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theblueflower05 · 2 years ago

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3some with Loak and Tsiraya 🤭🤭

LMFAO SO BY THE END OF IT YOU WOULD HAVE THIS COUPLE ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH YOU. They can’t even process what just happened to them. They’re begging you to be their third.

Smut under the cut:

You and Tsireya have always been good friends, super close and touchy. She’s had the absolute fattest crush on you since before she could remember.

You’re the daughter of a high ranking hunter who just happens to be her fathers best friend. The two of you have always been forever into close quarters.

You and the Chief’s Daughter have kissed a little here and there. Just innocent drunken make outs with wandering hands. Never anything major. You always blow her off like they never happened, once the Kava is out of your system you’re back to treating her like she’s just another one of your friends

She honestly has come to terms with the fact that you must not like her like that (even though she’s harbored the FATTEST crush on you forever)

When she meets Lo’ak and they fall for eachother, she’s shocked that her feelings for you don’t dissipate.

Lo’ak is actually extremely observant and clocks it almost automatically, Tsireya is all flustered and in denial when he gently asks about it.

No, it’s only you, yawne. I don’t have eyes for anyone but you, Lo’ak.

But like.

He knows.

He can see the way her eyes linger on you.

And funnily enough, he’s not upset about it. He can’t blame Tsireya for being curious. Not when he is too.

Does Lo’ak have a bit of a voyeur kink? Maybe so. That’s his own business

You’re stunning, everyone has a crush on you. It’s harmless, right?

Maybe not so right.

When you start flirting with the couple, bold and outright, they don’t know how to really take it. Are you offering yourself to them? Is that something that they’re gonna do.

Lo’ak and Tsireya talk this shit into the ground. Like nightly, they discuss it. Are they okay with this? But most importantly are you? How would it even work?

When Tsireya cums, hard, on Lo’aks tongue when he asks her about how your kisses taste he knows that they’re going to need to do something about this fixation.

You’re a shameless flirt but like. When Lo’ak and Tsireya come to you, all puppy dog eyed and stuttering, even you can’t believe it. You’d been teasing them for weeks, yeah. But it was just fun. They couldn’t really want this- could they? It’s a proposition. An offer. An adventure.

All it takes is a bottle of Kava and a small intimate bonfire for three. You guys are one of the smaller islands. Lo’ak had been more then happy to oblige the two of you when you had squealed and begged for an ikran ride.

It had been exhilarating for Lo’ak to be sandwiched inbetween the two of you. You in his front, essentially in his lap as he wraps his arms around to hold the reigns. And Tsireya behind him, her sweet face nuzzled into his broad back as she holds tight.

The three of you are pleasantly buzzing as the stars burst in the inky night sky.

One moment you’re laughing hysterically at one of Lo’aks bad jokes, the next the air is heavy. Sparkling with promise. And your lips are pressed to Tsireya’s. Kissing her hotly, your fingers tangled in her thick curly hair.

She tastes so good, the feminine little squeaks that erupt in your mouth are as sweet as her tongue.

You kiss her stupid until she’s panting and squirming with swollen lips and hazy eyes.

Then you meet Lo’aks heavy gaze.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his pupils blown wide. His honey eyes flicker with the fire light, hungry and wanton.

You reach over, hands slipping around his strong neck and into his braids, and kiss him too.

Your lips still slick with his girlfriends saliva.

It’s all kind of a haze after that. Both of them desperate to get their fill of you.

Tsireya goes straight between your legs. Her head bullies between your thighs as she laps desperately at your wet pussy. She’s wanted this for so so long. Her wide tail wags in excitement.

Lo’aks slower, he kisses you everywhere. Your slender neck. Your ample chest. His odd, five fingered hand runs along your body, feeling your skin greedily. Pawing at your tits and thighs. He pats Tsireyas cheek tenderly as she’s still eating hour pussy,

“She’s such a good girl, huh?” You coo as you watch the Olo’eyktans daughter feast on your juices “She’s always been like this. So good to everyone, hmm?”

“The best girl” Lo’ak agrees fondly.

Tsireya is on cloud nine at all the praise.

You grab Lo’aks face gently, his strong jaw cupped firmly in your palm “Are you a good boy, Lo’ak? You wanna be good for me?”

The sound he lets out is gutted. His eyes close like he’s trying to compose himself. Trying to muster any dignity. The jerky nod he gives pathetic.

You take your fill of them.

You eat Tsireyas creamy pussy until she’s literally crying. You take Lo’aks hard cock down your throat until his thighs shake and he’s fisting your loose waves, begging for a minute to breathe. When you sink down on him, he almost blacks out.

Your favorite part of the night is when Lo’ak maneuvers you to your knees, pressing you on all fours on the soft sand. He pushes into you with a hard snap of his hips that has you keening and rocking back to meet his thrusts. He’s so good, his strokes long and rough, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you squirm.

It hurts so perfectly- him ramming your cervix over and over.

Tsireya is spread out infront of you, her legs flailing around your head as you finger her hungry hole, hard and unforgiving. You watch her pussy froth, beyond soaked. Swollen and used.

You’re wedged between them. Pleasure surrounding you on all sides. You can’t take a breath that isn’t either smothered in Tsireyas juices or knocked out of your lungs by Lo’aks pistoning hips.

The balmy evening air is filled with the cacophony of your love making, the soft crashes of the waves drowned out by sounds of pleasure.

By the end of it the three of you are boneless, sweaty and delirious. A pile of loose limbs. Its hard to know where one begins and the other ends.

All you know is that you fall asleep with your head pillowed on Lo’aks chest and Tsireya’s breath on your belly.

Lo’ak and Tsireya are hooked.

You’re the missing piece. They’ve never been so I love with eachother, it’s like a whole new aspect of their relationship has opened up. They feel close to eachother. Close to Eywa. It’s fate, the three of you, and they’re sure of it.

But you?

You move on.

You’re not as affected as they are. You’re casual and cold, no matter how much they chase you. All but begging for another night with you. For you to be theirs. For you to give them a chance to show you how amazing it could be.

You refuse to play third fiddle in their relationship. Fuck that. You refuse to be be a toy that they get bored of and discarded.

You can’t let it get that far.

Instead you’re flirty as ever, with everyone but them. Rejecting any and all courting gifts the couple tries to present to you.

You tell them that there will never, can never, be a repeat of that beautiful sacred night on the beach. That it was a one time thing. Driven by liquor and just for fun.

You lie to them. And you lie to yourself.

To protect your fragile heart.

Welp. You guys know me. I’m an angsty bitch. I hope you all enjoyed this because I certainly enjoyed writing it and imma have to go change my panties now thanksssss

#Lo’ak smut #tsireya smut #aged up Lo’ak #aged up Tsireya #tw: aged up #lo’ak x reader #tsireya x reader

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 01 - Handjob

A/N: Hello! This is my first time joining kinktober, and writing smut in general. So I hope this is enjoyable for you ❤️

Warnings: 18+, handjob, praise kink, dirty talk, size kink, alien genitalia, all characters are aged up!

Lo'ak x human!reader

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Wow, Kiri, what is today, hate on Norm day? Norm wouldn’t be that bad of a dad!” I laughed.

“I would rather drink acid,” Kiri exaggerated.

“Well, there might be a bottle of old bleach in the bathroom.” Spider grinned from the top of a pod.

“Come on guys, seriously, Norm’s a good guy; he taught us so much! He’s been showing me how to take samples of ikrans! I managed to get near one yesterday! And I didn’t need stitches!”

“Dude, you should not be so excited for that,” Spider groaned.

Lo’ak shifted over to me, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?”

Pushing playfully at Lo’ak, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” I mocked, “You sound like Teyam.” I climbed one of the pods as he scowled, “I do not need a bodyguard, that clear numb nuts?”

“My nuts can’t be numb if I have none,” He grumbled.

Spider winced in the background while Kiri looked at him quizzically, “Why would Lo’ak have numb nuts? Nuts can’t be numb?”

Spider and I looked at each other blankly, neither knowing what to say nor wanting to tackle this. But I can’t help but wonder exactly what is under his tewng and how much I want to feel it, hand, mouth, cunt; I don’t really care at this point.

Because even though Lo’ak and I have been dating for two years now, he’s still scared of hurting me and refuses to do more than gently kissing. At this point, I just want this man to rail me until all my thoughts are gone. I keep dreaming about it, imagining what it would look like, but now I’m not too sure…

“Norm!” Spider gave up on this conversation, dragging Kiri with him.

“Sorry, Babe, but I don’t think I am qualified for this conversation.” I gave Lo’ak a quick peck and started to slide off the tube, “Maybe ask your dad?”

“Why would I ask him?” he grabbed me, holding me tight, “When I can ask you, Yawntutsyìp, you seem to know what’s going on.” flashing me his Cheshire grin.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lay a kiss on his neck, “If you really want to know, then let’s go somewhere else. We’re not having this conversion next to Grace.” I continued my trail of kisses up until I was at the spot under his jaw. A deep rumble came from Lo’ak’s chest; this spot has always been his favorite; whether it be kissing or nuzzling, it never fails to make him purr. If I do it long enough, then I can smell a soft scent, almost like the trees of Pandora, and a hint of banana fruit that Lo’ak always loves. I continue to kiss at that spot, licking it, before I take it into my mouth and suck.

