his hand up to your waist.

You chuckled, nodding softly.“Then that’s what we’ll do. How do you want me?” You tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. His ears perked up at your sweet voice.

How do you want me? Replayed in his head as his chest started to rise and fall rapidly. He stood up with you in his arms. He let you down gently, guiding you into the wall. He sandwiched you in, slapping his cock on your ass. He bent down to your ear, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“I wanna thank you for helping me out, y/n. You’re doing so fucking good, taking such good care of me.” He whispered, fangs grazing your neck as he took a bite. Blood started trickling down your back, gliding across the humps and curves of your body. You gasped loudly as you felt him go down to lick you clean, bottom to top.

He came back up to your ear, grabbing your neck from behind. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but I can’t help it anymore.” He sighed in your ear, sliding his cock into you slowly. You clung to the wall, overwhelmed by the full sensation. He engulfed your hand with his, sliding it into a fist as he pounded into you. The sound of skin clapping and moaning took over the room.

“I-I hope that this doesn’t sou-mmm - sound ridiculous.” He started breathlessly as he rutted into you relentlessly.

“b-but I want this forever.” He moaned in your ear before licking it. Your eyes widened at his confession. You shook your head lazily, whimpering from the pleasure.

“N-no, you do not know what you are saying.” You spoke breathlessly as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. He turned you towards him, picking you up by your thighs before sliding into you once more.

“I know exactly what I’m saying, and somewhere deep down…” he started, sliding his hand down your breasts. “You want this too. I can tell by how your body submits to my touch.” He whispered sliding down to your waist, bouncing you up and down. You bit your lip, throwing your head back on the wall. A part of you wanted this, and you hated that. Lo’ak knew how to talk to you, how to hold you, how to fuck you right. His mind was crystal clear even in the deep fog of his rut.

“Don’t hold back, y/n. I wanna hear you scream my fucking name.” He whispered, thrusting into you hard. He attached his lips to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You were trying to suppress your pleasure-filled outbursts out of respect for Neteyam, but lo’ak was killing you slowly.

“Mmm I-I can’t!” You whined as tears rolled down your face. He sped up the pace, trying to get you to talk to him.

“Yes you can, tell me what you wanna say. This is our only chance, y/n.” He moaned, kissing your bruises as he glared into your eyes.

“Lo‘ak I-l!” You shouted, feeling the knot in your stomach unraveling. He rutted into you fast, shaking the hut with all of his movement.

“Yes, y/n! Just fucking say it baby!” He grunted, placing his forehead on yours. You didn’t want to say it, but your body was taking over.

“I LOVE YOU, LO’AK!” you screamed, shaking uncontrollably in his arms as you squirted all over him. He nodded in pleasure, watching you come undone on him.

“Fuck, baby I love you too!” He growled, engaging in a salacious kiss, as he came deep inside of you. He moaned into the kiss, pumping into you occasionally. He pulled back from the kiss, staring straight into your eyes. You watched his gaze soften, as his eyes returned to normal. He trailed your body, looking at the damage he caused. It wasn’t nearly as much as Neteyam caused, and you appreciated that lo’ak took it easy on you, even in his state.

His head hung low in disappointment for hurting you. “Y/n i-“ you stopped him with a peck on the lips before pulling back.

“You did not hurt me. You were as gentle as you could possibly be, and I appreciate that.” You smiled looking down at the connection that you two had created. He looked down as well, watching his cum seep out while his cock was still inside of you.

“I-I’m sorry, let me put you do-” he started before you cut him off again, pulling him closer.

“w-wait! I-I umm…you told me that you wanted this forever. I just-I…” you stumbled on your words nervously, hesitating to look up at him. He chuckled, grabbing your chin.

“I meant what I said. Us being together is impossible, and I know that. I-I just wished that I’d met you first. Maybe things would be different.” He confessed, gazing into your doughy eyes. You started to get choked up, almost feeling the same way. You sighed, grabbing his hand lightly, gazing at it before speaking hesitantly.

“Lo’ak, I-… I see you.” You confessed between shaky breaths, feeling tears well in your eyes. His gaze softened as he smiled at you softly. He kissed you again, thrusting into your softly.

For the next day, you helped him throughout his rut. You were the only one that got him to eat and drink water. He would clean you and himself between rounds, and tend to your wounds. After the storm finally cleared, he dressed you, as you did him.

“How do you feel?” You asked, tying his loincloth on him. He watched you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“Better. Thank you, y/n.” He smiled, meeting your gaze. You blushed as you finished tying his loincloth.

The door flew opened, startling you both. Neteyam stood in the doorway, eager to take you back home.

“You look better, baby bro!” Neteyam smiled, walking towards you two. He gazed down at your body, seeing the bruises and marks that lo’ak left on you. It made his heart sink, knowing that those marks weren’t from him. He shook his head lightly, snapping himself out of the self inflicted jealousy.

“Well, let’s take you home and get you cleaned up.” He scanned your body once more before meeting your hesitant gaze.

“Don’t worry, I already did.” Lo’ak butted in, smiling at you softly. You threw your head down, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh ok, good! Did you eat y/n?” Neteyam asked again, pulling you close by your shoulder.

“Lo’ak and I ate together this morning.” You muttered, meeting lo’aks soft gaze again. Neteyam watched you two talk through eye contact, and it made his stomach churn. His worst fear was becoming a reality. He was so worried about lo’ak that he didn’t even think about the fact that…

You two could fall in love.

Idk why this literally took me all day to write but here it is. Ummm I kinda like it, it’s super cuteeee. As always, love y’all to death, and I’ll see y’all soon❤️🫶🏽

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[luvv4j4ybe11]

could you maybe write something where reader was previously human but now is an avatar but she doesn’t know about heat, kind of like what Blue-Slxt wrote with Neteyam but with Lo’ak:3 (sorry if you don’t understand this is my first time requesting anything and i’m still practicing english)

PHEW OK!!, I’ll try my best, baby.

Warnings: p n v, a/b/o elements, dom!loak, sub!reader, heat and rut cycle, breeding kink, Dacryphilla, lo’ak marks reader ALOT, scent kink, swearing, fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink (if you squint), praise, slight degradation, choking (again, if you squint), squirting, rough sex, aged up!lo’ak, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy, my love<3

Translation: “Mawey, ma’muntxate”- “be calm, my mate.”, “Oe omum, sevin ‘evenge,Oe omum” - “I know, pretty girl, I know.”

When you first got your avatar, excited doesn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. You were finally able to be with your mate, without wearing that annoying mask or always trailing behind him because of his long, confident strides.

You could run faster, climb faster, react faster. You were finally one of the people.

You just wished they had told you about this, though.

The excruciating pain you felt deep in your core, the hot, itchy feeling of needing to be filled to the brim becoming more and more difficult to handle.

You don’t even remember how you ended up on the floor of your hut, or how why the basket of fruits was spilled on the floor, but that didn’t matter. You needed lo’ak.

You crawl over to you and lo’aks bed before climbing on, flopping onto your pillows weakly and tearing your loincloth off, shoving two fingers inside of you with ease.

It’s not enough.

The stretch is nice, but it’s not lo’aks cock stretching you out. You frustratedly pound and curl your fingers into your leaking cunt, searching for a pace that helps you the most.

You huff and whine as you pound at your pussy relentlessly, not satisfied with any pace you experiment with.

Frantically you reach up to your neck, pressing the button on the throat com that was only for you and lo’ak.

“Lo’ak..” you sound weak, as if words are heavy on your tounge.

there’s silence at first, so you go to speak again, but then you hear, “yeah, mama? Are you ok?” He asks, slight panic rushing through him when he hears silence on the other side.

“I need you to..” you take a short breath to hold back the guttural scream you wanted to let out because of the pain. “I need you to come home.” You ask breathlessly, the request makes him already say his goodbyes to his family and damn near sprint towards your hut.

“I’m coming, mama, ok? Just breathe. It’s gonna be alright.” He says softly, a feeling of sadness swirling through his chest at the idea of what you could be going through. And he wasn’t with you.

His voice makes your pace turn more frantic and desperate, soft moans leaving your plush lips, but the second the line goes dead, you groan frustratedly. Pace turning back to what it was before.

The overpowering yet addicting smell loak is hit with when he opens the makeshift door to your hut tells him all that he needed to know, the sight in front of him just proving as more evidence that you were going through your first heat.

The pathetic display in front of him makes a perverted smirk adorn his features, he knew how much pain you were in, and yes he felt fucking horrible because of it, but it was just adorable to watch you shove three fingers into your desperate cunt. All your little frustrated moans, whines, and whimpers made him almost wanna sit in front of you and just watch you, until you were begging for him to do something, anything.

But he wasn’t going to do that. Not today, at least.

He walks over to the bed and sits next to you, gently taking your fingers out of your soaked hole and replacing them with his own, erupting a loud moan from you. “Shsh, babygirl. It’s ok, lemme take care of you, yeah?” He says with a small smile of his face, but his tone was husky and lust filled, just the sound of it had you whimpering pathetically.

You chose to respond with a lazy nod to his words as you tug at his cumberbund, urging him to get closer to you. A little giggle can be heard from lo’ak before he obliges to your request, getting on top of you slowly; peppering all kinds of kisses and bruises in his wake before kissing you passionately.

His lips slide between yours in a perfect harmony, one that makes the burning in your core more unbearable.

Soft moans can be heard from you, and even softer ones from your mate, but you easily picked up on them with the help of your heat. The sound of his noises was enough for you to already feel the knot in your stomach get tighter, instinctively making you wrap your legs around his hips, pressing his body into you more and pressing his fingers even deeper into you.

You nip at his lip roughly, pulling a loud growl from him before he pulls away from you. The sight below him is one he wants to paint in his mind for eternity; your lips were all puffy and raw, face covered in a light purple blush, skin glistening with a layer of sweat, and, fuck..your eyes..they were a completely different shade than their natural color, instead now a dark orange rather than their usual lively green. You looked utterly breathtaking to him.

He leans down to press a quick, loving kiss to your lips before he journeys down the valley of your body; going from your neck, to your chest,making sure to pinch and nip at the hardened buds till he feels his work is done, and when he decides that it is he continues his adventure down until he’s face to face with your glistening cunt.

Just the sight of your pussy splayed out for him like this has his body hot with desire and arousal. A damn near animalistic growl leaving him as he uses his pointer and middle fingers to part your folds, an effortless trail of slick dripping onto his fingers.

