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Hush Now

Pairings:Adult! Lo’ak x Navi!Adult!Reader

Word count: 22k

Na’vi dictionary: TanhÌ -star, bioluminescent freckle TÌyawn- love Mawey- calm

Warnings: Blood and blood loss, traumatic birth, grief, angst with comfort, mentions of character death

banner by: @/cafekitsune

Pain is all you feel as you collide with a tree for the third time. Your body was screaming out for you to stop, to slow down and take a break, but you couldn’t. Pushing yourself off the tree, you don't make it far before an agonizing pain shoots through your belly, bringing you to your knees. Your hands fly to your belly to soothe the pain. Panting, you lean your back against the tree, the pain becoming too much to bear.

“No, no, no, please little one. Not now.” Your whimpering voice was laced with fear as you sat against the tree. With one hand cradling your stomach, you trailed the other one between your legs, only for it to come back covered with blood. Your whimpers were cut short as you heard your neck radio crackle to life.

“Tanhi! Where are you? Are you okay?” You instantly recognized the voice of your mate. Despite the situation, relief washed over you as you reached your hand up to talk to him, only for you to let out a strangled noise of pain just as your hand touched the button for the mic.

“(Y/n)!” His voice became panicky upon hearing your pained noises. “I-I’m here tÌyawn, I’m alright. The baby is alright. I think the baby just didn’t like me running.”

“Please get somewhere safe and then radio me. Dad, Neteyam, Kiri, and I aren't far from where you last were, just please be careful.”

“I will. I think they’re-” You were cut off as something slammed into you, sending you sprawling onto your back. The knife you were clutching was knocked from your hand, landing just out of reach. You barely had time to react before the viperwolf lunges for you, its attack thwarted by you pressing your arm against its neck. The viperwolf gnawed and thrashed against your hold, its claws finding purchase in the flesh of your arms and thighs, leaving deep gashes in its wake.

Throwing your other arm behind you, you blindly search for your knife. The viperwolf’s teeth were getting dangerously close to your face with every lunge, and you could feel your grip weakening as its claws dug their way further into your legs and arms. Just as you thought you’d be overwhelmed, your fingers finally grip the handle of your knife. Before you even had time to think, you were already bringing your knife into the viperwolf.

Srrk, srrk, srrk. Over and over, you bring your knife down into its neck, body, head, hell, anywhere you can until it stops moving and your hands and chest are covered in its blood. It collapses against you, the weight of its body pressing uncomfortably against your belly. With a grunt, you manage to push it off and begin to cradle your bump as you drag yourself towards the nearest tree and prop yourself against it to catch your breath.

Unfortunately for you, your bad luck streak continues as you hear the telltale howls of viperwolves in the distance. ‘Fuck’ You say internally as you push yourself off the tree you were leaning on for support and begin to run again.

~Earlier that day~

You awoke to the warm morning sun on your face, and Lo’ak’s arms wrapped firmly above your swollen middle. Quickly checking to see if he was still awake, you gently tried to dislodge his hands to no avail.

He readjusted his hold on you, pulling your body flush to his before speaking in a smooth voice. “What are you doing tiyawn?”

“How long have you been awake Lo?” You asked as you sank back into the warmth of his embrace.

“A little before sunrise. I just wanted to admire my beautiful mate for a while.” He shifted slightly before you felt his lips pressing against your neck. He trailed kisses up to the shell of your ear before speaking again.

“The baby was also moving a lot before you woke up, and I wanted to spend time with my girls before I went on this hunt.” You scoffed good-naturedly at his words. Lo’ak had been convinced since the day you confirmed your pregnancy that the baby you were carrying was a girl. You and the rest of the family all thought your first child had to be a boy. Tuk would jokingly say you were having both a boy and a girl because your belly was so big, which slightly scared you at the thought of having two babies at once.

“Well, you need to get up and eat before going hunting today Lo’, you know how cranky you get when you don’t eat.” You attempted again to pry his hands away from your belly. Succeeding, you slowly sit up and look at the man beside you.

“Alright yawne,” He says as he sits up, stopping to give both you and your belly a kiss as he does. “Let's go see what they have for breakfast.”

After peppering both your face and your belly with kisses, Lo’ak left with the hunting party. You began what had been your daily routine for the last few months. You helped Kiri and Moat make medicines, helped Neytiri sharpen arrows, and you even snuck in time for a walk with Tuk.

To wind down, Kiri and Tuk sat down together, and you continued your weaving project while Kiri braided Tuk’s hair. A sharp kick had you letting out a string of curses as your hand smoothed over your belly.

”Are you alright (y/n)?” Kiri asked, a look of concern crossing her features, as she placed one of her hands over the hand you had cradling your belly. “Is it the baby?”

“Babies!” Tuk absentmindedly corrects. The older girl looks back at her sister with a look that could only be read as ‘seriously?’ Tuk smiles as she gives her sister a small shrug. “Hey, when I end up being right, I expect to be the first out of the family to hold them.”

You let out a small chuckle. “I’m fine Kiri, and Tuk, if that happens, you'll have to fight your brother to get him to put them down.” As if to prove you are not fine, the baby delivers another sharp kick to your ribs.

“Ugh okay, little one, I get it.” As you move to stand, Kiri and Tuk quickly hop up to their feet and help you up. “I think the baby wants me to move around a little, so I’m going to take a walk.”

“Tuk and I can go with you if you want?” Kiri asks as she dusts herself off. The youngest Sully nods in agreement. “It’ll be no problem!”

You shake your head as you grab your sling bag. “I’ll be okay, girls. Plus, if I go now, I should be back before the hunting party arrives." The sun was going to set soon and you were determined to get this walk in before Lo’ak got back and forced you to be sedentary all night.

Kiri and Turk share a look before Kirk reaches into her bag and pulls out a neck microphone. “Take this with you at least. I can call you if the hunting party comes back early.” She holds it out and you take it. “I promise I won’t be gone too long, just long enough for the baby to calm down.” Kiri gives you a skeptical look before sighing and going back to Tuk’s hair. “Be back soon okay?” She says “Be safe!” Tuk says from her spot.

With a final look and a wave you begin to walk towards the forest. You probably should’ve taken the girls up on that offer to walk with you…

Your contractions were getting closer together as you ran, but you couldn’t afford to slow down, no matter how much it hurt. Your efforts were soon halted as you tripped over an exposed root, your body crashing into the ground as you let out a muffled groan. As you tried to stand, your ankle screamed out in protest, the pain from your ankle and the pain of your contractions forcing you back to the ground.

“Yawne! Yawne! (Y/N)! Lo’ak’s panicked voice could be heard through the neck microphone you wore. Just over his panicked yelling, you could still hear the snarling of the viperwolves not too far behind you. Quickly looking around, you spot a vine-covered hole in a tree, and using the last of your strength, you drag your body into the hole.

Once inside the hole, you shakily reach a hand up to your neck, and your voice is barely above a whisper as you speak. “L-Lo'ak, something’s wrong and I’m scared. The baby stopped moving after I fell, but I can still feel them coming.” A broken whimper of a sob escapes your lips, but the moment is soon worsened by the sounds of branches snapping and growling being heard outside of your hiding place.

“We’ll be there soon tÌyawn, just hold on!” His voice was unsteady as he yelled over the winds whipping around him and his ikran.

Your breathing quickened as you quickly pulled up the skirt you were wearing. A hand flew between your legs, and the other gripped the ground beneath you. As the pain becomes too much to bear, you let out a blood-curdling wail.

~Lo’ak’s pov~

Another arrow is fired from his bow and solidly lands in a viper wolf, killing it instantly. His panicked state made it nearly impossible for him to think straight, his concern growing every minute. Behind him, Neteyam and Kiri dismount their ikrans and rush over to him.

“I haven’t seen anything yet. Dad is making a loop around the area to see if he can spot her.” Neteyam places a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder in reassurance, but Lo’ak brushes him off.

“What if we’re too late?!? What if one of them got to her and the baby before we could?!?!!” He pulled at his hair as he thought about everything that could have happened to you. Your screams from earlier replayed on a loop in his head, and his brain began spiraling at the thought of losing you and your baby.

“Guys over here!” Lo’ak and Neteyam’s heads snapped in the direction of their sister. They shared a look before running over to where Kiri was, only to find her pointing at a bloody leaf. As they ran further into the trees, they found bloodier leaves and a few bloody hand prints. Just as they began to assume the worst, a gut-wrenching scream was heard. Lo’ak, never one to think before he acted, took off in the direction of the sound. His siblings following closely after him.

Pushing branches out of the way, he burst into a clearing, Kiri and Neteyam not far behind. Frantically, he began calling your name. After not hearing anything and seeing blood covering the side of a tree, he broke down. Kiri and Neteym could only watch as their brother punched the tree and cried. Their stomachs sank as, for the first time since they started searching for you, their hope began to dwindle.