“Fuck, Yawne, you are asking for things you are not ready for,” Lo’ak growled. One of his hands travels down and squeezes my ass; I suck and nibble at his neck. Lo’ak grabs the back of my head, pulling me off his neck with a pop, showing the dark purple spot I felt him,

“That’s enough of that,” his voice in a deep timber, “Now I believe you were going to answer my questions.” he gently pried me off, setting me on my bed.

Groaning from the loss of contact and from the fact that I’m about to give my 9-foot-tall boyfriend a biology lesson, the only thing keeping me going is that I may get my own answers on what’s in his tewng. I clear my throat and fan at my red face, “So what do you know of human biology, like sex-wise?” trying to start this weird conversation.

“Isn’t it the same?” He asks, settling on my bed.

Well…” I began, “I’m not sure about that now,” I bite my lip, “I mean, I’ve kinda noticed over the years, your tewng doesn’t hide much…” I trail off, not sure how to continue.

“What would I need to hide?” His brow furrows.

“You know, your dick and balls?” My face is now a bright red.

Lo’ak looks shaken, “You mean, with humans, those… those are outside of their body at all times?” He whispers.

Now it’s my turn to be shocked, “Yes? Our gentiles are always outside of the body; it’s why we cover up?” My answer comes out as a question, “How… How do yours work? Where are they if they’re not outside?”

“Well, I mean, they stay inside until I need them.” Gesturing to his groin area.

I look there, licking my lips, contemplating my next question; I lean forward and ask, “Can I see?”

Looking up into his eyes, he nods, slowly removing his tewng. Even after talking, I was surprised to see it flat. His stripes on either side of his hips wrap down into a single line down the middle of his naval and looks to wrap around his back. I crawl forward to be closer to him.

“Um, they’re right underneath here.” Pointing to the single stripe.

I reach my hand out, stopping inches away from his chest; I wait for Lo’ak’s permission. At his nod, I stroke his chest, feeling his firm pectorals from his long days as a warrior. I trail down, feeling his abdomen flex as I pet them, loving the feel of his muscular body. Finally, I reach the conjoined strips; I touch them gently. Lo’ak hisses sharply, and I look up at him; his head is thrown back, but his eyes are on me, pupils blown wide. He places his hand on my head, playing with my hair. I stroke the stripe up and down, and Lo’ak spreads his legs wider. I settle in closer and begin to put more pressure on that spot; I feel it start to spread; there’s a little slit that keeps opening the more I touch it. Lo’ak’s slit got deeper, and I saw something peeking out.

“You will need to pull it out,” Lo’ak panted.

I took two of my fingers and dipped them into his slit. Lo’ak’s moans fill the room as I slip deeper. I finally touched something deeper, and using two fingers, I gently pulled it out. And it was like nothing I had seen before. The base was the same color as his skin, and it became lighter the higher it went, with the tip being a light purple. The tip was tapered, almost cone-like, but what caught me off guard was the spines. From below the tip to halfway down his shaft, it was covered in small spine-like riges.

“Not what you were expecting, Yawntutsyìp?” His grin was back; even through his panting, I could see he was smug.

“I’ve never seen anything like you before.” The awe in my voice was evident.

Lo’ak gave a deep chuckle as I stroked his ego.

“I wanna keep going.”

“Fuck baby, you can keep going”

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I start from the base and move to his tip; the spines were flexible and move with ease as I move to the tip. Lo’ak bucked his hips into my hand once I touched the tip. I went back down, and the spines followed my hand as I went down, almost like they didn’t want me to leave. And I repeated. Again. And again. And again.

“Babe, you can grip it harder than that. Just a little tighter. Yes, yes, just like that, such a good fucking girl.” Lo’ak hissed through his teeth.

I can feel myself getting wet, watching Lo’ak humming in pleasure, and his dick is hotter than I thought it would be. He was throbbing in my grip; I squeezed a bit more when I got to the spines, “FUCK!”, Lo’ak moaned, so I did it again, “Damn baby, you make me feel so good. Ma pretty girl, so good for me.” I moaned at his words, my cunt clenching around nothing. I started moving my hips, grinding on my bed, looking for any friction, just needing a little something.

Lo’ak growled, “Ma Yawntutsyìp, are you fucking yourself on the bed? Don’t worry, be a good girl and finish me off, and that pussy is mine.”

“Please, babe,” I whine.

I focus back on his cock, which had started leaking pre; it was a pretty iridescent color. I rubbed my palm over it to spread it to the rest of his cock, making the glide easier. I want to lick it so bad, but what little sense I have reminds me that ingesting an unknown substance is not a good idea. I bring up my other hand, but Lo’ak grabs my hand puts my fingers in his mouth and sucks. I feel his tongue laps around my fingers and his fangs on the sides of my hand.

I move so I’m sitting on Lo’ak’s thigh, giving me a better seat; he releases my fingers so I can use both hands on him. I have one hand on the lower part of his shaft, and on every down stroke, I make sure to dip into his slit, making his whine. With my other hand, I focus on his spines and tip. I squeeze on the spines and curl my palm on the head. At this point, Lo’ak is fucking my hand.

“Ma Yawntutsyìp, please, faster, please!” His words came out between his pants.

I go faster, hearing the movements of my hands making a wet noise every time, a puddle of precum already on my bed. Lo’ak’s thighs tremble, bumping into my core and hitting my clit. Fueling my desire, wanting more from him, but refusing to take my eyes off the sight in front of me.

“Come on baby, I’m so close, just a bit more,” Lo’ak begs, his chest heaving.

I pick up the pace once more, watching as his dick pulses in my hand and the spines become firmer. I grab firm to the spines and grind my hands around them. Lo’ak became stiff; he threw his head back and unleashed a moan while cumming. Cumming buckets of pretty pearly cum all over my bedding and hands, dripping off of my hands onto and thighs, covering me in his cum as well.

Lo’ak’s eyes darkened as he saw me covered in his cum. He saw some dripping off of my thigh onto my bed; he grabbed my thigh and rubbed his cum into my skin that wasn’t covered by my shorts. He then dipped his hand into the pool of cum on the bed and bought it to my neck, rubbing it into the area underneath my jaw. He placed his face next to mine and sniffed, “You finally smell like me,” He purred, “No one will mistake you as anything but mine now, Yawntutsyìp.”

Lo’ak places his hands under my thighs and lifts me, moving me so I’m laying on my back, his eyes dark as he licks his lip, looming over me, “Now, Syulang, I believe I promised you that I’d take care of you.”

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

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writingsully · 7 days ago

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Feelings for a friend, part 2.2

Part 1 | Part 2.1

Pairing: Lo'ak x female human reader

Summary: Lo'ak has finished his iknimaya and has to choose a mate. You aren't too happy with his choice and things escalate between you, resulting in a lot of confessions.

Word count: 6,7k

Warnings: mentions of injuries, swearing, alcohol, reader getting a bit drunk

A/N: Helloooo 🤌🫴, this is the second half of part 2. I know it's very long. I got a little carried away, oops. I am working on a third part, which will be a little more ✨spicy✨ Enjoy!

You stayed in the hut with Lo’ak for what felt like hours but were actually minutes. Mo’at had finished patching him up and left a couple of minutes ago. Now you were sitting here alone with him, you still had a tight grasp on his hand on which you were drawing circles with your thumb. His hand was huge compared to yours; your hand barely fit around his little finger. To pass the time, you were counting the freckles on his hand. 7, 8, 9, 10- A groan got your attention and you quickly stopped counting. Looking at Lo’ak, you noticed the sound came from him. His ears were twitching, and he started moving his tail.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the twitching of his ears, signalled that he heard you. ‘Lo’ak?’ The boy stirred and you squeezed his hand a little, letting him know he was not alone. You looked at his face as soon as he opened his big, yellow eyes, your heartbeat getting faster by the second. He was alive!

A small smile crept on your face when your friend squeezed your hand. He swallowed hard before he spoke, and his voice sounded rasp. ‘I’m sorry…’.

You shook your head. ‘Don’t apologise- ‘

‘No, I’m sorry. I failed you. I failed all of you.’ His ears were pinned back now, and he let go of your hand. Tears welled up in your eyes. It hurt you that he thought of himself as a failure, that he wanted to live up to his father so badly that he put his life at risk. You wanted to be strong for him to put him at ease, but your voice broke.

‘Don’t say that. You didn’t fail me or anyone else. We are only glad you’re still alive.’ Lo’ak looked away when you spoke and pushed himself up into a seated position.

His face cringed as he hissed and grabbed his throbbing shoulder, ‘tsahev (crap)!’ You reacted quickly, laying him back down as gentle as you could.

‘Wait here, I’m going to get Mo’at.’ You made sure he was comfortable before sprinting out of the tsahik’s tent. You ran through the village as fast as you could, searching for Mo’at, Neytiri, Kiri or anyone else that could help. ‘I need Tsahik!’ you called out, but you couldn’t find anyone. You wondered where they could be until you remembered where Spider went. He had told you Jake and Neytiri had a fight, which meant they were probably in their kelku.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and you only came to a halt when you finally reached the Sully’s tent. You saw Spider, Neteyam, Tuk and Kiri crouched down, looking under the tent. Your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest, and you tried to calm down your breathing. You needed someone quickly because you were afraid Lo’ak would lose consciousness again. At the same time, you were afraid he would sneak out if he remained conscious to do his iknimaya again.

Tuk was the first to notice you and you spoke before you gave the others time to get up. ‘I need your parents. Lo’ak just woke up.’

‘He’s awake?’ the little girl’s eyes lightened up and a big smile formed on her face. She took hold of Neteyam’s arm excitedly as soon as he got up. ‘Lo’aks awake!’ she said excitedly to which her brother’s eyes grew wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him before he even had the chance.