You squirm slightly when you feel him part your folds, shallow breaths being blown onto the sensitive flesh, emitting a blissful whimper from you as you reach down to squeeze his free hand for some type of relief. “Fuck, mama…you’re soaked,” his baritone and his remark pulled you out of your haze momentarily, looking down to be met with the huge puddle of your arousal on the bed below you. Shit. You really were soaked.

You only had the chance to feel slightly embarrassed before another wave of pain punched through your core, making you whimper loudly before turning your attention to your mate. “Lo’ak, please! Need you s’bad..” you cried, wrapping a dainty hand around his wrist before grinding into his hand shamelessly.

Lo’ak briefly lets himself be hypnotized by your incoherent stare before snapping out of it, pinning both of your wrists with his hand and wrapping his other around your hip.

“Enough. Lemme help you, yeah? Can you be good for me and let me play with you?” He asked through a thick tone of lust, but It came out as more of a demand than a question. Nevertheless, you obeyed to his request because you wanted to be good for him.

A soft hum of approval came from him before he finally wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves before licking a bold stripe up your pussy. The sensation has you on cloud nine, already hurdling towards the edge once you feel him slide his skilled tongue into your greedy hole, curling it upwards to press against your sweet spot. Making you see stars instantly as loud streams of moans and whimpers left your plush lips.

“Don’t cum, mama. Not yet.” He insisted, now letting your wrist go to lay his hand flat on your stomach. If you could furrow your brows at him, you would. There’s no way you could hold it, not with how over sensitive your heat was making you.

Before you could open your mouth to protest, you’re interrupted by his finger nudging itself inside of you, the length of it now pressing directly against your sweet spot. You knew the coil in your stomach was seconds away from snapping, and so did he. “Lo’ak! Please, I can’t hold it..needa cum s’bad..please!,” you beg, a soft pout on your face when you feel him pull his finger out of you.

Lo’ak smirks at your bratty expression before leaving a sweet kiss to your clit, “Nope. Not yet, mama.” He coos, kissing your clit a few more times before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking softly, making a loud moan leave your lips and a broken plea for him to speed up, to which he denies. He knew that if he were to make you cum now, you’d be ready to go in a matter of seconds. So he wanted to drag it out longer, instead turning those seconds into minutes.

With his hands all over you, combined with his addictingly earthy scent, you knew it wouldn’t take much to get you close again. And sure enough, with just a little more flicks and sucks of your clit, you felt yourself getting closer to letting go.

Lo’ak didn’t even have to ask if you were close, he read you like a book. Which is why he didn’t stop his movements, if anything he increased them.

The sensation was enough to have you shaking, already a mess for him just from some little licks. “Fuck!~ please, lolo! Can I cum? I~ah~I wanna..please..” you babble, brain turning into goo once his tounge slides inside of you, emitting an almost pornographic moan from you. You’re thanking your lucky stars now that your hut is the furthest away from the village.

He taps your thigh lightly, signaling that you can let go as he whispers a sweet “you can cum now, ok mama? Need you to be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my face,” The huskiness in his voice combined with the possessiveness that radiated off of him had you coming undone in a matter of seconds, painting his face with your arousal shamelessly.

He doesn’t let up though, still eagerly sucking and lapping up your juices until you’re begging him to let up. And he does of course, because how could he ever deny you.

You wrap your hands around the sides of his face to pull him into a sloppy yet passionate kiss, moaning lewdly in his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Wrapping your legs around him, you press his clothed bulge into your cunt, silently urging for him to slide inside of you. He groans into the kiss when he feels your puffy folds rub against his clothed cock, instinctively bucking his hips into you as he pulls away from the kiss so he can look at your eyes. “You sure you’re ready for me, mama?” He asks calmly, but his body said everything he wasn’t.

You nod your head feverishly, responding with a breathless, “fuck, yes lolo, I need it. I need you inside of me, now.” The way those words fell off of your tongue so effortlessly had his cock twitching rapidly, instinctively making you grind into him.

With one last glance of confirmation, he leans in to give you a tender kiss as he hurriedly unties his loincloth. The burning in your core has tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, making you claw at lo’aks broad shoulders and let out a plea of, “Babyboy, please..it hurts so bad.” To which lo’ak responds by cupping your face gently, letting out a soft coo of, “Oe omum, sevin ‘evenge,Oe omum…gonna~mhm, fuck..~make it better, ok?,” as he slides his bulbous tip into your leaking hole.

A small shriek comes from you when he presses his tip inside of you, you’ve had sex before, yes, but the stretch is something you’ll never get used to. By the time he’s halfway in you swear you can feel him in your stomach, making you cry out as he twitches inside of you. “Mawey, ma’muntxate..you’re doing so well for me. Just need you to relax and breathe for me ok?” He consoles, trying his best to focus on his own breathing the more you clench around him.

His words soothe you slightly, letting him slide the rest of himself inside of you with ease. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and he was only halfway in. He was so close to being buried so deeply inside of you, you swear you were spraining from it. The burning sensation in your core was bubbling up the more he eased inside of you, and now that he was finally pressed against your gummy walls you felt like fresh water was thrown onto you.

But it still wasn’t enough, you needed to feel fuller, needed him to spill his hot, sticky cum inside of you until you tasted it on your tongue.

“Mama, You alri-“

“Move.” Is all you mutter to him before you wrap your tail around his waist, urging him to set a relentless pace. And he gets the memo quickly, pounding at your over sensitive cunt relentlessly as he wraps his free hand around your throat gently, the other wrapped around your hip so tight you knew there was going to be a bruise on it.

The pace has you seeing stars, wrapping your legs around him firmly to get him closer inside of you, but that was stopped by him throwing your legs over his shoulders effortlessly. Folding you in half under his hulking frame as if you weigh nothing.

“Stay still. Don’t make you tell you again.” He demanded through a thick growl, and you swear you saw his eyes change color; going from green to a deep shade of red before going back to normal. It made you shudder, he was practically dripping in dominance and you were craving more of it. Especially with the way he’s slamming into that sensitive spongy heat relentlessly, making all kinds of moans and whimpers spill from your lips.

The unraveling of coil in your stomach gets more and more unbearable with each one of his brutal, yet particular, thrust. Causing all kinds of pleas and yelps to slip from your mouth, hoping your mate would understand your babbling. “Wanna cum, mama? Shit..can’t tell by the way this cute little pussy is squeezing me. Almost like she doesn’t want me to pull out…is that right, baby? You want me to fill this greedy pussy up till it takes?” You nod incoherently, body shuddering from the idea of lo’ak stuffing you full with his cum.

He knew his words were only gonna make your orgasm even more intense, and make the next one subside slowly, but he couldn’t help it. You just look so adorable all drunk and needy on his cock. How could he not spur you (and honestly himself) on more by promising to breed you?

You grip onto his biceps hard enough to leave bruises, using your hold on him as an anchor as you come undone with a long moan, tears spilling down your face from the intensity of it. “Awhh, already crying, mama?- ah fuck-Such a sensitive girl, i make you cum once and you’re already a mess. My poor girl..” He teases with a fake sympathy in his tone. His words make you whimper pathetically, more tears spilling over your eyes when he doesn’t stop pounding at your raw pussy.

“Lo’ak..i-i-mhm!~..ca-n’t..wanna…” you didn’t even know if he understood what you were saying, hell, you didn’t even understand it. But the soft chuckle that came from him told you everything you needed to know. “I know,princess. You’re being such a good girl for me, you know that? So fucking-mhm~ tight and warm for me. So perfect,” he grunted, the grip on your waist tightening the sloppier his thrust got. You whine in response to his soft praises, tugging him in by his biceps so he can get somehow closer to you.

He swear he could feel his heart ache at the sight of your needy, fucked out expression and the sensation of your soft, warm walls clamping down onto him makes him groan lowly, cock twitching inside of you the closer he gets. “Gonna..gonna put a baby in you, ok mama? Gonna look so..fuck-..so pretty all swollen with my baby in you.” He mumbles before cumming inside of you with a guttural growl, triggering you to soak his cock and lower abdomen as you come undone once again.

The thick ropes of his warm cum painting your gummy walls has the pain of your heat fading away, untill it eventually turns into nothing. For now.

Quiet whimpers and moans turn into heavy breaths once you come down from your high, but lo’ak was still rutting into your slick walls. Instinctively, you try to push away from the overstimulation, but that was stopped by the iron grip on your hip and the aggressive hiss that came from your mate.

His eyes were now a deep shade of red, and his body was on fire. The heat combined with his addicting pheromones triggered the second wave of your heat.

“Lo- wa-ah!-wait! Slow down please, babyb-“

“Hush. Let me use your precious little cunt. And If you’re good for me, I’ll knot you. Sound good?” He told you as he flipped you over so you were now on your hands and knees, wasting no time to situate himself back inside of you so he can continue ramming into your silky pussy. Your body submitting to him effortlessly as he angels your hips so he can ram into your sweet spot deeper.

Even though the haze of your heat, you knew this was going to be a long night.

A/N~ this ask has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHSSSS so I’m so sorry to the nonnie who sent this in, I promise I wasn’t ignoring you, boo. Also this turned out way longer than I expected, at least it’s smth😚 I hope you enjoyed this, nonnie!. Stay safe and stay hydrated, babies. I love you all endlessly.

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[neteyamssyulang]

★ The Chase ★

★ 800 Follower Special ★

★ Pairing: So’lek x Fem human reader x Eetu x Neteyam aged up ★

★ Summary: With the 3 males in rut, you were unfortunately caught in the middle of it.

★ Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Dom So’lek, Dom Eetu, Sub reader, Jealous males fighting over you, P in V, Mentions of knotting, Slight dub-con?.

★ Word count: 1,361 ★

★ Tramslation(s): Tawtute -> Human, Paskalin -> Honey, Kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Makrr txanfwìngtu -> Later losers, Yawntutsyìp -> Darling,

★ Taglist: @tallulah477 @quicktosimp @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction @loaksulluyswife @kia-wolfie @tallulah477 @kariz-stark

"Simple, whoever gets to her first, can knot and pump her full."

Those were the only words that raced through your mind as you ran through the forest, you knew they were close, knew it was only a big game for them as the taunting started, "Can't run forever little tawtute!" So'lek shouted somewhere off to your left, "Cmon baby, just one little taste" Eetu chuckled, off to your right.