Lo’ak couldn't take it anymore and slid down the tree and sobbed. Sobs wracked his body as he buried his face in his hands. His breath halted as a hand reached out from the hole in the tree he was next to and wrapped around his ankle. He quickly dropped to his knees and pulled the vines away to reveal a sight that made him cry tears of joy. There you were, in all your beauty. The toll of giving birth in a stressful situation left you a tired, sweating mess.

“(Y/N)! I-” He was promptly cut off as you pressed a bloody finger to your lips and pointed at the bundle you were holding.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A beautifully chubby little blue baby was lying in your arms, wrapped in the shawl you had been wearing. Without thinking, his hand reached out and gently moved the part of the shawl covering the baby’s face. “Would you like to hold her?” Your question was simple, yet he only processed the last part of the question.

“S-she? We have a daughter?” His heart soared as you gave him a tired smile and held her out for him. He quickly, but gently took the baby in his hands, the slight jostling disturbing her. A small fist came up and rubbed at her cheek, and that’s when he saw it. Five…… five fingers. His daughter had five fingers like him. Using his index finger and thumb, he gently rubbed her chubby hand.

As Kiri made her way over to the tree, Neteyam stood back to contact Jake. Her gentle hands reached her brother's shoulder as she knelt next to him.

“We have a daughter, Kiri.” His voice was no louder than a whisper, but she could hear all the love and excitement in his voice. As she looked up at you, she could see the smile gracing your lips as you watched your mate holding your baby. The looks on both your and Lo’ak’s faces were of pure love and adoration. Kiri herself couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips as she watched you two, her gaze moving towards her brother.

“You know, I hate to say it Lo’ak, but you somehow managed to make a cute baby.” Her tone was playful as she reached out a hand and gently rubbed a finger against the baby’s cheek. The expression on her brother’s face turns into a pout as he looks up at her. “So you’re saying you thought my kid would be ugly?”

“No. I’m saying that I was hoping the baby would look more like (y/n) than you.” Her playfulness seemingly rubbed off on her brother as a wide grin broke out across his face.

While Kiri and Lo’ak bickered, Jake and Neteyam gathered around the hole in the tree to see you and the baby. As everyone cooed and fawned over your daughter, you smiled as best you could. You were feeling faint and exhausted, but nothing could stop you from enjoying the loving way Lo’ak looked at your child together. The call to sleep was becoming harder to resist now, so you closed your eyes, only intending to take a quick nap………

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I know you said art three would be available on this blog for Tìprrte’ and Fmokx but I can’t seem to find it! Could you point me in the right direction? And what about “The girl who fell from earth” will that be posted soon?

Ahhhh I’m sorry! I took down the “Yhe girl who fell from earth” to re write it because I didn’t like the way I wrote it anymore. As far as part three for Tìprrte and Fmokx it’s more than halfway written and all I gotta write is the end but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months now 😭

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Slobbering and foaming at the mouth. I always love when you write bbg!

Can you please write something neteyam x human reader? I really love your stories 😭 thank you if you read my request ❤️ (you can do smut or fluff)

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒄!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑳, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 (𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊). 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔<3

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚~ @h-aewo , @dollywons

The fog of sleep slowly clears from your brain with every tingle of pleasure that was sent up your spine, the sensation of a hot, wet tounge sliding into your leaking hole making you shiver. You pick up your head and look down to be met with a pair of lust filled yellow orbs staring back at you. “Hey, babygirl” he greets, not even bothering to pull away from your puffy, overwhelmed cunt, “hi, teyam..what got you so eager?” You question through your whimpers, tangling a hand between his neat braids.

He trails his left hand up your stomach till he gets to your perky tits, rolling your hardened nipples between his point and thumb while his right arm stayed hooked around your thigh, “your scent was getting stronger the longer you slept, strong enough to the point that I was getting dizzy the longer i didn’t have the taste of your sweet pussy on my tounge.” His words make warmth pool in your stomach as they trigger you to recall to the dream you were having doing exactly this. Guess dreams really do come true, huh?

“Mhmm, I’d say sorry but it doesn’t really seem like you want an apology,” a breathless giggle comes from you before it turns into a series of moans as his thumbs part your folds to suck directly on your needy, twitching clit. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge, spraying him with your juices as your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You hear him moan in satisfaction, greedily gulping down your fluids like you were the most rejuvenating fruit ever.

Once you ride out your high, you register that he still hasn’t stopped. Still delving into your drooling cunt ferociously, as if he’d never get to taste you again. “Teyam, pl-ease..” you implore, moaning loudly when he pushes his face deeper into your cunt, making his nose press against your throbbing clit; your hips instinctively bucking away from the overwhelming painful pleasure. A warning growl leaves him before he sinks his sharp fangs into the doughy flesh of your thighs, eliciting a yelp from you, “kem i tseyä nìmun, [you do that again] and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out,” he slips two fingers inside of you effortlessly and presses the pad of his fingertips right into that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars to punctuate his seriousness. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. And that’s what drove you crazy, whenever he says something, he means it.

Reluctantly, you listen to his words, forcing yourself to stay still as he completely ravages your poor pussy. His fingers curl and pound against your sweet-spot repeatedly as his tounge swirls in circles around your clit, emitting a series of high pitched moans before the coil in your stomach snaps aggressively, another wave of your arousal covering the both of you and the bed below you. Your smooth, small hands frantically pull onto his own rough, calloused hands as you try to desperately find some grounding as he keeps abusing your spent cunt. Obscene squelching and slurping sounds fill the room, along with your moans and whimpers and even neteyams own animalistic moans, groans, and growls. Your cunt continues to flutter and pulsate around neteyams fingers as you tremble with pleasure, the visabel shake of your legs making him giggle into your cunt, the vibration from it making you squeak in surprise. “I hope you know, I’m far from done with you, yawntu,” he reassurces as he slowly and smoothly pulls his fingers out of you as he pushes and pins your legs all the way back; so your knees are flush against your chest, his strong hands pinning your whole body down against the bed way too easily.

He licks a bold stripe up from the base of your slit all the way up to the top, then placing slow, wet kisses along the length of it and on top of your clit. The feeling has you squirming and whining, feebly gripping onto his hand as hot tears begin to roll down your face, your basically slipping out of your ear from how good he was eating you. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me play with you for as long as I want to.” He breaks away from your slick, puffy pussy to leave warm, sloppy kisses and love bites all over the hot skin of your thighs, urging soft cries and whimpers to come from your plush lips. “I know, babygirl, I know..” he coos as he trails his right hand up your thigh, parting your folds to press his thumb into your clit before rubbing it in slow, precise circles, while his left reached up to cup the side of your face, his hand practically holding your entire head as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Awee, feels so good that you’re cryin? You’re adorable, ma’syulang” he leans up to gently, lovingly kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of each other. He swallows every little cute noise you make hungrily, only breaking away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure.“..think you can go one more time?” You shake your head no, a quiet, “i-i don’t think I-mhm~ can” as a pout covers your features as you feel him slip a skilled finger into you, hitting all the right places without any effort .“Mm, I think you can, babygirl. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” His face is filled with amusement, his ears perked up and tail swaying with the same emotion.

He always had such an easy time persuading you, which was one of the key things that made you know for a fact that this wasn’t gonna be the final time you were cumming tonight.

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𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆) 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕<3 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒎!

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽!,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

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Burning

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x Reader

Warnings: drugging, dubcon, slight somnophilia 

Wordcount:2K

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

A/N Divider by cafekitsune

Quaritch had been having a long day. Jake Sully had managed to slip away from him yet again and it caused him and his recoms to scur the forest for hours looking for him. After returning empty-handed, the general ordered them to rest up because they were heading out early the next morning. 

Despite returning with nothing, the recoms decided they’d make the most of their night by having a few beers and shooting the shit outside. Quaritch joined them but decided to retire to his room early for the night. 

As he made his way back inside, he could slowly feel the effects of the alcohol working through his system. His head was swimming more than it normally would. His new body was much more of a lightweight than he remembers being.  He stopped briefly to gather himself when you came up behind him. 

“Are you alright colonel?” You ask concern etched onto your face as you watch him. 

“M’fine. This new body of mine is just a lightweight. Seems it's not quite used to drinking yet.” He attempted to take another few steps and nearly crashed into the wall but caught himself against it last minute. What was going on? Did he drink that much?

The second you see him nearly crash into the wall you’re immediately helping him right himself. 

“Alright, let's get you back to your room alright?” You say as you help him stand upright. The two of you quite frankly looked ridiculous. Despite you being nearly 6 feet tall, he still towered over you at 9 feet, so as you helped him to his room he still had to lean against a wall when he could for extra support. 

Finally, after what felt like the longest walk of his life, the two of you enter his room with Quaritch collapsing onto his bed the second the two of you enter the room. After helping him onto his bed you sit on a chair opposite the bed and watch him. 

Is it normally this warm in here? He questioned as he raised a hand to wipe at the sweat that had begun collecting on his brow.  He began to pant as his body became too hot to bear. Grasping at his shirt, he barely manages to pull at it before your hands are around his, helping him pull the shirt above his head. 