‘Where are your parents? Where is Mo’at?’

He pointed to the tent. ‘My parents are in there. I will go to Lo’ak.’ And with that, he left. You saw the others getting up too, but before they had time to speak, you left. You quickly walked in the tent and saw Neytiri standing in front of Jake, whose back was facing the entrance. Neytiri’s face was scrunched up in frustration. ‘This is part of our culture; you can’t take this away from us!’

‘He almost lost his life out there! This can’t go on any longer.’ Jakes voice was filled with sadness and anger, and you could see his tail lashing back and forth.

You cleared your throat as you took a couple of steps into the kelku. Neytiri’s gaze shifted from her mate to you and her expression shifted from irritated to surprised. Jake turned around and you noticed he had a little more difficulty hiding his anger for his ears were still pointed backwards and his lips formed a thin line. You didn’t waste any time for you weren’t very comfortable interrupting the olo’eyktan, especially when he was arguing with his wife. ‘Lo’ak woke up.’ You felt a little awkward, so your eyes shifted from the two na’vi in front of you to the ground.

Jake nodded slightly. ‘Thank you, y/n. We will be there soon.’

You nodded in response and made your way of their kelku quickly. It was an understatement to say you were uncomfortable in there when they just had a fight. Something about Neytiri’s fierceness and Jake’s authority made you nervous.

Commotion came out of the tsahik’s tent, and you weren’t surprised when you opened the flap to step inside. Neteyam and Lo’ak were standing in front of each other closely as if they were asserting dominance. Their tails were wagging in frustration, and you could see their chests rise and fall quickly from their heavy breathing. Did they just fight?

You stepped into the tent, not wanting whatever this was to escalate. ‘What is going on in here?’

After a short silence, Neteyam pointed at you without tearing his eyes off his younger brother. ‘Go on, then. Tell her. Tell her how you want to risk your life!’

Lo’ak sighed as he pinned his ears down. He turned to face you and his eyes immediately went to yours. They were full of determination and his pupils were larger than normally. His eyebrows were knitted, and his mouth was pressed shut. You knew what that look meant. This look meant he wanted to do something he shouldn’t, and you knew exactly what that something was. ‘Oh, no,’ you said as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. ‘You’re not going back.’

‘Yes, I am and you’re not going to stop me.’ Lo’ak started walking toward the entrance of the tent and even though you knew you were no match for him, you blocked his way by stepping in front of the entrance, glaring up at him.

Your best friend sighed again and looked you up and down. You crossed your arms again and raised your eyebrows, challenging him. Lo’ak was stubborn, but so were you. You weren’t afraid to challenge him, and he knew it. On the other hand, you knew he would always be gentle with you, even when you were getting on his nerves. The worst he would do was lift you up and put you down somewhere else. ‘Get out of my way, y/n.’

‘No, Lo’ak. You’re injured; you need to rest. You’re not strong enough to do your iknimaya again.’ You didn’t get out of his way and waited for him to make a move. You were burning holes into his eyes and as he was standing there, staring at you, it felt as if Neteyam didn’t exist anymore. The world didn’t exist anymore. All you could think of was Lo’ak and how beautiful he looked when he was so determined. Persistence was a trait you looked for in a partner, and this just so happened to be one of Lo’aks strongest traits. You could feel a familiar sensation in your belly, like butterflies, and you couldn’t control the small smile that crept on your face. Lo’aks serious look vanished a little as it got replaced by a smile too. Hope found its way into your mind; maybe he would finally stop being so stubborn and let his body rest.

Neteyam’s voice brought you out of your trance and you quickly looked at the ground, feeling flustered for zoning out like this in his presence. ‘Ma tsmukan, listen to your girlfriend. You’re injured.’ He accidentally took hold of his brothers’ injured shoulder while trying to pull him back to his hammock which got him a sharp hiss in return. If it weren’t for Lo’aks actions, your face would be completely red for Neteyam called you Lo’aks girlfriend. Oh, how you wish that were true. Instead, you tried to grab the boy who pushed his older brother away from him.

‘Lo’ak, please,’ you begged as you grabbed his non-injured arm. He pulled his arm out of your grip harshly and bolted for his brother, pushing him again. Neteyam almost lost his balance as he took a couple of steps back, before throwing his arms around his brother’s neck, head locking him. Lo’ak struggled, elbowing and clawing at his brother.

‘Stop it, you skxwang!’ the oldest of the two said through gritted teeth as he tried to keep his brother in place. What he didn’t realise was that Lo’ak was fuelled with adrenaline which gave him an advantage as he elbowed Neteyam in his side. As soon as he got out of his brother’s grip, he punched him on the nose. Neteyam hissed at Lo’ak in return and threw the second punch, aiming for his face as well.

You didn’t want to stand there and do nothing, but you couldn’t just watch them hurt each other. Where was the rest of your family? You figured Spider, Kiri and Tuk would have been here by now. You glanced through the entrance of the hut quickly, but you didn’t see anyone nearby. This meant you had to put the fire out, but how? You were no match for their strength. You balled your fists in frustration, nails digging half-moons in your palms as you watched punches being thrown and blood flying through the air. You did not want to get through their fight at all, so you did the only thing you could think of at that moment; you yelled at them to stop.

‘Stop it, you guys! You’re hurting each other!’ You knew those words meant nothing at that moment, but it was worth trying. You were sure the two na’vi didn’t even hear you, but you tried yelling again. As expected, this didn’t work either. Lo’ak was now on laying on the ground and Neteyam was bent over him, his fist raised to throw another punch at his face. Without thinking, you ran to the duo and put your hands on Neteyam’s fist. ‘Don’t, Neteyam, please don’t!’

Neteyam’s fist trembled in your hands out of adrenaline and after a couple of breaths, he lowered his fist and got back up. You held his hand for a little longer until you were sure he wouldn’t explode again. ‘Maybe it’s better you failed your iknimaya,’ he started. ‘You’re still a child. No wonder dad’s disappointed in you.’

Your eyes widened. You have never heard Neteyam saying something disrespectful about anyone, let alone his brother. You could hear shifting beside you, and from that moment, everything happened in slow motion. Lo’ak got up from his position on the floor as his fist made contact with his brother’s jaw. He didn’t give Neteyam time to think as he punched his cheekbone, and next the underside of his jaw. You could see the blood running down from Neteyam’s mouth as he scrunched his face in pain. He grabbed Lo’ak’s shoulders and kneed him in the stomach.

Without thinking, you stepped in between them. The weight of the mistake you just made only occurred to you when you saw Lo’aks hands reach for you. He took hold of your upper arms and threw you away from him. The first thing that you felt was your head when it met a wooden pillar that was holding up the tent. The second thing you felt was your left shoulder as you fell on top of it in a weird position, your body folded awkwardly in a little corner of the tent. From your position, you could see the two brothers looking at you, shock was plastered on both of their faces, but you didn’t process it. All you could think about was the throbbing at the back of your head. You could already feel a bump forming there.

You placed your right hand on the woven mat and tried to push yourself up. You screamed out in pain as a jolt of pain went up your left shoulder. You quickly laid down again and closed your eyes as the headache worsened. You reached your right hand to your head again to hopefully soothe the pain and you winced as you touched the bump that had already formed there.

Suddenly, two shadows lurked above you and big hands took hold of your shoulder to turn you around so that you could lay on your back. You screamed out again as you were turned on your back. It felt as if a hot knife stabbed your shoulder over and over again, causing hot tears to run down your cheeks. You tried to look at the two people who were bent over you, but the tears blurred your view, and the pain was so intense that you couldn’t focus on the voices around you.

More voices were coming from beside you and you tried to blink away your tears quickly, wanting to see who were there. You looked to your left and you saw Jake and Neytiri first. They were standing in front of their two sons, who were looking down in shame. The person who was crouched down at your side, was Kiri. She was rubbing a thick, green paste on your shoulder. You opened your mouth to talk to her, but Jake’s voice rang through the silent hut, gaining you attention immediately.

‘What’s gotten into you, boy?’

Lo’aks voice was uncertain, and it cracked as he spoke. ‘D-dad... I am sorry... so sorry.’ Was he crying? You turned your head a little more to catch a glimpse of your friend, but another jolt of pain shot through your head. You closed your eyes as you winced.

The olo’eyktan scoffed. ‘You’re sorry? Is that all you have to say after you nearly killed her?’ Your stomach twisted at those words. Lo’ak threw you across the tent. Hard. You got injured because of him. You thought he would never hurt you. You made a promise when you were little, and you had always believed him. You had always trusted him. Today he broke that promise by throwing you to the other side of the tent. Anger and sadness flowed through your body, and you tried to get up again only to be stopped by Kiri.

She placed her hand on your non-injured shoulder and laid you back down gently. ‘Mawey (calm down), ma y/n.’ She signalled Mo’at to crouch down next to her, blocking your view of the three Sully men.

‘Your shoulder is dislocated,’ Mo’at said. ‘I can help you, but you have to sit up straight.’

Your eyes grew wide, and you only started feeling the immense pain and tingling in your shoulder when you looked at it. Your shoulder was starting to turn purple, and you could see it being deformed. ‘Oh, Eywa,’ you groaned as Mo’at helped you sit up straight.

‘I want you to take a deep breath, ma y/n,’ she said as she took hold of your wrist and straightened your arm. You nodded and did what you were told. After you exhaled, Mo’at pulled at your wrist, popping your shoulder back in place. A burning sensation went from that shoulder through your arm and you cursed as you screamed out in pain.