Too busy trying to figure out where the third person was, you ran into a hard chest, falling back onto your ass. When your gaze lifted your heart dropped, Oh shit- he was standing right there in front of you, completely unfazed by the look of fear on your face. His eyes were dark and he had a mischievous smile on his face.

Slowly he crouched down till he was at eye level with you,"Gotcha paskalin" he smirked.

Immediately you backed away but were met a pair of long legs blocking your path, gulping you looked up to see Eetu standing there grinning. "Hey baby, thought you could get away huh?"

Neteyam hissed "Back off man! I got to her first!" He pushed Eetu back who growled, his tail thrashing behind him. Before he had a chance to say something back, So'lek appeared snatching you up "While you two bicker, I think I'll just take her and go"

So'lek took off running as the other males ran after him "Bro she's mine!" Neteyam shouted, "No she's mine! You kalweyaveng!" Eetu retorted, shoving Neteyam into the nearest tree.

Eywa help you right now, for these men were going to be the literal death of you.

Luckily So'lek had somehow managed to lose the other males, unlucky for you though since now your back was flush against the forest floor with him above you, rutting into your tight pussy like his life depended on it, his ears twitching at the beautiful moans leaving your mouth.

Your nails scratched at his biceps as he left wet sloppy kisses along your neck "So tight, so perfect.." he murmured in your ear.

His left hand stayed by your head holding himself up while his right traveled down your stomach, he stopped when he felt the buldge prodding against your tummy, a smirk plastering on his face "Feel that tawtute?"

When you didn't answer, too fucked out to really register anything he pushed down on it. Your eyes rolled back and a scream left your lips as you gushed all over his cock. So'lek grunted feeling your tight walls convulsing around him.

Your eyes finally fluttered open only to see four pairs of golden orbs staring at you and So'lek from the darkness "S-so'le- ah!" You whined feeling his fangs sink into the flesh on your neck, his pace quickening.

You could feel his thick, veiny knot prodding at your hole begging to be let in. Before he could knot you though, a clap sounded to the side of you both.

A deep growl rumbled through So'lek as he unlatched from your neck turning his head to face Eetu "Sooo, what? You thought we wouldn't find you?" He scoffed.

So'lek hissed, flashing his fangs "She is mi" "Until she's knotted she is free game " Eetu interrupted.

Neteyam finally emerged from the darkness quickly snatching you from under So'lek, taking off back towards the village "Makrr txanfwìngtu" he laughed.

You both got pretty far before Neteyam couldn't wait any longer, he pushed you up against a nearby tree, pulled his tewng to the side and slammed into you starting a rough pace.

"Ne-nete!" You mewled clawing at his back, he groaned angling his hips so that with every thrust, he hit your sweet spot. "Your mine y/n, do.you.understand?" Each word punctuated with a semi harsh thrust.

"Yes! Fuck! Please Neteyam!" You sobbed feeling your climax approaching, Neteyam moaned feeling your walls clench around him, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, scenting you.

You didn't have to open your eyes to know Eetu was watching from the shadows, Neteyam must've known aswell by how a deep growl rumbled through his chest "Your too late Eetu, she's mine!"

Eetu only smirked walking up to you "You are not going to knot her 'mighty warrior'" , "Watch me" Neteyam hissed moving his hips faster trying to push his knot inside you.

Your mouth fell agape as your breath came out in short pants, "See that? She wants it" Neteyam chuckled breathlessly. Having enough, Eetu grabbed you while shoving Neteyam away in the process. "What the fuck?!" , "Better luck next time" Eetu shouted while taking off.

Dear eywa, please let you survive this torture.

Eetu ran till he made it back to the omaticayan village, quietly making his way towards the kelku he was staying in for the time being.

Bursting through the flaps he set you down before turning to tie them shut. Your legs wobbled a bit but you kept your balance while your arms moved to wrap around your exposed body. "E-eet-" "Save it" he hissed, turning back around to face you.

His large frame towering over you as he moved closer "Do you know how long I've waited for this yawntutsyìp?" He asked placing his left hand on your cheek, "How long I have waited to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock?", "How badly I’ve wanted to knot you" His hand now moving down to wrap around your small neck.

"Eetu please.. think about this.. you will break me if you knot me" you tried to reason with him, but he wasn't having any of that.

He let go of your neck, moving away. Slowly he untied his loincloth, letting it fall down to his feet "Come here little one" he beckoned you over with two fingers.

Shaking your head no, you chose to walk backwards instead, away from him. A loud growl rumbled through the kelku "You want to do it the hard way? Fine by me"

Eetu lunged at you, shoving you down onto the makeshift cot as he climbed ontop of you. One of his large hands wrapped around your throat while the other went to cock, guiding it to your still slick entrance.

With one swift thrust he plunged his entire length inside, coaxing out a scream from you."Fuuuck" he groaned, his eyes closing for a second to collect himself as his ears flattened against his head.

Slowly he began moving, his eyes opening only to lock onto yours. Tears pricked at your eyes threatening to fall as his pace only increased.

“Your mine, and only mine” he panted, leaning down to capture your lips with his, you could only moan in response, your nails digging into his sides.

A loud commotion sounded outside the kelku, coming closer and closer. “You aren’t knotting her she’s mine!” Neteyam hissed, pushing So’lek trying to be the first to make it to the kelku.

“I had her first! If anyone is going to knot her it’s me” he retorted, shoving Neteyam into a muddy puddle.

Eetu broke the kiss scoffing as he heard them bicker outside, he released his hold on your neck leaning up to get a good look at the mess you had become.

Your eyes were half lidded, mouth partially agape with drool running down your cheek, eywa you were so fucking gorgeous to him. But you reeked of Neteyam, leaning back down he nestled his face into the crook your neck, hoping his scent would overpower the other males.

After a few more thrusts you felt his knot poking at your entrance, your hands weakly went to his chest pushing at it “D-don’t..” you pleaded with him.

“Eetu don’t you even think about knotting her!” So’lek shouted, trying to find a way inside the kelku. “Too late for that” he grunted, forcing his knot inside, locking the two of you in place as he painted your gummy walls white.

His orgasm triggered your own, Eetu hissed feeling your walls convulsing around him, his tail instinctively wrapping around your thigh.

As you both catched your breath, he managed to roll the both of you over so that now you layed on his chest. “Rest my little human, you’ll need it” he chuckled breathlessly, rubbing your back soothingly.

[lovemyavatar]

“i want you inside me” + “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

For neteyam please💙

Neteyam x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, inexperienced Neteyam & reader, first time

Neteyam fears his heart may explode.

It’s beating so rapidly, stuttering with each beautiful, sinful noise that pours from your lips. His chest heaves as he blinks down at you, hooded eyes trailing over every inch of your face. Warmth floods your skin, following the path of his heated gaze.

It locks onto your mouth when sharp teeth catch your lower lip, and the intensity of it nearly scorches you alive.

“Nete…” His name is a breathless plea, a sound that has a low growl rumbling through his lungs. If he could hear only that—his name on your tongue like that—for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes widen in surprise, air catching in his throat as it constricts with a heavy wave of desire. The hand between your legs stills, making your back arch in protest, a needy whine fanning his face.

“Are—are you sure, sevin (pretty)?” His eyes search yours for any hesitation, any reservation that says you aren’t ready. “Once I start…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

The two of you have been together for a few months, but you’ve known each other all your lives. You’ve explored each others bodies more times than he can count, but you’ve never done that. Never brought yourselves together in such an intimate way.

He knows, deep in his heart, that once you go down this path, there’s no going back. He’ll be yours forever. He only hopes you feel the same.

The arm that holds his frame above yours begins to tremble, anticipation curling in his lower belly so fiercely his cock springs to life beneath his loincloth. It was hard before—painfully hard, and now it’s practically unbearable.

Your head bobs quickly, lips pursing into a cute pout when you think he may not give you want you want. Your arms tighten around his neck, bringing him in for a brief, searing kiss.

“I want this. I want you.” You pull away just enough for the words to brush along his lips, your voice falling to a low whimper. “Please, Nete…”

And fuck, he just changed his mind, that’s what he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

He nods frantically, shoving his loincloth down his hips with one hand, the other snaking around the side of your neck. His lips claim yours in a passionate kiss, and he swallows your desperate moans as he grips the base of his cock.

The movement is jerky, impatient when he drags his tip along your soaked folds. Your hips jump, making his lips quirk into a satisfied smirk against yours. He wants to be gentle, but he can’t wait a second longer to feel you.

As slowly as his last remaining shred of self-control will allow, he breaches your entrance. Your mouth rips away from his as your head is thrown back, both in pleasure and pain as his thick length stretches you like you’ve never felt before.

His forehead falls to your shoulder, breaths leaving him in shaky pants as his hips curl forward, engulfing himself in your sweet warmth until he bottoms out. All he can do is groan through it as your pussy spasms around him, adjusting to the new sensations.

And when your hips rut against his, a string of those breathy pleas fanning the side of his neck, there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s ruined for anyone else.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Omg i have an idea can you do like Neteyam(ofc aged up) first time losing his virginity but he wildin like it aint his first time and he lasts even longer than the reader🛐🛐

Hi baby!! I don't write for canonically underage characters! Buttt I can do this prompt with Jake when he first had sex in his new Na'vi body!!!

It's not like Jake has never had sex before. He has. It's just been a very, very long time since. That, along with the fact that he's never done it while in his new Na'vi body, has him extremely nervous.

Your pretty eyes watch his face as you kiss your way down his torso, licking the valley between his abs before you kneel on the ground before him.

Jake lets out a thick breath as you kiss his cock through his loincloth, his body alight with excitement and anxiety.

“It's okay,” you reassure him, tracing your hands up his thighs slowly until you reach the string of his loincloth. “Just relax, baby,” you soothe, undoing his loincloth and tossing it aside.

Jake's chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, his mind hazed over by his lust.

You press a soft kiss to the thick tip of his cock, wrapping a hand around him and jerking him slowly, gouging his reaction.

“Fuck,” he hisses quietly, eyes fluttering shut, his head falling back.

You smile at yourself as you lick around the head, encouraging his cock to grow harder, precum dripping from the tip. You kiss his underside before licking your way down to his balls. He shudders, groaning, and the sound sends sparks to your cunt.

You take his cock into your mouth, allowing him to slip all the way down your throat, sinking deep into you, making you gag.