His breathing didn't slow as his body grew hotter. Instead, a new problem arose. It seemed that as his body grew hotter his pants got tighter and tighter. It was becoming unbearable but before he could even do anything, there you were ‘helping’ him again. 

Somehow in this state, he didn’t notice that you had begun to straddle him. It was only when he began to claw at the waistband of his military-issued pants that he finally realize your position. 

Your hands were swift as you deftly undid his belt and began to unbutton his pants. Quaritch let out a groan of relief when he finally felt you sliding his pants down and off his body. His body felt a singular degree cooler but it quickly didn’t matter as the heat continued to spread. He could feel himself straining against his underwear and groaned, but he was too hot to move much at this point. 

You were still straddling him, careful not to sit down completely. Soon he felt your hands on him. This time they were caressing him. His chest, his arms, his thighs. Everywhere you touched cooled his body but left burns in their wake, leaving him craving more of your cooling touch. He wanted…no needed you to touch him in those places again to soothe his burning skin. He needed that relief. 

You watched him squirm under your touch, soft pants and groans slowly became louder and more frequent as your hands danced across his body.  Each time your fingers would dance dangerously closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers, never quite touching them, merely grazing the skin just above where the line met his skin. 

Quaritch had determined that was where most of this infernal heat was coming from. Maybe if he took them off he’d be free from feeling like this. Weakly his hand raised and he tried to pull down his waistband but his body failed him.

He let out a frustrated groan as he felt another pulse of heat go through his body. He couldn’t take this anymore but his damned brain was too foggy to let him think clearly. 

“Here let me help you with that.” Your words are dripping with the same concern from earlier but it felt different. He couldn’t dwell on it for long as he felt your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and begin to pull. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto his pillow as you pull his boxers down, completely freeing his cock. For the first time since getting into his room, he could finally understand what was happening to him. 

His cock was standing at full attention, finally being exposed to the cool air of the room. It was….different than what he had before. Instead of having a smooth thick shaft topped with a mushroom-shaped head, he now had a slightly longer and thicker shaft that had small ridges halfway up his length leading up to an open spade-shaped head. 

His cock pulsed and through his hazy brain he could understand that he needed to relieve the pressure that was slowly but surely building up again. Driblets of precum were leaking from his dick like tears and despite his best efforts to turn his mind elsewhere, his cock throbbed every second it went untouched. A strangled groan claws its way out of his throat despite his attempts to hold back. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed this to end. 

As Quaritch opens his eyes, he sees you perfectly perched on his lap, watching his every move. Through the haze clouding his brain, he could almost swear that you had a predatory glint to your gaze. As he locks eyes with you, you begin to speak. 

“Looks like you still need help, Colonel. Do you want me to keep helping you?” Your voice. That damnable voice of yours was like a lighthouse, guiding him through the fog and right where you wanted him. 

“P-please” He hated the way his voice cracked and broke as he spoke. It seemed you needed no more encouragement as the second the last syllable left his lips, you were on him. 

Your hands were caressing his skin again but this time they managed to find themselves on his cock. Soft hands and fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft causing him to hiss as your cool hands touched his super-heated skin.

“Shhh don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon I promise.” You cooed as your hand began to move. Aided by the copious amounts of fluid coving his cock, your hand easily glides up and down his length, taking special care to gently thumb his leaky slit. 

Quaritch felt instant relief as you stroked him. His legs widened on their own accord as you sped up, your languid strokes becoming faster as you stroked him. Under your practiced hand, Quaritch was rapidly approaching his end. 

He felt a shift on his small bed and soon your lips were brushing against the hot skin of his neck. He could feel your warm tongue pressing against his even warmer skin and his cock rapidly pulses in your hand at the contact. His legs widened as he weakly bucked his hips into your hand, chasing his imminent release. 

In between leaving kisses against his neck, you whisper sweetly into his ear, encouraging him. “There we go Colonel, go ahead and take what you want. You deserve it for being so good.” Your grip on his cock tightens ever so slightly as you speak, providing him with the final bit of pressure he needed before he came. 

Quaritch’s eyes screw shut and a broken whimper comes from his lips as his cock begins to pulse and all at once cum erupts from his slit, covering your hand in thick pearly spunk. His hips keep bouncing as he fucks your fist, chasing another release. You do nothing but hold your hand steady and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

His second orgasm comes quicker than the first, the cum spurting from his slit and covering your hand yet again. You let him ride out his orgasm, and after his hips finally still he’s left panting. Quaritch’s second orgasm had finally given him some reprieve from the unbearable heat he’d been feeling, but it didn’t completely stamp it out.

 And soon enough he’s squirming around as the heat within him returns and begins to burn him once again. His cock, which was flaccid, was starting to stiffen and harden again. It was enough to make him let out a frustrated groan as he felt his cock harden and pulse out of his control. 

“Oh you poor thing,” You whisper into his ear “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel better soon.”  He feels your lips on his neck again but you pull away before you reach his collarbone. He feels your weight shift and he opens his eyes to see you, holding his cock as you begin to lower yourself onto it. 

He sucks in a breath as he feels the head of his cock briefly kiss your slit before it is fully enveloped inside your cunt. You let out a barely audible moan as his cock sinks into you fully, the warm wet walls of your pussy immediately aiding to suck him in further.  He watches as you lean over him and press a kiss to his lips, your tongue sliding across them as you pull away to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” He can practically hear the smirk in your voice as your hips begin to move. Slowly at first until they pick up a bit of speed and he can hear the sounds of your hips coming down onto his cum splattered ones. 

Your pussy feels divine but it seems that he’s been fighting the heat overtaking his brain for too long and as he begins to close his eyes he feels your hips still and hears just two words before he slips into unconsciousness. 

“Sleep well….”

~The next morning~ 

Quaritch awakes with a start, causing him to almost fall from his bed. He looks around his room for signs of you but you’re nowhere to be found. In fact, when he looks down at himself to check for the mess he left behind, that's gone as well and he’s also wearing his boxers. Nothing is out of place and as far as he can tell last night was just the dreams of a drunk man.

It seemed like all he had from that night were memories(?) and a dull ache in his head. He swings his legs off the side of his bed and rubs at his temples. “I really gotta stop drinking with those knuckleheads, this damn body can’t handle it.”  After a few moments, he finally manages to get up and prepare himself for what he already knows will be a long day. 

After going about his routine he goes to sit on his bed to lace up his boots when he sees something sticking out from his pillow. Picking it up, he immediately feels the soft cotton material and near instantly recognizes what he’s holding. 

Panties. He stares at them for a second before bringing them to his nose and taking a sniff. Your panties he soon discovers. So last night wasn’t a fever dream, it was real. Well…this changed things. 

Maybe later on today he’d pay you a visit and have a talk with you about last night but for now, he had things to do. He carefully tucks your panties away into one of the many pockets on his pants and heads out for the day. 

He sees you working at one of the lab stations as he walks by and smirks, he had already begun thinking of ways to repay you for your ‘help’ last night. 

Taglist: @melllinaa @fev0ir @iaratezaewa @hotdsworld @zaddyskye69 @kasai @darktyrantwinner@doctorswife221b@atxxokirina@iameatingmyhair@thepineapplesimp@lo707@lyra997 @shadydreamlanddetective@atokirina-writings@plooto @luvv4j4ybe11 @xylianasblog

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While Willow won’t be here to enjoy the fics, I’ll still celebrate her and Luna’s event by writing some down bad smut in her honor. 😌

Important PSA because I feel like not everyone has seen my other post :)

Hi everyone!

I’ve got some news regarding Willow and our event.

First of all, Willow and I will be forever grateful for everyone who was kind enough and decided to postpone their mating season fics until she would eventually get her blog back and return to us. We appreciate you all so much. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.

Unfortunately and without going into detail here, she won’t come back. I know this will bring up a lot of questions, but I can’t and won’t answer them out of respect for her privacy, I’m sorry and I hope you guys can understand.

To not keep you all waiting any longer, we have decided that instead of hosting a new Kinktober event this year, we will use the opportunity and finally finish our Mating Season event.

Everyone is welcome to join and post their mating season fics starting October 1st.

Don’t forget to reblog and share! [You can find the original prompt list and rules here.]

And again, thanks to everyone who was patient enough and showed their support for Willow. 🩵🩵

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Thank you for the tag 🖤

inspirational quotes, macarons, buttons, jellyfish, morganite stones, reefs, glasses of rosé. your essence is coral: you wild-hearted and rooted deeply in yourself. you follow your instincts; others find you ambitious and headstrong, yet playful, so long as they do not try to direct you. your aspirations are for wealth and the high life. you are the soloist. you are the diva. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of fire, bronze, apricot, and blush, who share your drive in life. you are also drawn to the introspective seafoam and honeysuckle, who will help you grow and ground yourself in practicality. however, you may struggle to get along with the direct personalities of pearl and periwinkle who are too forceful and philosophical.

Tags: @luvv4j4ybe11 @sunfyresrider @criticallybella

Thanks @merry-andrews for tagging me!!