‘Mawey, my child. It is done,’ Mo’at said as she bandaged your arm in place. ‘You need to rest now.’

Hot tears flooded down your cheeks as you nodded. Kiri gave you some herbs that would help against your pain as she helped you get up from the floor. ‘I will take you to the lab,’ she said as she hooked her arm under yours and guided you to the entrance of the tshaik’s tent. Before you left, you turned around to thank Mo’at for helping you. ‘Irayo (thank you),’ you said and Mo’at nodded in return.

As you left the tent, you could hear Lo’ak yelling after you. ‘I am sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ You sighed as you ignored him and started your walk to the lab.

You slept terribly that night. Your arm was still in a sling and because of that, you couldn’t get into a comfortable position. Aside from the pain, your thoughts of Lo’ak kept you up as well. You kept replaying the scene where he threw you across the tent over and over in your head. Your best friend, the boy you also fell in love with, had hurt you. Not to mention he almost died during his iknimaya.

Lying awake for hours, you finally started to drift off into a slumber, the clock on your bedside table reading six am. The sun had already started to come up and rays of sunshine came through your curtains.

Your sleep was interrupted quickly by a knock on your door. You decided to ignore it in hopes of whoever was knocking, would go away. Unfortunately, they didn’t go away as the knocking increased, and the door opened while they called your name. ‘Y/n, wake up.’

You groaned as you recognised Spider’s voice. ‘You have to get out of bed, come on!’

You lifted your head off your pillow and looked at the clock with half-lidded eyes. 06:15. Did you really sleep for fifteen minutes? Not being in the mood for a hyperactive Spider right now, you rested your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes again. ‘Go away, Spider.’

The boy grabbed your blanket and pulled it off you, revealing you in a grey oversized t-shirt you stole from Norm’s avatar. ‘I don’t think you want to miss this,’ he said as he opened your curtains, letting rays of sunshine illuminate your room before he went through your closet, grabbing a tewng (loincloth) and a top for you to wear.

You sat up grumpily, reaching up your hand to comb through your messy hair. ‘What’s so important that you had do disrupt my sleep?’

‘Lo’ak is doing his iknimaya again,’ Spider said as he laid your clothes on your bed. You were surprised to see that your top matched your tewng; they were both a beautiful shade of light pink. You normally didn’t allow Spider to choose your outfit because he never looked at matching colours. He just grabbed the first thing within his reach.

‘Wait, he’s doing what?’ you just realised what he said, and you got out of bed quickly, which you immediately regretted when you felt a throbbing in your head. You groaned as you put a hand on your head.

Spider looked at you compassionately and put his hands on your arms, gently sitting you back down on your bed. ‘Norm gave me some painkillers for you. You should take them before you head to the village.’

You nodded as the boy rummaged through the pouch that was attached to his hips before handing you the painkillers. ‘I will wait for you,’ he said as he walked to your bedroom door. He had barely put his hand on the handle before he turned back around. ‘Do you need help getting dressed? You know… because of your shoulder.’

You smiled slightly as you shook your head. Spider was like a brother to you, but you wouldn’t feel very comfortable with him helping you get dressed. Judging from his look, he wasn’t very comfortable with it either, since he had a slight blush on his cheeks, and he was looking at the floor. ‘No, thank you, ma tsmukan.’

After Spider left, you tried to get dressed. Putting on your loincloth was no problem, but your top was a little more difficult. Luckily, the top was just a bundle of ropes and vines that slipped over your head easily and didn’t have to be tied up.

You weren’t very excited to see Lo’ak today; you were still mad at him for hurting you. He was your best friend however, so you did want to wish him goodbye as he went for his iknimaya again. The walk toward the village was quiet, for neither you nor Spider had anything to say. For you it was because you were tired and feeling too many emotions at once. For Spider it was because he was nervous Lo’ak would be injured again.

When you reached the village, you could see the Sully siblings standing together as Lo’ak got ready for his rite of passage. Spider greeted them and you could hear them talking, but your mind was only focussed on your best friend who, as soon as he laid his eyes on you, looked you up and down, his eyes lingering longer on your injured shoulder. You raised your eyebrows at him and opened your mouth to snap at him when Kiri’s voice caught your attention. ‘How did you sleep? Are you still in pain?’

You turned to her and saw that she was crouched down to your height while Tuk was watching over her shoulder intently. You sighed as you shook your head. ‘I couldn’t sleep at all last night. My shoulder hurts and I couldn’t get comfortable because of this stupid sling.’

Kiri examined your shoulder carefully and you followed her gaze. Your skin was not just purple anymore; it had also turned a bit green. ‘I will harvest some paywll (dapophet) for you today. It will help with the healing,’ Kiri said.

You didn’t have time to thank her as Jake’s voice caught everyone’s attention. ‘It is time,’ he put a hand on his youngest son’s shoulder as he guided him towards a group of na’vi that were waiting for him. Everyone cheered for Lo’ak and wished him good luck, and even though you were mad at him, you felt sad that you didn’t get the chance to talk to him before he left. You could see him turn around and you made contact with his beautiful, yellow eyes. You mouthed a ‘good luck’, before he was turned around again and walked out of the village.

You didn’t feel like talking to anyone that day, so you went back to the lab and tried to get some sleep again. However, after lying in bed for two hours, sleep still didn’t come, so you decided to watch some movies to kill the time. Not even halfway into the movie you picked, you got up and paced around your bedroom. Even though you didn’t like it, your mind kept going back to Lo’ak. You were worried about him; what if he got thrown of that cliff again?

Throughout the day, you kept the same routine: watch a movie for about thirty minutes, pace and think about your best friend, try to watch a movie again, pace again, trying to clean your room, pacing again, etc, etc.

It was now getting dark, and you were laying on your bed, watching a movie again. You were so tired from overthinking and doing nothing all day, that you had started to drift off into sleep. You had just become comfortable when Spider busted through the door. You yelped as your eyes flew open and you immediately got up from your comfortable position.

‘Why do you always wake me up when I’m finally falling asleep?’ you asked as you put your hand on your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart.

‘Because Lo’ak is back,’ he said with a big smile on his face.

‘Is he alright?’ you asked hesitantly. Last time he returned, he nearly died. You wanted to make sure that you could celebrate.

Spider laughed at you and shook his head. ‘Yes, you skxwang. He is alright.’

You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He was alright. He was alive! ‘Thank you, great Mother,’ you whispered under your breath.

‘So…,’ Spider started, raising his eyebrows. ‘Are you coming to the party?’ you knitted your brows at the thought of celebrating tonight. You were still mad at him, and you didn’t feel like celebrating at all.

‘I don’t know,’ you said softly. ‘I am really mad at him.’

‘Because he threw you?’

‘Yes, he hurt me! He promised me he would never hurt me,’ you pouted.

Spider sighed as he took a step toward you. ‘You know he feels really bad about it, right? He won’t stop telling me how sorry he is. He acted in the heat of the moment. And you kind of got in between two fighting na’vi, which isn’t very smart either,’ he looked down, mumbling the last part, knowing he was right but afraid you would be mad at him too.

You knew you shouldn’t have stepped in between the two brothers, but you weren’t thinking. You didn’t want them to hurt each other any further. On the other hand, Lo’ak probably wasn’t thinking either, which is probably why he threw you. You sighed. Maybe you should apologize to him. But on the other hand, he did hurt you bad. ‘But he hurt me,’ you said after a couple of seconds. ‘He broke his promise.’ You wanted to stay mad at him, but you couldn’t. Not today. Not when he finally finished his iknimaya, one of the most important events of his life.

‘But he is still your friend, y/n. Even if you stay for only ten minutes, it will mean a lot to him.’

You nodded, knowing Spider was right. You were going to the party, and you would congratulate Lo’ak on his achievement. Then you would go home and hopefully get some sleep.

Music could be heard as you neared the village. The sound of drums and bongos filled your ears, and you could see a large crowd of na’vi dancing to the music. The atmosphere was bright and festive, a sharp contrast to how you were feeling. You tried to make your way through the crowd without hurting your arm, while looking for your best friend. Because everyone was so much taller than you, you had to crane your neck to look at their faces. By doing so, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going, resulting in you bumping into a muscled back.

‘Oh, I’m sorry!’ you said as they turned around. You recognised them immediately: Rawm. Rawm was one of the best warriors of the clan, he often went on patrol with Neteyam. You looked up at him as his muscular frame towered over you, making you feel even smaller than you normally did.

‘You’re y/n, right? Lo’aks little girlfriend,’ he said with a grin. Rawm was a great warrior, and he knew it, which is why he was always so full of himself.

You sighed as you heard his friends laugh. You just realised they had come to stand around the two of you and it made you feel very uncomfortable. ‘He is not my boyfriend,’ you said through gritted teeth.

‘I guess not. You wouldn’t want to be mated to someone who treats you like la’ang (pile of stinking, rotting animal matter),’ he said, looking at your injured shoulder.

‘It was an accident!’ you were already annoyed because you didn’t want to be here, and the fact that you didn’t like Rawm very much didn’t help either. You had to bite your lip to hold back another snarl and you balled your hands, your fingernails digging half-moons into your palms.

Rawm noticed your attitude and he raised his hands in surrender. ‘Right, it was an accident, I’m sorry.’ You looked at the ground and sighed, not wanting to talk to him anymore. You just wanted to talk to Lo’ak and head back home. ‘Why don’t you have a drink with us?’ Rawm asked as he shoved a bowl in your hand, making some of the liquid spill over your hand.