Jake gasps, eyes snapping open as he glances down at you. “I wanna be inside you,” he whimpers softly as you suck your cheeks in, making his cock jolt. “'nside your pussy, please.”

You release his cock from your mouth, your eyes on his. “Are you sure?” you ask him. “We don't have to rush things, baby.”

Jake insists, “Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Alright,” you allow, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the floor. You make him sit against a tree and you remove your loincloth before climbing on his lap. His eyes are wide with awe and dark with need. His hands find your hips, softly caressing your skin there, gently squeezing you as your align your wet cunt to his throbbing cock.

You place one of your hands on the nape of his neck, softly caressing him in silent reassurance, before you lower your hips to his, allowing his cock to slide into you.

You moan softly, his thick cock forcing you open, the engorged head pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck,” Jake gasps, hips jerking. “Fuck!”

You chuckle softly, quietly, as you say, “I know, love. I know.” You press your mouth to Jake's as you begin lifting your hips and then bringing them back down, his cock twitching inside of you.

Jake groans against you, his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, his body ablaze with pleasure he hasn't felt in years and that he's missed. He's needed the feel of a warm, tight cunt around him, needed to feel pussy juices dripping down to his balls, needed to fill someone up and make them cry out in pleasure. And he's fucking ecstatic about the fact that it's you. You, his first time as a Na'vi. You, showing him the ropes. You, allowing him to be inside your perfect body.

“Goddamn,” he grunts against your mouth when your cunt clenches around him. His hips jerk up to meet yours, and little breathless moans leave your mouth with every thrust.

“Shh, shh,” you coo, placing a hand on his chest. “It's okay, baby. Take your time. There's no reason to rush anything,” you assure him, kissing his jaw, licking his neck.

Oh, but Jake just wants to rut into you. He just wants to fuck you, make you shake and cry and scream for him. He wants to have you panting, sweating, weak from his cock.

Still, he lets you take control. He lets you slowly lift and lower your hips, allows you to fuck yourself on his cock. He just watches, his eyes on your face before they move lower, to your bouncing breasts that occasionally peek through the beads of your top, and then lower, to your pussy. He watches as his cock slips in and out of you, his shaft coated in your slick, your arousal smearing on his hips and his thighs. He can't look away from how your pussy stretches to take him, how your folds kiss his groin.

The sight sends butterflies up his spine, makes his cock jerk, and he groans. His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you up and then down with more speed, more force, the pleasure building within him like quick flames that threaten a wildfire.

“Jake!” you gasp, moaning, the sudden increase of pace taking you by surprise. “Fuck!”

Jake groans, your pussy tight around him, and a growl slips out of him. Something primal within him takes over, and he lifts you up, his cock slipping out of you, before he lays you on the ground and crawls on top of you.

You don't even get a chance to ask him what he's doing when he thrusts into you, his cock filling you all the way in, his balls slapping against your folds as he begins rutting into you.

You squeal, hands finding his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin. “Jake!” you gasp, wrapping a leg around his waist. “Jake, we're supposed to—ah! Supposed to take it slow,” you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, body trembling.

“I don't like it slow,” Jake says, the head of his cock bruising your cervix with each pound. “And judgin' by the look on your face, you don't, either.”

You whimper, cunt fluttering around him, dark edges beginning to form on the corners of your vision. You don't know where this came from, you don't understand how he's so good at it. Jake said it was his first time, swore he'd never done this before as a Na'vi, and yet, he's railing you down good. Real fucking good.

“Jake,” you moan, your cunt tight around him, your womb aching to have his seed inside. “You said-said you'd never—fuck!”

Jake chuckles. “I haven't done this before,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder before biting it, ensuring to leave a mark.

You want to ask how he's so good at it then, but the pleasure is dizzying. You can see stars as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and butterflies flutter in your lower stomach.

You arch your back as Jake's cock throbs, pressing against your g-spot and leaving you weak. “Please!” you moan, begging, the pleasure gathering within you in tight coils that threaten to burst from your womb. “Oh, please!”

Jake laughs. “Already?” he mocks. “Aren't you supposed to be the slut? Hm? Aren't you supposed to last longer than me?”

You whimper. “Don't-don't be fuckin' mean!” you plead. “Want t'come!”

“Want me to make you come, you mean,” he corrects, sneering.

“Yes!” you gasp, your body shaking under his, your pussy aching with your nearing orgasm. “Yes! Make me come! Jake, please!”

His thrusts are merciless, ferocious. He bruises your insides with each pound, makes you cry out, your breasts bouncing, your body weakened by his unforgiving strength.

“I'll make you come, girl,” he promises, biting your jaw. “I'll make you come nice and hard, yeah? Gonna coat my cock in that pretty cum of yours?”

“Yes!” you whimper, the pleasure almost too much, the sensation driving you to the brink of insanity. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jake kisses you, sneaking his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours before he bites your lower lip.

Your orgasm is right on the surface, terrifyingly close, almost unbearable from the sheer force of it. And then it's exploding in you, making you gasp and cry out Jake's name, your cunt clamping down on him, your nails burying themselves into his shoulder blades, your entire body trembling violently.

“Fuck!” Jake groans as you come around him, your warm slick dripping all the way down. And then he's coming inside you, filling you with his sticky, thick load. You mewl at the sensation as Jake groans and gasps.

He slows his thrusts as he comes down from his high, and then he kisses your mouth softly, tenderly.

“You said it was your first time,” you say against his lips, still breathless from the rough, mind-blowing sex.

Jake chuckles lowly. “Maybe I'm just a natural, hm?”

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[wheneclipsefalls]

Could you maybe tells us about the withered one shot? I haven’t seen anyone request to talk about it

Of course!

I actually have written and rewritten certain scenes from this one shot since the first time I tried writing it...it just didn't feel right. So I started over. Second time around I am feeling a lot better about it. I just love this pair so much and love how the original turned out so it's important to me that this one especially is written well.

The one shot is about Neteyam's rut and how that couple deals with it when it comes up unexpectedly. Reader is a lot less experienced that Neteyam so you get to see his hesitation and concern for her but also....things get turned up and we see a different side of this Neteyam;)

Here's a little teaser for you<3

WITHERED ONE SHOT TEASER (unedited)

He’s a coward. 

A downright skxawng with the planning skills of a young child. 

This Neteyam is sure of as he dunks underneath the cool river for the fifth time. Only a few nights ago this water was cold enough to have his mate taunting him for wading in slowly. Now it is inadequate in cooling down his heated skin. A fire that burns without respite until sweat is beading over his brow. 

Neteyam’s rut isn’t originally due for another two months. Two months that would allow him the time and patience to ease you into this new dynamic of your relationship. His sweet tanhi whose experience with alpha males stops at her interactions with them during nightly hunts. His innocent little star who just barely gave over her virginity to him no more than a moon cycle ago. 

To him. Only to him. This thought sends a shot of heat to his pelvis and Neteyam hates himself for it. Hates the way his inner alpha perks up and revels in that fact, reminding him over and over that he was the one to claim your innocence. That only his hands would know the shape of your body. That only his cock has ever been buried in your sweet heat. And your body only knows him.

A little star only he has had the privilege of plucking from the sky. 

His temple rests against the thick rooted tree as he wrestles the restrictive loincloth away and harshly grips the base of his cock. It pulses in his grip, a bead of precum already dripping from the tip into the water below. The last thing he should be thinking about is the way your small hands would wrap around his length softer, timid strokes bringing his pleasure to new heights.

He’s left you alone with Kiri, and ran to the hills after Lo’ak’s warning like a coward. You are sure to be looking for him, prancing from tree to tree until you can find your skxawng of a mate and question him for the inappropriate behavior displayed tonight. 

And yet, the idea of you looking for him only heightens a primal desire from deep within him. His lovely little mate looking for her alpha. Would you be embarrassed at the sight of his arousal, hand gripping and tugging at his length with no shame? He can see it now, those doe eyes widening accompanied with a blossoming tint over your cheeks. The same eyes that were clouded with unshed tears as his cock slowly pistoned into your mouth for the first time last week. 

Oh Eywa, what he wouldn’t give to see the sight of you on your knees taking his length again. The string of saliva that had been a bridge between your swollen lips and his dripping tip, just before you tiredly smiled up at him in search of approval. 

His spins on his heel, head tipped back against the tree as his hand furiously increases its harsh pace. It’s borderline humiliating to feel his climax approaching so quickly, and yet it would be the first of many that only leave him breathless and aching for more. There is truly only one cure for this condition. Only one person that can give him the sweet release he craves. 

Chest heaving and fingers spazzing around his length, Neteyam just barely catches the sound of water rippling. Immediately he yanks his hand away and turns to face the oncomer.

“I thought you said this water was too cold last night.” You snicker, fingers already working to undo the knots of your tewng as you slowly wade in. “I know Lo’ak poked some fun at your need to bathe earlier, but you could’ve at least waited for me.” Your eyes narrow and nose scrunch in a reprimanding expression but there is no true ire there. Only a glimmer of playful excitement that is easily perceivable with your swishing tail. 

By Eywa. 

He is done for. 

There's a little taste. Let me know what y'all think so far<3

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 7- Blowjob

Neteyam x Human! Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Blowjob…. Duh

Continuing to write my kinktober prompts as promised after taking a much needed mental break from tumblr is actually very nice, I feel like a plant that finally got some sun! I hope you guys enjoy!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Yawntutsyìp: Little Darling

Ma’Yawntu: My loved one

Word Count: 1.5k

Her delicate little hands ran down the shaft of my cock effortlessly with the precome she’d collected from the tip, it had just started dribbling out every once in a while in fat droplets, but I could tell she’d been paying attention to me a little too well. Her wrists curve toward me as she moves her hand up toward the head, making sure to twist it back toward herself as she slides down, making sure to take her time. I adjust myself from where I’d been sitting, having her shift her eyes toward me, swiftly moving back to focus on her hands, lip stuck between her teeth as she seems to lose herself on my cock.

“You’re really hard,” She stated with an experimental squeeze and I find myself almost rolling my eyes behind my head at the action, but find my eyes half-lidded as they take her in, her small mouth had all of my attention and I wanted to know if she’d be able to fit my cock in there.

“Only for you, yawntutsyíp.” I commented in a smooth tone but feel my breath get sucked in harshly as she adds her second hand onto my cock, both of them squeezing harder than she had with her one hand, humming as I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her tiny warm hands.