This is mine!

Sage

herb clippings, macha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needlefelts, pistachio, laptop stickers. your essence is sage: you are introspective and retreating. everything is organized and planned ahead; you are meticulous, stacking up a card tower you can't let fall. it is difficult for you to untwist your tongue and tell others you need them. you are the observer. you are the writer gone off alone. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, forest, honeysuckle, and seafoam, who share your guarded nature. you are also drawn to the self-expressive sky and apricot, who will help you grow and embolden you to say what you need. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-emotional personalities of rose and cream who ask you to be too vulnerable.

This is by Glam Cat

Amaranth

bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet. your essence is amaranth: you are engaging and passionate, but never out of place. you do what needs to be done; your confidence is unflinching, least of all when something has slipped beneath your standards. it is hard to live up to the image you imagine others have of you. you are the demonstrater. you are the debutante. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, pearl, noir, and magenta, who share your inner intensity. you are also drawn to the ambitious amethyst and indigo, who will help you grow and inspire your actions. however, you may struggle to get along with the mercurial personalities of teal and bronze who wish to be free spirits.

so Glam Cat! hahahaha

this is the game haha

Tagging: @jakexneytiri @mrsdesade @thequietfaun @friendstolobsters

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The Hunt

Na’vi dictionary: Tanhi- Star

Pairing: Adult!Lo’ak x Adult!Human! Reader| Reader and Lo’ak are both 18

Warnings: predator and prey dynamics, mentions of injury, brief mentions of blood

Wordcount: 886(some light reading lmfao)

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

A/N Divider by cafekitsune

“Don’t stop running, you can't stop.”  Was running on a loop inside your head as you ran through the impossible maze that was the pandora forest. What was an impossibly beautiful forest chock full of life turned into a dangerous maze whose inner life threatened to take yours at any moment. 

You could feel your blood pounding in your ears as you tried your best to escape from your pursuer. That….thing…that terror chasing you wasn’t who you thought he was, not anymore. You had to get out of here, you just had to escape this forest otherwise you weren't sure what would happen to you if he caught you.

As you run you make the mistake of looking behind you, causing you to stumble and take a nasty fall. Pain radiates throughout your body and just as quickly as you fall,  you try to stand and stumble. Seeing a fallen log directly in front of you, you manage to scramble over it; hoping to give yourself a brief reprieve from your pursuer. Pushing your back against the log, you close your eyes and prod at your knee. Pain blooms wherever you touch and you can feel what you only presume is blood leaking from the scrapes on your knee. 

“Nonono. Fuck!”  You yell internally. He’d definitely find you with your leg bleeding like this. Your breathing picked up as you began to panic. There was no way he wasn't going to catch up to you like this, it was only a matter of when not if.  You needed to keep moving if you didn’t want him to catch you. As you attempt to extend your leg to stand a jolt of pain radiates from your knee, spreading across your entire leg causing you to fall back into your previous position. 

Frustrated, you lean your head against the log as you attempt to ride out the pain until you hear rustling nearby. Your eyes fly open and you hastily push yourself flush with the fallen log as you intensely listen for the noise again.

……but you hear nothing. By now you had grown paranoid that he was closer than he seemed to be and was just watching you flounder around in pain until he decided to put you out of your misery. That is until you hear another sound, this time even closer to your hiding spot than before. You screw your eyes shut as the sounds get closer and closer until they stop right over your hiding spot. 

You stop breathing altogether and clench your eyes shut just waiting for the inevitable. When you don’t hear or feel anything you cautiously open your eyes only to be met with dark amber eyes staring back into yours. Just as you open your lips, you feel cold ones pressing against yours. 

He briefly pulls away from the kiss and whispers “Found you” before capturing your lips once more 

The kiss is gentler than you were expecting; the feeling taking your breath away. He deepens the kiss and moves from holding himself above you to pressing his body against yours. You grasp onto his biceps and hold on for dear life as you feel his hand sliding up your shirt to caress your waist. 

Lo’ak’s hand travels lower until you feel it squeezing at your exposed thigh, his fingers just barely brushing under the hem of your shorts. A small gasp leaves your lips as he rubs circles into your thigh before moving his hand lower once again.

His touch almost made you forget about your busted knee…almost. The second he slid his hand underneath your knee to pull your leg over his waist you let out a low hiss from the pain, breaking the once passionate embrace. 

Lo’ak immediately pulls away and through the low light, you can see his face contorting. “I’m sorry, did I grab your leg too hard?” He asks as he gently runs his fingers across your knee, causing you to flinch. 

“Tanhi, babe, are you alright?” He asks as he leans away from you, fully resting on his haunches. 

You wince a little before answering. “I may or may not have fallen and hurt myself while you were chasing me. His eyes close and he takes a slow breath as he looks up, eyes still closed, at the sky. 

“Why didn’t you say anything before now? Why did you wait until I found you?’ He asks as one of his hands comes to rub at his face. 

“I didn’t think it would hurt this badly, I think I banged it pretty hard on a rock or something. But I swear I’ll be fine if you keep going..” You shyly look away from him…. “I was kinda getting into it”

Lo’ak heaves a heavy sigh. “Seriously?” You nod your head and mumble a small yea. He groans and wipes his hand down his face before turning his gaze back to you. He groans and hands his head. “Okay, first we go back to camp and fix up your leg then we can continue our little game, deal?” 

“Deal!” You say with a nod. Lo’ak gives you a lazy smile and swiftly picks you up to take you back to your camp where you’re sure to pick up where you left off.

A/N: Throwing my hat into the ring for this event( dark content is literally most of what I write for myself). Big thank you to @quicktosimp for having the big beautiful brain to come up with this event.

Taglist: @melllinaa @fev0ir @iaratezaewa @hotdsworld @zaddyskye69 @kasai-https @darktyrantwinner@doctorswife221b@atxxokirina@iameatingmyhair@thepineapplesimp@lo707@lyra997 @shadydreamlanddetective@atokirina-writings@plooto @luvv4j4ybe11 @xylianasblog @criticallybella

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Thanks for tagging me!! 🖤💜@xylianasblog

Lmao there’s a hell of a lot more under the cut but these are the most recents.

Tagging with no added pressure 😘 @luvv4j4ybe11 (lmao you’re the only person I could think of)

WIP Filename Game

I was tagged by @lord-aldhelm 😊😊

Send me an ask and I'll respond with a plot bunny, excerpt, or just what the file is about.

Fics:

Honestly, those first two are semi-abandoned. I'll probably get back to them after I've finished Of Irland, but who knows. About the 'Untitled document's: Yes. I am unhinged. And I'll probably never post any of them.

Gifs and stuff are still on my computer (this is my old decrepit laptop), but as far as I remember, I usually name the cap files with the character or name of the set, so I currently have daemoncrispin and that's it for now.

Good news: my first medium format film from the seagull is being developed as we speak. I'll scan later and maybe post one or two.

No pressure tags:

@ewanmitchellcrumbs @barbieaemond @aegonx @foxyanon @thenameswinterfics

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What could have been

Description- When reader discovers Lo’ak kissing Tisreya, she is left heartbroken and a shell of her former self. With some help from Neteyam, she slowly picks up the pieces of her broken heart. As time goes on Neteyam considers her more than just a friend but is unable to tell her before tragedy strikes, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. Strangely, he finds that his brother is going through the same ordeal and they both find solace in wondering what could've been.

Pairing: Lo’ak x Avatar!Reader | Neteyam x Avatar!Reader Warnings: Angst Crying, Brief mentions of depression  Wordcount: 2k

Na’vi dictionary: Mauri- woven hut | Tweng- loincloth

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

“...I see you.” When those words left her mouth, you felt your heart shatter. However, the next thing that happened ground those pieces into dust. Lo’ak leaned down and pressed his lips against Tsireya’s. The lips you had fantasized about pressing against yours were currently pressed against another girl. 

Slowly, you back out of your hiding spot and hurriedly leave the area, hand covering your mouth so that a sob doesn't slip out. That night you don’t return to the Sully mauri until late. You spent most of the night on a secluded part of the beach crying out your broken heart.

 It truly was broken, wasn’t it? Thoughts swirled around in your brain making your heart hurt worse than it already was. It was your fault. You should’ve confessed to him sooner, maybe if you had only confessed to him back in the forest, your heart wouldn't be laying shattered in your chest. 

It felt silly in a way, pining for a boy that you never thought you’d have a chance with. You loved him when you were still human and your love never changed when you became a Na’vi. You thought that your new boy would have him see you as more than his sister's best friend or as his best friend's sister. But it seemed he only saw you for what you were…..his friend. And despite your yearning to be more, the realization that he never saw you as anything more than that broke you. 

You cry for what feels like hours, exhausting your tears until you can’t anymore. Looking up from where you were crying into your legs, you see the sun has long since set. Wiping your face, you stand and make your way back to the mauri, silently hoping that nobody looked too hard at your face when you arrived. 