You weren’t a fan of the fermented fruit the na’vi drank on special occasions like these. It tastes very sweet, but it has a bitter underlying taste to it. It was much stronger than the alcohol humans drink, your tiny body couldn’t even handle one portion. You drank it only once and woke up with a hangover the next day, while your friends were doing just fine.

You attemped to give Rawm the bowl back, but he pushed it toward you again. ‘I don’t drink,’ you stated as you tried to push it back.

The warrior hissed at you, still not taking the bowl. ‘You should drink some, maybe it would cheer you up. You are always so grumpy.’ You rolled your eyes at his comment and put the bowl to your lips. You weren’t planning on drinking tonight, but you wanted to get to Lo’ak as fast as possible. If drinking this meant Rawm would leave you alone and you could go to Lo’ak, you would chug it as fast as you could.

Rawm and his friends cheered you on as you took big gulps of the sweet but bitter liquid. You were over halfway through when you pushed the drink away from your lips, knowing you would feel nauseous if you had any more. You slammed the bowl into Rawm’s chest, making the liquid spill over his abdomen and tewng. ‘Here, I drank your stupid drink, are you happy now?!’

You could hear him hissing and shouting at you as you quickly walked away from him. You knew you’d better not pick a fight with the best warrior of the clan, but this night, you couldn’t care less. All you thought about was finding Lo’ak and apologizing to him and to finally have him in your arms again.

As you made your way through the crowd, the effects of the drink started to kick in. You were starting to feel a bit dizzy, and everything felt like a blur. After a couple of minutes, you’ve searched through the whole crowd, but you couldn’t find your friend. There was only one place left for you to look, and that was his kelku. The closer you got to his kelku, the more muffled the music got, something that your head greatly appreciated, and when you finally reached the entrance, you heard voices coming from inside. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but you recognized Lo’aks voice immediately.

A smile formed on your face when you heard his voice and you stepped into the opening of his kelku. ‘Hey, Lo’ak, congratulations on your iknimaya. I wanted to- ‘you stopped dead in your tracks as your heart sank at the sight in front of you. Your smile faded immediately when you saw Lo’ak standing in the middle of the tent with his hands on another girl’s waist whilst he was kissing her.

Both na’vi stopped their kissing immediately when they heard your voice, and you could see shock forming on both of their faces. ‘Y/n-’ your best friend started as he moved toward you, but you put your hand up, stopping him quickly.

‘How dare you, Lo’ak? I have been looking for you all night long! There is a party going on for you and all you do is this?!’ you threw your hands in the air, signalling at the scene in front of you.

‘Y/n…,’ Lo’ak started to walk toward you again and tears welled up in your eyes. Nothing had hurt you more than seeing the love of your life kissing another girl. You were expecting him to be talking to his father, or celebrating with his siblings, but not… this. Your friend tried to grab your hands, but you pulled them away quickly. ‘Please, let me explain,’ he pleaded, ears clinging to his head in frustration.

‘No,’ you said as you felt a tear run down your cheek. ‘I don’t want to hear anything from you,’ you said, and with that, you left. You ran away from his kelku and through the crowd, pushing aside anyone who was standing in your way. You could hear Lo’ak calling your name behind you when you entered the quiet forest, but you chose to ignore him. The alcohol combined with the bioluminescence from everything around you made you dizzy, making it hard for you to orientate yourself. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and it felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest. Your ears were ringing, but you could still hear that beautiful but annoying voice behind you.

You didn’t want to talk to Lo’ak. Not after you saw him kissing another girl. You knew you wouldn’t be able to mate with him, but it still hurt. You weren’t expecting him to find someone so quickly because he never talked about another girl. For you it felt like he had only eyes for you, and you thought other girls didn’t exist for him. You thought the moments you two spent together were special. You thought he sometimes even flirted with you. Oh, how delusional you were. Turns out he had feelings for another girl all along.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the footsteps catching up to you. You were suddenly grabbed by your arm and pulled back, making you stop running and bump into a blue, muscled chest. Lo’aks chest. ‘Stop running away from me,’ he said harshly.

You took a couple of steps back, as far as the na’vi allowed you to while holding your arm in his iron grip. You were mere inches away from him and looking up to his face, you immediately locked eyes with him. His gaze was strong, and you felt your cheeks turn hot. Suddenly you couldn’t stop thinking about his hand that left a tingling sensation on your arm. The hand that had been on another girl’s waist just minutes before, you reminded yourself. His hand felt dirty now and you yanked your arm back as hard as you could, but ironically, it didn’t move an inch. Lo’aks grip of you tightened, but it didn’t hurt you, he made sure of that now.

‘Let me go!’ you snarled at him.

‘Not until you tell me what’s going on. Why are you running away from me?’ his voice turned a little softer when he asked you that. His gaze was still fierce, but you noticed worry started to appear.

‘Because you are such a prick, Lo’ak!’ you shouted as you tried to yank your arm again, but still, to no avail. Lo’ak didn’t tighten his hold this time, but he didn’t loosen it either. Instead, he pulled you a little closer. Not so close that your bodies were touching, but you could feel the heat coming off his body. The sensation made goosebumps run down your spine and your cheeks heat up again.

‘Oh yeah? Why?�� he asked as he narrowed his eyes, still looking intently into yours.

You didn’t mean to tell him everything, but your emotions combined with the alcohol in your blood made it hard to think properly, especially with his body this close to yours. ‘Because you were with another girl! I wanted to apologise to you for being so reckless when you fought with Neteyam, because it was not your fault. I shouldn't have stepped in between you two. It is my fault that I am hurt, not yours. I wanted to apologise so we could celebrate your victory together, like we were supposed to do. But instead, you decided your time was better spend kissing some other girl!’ Tears welled up in your eyes, but you tried to blink them back. No way you were going to cry in front of him.

‘I’m sorry I kissed her then! Why does it bother you so much?’ As soon as those words left his mouth, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. You looked down as you swallowed down a sob. You would have to tell him the truth. This was the moment you would ruin your friendship forever. Every moment spent with Lo’ak would just be a memory now. You bit your lip as you tried to find the courage to tell him how you truly felt. You looked up at him and took a shaky breath. His fierce eyes pierced into yours and you noticed something else in his gaze. Was it anger? Grief? Or was he nervous? You really couldn’t tell as your vision blurred from the tears in your eyes.

‘Because…’ you took another shaky breath, dread pooling into your stomach. ‘Because I love you, you skxwang.’

Lo’aks eyes widened, and he dropped down to his knees while still towering over you. He was silent, way too silent for your liking. You tried to read his face; it was plastered in shock. You didn’t know if it was a good sign or not. Your heartbeat started to quicken, and you didn’t dare look at him anymore, so you looked down at the ground. You messed up. For good.

‘I-I’m sorry,’ was all you could stammer. ‘I don’t know why I said that. You probably think I’m weird, because why would I fall for my best friend who isn’t even human. You don’t even like me. And I know I ruined our friendship- ‘you were cut off by his lips slamming onto yours. You stood still like that for a couple of seconds, registering the fact that he was kissing you. You snapped out of it quickly as his hand that was holding your arm, glided down to your hand, engulfing your tiny hand into his much larger one. You raised your heels do deepen the kiss, wishing your other arm wouldn’t be in a sling so you could throw your arm around his neck. You silently thanked the newest technology for making it possible for you to breath Pandoran air without a mask. Without a simple injection, you would never be able to kiss Lo’ak.

It was Lo’ak who finally broke the kiss. You both looked at each other, catching your breath from the long kiss. You looked at him with flushed cheeks. You didn’t know what to say. It was him who spoke first.

‘I love you too, y/n,’ his voice was barely above a whisper, and he squeezed your hand slightly. ‘I have loved you for as long as I can remember.’

A smile crept on your face while hearing this. So he had been flirting with you! But why was he kissing someone just minutes before?

‘But why did you kiss her?’ you asked.

Lo’ak sighed and bowed his head in shame. ‘I was afraid you wouldn’t have feelings for me. When I hurt you yesterday, I was sure I fucked up. I thought things between us would never be the same again, so I looked for another woman. I knew Vineya had feelings for me, and she is a great hunter, so I wanted to give it a chance. To forget you.’ He paused for a second before lifting his head again and looking into your eyes. His eyes were filled with hurt and shame, and it pained you to see him like this. ‘But I could never forget you, I am so sorry,’ he said.

You responded to him with a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder while standing on your tippy toes. ‘You are forgiven,’ you whispered. ‘I am sorry too. For putting myself in danger and for calling you a prick.’

The boy chuckled. ‘It’s okay. I deserved it.’

You shook your head and released him from your embrace. ‘No, you don’t deserve it, Lo’ak. You are a good man.’

He smiled at that and thanked you before grabbing your face in both of his hands and leaning down to kiss you again. You felt a blush creep on your cheeks as you returned the kiss.

Lo’ak broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. ‘Oel ngati kameie,’ he said.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies when you responded with a big smile. ‘Oel ngati kameie.’

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pandoras-box0 · 2 years ago

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Some Ao'nung first rut crumbs

#avatar smut #omegaverse #ao'nung #aonung smut #aonung #metkayina smut #metkayina reader #tw: aged up

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hana-no-seiiki · 23 days ago

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“Kalasahan ta kaw.”