“You have a big head,” She mutters almost silently but my eyes snapped open, ears turning her way to show her I was listening, but it didn’t matter when her attention had been on my cock, precome had started dribbling out periodically, almost flowing, but not quite. Her hands come to a standstill as she cups my cock just below the head, bringing her thumbs up to the slit and spreading the precome directly on the head.

“Ah-“ My hips rut up lightly at the action, her head snapping up to inspect my face, hands staying perfectly still.

“I’m sorry did that-“

“No, just unexpected, small thing.” I reply with the nickname I used for her, she was indeed a small thing, she wasn’t very tall to begin with, but I loved her all the same. My hand comes up to pat her hair, feeling an indescribable urge to bring my fingers down to trail her cheekbones, skipping over toward her cheeks to grasp them and making her lips pucker at the light pressure, her eyes meeting mine.

“I want you to use your mouth, ma’yawntu.” I explain as my eyes dip toward her bottom lip, thumb abandoning her cheek as it swipes down its plumpness, watching as it bounces back once my thumb is lifted off of it. She pokes out her tongue to wet her lip, her eyes refusing to leave my face, catching her gaze once more and seeing her nod slowly with widened eyes. To the untrained eye she looked scared, to me she looked like my prey, how I loved when she looked like this.

She rips her gaze from mine and looks back toward my cock, swallowing thickly as she mentally prepares to spread her mouth open wide enough to take my length into her adorably small mouth. I always caught myself wondering if it would fit when we’d first started our little rendezvous, but I knew better, I knew she could take it.

The warmth her tongue provided as she licked the slit of my cock had me gasping, dragging it across deliciously slow, flattened tongue curving as the tip licks off the remaining precome, bringing her muscle back in to savor the taste of me in her mouth, a whimper and a sharp exhale before she wraps her mouth around the head.

“Oh my Eywa,” I muttered as my hand finds her scalp, palm right in the middle of her head, fingers dripping down to properly grasp the top half of her head.

“Mmm-“ She mumbles as she takes more of my cock in her mouth, using her tiny hands to continue rubbing against the parts that didn’t fit in her small mouth, feeling the tip of my head sliding into her throat, the immediate rejection as her throat closes down harshly and she pulls her face off my cock.

“I can’t, Teyam, you’re too big.” She sounds dejected, saliva and precome both shining on her lips and chin, drawing out the most primal urges to just pull her by her skull and fuck myself into her mouth.

“Yes you can, yawntutsyìp, just relax, you’ve done it before.” I attempt to encourage her as my thumb swipes along her forehead, hand still fixed onto her head, watching as her eyes cross to look up at my thumb, face beaming with a smile as her eyes adjust to look at mine once more.

“Okay, I’ll try again,” She mumbles while leaning back down, the familiar warmth engulfing the head once more, my fingers stiffening on her scalp as my free hand forms a fist, I never want to push her head down and lose myself and end up hurting her, that was never my intention.

“That’s a good girl,” I mumble as I feel her throat open up to receive me once more, feeling as her hands stop moving, placing all of her focus on relaxing her throat and groaning loudly at the feel of myself sliding in easily, feeling her hands start to pick up speed on the rest of my cock she had yet to fit in her mouth.

“Fuck, I told you,” I rarely ever cussed or bothered with using the English language, but these were one of the few occasions I used it in, the semi-foreign word slipping past my lips as I tilt my own head back, eyes closed as I enjoy her mouth working on me. I’d have to reward her for this a little later.

“I told you it would fit, doing so good for me,” I mumble again and will myself to raise my head as I feel the slightest rocking motion coming from my own hips, already feeling the drool slipping out of her mouth, dribbling past my thighs and onto the ground. I could feel the fire in my cock intensify, wanting nothing more than to shoot my load into her warm throat, but knowing it would piss her off if I did.

“If you keep doing this I might come,” I mutter, finding her eyes straining to look up, still meeting mine either way, knowing my face was scrunched up in pleasure, cheeks tinted darkly, eyes half lidded as I attempt to keep them open.

I could feel her hands pick up their speed as she twists them around the length of my cock, the comforts of her throat leaving my cock and a whine threatening to escape, but I refrain, I always told her we wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to, her mouth coming off my cock with a pop and the evening air immediately hitting it, making me grunt.

“Can I swallow it this time?” She asks and it catches me off guard, her hands coming up to rub the mixture of precome and drool around the head, taking this opportunity to rut my hips into her hands since her mouth was no longer on it.

“Great mother, you can do anything you want to do with it, my body is yours ma’tìyawn.” I answered truthfully and see her small smile before my cock is in her mouth once again, her pace having changed to a fast paced one, her hands starting to move quicker than it had before, my nails finally raking into her scalp as she continues her part.

“I’m close, small thing, ahh~” I don’t bother hiding my moans from her, knowing she appreciated when I was vocal about it, hearing her own moaning come from below me and the scent of her arousal hitting my nostrils, knowing my pupils were blown wide from both the pleasure and the scent, her moans stroking my cock in glorious ways, my head catching into her throat again and not resisting the smallest of thrusts, feeling her throat opening for me and grasping her head harder.

“I’m coming!” I manage to state just as my cock twitches in her throat, feeling her swallow reflex, effectively catching my come and prolonging my orgasm at the same time, feeling my eyes roll back, her hands coming down onto my thighs to hold herself steady, losing her own rhythm as she backs off my cock, the semi-hard member covered in my own come, some of it dripping out of her mouth as she attempts to catch her breath.

I grasp her by her cheeks like I’d previously done, lips puckering at the action, bringing her mouth onto mine for a kiss, not caring that I could taste my own come from her lips.

“That was amazing, yawne, now could you please lay down so I can take care of you?” I ask as I begin kissing her neck, a broken laugh coming from her as she follows my instructions.

[andreafmn]

In the Heat of the Moment MASTERLIST

[the pictures are not mine, simply the edit. MC is art done by InfinitFantasy]

Status: Completed

Summary: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5 6 Epilogue Jake's Version: 5 6 Epilogue

Glossary: oeyä hì’i ʼawpo: my little one nì'ul: more oe kin nì’ul: I need more oe miadv vay set kin nì’ul: I still need more rutxe: please sevin: beautiful srane: yes 'eveng: child oel ngati kameie: I see you pseng: where peng oe pseng: tell me where

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[neteyamssyulang]

Rut cycle

Day 6

Continued from Day 1

Pairing: Lo’ak aged up x Fem omaticaya reader

Warnings: Dom Lo’ak, Sub reader, Neteyam Cheating/not caring reader is mated, P in V, slightly possesive Lo’ak, Angry Lo’ak, Scenting.

Word count: 765

Translation(s): Kelku -> Omaticaya home

A/N: Since y’all wanted a part 2, here it is😭 I’m sorry if it’s not that good

How could this have happened? As soon as you woke up you winced from the slight pain coming from between your legs. Lo’ak and you hadn’t slept together for awhile so he couldn’t have been him, could it?

As you were getting dressed, putting on your new loincloth and top that was decorated in beads and small flowers, the flaps of your kelku burst open with an angry looking Lo’ak walking towards you.

Your hairless brows furrowed “Lo-” “Save it!” He shouted, pushing you till you back was against the nearest wall “Why are you acting like this? I didn’t do anything!” You hissed.

Lo’ak chuckled but it didn’t sound like a good one, no- it sounded dark, his eyes gazed into yours, a hungry look in them as his tail swayed behind him.

“Do you think i’m stupid mamas? I saw him sneaking out of your kelku last night, you even still reek of him” he spat. Lo’ak was no fool, he saw his brother sneak out of your kelku as he was heading over, wanting to be near you since he couldn’t sleep.

Of course, when Lo’ak brought it up to Neteyam he completely denied it, stating he was at his girlfriends kelku sleeping. That just made Lo’ak furious, his own brother lying to him. So naturally he came to you next.

You shook your head “No Lo’ak, I swear I don’t know what happened. I was sleeping and if he did come in I didn’t hear him.” Lo’ak scoffed “Liar! First my own brother lies to me and now my mate.”

“Lo’ak I-” “Save it y/n” he huffed, releasing his hold on you and backing away before exiting the kelku. You were so confused but if Neteyam was here it would explain why you woke up with slight pain, sighing you walked out the kelku determined to find Neteyam and get some answers.

After about maybe 20 ish minutes you find him alone, laying underneath a tree sleeping. Quietly you made your way over, then once close enough you kicked him in his side.

Neteyam woke up yelping “Eywa y/n! What the fuck was that for?!” He seethed standing up, his left hand moving to rub his side.

“Oh I don’t know, lemme see” you stepped closer, stepping on his foot “Why don’t you explain to me why Lo’ak said he saw you sneak out of my kelku last night.”

He raised a hairless brow before shrugging “I simply took what was supposed to be mine that’s all.” Before you and Lo’ak mated, you were originally supposed to mate with Neteyam. Unfortunately you didn’t like him like that, his brother was the one who caught your eye.

So with you mated with Lo’ak, Neteyam was forced to mate with another. He never loved her though, sure he acted like he did but you were the only one he wanted. He didn’t give a fuck if you were his brothers mate.

“Neteyam I’ve told you many times, I do not like nor love you!” You hissed in frustration, why does he always have to ruin shit.

He smirked “How many times do I have to tell you that I do not care. I will take what is mine whenever I want to” slowly he reached out, placing his right hand on your cheek while the other went to the small of your back.

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you, “Stay away from me Neteyam, stop trying to ruin what I have with Lo’ak”

Neteyam held his hands up in surrender “No promises princess.”

The walk back to your kelku was short, but as soon as you walked inside, you were thrown onto the cot, clothes torn off, mouth gagged with Lo’aks fingers as he roughly thrusted into you.

His eyes were hooded, pupils were blown wide. You could also tell his scent had changed, it was more sweet and alluring. It was his rut-

Lo’ak groaned above you, loving how tight you felt around him. Your muffled moans and cries filled his ears, encouraging him to go harder.

You choked around his fingers as your fingers clawed at his sides, your tail coiling around his thigh. He hissed leaning down, still smelling his brother on you.

He nuzzled his face against your cheek and into the crook of your neck, trying to place his scent on you once more. “Your mine y/n, not that bastards, mine! Understand?” He growled out.

Too fucked out to answer, you simply nodded your head. Pleased, Lo’ak smiled “There’s my good girl.”