Making your way onto the woven pathway, your body robotically carries you toward the Sully mauri. Your hopes of going unnoticed were smashed into pieces when you see Jake, waiting at the entrance for you. A small sigh passes your lips as you near, ready to hear the lecture he was bound to give you.

“(y/n) Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you since dinner.” His tone is harsh but you can hear the undercurrent of worry in his words. Judging by how he sounded you knew you’d been out longer than you thought and had missed dinner. 

Gripping the strap of your bag anxiously, you only mumble out an apology while not looking at him. Unfortunately, Jake is too observant and notices your tear-streaked face and slightly red eyes. He sighs and pulls you into a hug. 

“Listen, I know it's hard having to leave behind everything especially when you’re doing it in a new body. But I swear it gets easier and in time you’ll adjust and then you’ll wonder how you ever lived differently.”

Right, he assumed you were crying because of your not being able to adjust to your new body which while true to an extent, wasn't the cause of your tears. Not wanting to admit what happened, you half-heartedly return the hug that Jake gives in earnest. He pulls away and gives you a small smile while rubbing your arms before releasing you to go inside. 

As you walk in you notice that everyone aside from Tuk is still awake. It made you feel worse honestly. Knowing that you caused everyone to worry about you so much that they stayed up to look for you. Kiri is the first to greet you at the door and presents you with food she saved for you. 

“Saved you some food, I figured you’d be hungry,” Kiri says. The sympathetic and concerned look she's giving you lets you know that she knows something is wrong but isn't willing to press it. Thankful and aware of the eyes on you, you take the food and make your way over to your little corner of the pod. If anybody wants to say something to you they don't, instead opting to get themselves ready for bed. You pick at the food, only taking small bites before setting it aside and getting ready for bed yourself. 

Kiri watched as you laid your mat closer to hers instead of being near her brother like usual. Though she didn’t say anything, the cogs in her brain were slowly turning and as she watched you lay down, she couldn’t help but notice your body shaking slightly.

~ Some time later~

The days blurred together as you went about your life on the island. You spent as little time as possible around Lo’ak and Tisreya. Despite your best efforts, every interaction you saw of the two drove the knife deeper, and not wanting to let your heartbreak known you decide the best way is to avoid them. 

Being around them when you had to was torture. Every interaction they had you noticed the subtle ways he showed his affection for her. You saw how much more touchy he was with her. He was always physically affectionate, always standing close or having his arm wrapped around your shoulders but with her it was different. 

With her, his touch was gentler, more affectionate. Whenever he hugged her he would linger as though he was basking in the warmth of her hug and it stung. You tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you and stand suddenly, causing everyone to look at you.

“You good bro?” Lo’ak asks as he and everyone else watches you grab your bag and pull it over your head. 

“M’fine. I have to go.” You mumble before quickly making your exit from where the group was sitting, tears forming in your eyes. You quickly make your way towards your secluded spot on the beach and immediately plop behind the first rock you see. 

The tears now flow freely as sobs begin to rack your body. You wanted to scream, but nothing would come out but the strangled sounds of your despair. You were crying so hard and so loudly that you barely heard the footsteps approaching and it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you realized someone else was there.

You nearly jumped out of your skin once the hand made contact with you. Jumping away, you furiously wipe at your eyes until you realize that you know who touched you. 

“N-Neteyam…what are you doing here?” Your voice was very obviously hoarse and it cracked as you spoke, causing you to wince. 

Neteyam, hands held up in surrender and brow furrowed began to speak. “When you took off I followed you to make sure you were okay. When I heard you crying I knew you weren’t okay. What’s going on? What happened back there?” 

You swallow thickly. Somebody had finally caught you crying and it was Neteyam of all people. He wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were alright which is the last thing you wanted right now.

“I-I….” What were you supposed to say? ‘Hey, you caught me crying over your brother. He didn’t reject me, I was just too chickenshit to actually confess and now the sight of him and Tisreya makes me want to peel my own skin off and scream until I’m hoarse. Don’t worry tho I’m fine.’ 

Wiping your eyes again you swallow once more and begin to talk. “I’m sorry I just…I really miss Spider and Home. It’s been hard adjusting to Spider going missing, getting a new body, and moving in such a short time span.” Okay, you just lied to him. Not everything you said was a lie but you weren’t going to tell Neteyam you were crying over his brother. 

“Do you…would you like to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly. He’s trying his best to comfort you and despite lying to him just now, you feel the need to convince him you’re alright. 

“Thanks but no thanks. I really don’t wanna talk about it. The crying was my way of getting it all out you know?” Neteyam nodded as you spoke, seemingly understanding your desire to cry it out instead of talking about it.

He outstretches his hand and gently places it on your shoulder. “If you want, you could cry if you need to now.” He seems to have a sudden realization and quickly removes his hand before adding, “I-if you want to that is”

Your hand flies to your mouth and you turn from him. He sees your shoulders shaking and begins to panic. He begins to rapidly throw out apologies and words of affirmation until he hears your stifled laughter and calms. 

It takes a moment for you to fully calm down but when you do, you turn to him, hand still covering your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at what you said…” A giggle slips out. “...just how you said it. Who knew the great Neteyam Sully was so awkward?” You say with a smile.

Neteyam cracks a smile and shakes his head. “You caught me. I’m not great at everything, just at most things.” 

You let out a faux scandalized gasp and Neteyam laughs in response. “I know right? Kinda shocking that I’m not the best at comforting people who aren't eight.”

With a laugh, you shove him playfully. “I don’t know, I think you’re doing a decent enough job.”

“Only okay? My pride is hurt” He says placing a hand over his heart as he attempts to sound hurt. 

“You’re doing a decent job. I don’t wanna give you an ego” You say as you turn to look at the ocean. If Neteyam wants to say something he doesn’t, instead option to let the conversation lull into a comfortable silence. After a few moments you reach over to your bag and pull out your well-worn journal, you flip until you find a blank page and begin to sketch. 

Neteyam, curious leans over but you lean away from him as he tries to peek. “Uh uh. No peeking, don’t you know it's bad luck to watch an artist draw?’ You say with a smile. He gives you a look but does as you ask, instead looking out at the vast expanse of the ocean in the light of the evening sun. 

After what feels like forever, you nudge him gently, journal turned towards him. “I’m not the best but I think I captured it well no?” Neteyam takes the journal from your hands and looks at the drawing in awe. In front of his eyes laid a perfect sketch of…him. You had gotten everything correct. His nose, his eyes, everything right down to how his braids sat over his shoulder. As he sat in awe of your drawing, you shifted a bit from your spot in the sand.

“I know it isn't the best bu..” As you were speaking you were cut off by Neteyam

“Sorry, this is just amazing. I can’t believe you drew this of me” The amazement and wonder in his voice caused a smile to spread across your face. You turn your journal back around and begin to tear the page out and once you're done you hold it out for him to take. 

He stares at your hand holding the drawing before shaking his head. “No. No, I can’t take this.” He says pushing your hand back. “Dude c’mon you have to take it, I’ve already ripped the page out so I can’t put it back.” You shake the page in his direction. “Take it” He wordlessly takes the page from you, admiring it one last time before folding it neatly and tucking it away into the waterproof pouch on his tweng. 

He gives you a small smile before looking out into the direction of the sea. “We should probably get going, dinner is starting soon and we don’t want to be late.” He stands and dusts himself off before offering you a hand.”

“Actually I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer, but I’ll be there soon.” You give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. If he notices he doesn't say anything and gives you a smile and a nod before walking back towards the village. 

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you heave a heavy sigh and put away your sketchbook. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin atop your knees. Looking out onto the open ocean, you can’t help but wonder what your life could've been if you had confessed earlier……..

Authors Note: This fic is part one of a two part fic. That might change later but it depends on how motivated I am to write lol. If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed! :) Dividers by cafekitsune

Taglist: @melllinaa @fev0ir @iaratezaewa @hotdsworld @zaddyskye69 @kasai-https @darktyrantwinner @doctorswife221b @atxxokirina @iameatingmyhair @thepineapplesimp @lo707 @lyra997 @shadydreamlanddetective @atokirina-writings @plooto @luvv4j4ybe11 @xylianasblog @criticallybella

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My honest reaction while reading this.

Currently gnawing at the bars of my enclosure 😫

just a silly little thought but can i request the sully brothers each reacting to the reader having a bush? 👀 i never see this often written!

Tbh…tbh….i had to write this bc it was brewin in my head ever since i saw that you sent this in, nonnie😭

(Also, I’d just like to say that if this makes you uncomfortable just simply unfollow me/keep scrolling/wtv you need to do to not feel like that. What you read is NOT under my control. Just had to say that before I continue☺️💕)

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Warnings: p in v, reader as a bush (duh), switch dynamics, degradation, praise, aged up! Neteyam, aged up! Lo’ak, cum play, mentions of impregnation, cunnilingus, and I think that’s it. Enjoy, babies<3 (btw this isn’t proofread, so if there’s errors I apologize!)