“Kalasahan tara kaw”

“YOU KNOW TAUSUG TOO?? DAMN IT—“

It started as a little competition. An accidental one. You told him I love you in your native language, and forgetting that Damian Wayne could understand at least a thousand in that wrinkly brain of his, accidentally confessed your longing, love and devotion to his face.

Thankfully it was reciprocated. But wouldn’t it have been disastrous if he didn’t also love you to death? Yikes.

Still, you didn’t like how calm and collected he always was whenever he replied to you. He was always so cool about it. As if his heart didn’t beat a million miles per second when you spoke. As if he wasn’t struggling with the thought of you contaminating his brain every moment he breathed.

You wanted to crack that shell of his. To let it all spill out in a wondrous array of colors that matched his paintings of you. (A hobby he picked up even before the two of you officially met)

And so you began finding ways to say you loved him in a way that would catch him off guard.

It started with different ways in English, but now you managed to find

“You might as well give up, beloved. I’ve familiarized myself with every single dialect in the Philippines, ever since you started. None of them can—“

But you still had one trump card under your sleeve.

“Ai armiel telere maenen hir!”

“. . .” He remains silent. Could it be . . .

“Hah, I bet you don’t know D&D Elvish!”

“ . . . “ His ears beet red.

“It means—“

“You hold my heart forever.”

“!!!”

Today’s results? A tie. Damn him and his voice.

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cutiepieautistic · 2 months ago

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year ago

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I know you'd write aonung sooo good

👀👀 yeah? I love aonung. To me he’s just the biggest sub of life 😭 I want to write a fic where he’s just reaaaaalllyyy submitting to us, ya know?

#like spreading those cheeks 🤠#let me dominate you pls #tw: aged up

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askinkiskarma · 2 years ago

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Hii idk if you take requests rn but if you do can you please write something where you are showing Neteyam music videos from earth on a tv in the lab and when your celebrity crush appeared you said « he so hot » forgetting that Neteyam was there and he fuck us bc he is jealous (like he didn’t know what your type in human were so he is possessive) 😩😩😩

IS IT TIME FOR JEALOUS NETEYAM PART 2? I THINK IT IS BESTIES!

this got away from me, the horny is taking me over once more (she says on a daily basis) also it's 12am and i'm too tired to proofread so if you see any mistakes, pretend to be shocked when they disappear tomorrow morning and don't judge me too harshly okkk?? xxx

i hope you enjoy besties x smooches

wc: 2k words

warnings: aged-up!neteyam, female human!reader, jealousy trope, smut (fingering, edging), strong language, cursing, kinda mean!neteyam, praise kink, small degradation kink, i guess that's all light day for me

na'vi compendium: tewng - loincloth, tiyawn - love

As a human living on Pandora, your life was never boring. Anything that the Na’vi would ever find mundane or ordinary, anything that humans on Earth might think is just another thing in a vast array of distractions always present in their day to day lives, to you, it was all new. Everything was just another opportunity to learn and grow, to experience life in a way that you weren’t quite made for, but that was full of lessons, surprises, full of excitement and adventure, full of… entertainment.

That's all it was. A... lesson. It was important for you to understand where you came from, or more accurately, where your parents came from, and that included looking at videos of what they considered art. And boy, was it art, alright!

A video that you've now memorised by heart was playing in one of the recreation rooms, because seeing it on a small screen just wasn't quite enough. The beautiful music video featured incredible vistas of Earth like you've never quite seen it before, a choreography that highlighted just how fluid and dynamic humans could actually be when trying, a symphony of voices blending together beautifully, lyrics that melted your heart, and the most beautiful human men you have ever laid your eyes on, and you were almost upset that that what was what was missing from Pandora, and instead was all you got was old scientists who even at the best of times were not quite the same... sight.

It pained Neteyam to admit that when you asked him to come and hang around the labs, something he didn't like doing in the best of circumstances (but always did because of you), he definitely didn't expect this. He didn't quite understand the feelings plaguing him, feelings that never tried him before, as he watched your face, completely entranced and mesmerised, looking at the big screen where human men were singing and dancing in a way he found silly, but to his massive shock - you didn't. You and Neteyam shared an opinion on most things, have done since you were but children, growing up together in this world that scared you both, but that you braved together. So why was it now that this was changed this little fact that he was so fond of, that he held on for dear life, that he cherished with everything he had?

Is this what he was feeling? Sadness? No... it didn't quite feel like sadness. The twitching in his eye and the way his hands balled up in a tight fist is not what he associated with feeling down. Anger? Neteyam didn't get angry too often, but the times he did, it felt hot, like burning embers pushed down his throat. So not quite anger, either. It felt... bitter, like a poisoned fruit. His stomach tightened at the way you were almost drooling over these men that you didn't know, that were just like you, and nothing like Neteyam. Is this what you wanted? Is that who you craved? A human, someone whose hands fit in yours perfectly and whose body was made to hold your own without towering over you?

Neteyam felt the ugly feeling surge through his veins until it was like iced-water replaced all his blood, and he suddenly recognised the feeling from a distant memory of the past, one he shared with his dad.

"Jealousy, son, is like... a wave, that comes and goes, and can ripple over your feet or can drown you in sorrow, and anger and pain. It's watching someone get something you want, it's feeling a precious thing slip through your fingers, no matter how hard you try to hold on to it. It's cold and powerful, it's the ugliest of emotions, and it's inevitable. Just don't let it consume you."

"Hey! I was watching that!" You screamed in Neteyam's direction in an attempt to understand what just happened, why he took the remote away from you and turned off the projector, leaving you a confused and dazed mess. Your already struggling mind got even more scrambled, as your friend placed a large hand on your chest, pushing you to the ground and getting on top of you, hovering until your faces were so close, they were almost touching, until his breath was warm and musky and deepening the quiet, steady haze overtaking you. Your eyes widened taking him in, flared nose and deep frown marring his beautiful face, but nothing held a candle to his own eyes, yellow orbs of molten gold, so precious and unique to you, so, so beautiful and right now, almost swallowed by his black irises that were more dilated that you've ever seen them before.

"Neteyam... what are you doing?"

"Why am I here, huh? Why did you ask me to come, so I can watch you drool over human men? So I can see how much you want them?"

"What are you talk-"

His words confounded you, almost as much as his tone did. He sounded... jealous. He couldn't be. Right? You and Neteyam were just friends... just friends. Sure, you've shared a few drunken kissess and flirty comments throughout your life, and you've found yourself catching him looking at you in a way that indicated something... more, but he was Neteyam. Neteyam, the prince of the Omaticaya. Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan. Neteyam, the most intelligent, caring, kind, compassionate, beautiful, sexy man you've ever seen... and a Na'vi. He had a line of women at his beck and call, so in time, you've come to terms with the fact he would never look at you, merely a measly human, and why should he? There was so much separating you, so much you'd never be able to overcome. And yet still, here he was, eyeing you like he hungered for you, like he ached for you, and your core throbbed at the view, a soft moan barely contained as you felt his twitching cock brush against your thigh.

"Is this what you want, what you crave, friend? All this fucking time, I thought there was a chance you might want me, the way I want you, the way I need you. And turns out I never stood a fucking chance, huh?"

"Neteyam, no, I -"

"What, what do you have to say for yourself?"

His hand was tracing your body softly, inching from your neck and collarbone, down your chest and waist, ghosting over your hips, until he found your shorts, clinging to your body in a way that drove him crazy, that let little to the imagination, that made him wants to explore every inch of you with his fingers, and his tongue.

"Is this for them?" when his hand slipped in between your thighs, feeling the wet patch that formed there in the short time he was on top of you, you pushed them instinctively together, trapping his fingers as they started to move, the moan unable to remain trapped inside of you anymore. The shake of your head was so aggressive it gave you whiplash, but you wanted him to know, needed him to know that it was him, only him, always him.

"No, Netey-, fuck! No, it's for you!"

The growl that escaped him made your heart still in your chest, the raw, powerful emotion something you have never seen in Neteyam, who was always a calming, tame presence in your life. It took him no time at all to remove the shorts that he's dreamt of seeing around your ankles for so long, a reality that he would cherish later, once his mind was no longer poisoned by the bitter hold of jealousy.

"You're lying. I saw the way you're watching them, I saw the look in your eyes. You just want a little human man your own size, huh?"

He takes a second, just a second to admire your body, that he's seen in all his filthiest, most beautiful dreams as it welcomed him, spread for him, bent for him, arched for him, but nothing, not even the absolute best of them, compared to the sight that would be forever tattooed in his brain from this point on. Your disheveled face, parted lips and blushing cheeks, messy hair as you were sprawled on the floor, looking at him with blown up pupils through your long lashes, your chest heaving up and down, nipples poking through your tank top... it all drove him fucking crazy. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you, long and hard, and show you that you deserved better than a human, that he can make you come in ways you haven't even imagined before.

"I'm not lying, Neteyam. I never thought you'd ever want me, so I moved on. But I need you, I want you, please. Only you. Only you, please."

His cock twitched and hardened even more at your words, more than he ever thought was fucking possible, and it hurt, the strain caused by his tightened tewng, the desire to fill you up more overwhelming by the second.

"Is that so, baby girl? You want me to fuck you?" his hand pushes your lace panties to the side, smirking at how drenched they were, and his breath hitches in his throat at the way your swollen folds glistened with slick, at the way your smell inundated his senses and pushed him to a primal state, in which nothing else in this world existed but you, and the desire to fill you up with him cum and watch as it dripped out of your small, perfect cunt.

"Yes! Yes, please!"

"Have you been good enough to deserve to be fucked, pretty girl? Is this what you think good girls do? Acting like a little slut, salivating over men that could never satisfy you?"