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Tame Me - Chapter 4 (Bonus Chapter)

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: A bunch of you guys wanted to see Neteyam's rut and so did I. And I wanted to do something nice for you guys as a thank you for all the love and all the follows. I'm so happy that you all enjoy the series since it's my first one ever. So I hope you guys enjoy this bonus content too! All characters are aged up.

Previous Part

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Smut with little plot, P in V, Oral (M receiving) Creampie, Knotting, Rut, Dom!Neteyam, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Bruises, Marking, Hair Pulling, mentions of pregnancy, I think that's all

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It's your first time seeing Neteyam's rut and you were excited, but you quickly find out you're in over your head.

“It’s time for your rut, isn’t it?”

Neteyam swallows hard fighting back the animalistic urges taking over his mind. He nods his head solemnly.

You hold a warm expression on your face so that you don’t show how excited you actually are. You place your hands on either side of his face and make him look you in the eye while he still has some power over himself. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be here to help you.”

“But tíyawn, I do not want to hurt you. I will be too rough.” His hands are trembling resting on top of yours. Your poor boy, suffering cycle after cycle just like you used to.

“Ma’Teyam, I can take it. Please…use me.”

‘Use me’. Those two little words echoed throughout his mind triggering his most primal instincts. He’s visibly wincing from how hard he is.

Your hands trail down his neck to his throbbing hard erection. Your face follows right behind, and the smell of his pheromones are so much stronger here. You’ve always craved him on any normal day, but the way he smells right now makes you feel physically hungry. He’s watching you hesitantly, fighting desperately to hold on to whatever semblance of sanity he still has. He watches while you untie his loincloth and let a long string of spit fall from your full lips onto his tip. You stroke him up and down and you’re amazed at just how hard he is right now. You’ve never felt it like this. It even looks bigger somehow if that were even possible.

Nevertheless, you maintain burning eye contact with him while you hold out your tongue and drag it up his full length and close your lips around the tip. The feeling fully knocks the air from Neteyam’s lungs. You never take your eyes off his while you slide your mouth up and down on his dick. Your hand strokes the remaining length that you can’t quite fit in yet. His eyes are flickering showing his internal struggle. You pop off him for a second, “Let go, Ma’teyam. Let me take care of it for you” and you go right back to sucking and stroking.

His eyes go completely dark and totally focused. His stare is almost menacing. It makes your chest tingle with excitement and nerves. He shuffles around to fully stand and looks down at you with a face you’ve never seen him wear before.

“Alright, you want to help me so bad, open.” His voice even sounds different. It comes from deep in his chest. He slaps the tip of his dick on your lips waiting for you to open them, so you do. He takes a second to just relish in the feeling of your mouth enveloping him before he slams his full length into your throat. The lack of warning makes you jump. You would’ve yelped, but his tip in your throat keeps any sound from coming up. Catching your breath between strokes is almost impossible and your face is full on covered in tears and drool running down your chin.

Neteyam looks at you and fuck if you weren’t just the most alluring thing he’s ever seen. With the way you look right now, he felt like he could fuck your face all day. Every thrust into your mouth elicited a new sound from you and it was like music to his ears.

The force of his thrusts stings the back of your throat, but you do your best to power through. His hands hold the sides of your head, pulling your nose to be flush with his pelvis. “Fuck I love making you choke on my dick.” More tears run from the corners of your eyes, and you just try to concentrate on taking care of him.

He pulls out of your mouth, and you gulp down as much air as you can, but the feeling stings your bruised throat. Before you can even steady your breathing, there’s a strong grip on the base of your queue yanking your head up. “Tongue out. I wanna watch you swallow it.”

You comply and hold your tongue out as far as you can while Neteyam rests his tip in your mouth and strokes himself until he cums. Fuck, he even tastes sweeter when he’s in rut. It’s thick and hot on your mouth, and there’s so much of it, but you still close your lips and swallow it down. Opening your mouth again to show him it’s all gone; he smiles deviously at you. “Such a pretty little slut.”

His tone strikes a new chord in your body. Your throat stings with every gasp for air, but you’re also so fucking wet.

You’re given little to no time to process, though, because immediately Neteyam is flipping you on to your stomach and hiking your hips up into the air. He rips your loincloth from your body sending your beads scattering about the room.

“W-wait Neteyam!”

“Shut up” his voice is a deep snarl next to your ear, “You said you can take it, so fucking take it.”

He lines his length up with your pulsing hole, “You’re this wet already? So fucking needy for my dick.”

You can’t help the burn in your cheeks. In an instant, Neteyam completely bottoms out inside of you making you scream. He gives you no chance to adjust to his new size before he’s pounding into your hips.

“Ah!...Ma’Teyam haah…F-fuck! So big!” a string of curses and whimpers fall from your mouth. His thrusts are relentless. “Shit…I love this fucking pussy” his grip on your hips is bruising. You try to push your body forward to relieve some of the pressure, but he jerks you back, “Don’t fucking run from me.” His hand lands on your ass in a sharp sting. And another and another.

“I’m sorry! Shit! I’m sorry Ma’Teyam!” you cry out. He’s transfixed watching your ass bounce against him. His grunts are heavy with desire.

You can already feel the pressure building in your core.

“Shit! S-shit ‘Teyam! G-gonna cum!” your words come out broken in between moans. He wraps the length of your queue around his forearm and pulls it so that your head is held back, mouth stuck open in a silent scream. He leans over with his lips right next to your ear, “Say my fucking name”.

The pleasure is overwhelming, “Neteyam! Ah, Neteyam!” his name falls from your lips like a prayer until the pressure bursts inside your body and your legs shake under you.

You’re not given a chance to come down from your high as Neteyam continues to drill into your pussy at an unforgiving pace.

“Neteyam! I-I can’t..!” you whimper, but he still doesn’t let up.

“Yes, you can. This is my pussy, right?”

You nod your head trying to ride out the pleasure. Another yank on your queue, “Say it.”

“Fuck! Yes, Neteyam! I-it’s yours…haah…it’s your pussy!” you submit your body completely to him and you can feel his knot growing.

He drops his grip on your queue and grabs both of your arms pulling them behind you and using them as leverage to rut into you harder. With every thrust, he’s pulling you back onto him even harder and his tip is pushing in further.

“Louder tíyawn, let the whole clan hear who you belong to.”

Your vision is going blurry, no doubt from your eyes crossing and losing their focus. Heavy pants break your sentences. “I’m yours Neteyam! *thrust*….I belong *thrust* to you! *thrust*...Ah! F-fuck! *thrust* Only you Neteyam!”

Finally, he fits his knot inside and you’re almost positive his tip has penetrated the opening of your cervix. Your whole body quakes under the power of your second orgasm. Right at the same time, Neteyam spills his seed directly into your womb, filling it with white.

He releases your arms, and you completely fall to the floor. You’re finally given a minute to catch your breath.

You weakly turn your head to look back at him and, to your horror, his eyes are still dark. He’s still in the thick of it. “We’re not done yet”, he pulls his hips back. “W-wait Neteyam! You shouldn’t pull it out yet!” he doesn’t listen to you and continues to pull his knot out of you. It’s painful, but the relief you feel once it’s out, is unmatched. Your legs give out under your weight and Neteyam uses his own strength to flip you onto your back.

He hovers over your body and starts attacking your neck with kisses and bites.

“Ma’Teyam, we should take a minute to get something to drink” you try to reason with him.

“Just one more. Need…need you. I need you so bad, yawne.” His hips are griding against you longing for more friction. His voice is low, but there’s a sense of desperation in it. You know you could never deny him, so you relent. You throw your arms around his neck and hold him close to you.

This was going to be a long night.

…

It’s the middle of the night by the time Neteyam finally comes back to his senses. His eyes were wide with horror taking in the state of your body. Deep purple bruises along your hips, thighs, and neck. Your throat and shoulders were littered with puncture wounds from where he had sunk his teeth into you repeatedly. Your hair was a tattered mess on your head and your pussy was overflowing with his seed. You were totally exhausted and barely hanging on to consciousness.

“Ma’tíyawn, are you alright? I am so sorry. Look at what I’ve done to you.” He hung his head in shame. Your hand rested on his cheek and rubbed small comforting circles on to his skin.

“I am fine, Ma’Teyam. I am just glad that you are feeling better now.” You offer him your best smile, but even the muscles in your face feel week.

He tenderly scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the lake near your shared tent. He holds your body in the water so he can help clean you up. Its warmth helps to soothe your aching body. You rest your head against his chest and let sleep take over you knowing you finally had your Neteyam back.

Neteyam notices the way your breathing steadies in his arms and realizes you fell asleep. He smiles warmly down at you and brings you back to your home just before the sun rays can start to shine in the sky. He lays you down in the hammock so that he can clean up the mess that was made around your home. When he’s done, he moves to lay with you and holds you tightly against his body. It’s only now that he realizes how worn out his own body was. He places a small kiss on your shoulder before he lets himself drift off too.

It’s practically the middle of the day by the time you both wake up. Your body feels like you’ve done battle with a horde of angry palulukans and they won. It hurts to move everything, but that doesn’t stop you from reflexively throwing your body from your hammock and running over to your basket when you feel your stomach do a somersault. In half a second, everything in your stomach comes up and out of you. Neteyam is fully thrown awake at the sound of your retching, and he rushes to your side.

“Yawne, what is wrong?” his eyes are full of concern and his hand is holding your hair back out of your face.

“I don’t know. I’m just so tired and everything is sore, even my chest for some reason.” That was weird. Your nipples were raw from being sucked and pinched half the night, but your breasts themselves were fine when you fell asleep.

“We should take you to see my grandmother.”

You want to protest since your body is in such a battered state and you didn’t want people to see, but you feel so miserable, there’s no more energy to worry about how you look right now. You nod your head and let Neteyam help you get dressed and lead you to the healing tent.

People stare and whisper as you walk by them, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Thankfully, you make it into the privacy of the healing tent and there’s no one else in here.

“Grandmother, we need your help. Something is wrong.” He helps guide you down into a sitting position in the tent.

Mo’at’s eyes go wide at the sight of you, “what happened to you child?”

You and Neteyam say nothing as you both look struggle to look her in the face and trip over your words. Her eyes flash with realization and she nods her head understanding the situation. She pulls her small sharp bone and pricks your skin with it before raising it to her lips. She closes her eyes listening to Eywa for the answer. She gasps and her eyes shoot open. A gentle smile pulls at her lips, and she turns to you both, “you are with child”.