- Neteyam wouldn’t care at all, if anything he finds it more attractive than when you do shave

- will purposely eat you out for hoursss because the feeling of your thighs + the little curly hairs rubbing against his face drives him crazy

- also is soo notorious for insisting to cum inside of you/cum directly onto your pussy, because he just loves the mess it makes. The sight of his and your own cum covering your tired cunt and thighs makes him wanna breed you untill it takes. (RAHH NETEYAM WITH A BREEDING KINK😩)

- loves to cup your pussy in his big ass hand, and he’ll slowly slide a finger inside of you while he shushes and coos a mixture of praises and degradation. Especially if you try to push away from him because of embarrassment of the little patch of hairs you have adorning your precious cunt.

“Awh, babygirl, why are you gettin all shy now? You were too shy when you were begging for me to cum inside of you, like the little slut you are...or when you see begging for me to stretch your tiny pussy out with my cock…you know there’s no need to feel embarrassed around me, babygirl. I love you endlessly.”

- also is so obsessed with how much your natural scent is increased when you don’t shave, so whenever he eats you out he’s always in a trance because of it. He won’t stop untill you physically cannot anymore(but even then he’ll pry another one out of u☺️)

- will purposely fuck you in missionary because he loves watching the strings of the both of your juices sticking to his lower abdomen that connect to your pussy. It’s just more fuel for him to breed you.

- regardless tho, he loves you and your body (+more) unconditionally and will support anything you choose to do with it<3

- now, Lo’ak, is a frl menace when it comes to this (but what else is new😭)

- mf will deadass tell you not to shave bc he finds your bush so attractive

- and if you do he’ll be so pissy about it😭one time you did he didn’t talk to you for 2 days bc he was so mad, (and you made fun of him for it once he finally came back bc he was acting like a child😭)

- whenever you’re feeling insecure about it/your body in general he’ll be stuck to your side all day, never leaving your body untouched and never leaving your mind with a doubt. He’ll be stuck between your legs for hours while telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your body is.

- also js is such a munch in general, he’ll always beg to taste you before he leaves your side. And when he actually gets to it, babyboy gets so needy and whiney:( poor boy is slurping and sucking at your over sensitive clit while his cock is twitching and drooling with precum, so much that it leaves a little puddle on the floor:(

- and if you tug his hair whenever he hits your sweet spot, the neediest whine will come from him. It startled you at first, but when you looked down at him you were met with the most pathetic little face ever, his ears were pinned to his skull, face completely covered in your slick, lips all puffy, eyes all lust hazed and needy, and let’s not forget how much his tail would be swaying and wrapping around any body part of yours it can grab. He’s like an excited little puppy when it comes to going down on you, he can’t help it:(

- a bonus if you hit him with the hair tug + praise combo(and if you wrap your thighs around his head extra tight☺️) bc he’ll be complete putty in your hands. All kinda of desperate whines and moans will come from him as he makes you cum for the 5th time that night.

- he gets so whiney too, he’ll constantly beg you for “just one more” when you know you’re too overstimulated

“I know you can give me one more, mama. You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do all the work, ok? Please just gimme one more…please, mama?”

- also will purposely fuck you in mating press/missnonary because he loves how your slick will stick to his v line and connects him back to your cunt

- when you two are done and you’re both ready to go to sleep, he always ends up fucking your thighs lightly, and always makes sure to rub between your folds with his length js so he can tease you and bc of the feeling of the little curly hairs rubbing against his tip makes him dizzy with pleasure

- besides all of that tho, he loves you no matter what, and whatever you choose to do with your body he’ll support ( just give him two days)

A/N~ I almost wasn’t even gonna post this bc I lost the whole fucking thing the first time, but I did it!! Tbh it was nice to write smth that wasn’t the fics I’ve been working on, so ty nonnie for sending this in!! And I hope this is everything you hoped and dreamed for😭 bc I kinda felt like I was talking out my ass the whole time. ANYWAY! stay safe, and stay hydrated, love you babies<3

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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Y’all I swear I’m not dead I’ve just been going through it lately lol. Posting will resume soon

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Getting high with Loak

Warnings: Aged Up character, mentions of smoking, mentions of sex, lemme know if i forgot something.

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Getting high with Loak was a battle of dominance, he tended to be more level headed more controlling in the things he wanted, the things he needed. You.

His touch wasn’t gentle, it was rough and needy. Every touch sent a fire straight to your core, he needed you in every way he could get in this weed induced state. You were all he could focus on and he needed you now.

The barrier of clothing between your bodies only made his frenzy to fuck you deeper, the need to fill you ran too deep for him as his growls and grumbles filled your ears.

“I need these off mamas, need to be able to fuck you properly. Gonna put a baby in you.” He growled out as he continued to touch all over your body.

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Tease

Paring: Adult!Ao'nung x Adult!MetkayinaReader 

Na’vi dictionary: Sa’nu-mother, Metkayina- reef clan, ‘itan- son, ma‘ite- daughter, mawey-calm, kuru- neural queue

Summary: Reader gets her final tattoo signifying the end of her rites and her acceptance into the clan as an adult and is flirted with by Ao'nung along the way.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, slight mention of needles 

A/N:  was bullied by @xylianasblog to post this

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni | divider by @/cafekitsune

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were downright anxious. Today was the day that you’d be getting your final tattoo. This tattoo would signify your place among the Metkayina, and signal that you were eligible to find a mate in the upcoming mating cycle. 

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as you paced around your marui, anxiously awaiting your escort. 

“Mawey, maite, you’re going to walk a hole into the floor.” Your mother remarks, not looking up from her weaving. 

“I’m sorry sa’nu, I’m just nervous is all.” You say as you stop your pacing. 

Your mother's face softens as she watches you, you hadn’t been nervous about all your previous tattoos but this one had been giving you a lot of anxiety recently. Wordlessly, she sets her weaving aside and gently pats her thigh. 

You shuffle over to her and plop down, laying your head on her thigh. She begins humming and gently runs her fingers through your hair. “I know you’re nervous maite, this was the tattoo your father was supposed to give you. I know we both miss him dearly but your sempul would be proud of the woman you are today, just as I am. 

You sit up and hug your mother, smiling as you do. She returns the embrace, holding you as close to her as she can. The two of you bask in your embrace and only pull away once you hear someone clear their throat. You and your mother turn to find Ao’nung standing at the entrance of your marui. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt but my mom is ready for you now,” Ao’nung says.

You and your mother stand, and she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing you in Ao’nung’s direction. As you walk out you hear your mother's voice call behind you. “Make sure you two get there on time please, I’m too young to be a grandma!”

A deep purple blush blooms across your face and you grab Ao’nung’s arm as you speed up to get away from your marui quickly. Once you two are far enough away, Ao’nung chuckles. 

“Grandchildren huh? Never knew you liked me like that (y/n).”  Your face burns hotter and you hit him in the arm. 

“Because I don’t! My mom doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” You say frantically. You were not helping your case with how frantically you were denying her words.

Ao'nung only smirks in response to your flustered attempts to deny your crush. In one swift motion, he grabs your hand and pulls you by your waist so that your chest is pressed firmly against him. Leaning down, he presses your foreheads together, his lips barely touching yours.

“That’s a shame then, I was hoping I’d finally get to make you mine this mating cycle.” His voice has dropped an octave and the blush that was once leaving your face comes back in full force. 

“But..” He drops his hands from your body and steps away from you, leaving you breathless and missing his touch. “..since you don’t like me, I guess there’s no need to try.”  You shudder and release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

Did you hear what he said correctly? He wanted you to be his mate? No, he was probably just teasing you like he always did. He had known for a while that you had a crush on him. Tsireya had accidentally let the details of your feelings for him slip during dinner one night, the traitor. 

Quickly coming back to your senses, you punch him in the arm. “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” He only chuckles in response and begins to walk ahead of you once again. You let out a sigh and followed him, silently hoping that his words held some truth. 

As you follow behind him, your thoughts are so consumed by what he said earlier that you don’t notice him suddenly stopping and you run directly into his back. He turns to face you, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. 

“If you wanted to be close to me, all you had to do was ask. I’d be more than happy to get close to you.”  Your face burns for the nth time that morning but before you can retaliate, a figure pushes aside the opening of the pod and steps outside. As Ronal’s gaze moved between you and her son, you couldn’t help but straighten yourself reflexively. Authority and beauty radiated from her in waves and you couldn’t help but stand in awe of her no matter how many times you’ve seen and interacted with her. 

“You were almost late ‘itan.  Next time take care to get here on time. Now your father needs your help with warrior training. Go now. And do not be late.” As she spoke her eyes never left yours. You barely heard what she said but as soon as she began walking into the pod you followed after her, sparing a glance back at Ao'nung before fully following her inside. 

As you entered the pod you glanced around, glimpsing at all the different herbs and jars collected around the room. As you looked around, you heard Ronal clear her throat and turn towards her. She was sitting down on a pillow and gestured beside her to a similar pillow. Taking a seat, you were once again subject to the intensity of her gaze. 