You whimper as his pushes two fingers in you, curling them so they drag against the spongy part in your core in a way that makes you squirm under him. The stretch is just enough to feel pressure building in you, not enough to reach the height in needed to be released, and you start grinding, fucking yourself on his fingers, hoping to get yourself there, hoping to reach the orgasm you needed more desperately with every passing second. Your actions anger him, as he pulls his fingers out swiftly and straddles you once more, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes that felt like no light could escape from.

"Answer me."

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"That's right, baby girl. And why is that?"

"Because I'm yours. I'm all yours."

"Fuck, that's right, baby. You're mine. All fucking mine."

"Open your mouth for me." You do as you're told, and watch as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes past them, until your mouth is coated in your slick, and you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue on and in between them, until you gather every last drop. He groans a wild, erotic groan, feeling the way your clean yourself off of him dutifully, and he lets his mind fantasise about the day you'll be chocking on his cock, your beautiful eyes drowned in tears as the girth becomes too much to handle, drops falling down your face as you try to take more of him, your tongue flat against him as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, as he comes down your throat. He slowly removes his fingers, even as you cling on, and they come out with a pop, and you smile at the sound, teeth finding your bottom lip as they sink into it, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to form on your lips.

"Such a filthy girl. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna show you why I'm the only one for you."

"You took my fingers so well, tiyawn. Now let's see how well you take my cock."

taglist: @fanboyluvr @theycallmesia @yagirlheree

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finsplurtz · 1 year ago

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all mine — sukuna ryōmen

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Sukuna Ryōmen

— Contents: sub top male reader x dom bottom Sukuna , OOC sukuna , A bit of x Yuji , madd overstimulation , could contain r4pe , power bottom Sukuna , degrading , crying , a bit of a breeding kink in there , Yuji is aged up……

Warnings : non con possibly, crying

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Itadori was panting while his body twitched. He was straddling yn, he was fully stuffed with his cock. Cum on yn’s stomach, and some dripping out of his ass.

yn was lazy and tired, he lied on the bed staring at the ceiling just massaging his boyfriend’s thighs.

“..ngh…” A small noise caught his attention. He looked at Ita’ who was slightly out of it.

“….you okay, hon..?” He asked bringing his hand to caress his boyfriend’s face.

Itadori hiccuped before nodding and slowly lying his body over his boyfriends chest.

Yn was slightly concerned but tried not to question him too much…he ran his fingers thru Yuji’s hair closing his eyes hoping to fall asleep.

He felt Yuji lift his ass slowly and sink back down with more cum pooling out. Yn quirked an eyebrow. He already felt a bit overstimulated so he hoped Yuji wouldn’t want to go again..

“Yuji…” yn whispered and groaned. He swallowed when he felt his cute boyfriend begin to kiss and suck at his neck.

Yn let out small moans grabbing a handful of Yuji’s hair to gently pull him off.

“Yuj—“ He froze when he made eye contact with the devil himself.

“..S-sukuna..?” The tatted guy sat up straight with a slight moan.

“..Impressive.” Sukuna smirked looked down at the small bulge in his stomach. Yn blushed looking away. He kept his hands off yuji’s body.

“We’ll see how much more you can handle, yeah? Now that I have you all to myself while Yuji’s passed out…I can use my time wisely.” He lifted himself and slammed himself hack down harshly laughing when yn let out a pathetic whimper.

“SUKUNA- my..dick..” he whined gripping the sheets.

The curse ignored yn’s protests and continued to fuck himself on him. After a bit the pleasure hit him as well as the overstim since Yuji had already came.

Yn was high off sex, his eyes looking everywhere but at this fckin weirdo

“Hah…~ look at you ynnn-yy ..already fucked out aren’t you..mm..~” Sukuna ran his sharp nails over yn’s bare chest making him twitch and whine.

“Ita must be lucky..getting to see this whenever he wants. Soon as I get my freedom…you’re all mine….” Sukuna laughed once more bouncing on yn’s dick again.

“Shit- Yuji’s stupid b..body is so..ugh..~” Sukuna placed his hands on yn’s abdomen struggling to lift himself with his shaky thighs.

Yn was practically drooling as his dick twitched inside the ‘King of curses’.

“Hm..~? Really hope Yuji’s awake..need him to see this fucjing beauty..!” He grabbed yn’s jaw and forced him to look Sukuna in the eyes.

‘Kuna rolled his eyes and did his best to continue overstimulating the younger male. Pulling the whiniest sluttiest whimpers and cries from this man. He thought sukuna couldn’t tell but, yn was stopping himself from placing his hands on the smaller body.

“S-scared to touch me..~? Or afraid of what Yuji might s-say..” Sukuna smirked intertwining his fingers with yn’s finding his own g spot.

Sukuna’s tongue lolled out and he let out a whorish moan fucking himself faster and sloppier.

“Shhhitt..~ you feel so fuckin’ good…so big..I want your babies in me..!” Sukuna bit yn’s lip who shook violently inside his boyfriend and hissed at the small sting on his lip.

“Wa-wanna breed me…~? I bet Yuji would fuckin’ loveeee our b-babies..” Sukunas nails dug deeper into yn’s shoulder blades making him wince.

“Cmon..give me your children.” Sukuna sat up straight and grabbed yn’s hands, placing them on his hips, he shuffled on his dick.

“Fuck me..~?” Sukuna said in a low voice. Yn whined and began to fuck Sukuna at his best abilities.

Sukuna smirked watching the guy crumble beneath him. He was so weak, so sensitive..he couldn’t bear the sensation.

He pulled at yn’s wrist sitting him up and l putting both his hands on his leaking cock.

“Look at you…all fucked up~” Sukuna laughed and grinded his hips into yn’s hand as well as massaging his prostate with his dick.

“You’re all mine…just a little mess..my messy big dicked bitch..~!” He moaned pressing yn’s hands tighter around his smaller dick.

“..right, yn..~?” With one of his clawed hands he grabbed at the guys jaw and looked into his eyes.

“All…mine..~” Sukuna whispered gracing his lips against yn’s, pulling him into a hot make out session. Yn was practically drooling letting his tongue roam Sukuna mouth, maybe the amount of stimulation was making him all the more horny…

He thrusted his hips trying to cum one more time having Sukuna moan into his mouth.

“Mmph..~ Gunna c-come…” yn whined looking into Sukuna’s red eyes.

“Yeah..? Cmon big guy..come deeppp inside me….~” Sukuna’s dick twitched as he was also close.

A couple more thrust and yn came with a loud sob, his body trembled, he hid his face in the crook of Sukuna’s neck, panting like a dog.

Cum spilled from Sukuna’s cock while he moaned at the feeling of the other’s cum filling him up. He loved it so much, the feeling of an orgasm was now stuck in his mind.

“You’re all mine…right, love..?” Sukuna whispered into yn’s ear who mumbled incoherent noises and kissed his neck.

Sukuna grinned and wrapped his arms around yn’s neck.

He heard a small sniffle come from Sukuna and pulled away to see Yuji looking down at him with teary eyes.

Yn caressed his face and kissed him passionately.

“..I’m yours, Yuji..” He said looking into Yuji’s beautiful eyes before smiling and laying down on the bed spooning the smaller.

“Only yours…” He whispered while Yuji held onto him tighter.

Secretly Yuji really liked seeing yn go all submissive and whiny for him. He just imagined it was because of him and not Sukuna.

a/n: Sukuna typa guy to switch with Yuji while he’s having sex w/ yn to scare him…

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theblueflower05 · 2 years ago

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Hi !!!! So I’m still new to the whole male! omega X female! alpha because I do love myself some good old fashioned sexy male protector and haven’t really read that pairing yet (I do love yours though I’m HOOKED). I don’t want to characterize male! omegas as weak (I’m not well verse in A/B/O dynamics that aren’t purely sexual) but that’s what I’ve seen in other fandoms and writings. So, how does the “protector” role play out in a male! omega x female! Alpha relationship? How would each react to their s/o getting hurt—does an omega react differently from an alpha and vice versa?

I am such a huge fan of your work queen 🙏 HAPPY PRIDE 😛💓🏳️‍🌈

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

I love talking about the Omegaverse in Pandora, I get so excited when I see asks like these!

Like, let’s talk for hours about space and alien sexuality!

Okay so this might be long winded, but I’m going to like share the brain rot:

So a lil lowdown on Omega!Neteyam. He’s a hunter, a soldier, a warrior. There’s really nothing feminine or weak about him- and he’s constantly battling the stigma around his secondary gender.

Where his softness comes to play is in the way that he cares for his loved ones. He’s a caretaker at heart, when he was little he’s lowkey loved when one of his siblings or parents would get sick because it meant he could dote on them without the sideways look. He likes hovering, he likes being intellectually intimate, he likes domestic routines.

The Omega!Males in my story don’t carry their children. There will be no mpreg here(no shame to authors who go that route that’s just my personal preference)

The Alpha!Female!Reader will carry his children.

That’s heady for Neteyam. You’re the center of his universe. Their designations just make it more intense. They share not only Tsaheylu but the mating bite. They’re intertwined on like a whole other level(I’m crying because why can’t things like this be real. I wanna merge souls with my partner ugh)

Neteyam is extremely possessive and protective over you. Especially when he’s close to a heat or your close to rutting. He doesn’t want to share what’s his, after so long of denying himself the love and attention of an Alpha, he’ll be damned if anyone else thinks that they can vie for it.