What? Child? As in, you were pregnant?

Your face is one of utter shock. It’s not like you didn’t think this could be a possibility and it’s not as if you and Neteyam were taking any precautions to not let this happen. Truthfully, when you think about it, it would have been more shocking if you hadn’t ended up pregnant. Speaking of Neteyam, what does he think about all of this? You turn to look at his face and it is full of joy. He’s clearly delighted at the news which gives you comfort. You don’t even realize the smile on your own face. A baby. You and your love had made a little life inside of you together. You could already feel your love for your baby growing.

“You must be sure to rest and take it easy.” She says the last part pointedly towards Neteyam clearly referencing your current state.

He chuckles lightly to himself heeding his grandmother’s words. He holds your face in his hands and his gaze is full of all his love for you and your unborn baby. You smile back at him and now, you can’t wait for your family to grow.

[ky44]

The sully’s arrive and they agree to learn the metkayina ways but they struggle with a problem, Ao’nung the longer they stay the more trouble he causes but what happen when his rut causes an even more intense issue.

Credit to tik tok for the insults

Warning: teenage pregnancy, smut

Side note: this story switches between my pov as narrator and yours

It took everything in your power not to cry when leaving the forest, it was a tough trip with the rain, strong winds, and other things challenging you it was like eywa didn’t wan’t you to leave.

As soon as your family stepped on the sand you were surrounded, you took notice of the looks of curiosity, confusion, and fear it made you feel like a fish out of water.

Soon the crowd parted, you watched as two boys walked through, one was tall he had a bun, while the shorter one had free curls.

Your older brother Neteyam gave the “I see you” sign only for them not to return it and just stare at him, honestly it angered you they didn’t know you well enough to have a problem, hell you just got here so why treat us like that.

Other than your brother trying to be respectful and these dickheads not showing the same you hear “is that supposed to be a tail how are they supposed to swim” followed by laughter lo’ak was about to say something but Neteyam stopped him, he was about to turn around and tell you not to say anything until a girl walked up hitting the boys “do not Ao’nung, Rotxo”! Making the boys scoff and avoid eye contact.

Without a second thought you mumbled “I don’t wanna hear anything from fish lips he looks like he eats rocks” Neteyam quickly turned around scolding you while lo’ak laughter and the girl giggled.

The boy who you now knew was Ao’nung looked at you with a glare as Rotxo was trying to hold back his laughter he was gonna say something back until he heard lo’ak tell his sister “hey” before hearing her giggle causing both him and Rotxo to turn with glares.

Soon the ocean of na’vi parted and a male walked through, your father did the “I see you” notion then gave you all a look to tell you to do the same, immediately you and your siblings did what you were told to, “I see you Tonowari oleyktan of the metkayina.”

Soon there was a hiss and then a very obviously pregnant woman walked through the crowd, your father once again did the “I see you” notion followed by the words “I see you Ronal tsahik of the metkayina” the woman only glanced at him not returning the gesture, honestly you could see where Ao’nung got his disrespect from.

After a little your dad convinced them to let you stay it was announced that his daughter tsireya and son Ao’nung would be showing you guys around and teaching you the way of water, Ao’nung tried to refuse but was cutoff by his father.

After they led us to our marui, we were informed we’ll begin our lessons in the afternoon, once we got packed dad gave us a speech about how we have to pull our weight, then we went on our way to the shore for our lessons,

When we met at the shore they jumped in the water as me and my siblings looked at each other for a minute until they signaled for us to dive in as well, lo’ak and Neteyam jumped in first, the first thing that came to my mind was “why the hell did Neteyam run like that”

Soon me,kiri, and tuk followed, immediately I was swept away by the beauty of the sea the fierceness, creatures, and the beauty of the waves. I had already realized my siblings were gone but I knew they were fine they were with tsireya.

As I was swimming I noticed kiri, gently tapping her shoulder, she turned she turned to me and smiled she was looking at an creature so beautiful it was ethereal, I returned her smile before we both loved on continuing to explore.

We noticed there was I clicking sound I turned my head first, there were two beautiful creatures, I was drawn more to the one on the right and by the way it started swimming to I guessed it was the same, instead of immediately bonding I swam with it for a while wanting to build a non physical bond.

Not long after I bonded with it we were slowly swimming around, kiri and hers as well.

Soon we all went back to the shore, as we made it back to the beach the group got in a circle.

“ you have bonded with ilu now we will work on your breathing” tsireya said, that’s mostly how that day went learning to ride ilu, learning sign language, and watching lo’ak get flustered as tsireya helped him.

It had been a few days since we’d been here me and kiri were just minding our business, kiri was listening to eywa’s heartbeat, it amazed me how strong her connection with the great mother was, I only had a strong connection with the animals and nature not her spirit, while she did that I was watching a sea creature burrow itself in the sand.

Suddenly a shadow loomed over us followed by muffled words and laughs, I already knew who it was but I ignored them but kiri didn’t I watched as she got out the water signaling she was ready to leave, I quickly got up not wanting to be stuck here with HIM alone.

As we were trying to walk away Ao’nung grabbed my hand yanking me to him while one of his roach looking friends yanked my tail, I was quick to get my tail free and hiss at the boy before pushing Ao’nung.

Then I noticed one of them messing with kiri while the other laughed and quickly pulled her back and hissed, Ao’nung was quick to hiss back before his friend even got the chance, you were about to hiss again until you heard your brother.

“Back off fish lips!!” Lo’ak shouted, “Oh another four fingered freak haha” he laughed as him and his friends pulled and pushed lo’ak around calling him “baby tail” kiri immediately yelled ”leave us alone!”

I turned to see Neteyam stomping over and gave a sign of relief, he pushed Ao’nung setting lo’ak free from their pestering, his friend was gonna say something only for Ao’nung to put his hand up signaling him to be quiet, which the friend did as Neteyam told them to back off.

“Also I need you to respect my sisters” Ao’nung gave a ominous smirk before we all began to walk off, until lo’ak heard Ao’nung saying stuff.

He quickly turned around Neteyam trying to stop him only for his reply to be “I got this bro” and walk up to them.

“Look I know this hand is funny I’m a freak it’s alien” he started Ao’nung and his friends laughing, “But it can do something really cool first you ball you fist up just like this then” I knew what he was gonna do so I wasn’t surprised seeing lo’ak giave Ao’nung the three piece combo with extra sauce.

As expected a fight broke out and Neteyam not wanting to leave lo’ak to get jumped he ran and jumped in too, kiri tried to tell them to stop while I was laughing at them kiri soon joining in aswell realizing how stupid they looked.

Soon the fight was broken up by one of the adults seeing the fight, I sighed “We’re definitely gonna get our asses beat.”

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when we got back to the marui all hell broke loose, lo’ak and Neteyam were getting chewed into big time, dad was mad they got into a fight with Ao’nung because he was the chiefs son.

Although dad did soften up a bit when lo’ak told him it was because he was calling me and kiri freaks and stuff, he still forced lo’ak to go and apologize.

Right when Neteyam was about to go and leave he asked him “what do the other guys look like” Neteyam smiled and said “ worse” “good” “a lot worse” dad smiled and said “get outta here.”

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while dad was talking to kiri I was swimming around looking at the ocean with my ilu, I had a bad feeling I hadn’t seen lo’ak since he went to apologize.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried and this terrrible gut feeling I had wasn’t helping me at all.

Soon I got out the water and noticed a crowd immediately running up and being confused why people were parting for me to get through, I saw lo’ak who was covered in cuts and bruises.

I gasped and ran up to him immediately looking for any bad injuries, he gently moved my hands telling me he was fine as he glared at Ao’nung from behind me.

Soon the rest of our family came up dad practically pushed me out of the way to check up on lo’ak if it wasn’t for mom I would’ve fell.

Me and lo’ak have always had a closer connection to our mom seeing as dad was always hard on lo’ak because he saw himself in loak, and him being my twin I hated how he was always in trouble other than that dad never really yelled at me unless I stood up to defending loak.

After mom checked on him and saw he was fine she said “I pray to eywa that I do not pluck the eyes out of my youngest son!” She hissed doing a plucking motion lo’ak moveing his head glare not leaving Ao’nung.

“No, my son lead him out of the reef the blame is his” tonowari said making Ao’nung get on his knee, Ao’nung had an ashamed look on his face, honestly I feel kinda bad for him, Jake immediately started pulling lo’ak out for he crowd on for lo’ak to get out of his grasp.

“No, it’s my fault Ao’nung told me not to go outside the reef but I went anyway” lo’ak pleaded I knew he was lying, I could tell from Ao’nung’s confused face.

Dad immediately started pulling lo’ak again it was obvious he was mad, he got in to lo’ak aswell as Neteyam, before saying something that even mom looked at him shocked for.

“You have brought shame onto this family!” Mom looked shocked as lo’ak asked can he go now, “you cause anymore trouble I’ll jerk a knot into your tail you read me”he said letting go of him and walking off. I followed after lo’ak and pat his shoulder and hugged hime before walking off.

As lo’ak was walking Ao’nung joined him “why’d you lie for me” he asked confused “Because I know what it’s like to be one big disappointment” he said as he kept walking Ao’nung stopped for a moment before catching up with him.( zesty ass walk)

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the more time we spent in awa’atlu the more me and Ao’nung grew to hate eachother, as a matter of a fact it got so bad that our parents even began to notice the hatred.

Them noticing led us to them trying to get us to get along, which is how me and Ao’nung ended up in this situation of our parents talking us glaring at eachother.

“Since you two are the only ones not getting along we figured this would help you” Ronal stated, this made both of us quickly turn our heads me with a scowl at the woman while Ao’nung shocked.

“The moonshine festival is tomorrow so you two will be the one picking the fruit” tonowari stated, while Ao’nung looked petrified I was confused “the what?” I asked “it’s a tradition to help the children be friends two that don’t get along are assigned tasks together.” Tonowari stated.

I stared at them before mumbling “ aw hell naw.” But of course my mother being her she heard me and hit my shoulder giving me a bffr look, I pouted.

“Ugh let’s get this over with!” Ao’nung grumbled angrily picking up the basket and getting up I followed as we glared at eachother.

As we were walking out he whispered “imu’ta(bitch)” “dickhead” I whispered back, what we couldn’t see as we were beefing while walking out was our parents sighing before our parent left to prepare aswell.