After what felt like an eternity she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them once more. “Lay down, Eywa shall guide my hand to bestow upon you the mark of our people. With this tattoo, you will finally become one of the people.” With surprisingly gentle hands, she guides you to lay flat on your stomach. She gently brushes your hair and kuru aside and runs a warm reassuring hand from the base of your neck to the base of your spine. 

Shuffling is heard behind you but as you move to turn your head, Ronal’s hand comes out and pushes your shoulders down gently. “You must stay still. My hand must be steady for Eywa’s guidance to flow through me.” You re-adjust yourself so that your head is resting on your folded arms. ‘Are you ready my child?” You nod, and let out a small breath as the needle touches your skin….

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Y’all please read this it’s so fucking good 😩

Waiting here for you.

Pairings: Agedup! Loak x Agedup! Tsireya x FemHuman Reader

Summary: You had always been in love with him, always attached to one another until he had to leave, one day you visit and find he’s mated. Yet what about you?

Warnings: MDNI, angst, fluff, happy ending, oral (fem reciving), size difference, angst to comfort, established relationship, threesome, let me know if i missed anything

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“I have to leave.” The words felt like knives straight to your heart, killing whatever words you were about to say instantly. “We have to go hopefully not for long.” You straightened up your position in his lap, eyes staring into his golden ones. You refused to cry, refused to shed any tears as you felt your heart breaking at the news of him leaving.

“You will come back to me, right?” You asked, those were the only sentences you could utter as you pressed your hands to his chest, your fingers gently scratching at his smooth skin. At the young age of 13, you knew that you wanted him. All of his love and everything he could give.

At such a young age you knew he was it for you.

“Yeah. Yeah… mamas. I’ll come back to you.” He whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “I promise.”

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It felt like the days passed by slowly, and each day you’d find yourself waking up and rushing to his home only to remember that he was gone.

He was gone.

They say habits were hard to break and he was your biggest one. A bad habit? A good one? A habit all in one, the only thing you knew was that you often found yourself looking around wondering where your love had gone, had he missed you as much as you missed him? Had he even thought about you the way you think about him? Did he even remember you?

Every day you’d sit and wait; every day you’d run away to your secret spot to pray. How crazy it was for you to pray to Eywa like she could hear you as if you were one of the people and not some human child missing her other half. Praying for her to bring him back.

The months had begun to pass yet you stayed hopeful for his return. He promised and you were sure he’d keep his promise. He wouldn’t break his promise, right? So, you waited and waited. Going as far as even celebrating his birthdays in your favorite place, wishing one day he’d come back and celebrate with you.

It was wishful thinking all the same.

One year passed, then two, and three, before you knew it you were already nineteen. The change was detrimental, yet no one knew how to help. You weren’t yourself; nothing was working and nothing was the same.

Every day you had waited for him to return just like he promised, just like he said all those years ago when he whispered the words so softly into your ear as he held your small body close. He couldn’t break that promise right? He wouldn’t break that promise right?

“Loak.. where are you?” You stared up at the thick foliage that blocked midday sky. “You promised.” You’d sigh, your words carried with the soft whisper of the wind.

Six years gone by within a blink of an eye and yet that empty feeling only grew inside. The void of his absence draining you, depressing you. It slowly killed you. Withered away at pieces of your heart until it felt like there was nothing left.

You had waited, his promise playing in your mind, you waited and waited, just watching as the days went by. The days and nights blurred into one yet nothing, you felt like you were on auto drive. He wasn’t coming, he had lied.

Yes, you were determined to keep his promise alive.

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Once the morning of a new day came you found yourself curled up in a ball in your room, your mind occupied. Thoughts driven and divided, thoughts cloudy and muddled with sadness. The once happy mind you had gone and replaced with broken promises and lies.

“Hey, Y/n. There’s a celebration happening at the Metkayina clan.” Norm started as he peeked his ahead inside your room. “Jake sent us an invite.”

It was quiet for a moment as your mind registered the news, a celebration. You could see Lo'ak? See how he changed? Your eyes found Norms and you smiled, the smallest of smiles, and nodded. Baby steps, right? Maybe he didn’t forget… hopefully he didn’t forget. “Pack up your prettiest clothes, okay? We leave in two hours.”

You couldn’t help feeling of excitement that ran through your body, every inch of you felt alive in the moment.

Without a second thought you ran to take a nice long shower, doing everything you can to make yourself look clean and presentable. After shaving and making sure you were thoroughly clean you put on your nicest prettiest sundress and sandals, even took the time to do your makeup in a nice presentable way. You let your hair flow freely, deciding to let it air dry while you packed clothes.

Once everyone was ready and packed you all set off to the island. You didn’t ask any questions; your mind was reeling. Thoughts of how your love looked now all grown up, was his hair longer? Did his body get better? Was he even more attractive now than he was when he left all those years ago?

You couldn’t focus, couldn’t even think you just needed to see him, needed to hug him and maybe even just touch him. You just wanted. Did he want you too?

God did he even miss you?

The flight felt long, longer than anything you could remember. You felt so ansty, so anxious. Nervousness filled your body, you felt as if you lost the words to speak once you all had finally landed.

Having been greeted by the sullys all except one, you wondered where he was, where he could have gone. No one told you a thing just gave simple hellos and hugs to your small body. You felt like home being with the family, it had been so long you didn’t question their squeamish behavior.

You didn’t question when Jake had pulled Norm off to the side, hands motioning to you in what seemed to be a heated discussion. You watched on before looking around your eyes landing on Neteyam. He caught your eye just as pretty as ever, he only seemed to grow in every way and in that moment, you wished he was the brother that stole your heart away.

“Nete! Have you seen Lo?” You asked once you reached him, bouncing excitedly on your heels.

“No…” his tone was short as if he was hiding something, and that thought hurt but you had to push it away. Biting down on your lip you gave a curt nod as you turned and walked away.

You decided to explore, to find him yourself since everyone was acting so strange. Your mind wondered as you wondered a good distance away. Thoughts of Lo’ak were interrupted by the quiet sound of breathless moans. Your steps faulting for a moment as your curiosity got the better of you.

Your heart felt heavy, and your steps felt heavier, each one felt like you had cement bricks tied to your ankles. The closer to the sounds you got the heavier the weights seem to get, who said waiting six years was enough to break your heart? The sight before you were enough to end your very existence.

There before you was a beautiful girl, with her body exposed. The back of a male that you knew all too well buried deep inside her, whispering sweet things into her ear as he pleasured her. You couldn’t look away, couldn’t bring yourself to leave, all this time you waited for him, for his love. For what was meant to be.

His promise all those years ago really just a lie.

After a moment you found the courage to turn and leave, step after step you forced your body to take. The tears falling from your eyes, blurry vision and a heavy mind. You made your way back in the direction you came, thoughts plagued by what you had saw. The images playing over and over each time you closed your eyes.

By the time you arrived back at the Sullys home everyone could tell you had seen something you weren’t meant to see. They could only offer soft smiles and silence and for now that’s what you needed. At least you thought it was until Neytiri sat beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles into your back as you pressed your face into her chest.

For that moment, the little bit of time you let yourself cry. The pain of the time you waited sat heavy on your brain. Every part of your being crumbled the moment you saw him in the arms of another.

“Ma Y/n..” Neytiri mumbled as she pressed a soft kiss to your head.

You stayed that way, in the comfort of their home until it was time for the celebration. Once you had come to know as a celebration for Lo’ak and the beautiful na’vi you had seen, Tsireya. You sat and watched as everyone cheered and partied. Your mind wasn’t in it, and neither was your heart, you couldn’t focus on anything. Everything in you wanted to leave, but you couldn’t no matter how hurt you felt you couldn’t run.

Once the celebration came around, you’d be lying if you said everything wasn’t amazing, because it was. How you wished it was you instead, you envied her. She was everything you weren’t and that hurt.

“Hey mamas.” Called his soft voice over the sound of the beating drums. Your body tensed up as you felt his large hand rubbing your back, his touch felt so familiar.

“You didn’t come back for me. You broke your promise Lo’ak.” You whispered as you did your best to blink away the tears. “You forgot about me.”

“No.. no baby I didn’t forget about you.” He started but all you could do was hold up your hand as you shook your head.

“You broke your promise… you didn’t come back to me.” You whispered once more before you left for the night.

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Two days passed and you made it your mission to actively avoid Lo’ak. If only it was easier to do with his mate, you couldn’t hate her. In fact, you couldn’t even look away, she was so warm and sweet, everything about her drew you in.

You often found yourself watching her, being curious about her. Yet never anything more.

“Hi!” Tsireya squeaked as she stopped in front of you. “I’ve heard so much about you, can we be friends? I wish to get to know you.” Her words were so soft and sincere as she stared at you with her beautiful blue doe eyes. You faltered wanting to say but instead you declined politely.

“I’m sorry.” was all you could give.

This continued on with her cornering you, trying to speak to you. Just as you were drawn to her, her soul cried for you, just as it did for Lo’ak. You knew it wasn’t her fault, but you couldn’t help but to avoid and dismiss her.