He’s a large man. Tall and broad. And he’s cross trained- in Omiticayan, Metkayinan and Marine combat. He’s a fucking force to be reckoned with.

He’s usually pretty mild tempered but you? Someone fucking with you? He will lose it. He sees red.

Omg omg omg we don’t even need to get into what he’s like when you’re pregnant. He’s all over you. He’s fused to your side. He’s hissing at everyone- even your own father- if they get too close.

If anything idk. I think him being an Omega and the mating bite and the fact that he’s YOURS makes him so much more protective of over you.

#neteyam smut #omega neteyam #omega neteyam x female alpha reader #tw: aged up #aged up neteyam

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Warmth

Kinktober Day 02 - Eating Out

A/N: Day two! Let's go!

Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, size difference, praise kink, slight breeding kink, all characters are aged up

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

The Metkayina village is beautiful. The crashing waves were unlike anything I had heard before—the feeling of the sand between my toes. And for once, I did not have to worry as much about being too short for things. I no longer have to worry about climbing the jungle's trees, switching to catch vines to keep up with the Sully family. Spider was able to keep up with some difficulties. Keeping up in the jungle is difficult for me; as a child, I had fallen out of a tree, breaking my ankle in multiple places; it never fully healed. Many days, walking is difficult, let alone hiking and climbing. I was always stuck in the lab, and on a good day, I could make the trek to the village, where I would sit and weave or bead clothing. But here in Metkayina, I don’t have to worry as much about that. While I will always have bad days, the water doesn’t put as much pressure on my ankle. I can sit by the water's edge and use the fishing poll I made. I can move in the water with ease. But my favorite thing about moving here is Aonung.

While in the beginning, he was an arrogant snot who needed his face bashed in. After the brawl, if you could call it that, he started to change. He Aonung was definitely still cocky, but he wasn’t cruel anymore. Some of the crowd that followed him didn’t get the memo. A group of them started to heckle me on my way to the water. One grabbed my fishing rod and waved it around, catching me on the hook. They tugged the string, pulling the hook in my arm; I begged them to stop; next thing I knew, the goon who was pulling on the line was flat on his ass, with Aonung standing over him, fist raised. Not expecting their leader to protect me, they scampered off fast. Aonung asked if I was alright and brought me to Ronal. There’s still a scar from the hook, but Aonung brought me healing paste and ointments to lessen the scar. It was not long after that we began to court.

Today was rainy; the wind was blowing harshly. Many of the families would do their indoor chores today and leave any hunts for another day. Most of the underwater gathering could be done, but many top-side fishers would wait another day. This is when I have some of my best hauls. There is no one to join me on these days, so I sit in solitude until someone decides to hunt me down.

“There you are, Tawtute.” Aonung walks towards me, crouching under the low rocks leading to my spot.

Scoffing, I reply, “This is where I always am, Skxawng.”, never taking my eyes off my fishing.

Aonung sits behind me, his legs on either side of mine, wrapping his arms around my waist, “I missed you,” he whispered into my hair.

I smiled at his words, “I missed you too,” leaning into his embrace. I feel his kuru fall and land on my lap, something he always does. He puts his most sensitive anatomy in my lap or hands to say he loves and trusts me.

“How has your fishing been today?” gesturing to my basket nearby.

“It has been well. I just need one more, and it will be full.” Pleased with my work, as it is barely noon and my work is nearly finished.

“You work harder than any other member of the village right now. Today is meant to be spent inside, with our families and lovers,” Aonung emphasizes with a small kiss on my neck, “You already have enough food to provide for several families. Come home with me,” He pleads.

Looking at my basket of fish and felt my cold, wet skin and Aonung’s warmth on my back and waist. My answer is easy to come to. I reel in my line and start to finish packing. Aonung smiles like he won the lottery, grabbing my basket of fish for me in one hand and in the other holding my hand. He always carries my basket for me; every day I fish, I know that Aonung will find me. The walk back to his marui was simple; we dropped the basket of fish off at the communal marui, where it will be prepared for the group meal at Eclipse. Aonung’s marui isn’t far from there. The warmth felt nice, a relief from the cold.

“I have some of your warm clothes by our sleep mat. Why don’t you get warm?” He kisses my head before heading to start a fire for us.

Looking at his muscular back, seeing his them flex as he moves through his marui, warms me in a different way. Feeling this sparked an idea. A naughty idea.

I move over so Aonung can see me on the side. I cross my arms and slowly slip my shirt over my head, wiggling as I fight to get the wet clothes off my body. I start slipping off my skirt the Aonung made me, pretending to struggle with the many straps that wrap around my hips.

“Would you like some help with that?” Aonung asks from his place on the other side of the marui.

I let loose a fake grunt of frustration, “Yes, please. This is my favorite skirt, and I always worry I might break it.” I pouted as I turned to look at him.

“Of course, ma Sumtsyìp. Next time, I will make fewer straps so it is easier for you.” His hands trail down my hips, untangling the straps, sliding them down my thighs. The skirt slips off once it passes my thighs. Aonung’s hands start to leave my body, but I grab them, putting them on my waist.

“Are you still cold love?” Wrapping himself around me, “Would you like me to help you with that?” His voice dropped to a gravel. I nod my head, eager for his touch, “Words, ma Sumtsyìp,” Aonung demanded.

“Yes, please. Want you to touch me” I plead.

Aonung kisses my neck, “Good girl,” his fingers brush up my sides and rest on my breasts, covered by my bra. I hear his hiss as he feels the fabric instead of flesh; he’s never been a fan of tawtute clothing. His fingers came close to the center of my bra and rips. A moan rips from me at his actions. He drags the torn fabric and throws it in the fire he made. Aonung replaces it with his hands, grouping my breasts. He holds them for one moment before his fingers inch closer to my nipples; he tweaks and pinches them gently. Rolling them between his fingers. I lean back onto him, sighing from the gentle pleasure.

“Feel good, Sumtsyìp?” He asks, his lips brushing over my neck.

“Yes, always so good,” I whisper back.

Aonung’s hands leave my breasts and go down to my waist again, “Go lay down on our mat,” a finger tugs at my panties, “and take these off.” he backs away.

I jump to follow his orders, nearly tearing my panties in my eagerness to get them off. I lay down on my back, waiting for his next move. Aonung leans over and covers me with his body, caging me in his warmth; he brushes my hair with his hand and kisses me sweetly on my lips. “You’ve been so good today, worked hard to bring those fish in for the village. Sat there in the rain for hours, and now you’re being a good girl and letting me help you, listening to me. You deserve a reward.” He murmurs against my lips.

His lips continue down, laying kisses on my jaw and neck; he stays there for a bit, continuing to mark my neck in rings of purple, drawing small sighs from me. From there, he returns to my chest; his hand cups my left breast while his lips go to my right. First, he licks around my nipple, feeling them as they stiffen, before taking it into his mouth. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him.

“Stay still for me. Or this will end.” He threatened.

I lower myself back to the floor with a thump, not wanting this to end early. I hear Aonung chuckle before he goes back to my breast. His lips fasten to my nipple, sucking harshly, nibbling as I moan into the warm air of the marui. I tense as I do my best to stay still for him, wanting to be good. Finally, he lets go with a wet suckle, only to switch to the other breast, lavishing it with attention. His other hand was never idle, playing with my other breast.

My eyes are screwed shut from the pleasure, “Nung, Nung, please. More.”

He chuckles again before letting go of my best, “But I’m warming you up, Sumtsyìp. I can’t leave a piece of you cold. That would be cruel of me.” A smirk dominated his face, but he complained as he moved down to my navel. His tongue circled around before dipping inside. Aonung flicks his tongue multiple times before moving on. He goes to each hip bone, leaving a mark on each side, he doesn’t stay there long, moving lower, and I feel his breath ghosting my cunt.

“Look here, you’re so wet for me. Already dripping onto our mat.” Aonung leans back, grabbing my knees and lifting them by my shoulders. “ Well then, don’t mind if I do.”

Using the flat of his tongue, Aonung drug it from bottom to top, stopping to suck at my clit. A squeal left my lips; I could barely even wiggle in this position, stuck to endure the pleasure he gives me, “Look at me” I meet his eyes, and from there, he stays at my clit for a bit, sucking it into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing. I fight not to close my eyes as the onslaught of pleasure takes over. Looking into his bright blue eyes, he travels lower, fucking his tongue into my cunt. The rest of his mouth covers my pussy, sucking as he fucks it.

“Nung, Nung, please, oh fuck,” I beg, my toes curl as I feel my core tightening.

Letting my pussy go, he asks, “Are you gonna cum for me, Sumtsyìp? Gonna cum on my tongue? You know I can taste myself from this morning. Maybe this time it will take.” Aonung returns to my pussy like a starved man, fucking my hole, then sucking my clit. A never-ending pleasure. I feel his drool and my slick dripping down my back, forming a puddle underneath me.

“Nung! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” I pleaded; my core is tight and needed to release, but I hadn’t been given the word.

“Cum Sumtsyìp, cum for me” Lathcing himself over my whole pussy, I released. I felt Pleasure, whiting my vision, as I screamed my release. Aonung swallowed it all as I came down from my high. Using his mouth to clean me up. Every lick brought a shot of pleasure, causing me to twitch. “Good girl, you did such a good job listening to me.” Aonung takes me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. He grabs my favorite blanket, wrapping it around me, “Now, Sumtsyìp, let's cuddle by the fire. I do not want you to catch a cold.” Kissing my head, we sit by the fire.

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