We had made it to the outskirts of the beach where the mini forest was “where are these fruit?” I asked turning to him, he rolled his eyes “in the middle of the forest” so we started walking, I’m from the forest but even I had to admit this was quite a walk.

When we finally got there he showed me the fruit and the color they had to be to pick them one we had picked a basket full, I started to feel hot aswell a a burn in the pit of my stomach.

“This can’t be happening right now!” I mumbled, of course my heat wanted to start the minute I’m alone with Ao’nung.

I was so caught I up I didn’t notice Ao’nung turn to me, and when I finally did notice him,

I knew he smelled my heat…..

We stared at eachother lust clouding in both our eyes before he dropped the basket picked me up and next thing I knew we were in a secluded area in the forest.

I moaned as I felt the bulge in his loincloth grinding against me, a hiss escaped my mouth as I felt his teeth plunge into me.

He stopped for a minute looking into my eyes, I knew why he was looking at me, we might hate each other and he might be a dumbass but even he would ask for permission as soon as nodded my top and loincloth were practically ripped off of me.

My nipples hardened at the air hitting them as my pussy gushed at the feeling of air, it gushed even more when he took of his loincloth.

As his cock slapped against his stomach my mouth watered, he was above average, veiny, and the tip was a pretty pinkish-purple.

Not to mention his knot at the base was twitching. He was staring at me, trying to get a full sight of my body.

I brought my hand down his eyes following, as I gently spread my folds, “Please….Ao’nung I need you.” I noticed more lust crowd his eyes before he practically pounced on me.

Catching my lips in a rough kiss, before his hand took the place of mine keeping my folds spread as placed his tip at my entrance.

Before I finally felt him push it in a moan immediately escaping my mouth as curses left his, he continued pushing until he was fully in all except his knot.

He started slowly he was obviously holding back but sped up when he heard me whine to go faster.

My legs moved to his sides as he held himself up, both of his arms either side by my head. My arms securely around his shoulders.

His thrust were rabid like he was an animal that’s been denied to long. His thrusting was only getting faster as he pressed his lips against mine his tongues immediately going into my mouth and overpowering mine.

The kiss was messy and heated as I moaned into his mouth. Next thing I knew he had me in a mating press, the bulge in my belly very noticeable.

Our moans, grunts, and the sound of skin slapping only grew louder the closer we got I could feel the knot forming in my stomach.

Before I could even tell Ao’nung I was close he said “I know me too just hold on a little more baby.” His thrusts quickening even more before the knot in my stomach snapping as I let out a cry of his name.

When the knot in my stomach snapped he didn’t stop nor slow down making me whine, I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppy.

Before he finally buried himself fully into me knot and all. My eyes rolled back as I felt his hot cum shoot inside.

We sat there for a minute him still inside me as we stared at eachother. Next thing I knew our lips were locked in a gentle loving kiss.

When we both pulled away I yelped as I felt teeth plunging into my neck. Followed by him sucking on my skin.

Which most definitely left a mark before he got from between my legs and pulled out. I was gonna sit up only for him to hold me down as he watched his cum ooze out of me.

I winced as I felt two of his fingers push some back in. “Let’s help eachother when we’re in heat.” was all he said as he continued to watch his seed leave my body…..”alright.” I said.

We had fixed ourselves up and we were bringing the fruit back to his marui when we stepped inside tonowari and dad were discussing something before turning their attention to us.

Since Ao’nung was just standing there I grabbed the basket set on the table. Turned around and walked out, I noticed Ao’nung scowl at me on my way which I returned.

Tonowari and Jake watching the interaction just sighed as Ao’nung went to his room. “Those kids ain’t ever gonna get along.” Jake sighed shaking his head, tonowari just nodded his head in agreement.

We kept our word helping eachother whether it was heat or sexual frustration, but us being stupid horny teenagers everytime we did it he knotted me. Most would probably wonder why would you let him and in all honestly it’s because I was falling for him.

Which is how we ended up in this situation of our mothers yelling at us as our fathers glared at Ao’nung, for two different reason.

Your probably wondering how’d they find out about your little randevue’s well it all started when me and my siblings where hanging out.

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Walking by the trees talking and laughing well until I turned and threw up in some bushes. “Ew, are you ok?” Lo’ak said obvious worry in his voice as he begun rubbing my back while kiri held my hair.

“We should take you to the tsahik!” Neteyam said and before I could even refuse he and my siblings had already rushed me there. Sending tuk to get our parents.

Our parents got there while she was in the middle of examining me. “Is she ok!?” My mother said urgently. As Ronal finally figured out what was wrong with you her eyes widened as she gasped. Which wasn’t helping mother’s anxiety.

“She is with child!” Ronal stated. Loak’s jaw dropped to the bottom of the ocean while everyone else looked stunned including you.

“Who was it!” Jake was the first to address the issue of course coming of a little more hostile than he meant, but come on he just found out a boy had been sleeping with one of his sweet angels.

“I-“ I started trying to get words out and it wasn’t helping the states on me aswell as the fact my siblings had also begun questioning me asking me over and over again who it was until everyone got silent, at the sound of Ao’nung.

“It was me….” He said of course that got the attention of them but all hell broke loose after he said that avoiding his parents gazes aswell as my dad’s who looked like he wanted to feed him to an akula. Not to mention Neteyam he was terrifying.

Ronal and tonowari immediately began questioning Ao’nung. “Is this true!?” Neytiri asked shock and a bit of anger mixing in her features. “Yes.” I made sure not to look into her eyes as soon we were both getting and earful.

And that is how we ended up in this situation our parents scolding us and wondering what their gonna do.

Your heads were both down but they immediately came up at the words that left Ronal’s mouth “you two will have to be mated before eywa!” Your parents reluctantly but immediately agreed not wanting either of you to miss out on the life of your child.

Everyone had finally agreed and was leaving until you and Ao’nung looked at eachother before saying.

“We do not wish to be mated….”

[quicktosimp]

Unplanned

Kinkmas Day 11

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Alien Genitalia, P in V Sex, Rutting, Overstimulation, Semi Public, Gagging, Dub-Con (At First), Fingering, Aged Up

A/N: Day 11 we're almost there! And Merry Christmas Eve, and Happy Holidays!!!

@neteyamsyawntu

I had run out of my birth control meds early and had to make the long trek back to the human base. On the way there, Neteyam couldn’t keep his hand off of me, always needing to touch me, which escalated as the trip progressed. Now, here I am, waiting in the thankfully empty dining hall, with nothing better to do.

Behind me, I heard the sounds of an airlock door open. I turn and see Neteyam stalking toward me, his eyes dark and hungry. 

“Teyam is everything-”

“Mine!” He roared as he grabbed onto my waist, hoisting me into his arms.

“What are you talking about, Neteyam?” I asked fearfully.

Neteyam’s nose pressed into the juncture of where my neck meets my chin and breathed deeply, “My Muntxate,” His voice was gravelly, almost struggling with those two words, “Smells so good,” He trailed off as he sniffed lower; leading to my cunt. 

Neteyam placed me down on my stomach over one of the large tables.

“Neteyam! What are you doing?” I asked again, needing some answers.

I was only met with growls in return before the sound of cloth ripping met my ears. My pants were in tatters as he ripped part of them off of me. I struggled in his grasp, trying to get away.

“Neteyam! That’s enough of this. Let me go!” I shout at him, only to be met by displeased growls.

Two of Neteyam’s large fingers hooked into my panties before he ripped them off of me, leaving my cunt bare for him. 

“No Teyam! Stop this!” I shout again.

Instead of listening, Neteyam used the tatters of my pants and tied my arms behind me. Before I could protest again, he shoved my ruined panties into my mouth, effectively gagging me, as I was forced to taste myself and reminisce of Neteyam’s cum for our earlier mating. Two fingers quickly entered me with a squelching noise, Neteyam’s cum from earlier easing the way as his fingers forced it out. I moaned from the feeling of his digits rubbing at my sore walls, but I was unable to deny the painful pleasure. 

Realizing I was still stretched from earlier, Neyetam removed his fingers from inside me, leaving me with an empty feeling. That didn’t last long as he lined up the tip of his tapered cock with my aching cunt, having not recovered from earlier. With his other hand, Neteyam grabbed my waist, holding me in place; my tits pushed into the metal table, the coldness seeping through my shirt, and my ass raised facing him. Neteyam’s growl mixed with a purr as he pushed in. He did it steadily, each spin on his cock pushing into my cunt with a pop before my cunt swallowed it, wanting to take it deeper. I moan around the gag as I try to wiggle my hips away, the feeling of his spines wiggling inside me too much to bear after taking his cock so many times lately. My cunt hasn’t been able to close properly, constantly dripping with his cum. Neteyam begins a steady pace, pushing and leaving so fast that I cannot adjust to his spines, each popping in and wigging around trying to find the right stop to lock inside me, but the pace that Neteyam keeps, his spines can’t lock, leaving them to rake my insides over and over again as more as the spines harden from blood flow. 

“Muntxate… Make you Sa’nu,” Neteyam growled as he struggled over the words, “Prrnen, put my Prrnen inside,” 

With that, he sped up his hips, his large cock spreading me wide, each scrape of his cocks spines driving me insane. I was close, embarrassingly fast. I had forgotten that I was in a public place. All I could think about was Neteyam’s cock and the taste of his leftover cum on my panties. The hand he wasn't using slipped down and rubbed at my swollen clit, sensitive from overuse. I screamed around my panties as I came, each wave of pleasure hitting me hard, and Neteyam refused to stop. His cock continued inside me as he thrust harder, and he circled my clit harder, refusing to let up. I tried to kick away when it became too much. Each wave of please came with a stab of pain. Finally, his dick lined up with my bruised cervix as he pushed past it, the tendrils at the tip of his cock quickly forming a seal, making sure not to let a drop of cum go to waste. Neteyam’s cock twitched once, then twice before flooding my insides with cum, mixing with the old cum from before. I looked down and saw a bulge forming over where his cock was inside me, building as more cum flowed into me. I whined as more kept flooding me, not understanding how Neteyam had so much cum inside him.

Neteyam was still cumming as he started to rock his hips again, grinding his dick into my oversensitive walls. I whined in protest, unable to take another round, especially as we were still locked. 

“Again,” and with that, he broke the seal and started fucking his cock into me again.