To Tsireya your easy dismissal of her broke her heart. The action each time hurt her in ways she wasn’t use too, so she turned to her mother for advice.

“I wish to have the tawtute mama, but she ignores me.” Tsireya started.

“Is that so?” Ronal question as she brushed through her daughter’s hair. “You wish to add her as a mate? Have her as your third, yes?”

“Of course mama. She is pretty and I feel drawn to her in ways I can’t explain.”

Her words grew softer as she spoke. The moment was quiet as her mother listened to her.

“Do you hear that my girl? Listen to Eywa in the breeze, her words in the sea. She wills it to be so. The small tawtute. You will care for her? She is fragile, small but not weak. She will compliment you two. Complete you as Eywa has intended.”

Tsireya was determined to find you and fix it all no matter what it took and once her mom finished her hair, she went off to speak with Lo’ak before coming to find you.

Her steps were light, barely audible to your human ears. You focused yourself on gathering seashells and anything pretty enough for the smallest Sully who has grown into a beautiful teenager. Your thoughts a jumbled mess of everything until you heard her voice.

“I wish to show you something! I promise you will like it.”

Your eyes stared blankly at the sand before slowly trailing up along her body until your eyes found hers. The look in her eyes was full of determination, one that even had you momentarily surprised. You let out a small hun

As you slowly stood up, wanting to leave but the feeling of her smooth hand wrapping around your arm stopped you.

“Come with me.” Her usual soft voice was hard as she demanded your time, and before you could dismiss her, she pulled you along with her.

“What- No! You can’t..” whatever protest you had died on the tip of your tongue as you let her lead you away from your once quiet, yet comforting time alone. Your feet were dragged through the sand as you tried to keep up, her steps were much bigger and faster compared to your own.

Why were you letting her lead you away? Why were you going with her? For what reason, was it necessary. The moment she stopped on the dock where her ilu was waiting patiently you should have bolted, should have run as fast as your small legs could carry you yet you didn’t. You stayed.

Why did you stay? Why did you let her put you on the ilu and swim away? All these questions yet there was only one answer. You only wanted one thing. The truth.

You sat there in front of her staring off into the distance, the colors of the sunset blending beautifully as one. For a moment you let the pain you felt the last six years fade away, for a moment you felt at peace. There were no lies, no heartbreak, no broken promises laid before you, just you and the beautifully colored sky.

As the ilu came to a stop you didn’t move, you couldn’t bring yourself too as you pulled your eyes from the sky and to the figure before you. You felt Tsireyas hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips as Lo’ak made his way over to you.

“Mamas, I did not forget about you. I did not leave you.” He confessed and for once your body deflated, whatever hurt you felt bubbled forward as the tears fell down your face. “No.. no don’t cry mamas..” his lard hand enveloped your face, his fingers wiping away your tears. “I always meant to come back to you. For you.”

The sincerity and honesty in his words weighed heavy in your heart. “But... why’d you take so long?"

Lo’ak paused for a moment, his sun-kissed eyes looking over your face before meeting your watery ones. “To be better, to get stronger. To be exactly what you needed.” He took a breath as Tsireya continued to rub the soothing circles into your skin. “I thought about you every day for the last six years, how I would make my way back to you. How I would come back better than ever to be somebody other than the weird freak with the demon blood.”

“Lo… I’ve never..” you started until he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“I know, but I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t.”

He offered a small smile as he lifted your small frame from the ilu, making sure your body was secure in his large arms. He said nothing else as he held you close, your face buried into his neck as he buried his nose into your hair. Breathing in your all too familiar scent that he missed so much. You held onto him for dear life as you felt him walking, the sound of his and Tsireya's steps the only thing you could hear until they both slowed to a stop. He carefully lowered himself onto the ground, holding your body tight. He was making sure you were still pressed snuggly up against his own, his hands moving down to your hips.

“I wish to have you, if you still wish to have me.” Lo’ak mumbled against the top of your head, you pulled away tilting your head to the side before glancing at Tsireya who sat behind you quietly, her patience easily wearing thin.

“But you are mated.” you protested until she finally spoke up. “I wish to have you as well, if you will also have me.” She shuffled closer to you both, your small body now between the both of them as you felt her bury her face into your neck. “I felt it the moment I saw you. Then I spoke with my mother who only helped confirmed. Please? Will you have us? we promise to do everything we can to make up for the lost time.” Her muffled words soft as she spoke to them, her hands sliding around to rest against your stomach.

“Be our mate, be ours mamas.”

Your mind was hazy, and not in a bad way either. You were contemplating, it had never been like Lo’ak to hurt you intentionally.

A small mumbled yes slipped past before you can stop yourself, the words of agreement already being spoke into the air. The pair couldn’t help the way their eyes widened and their ears twitched, they wasted little to no time touching and kissing you.

Lo’aks lips pressed against yours as Tsireyas hands touched softly and gently against your body. Your body felt alive, more alive than you’ve ever felt these last few years. The way you responded to the smallest of touches drove them crazy; and before you could process anything besides his lips and her soft touches your body was bare to them.

Their touches became desperate, you soon found yourself on your back with your head pressed into Tsireyas thighs while Lo’aks face was between your legs. Your body shivered as moans fell from your lips the way they both touched and pleasured you, the desperate touches so eager to please you.

“Fuck baby… I’ve been thinking about tasting you for so long.” Loak murmured as he spread your lips his mouth latching into your swollen nub while his finger was gently rubbing along your slit coating and spreading around your juices. He pushed his index finger inside gently thirsting it in and out slowly to help you adjust.

“Lo..” you whined, Tsireya giggled from above you, her fingers teasing and rubbing your breast. “Shh yawne.. you’re doing so good right now. just let us make you feel good.” She whispered.

You turned slightly just enough to bury your face into her inner thigh, her nails digging her skin. Your whines and whimpers filled the cove as they continued to touch you. Tsireyas soft praises and sweet touches paired with Lo’aks skillful fingers and mouth has you reaching your orgasm quicker than you had expected. Your body shook as your words got stuck in your throat, eyes rolling back from the intensity. It had felt like you entire forgot how to function, your mind unfocused on the fact that you needed air to breathe.

As Lo’ak slurped up your juices Tsireya was peppering your face in light kisses while whispering sweet words as your mind caught up with your body once the high had faded. Your body desperately tried to force the air it was receiving into steady breaths, slowly coming down you felt like you were once again grounded enough to focus.

For a moment all was quiet until Tsireya spoke into your ear, “We aren’t done yet yawne..”

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Guess whose power is out!!! When it comes back on I’ll post the rest of the kinkmas fics because they need some heavy editing.

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Kinkmas Day 4 - By the fire

Na’vi dictionary: paysyul - water lily | tweng -  loincloth | yawne - beloved | mawey - calm | yawntu - loved one

Pairing: Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader| Reader and Ao'nung are both 18

Warnings: Finger fucking, praise, squirting, slight overstimulation, public sex, Ao'nung isn't a dick for once

Wordcount: 1k

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni | divider by @/cafekitsune

It was late into the night after dinner, and most everyone had gone to their marui’s for the night except you and Ao'nung. The two of you had been doing nothing but sitting by the fire and talking before either of you realized you were practically alone. As the night went on you slowly migrated until you were sitting in his lap with his head resting on your shoulder and arms encircled around your waist. You were basking in the warmth and light of the fire when your thoughts suddenly shifted south. 

The way Ao'nung’s fingers were splayed across your stomach had you mentally begging him to push them just a bit lower into your tweng and make your night. He must have noticed something off because you can feel his lips pressing against your cheek. “What’s the matter paysyul? You went quiet all of a sudden, is everything alright?” You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed that he had stopped talking and was now trying to see if you were alright. 

After a moment of silence, you nervously answer him. “I-I was thinking about your hands tìyawn” Heat immediately spread across your cheeks as you talked and tried to downplay your previously dirty thoughts. “My hands? Whatever for yawne?” As you stuttered to respond you felt one of his hands inching closer and closer to the band of your tweng. Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped past the band and found themselves pressing against your clit. 

A gasp leaves your lips but it’s quickly covered by you biting your lip. “A-Ao'nung…what are you…ahh,” A moan is ripped from you as his fingers pick up speed, rubbing your swollen clit with more purpose. 

He says nothing but begins to kiss your neck and you can do nothing but submit to him. Your hands were gripping his thighs for dear life. Ao'nung kissed and nipped at the sweet spot on your neck, sucking so hard in one place that it was sure to leave a mark. 

You tried your hardest to stay quiet but it was becoming impossible. Under his expert touch, you were quickly falling apart. Two of his fingers made their way from your clit and gathered some slick before sliding easily into your cunt. "Ao please~" You moaned. “We shouldn’t do this here. What if we get caught?” He doesn’t respond but his fingers begin to speed up inside you. 

You squirm against his fingers, begging for more but just as you begin to close your legs around his hand, he brings the hand holding your waist down and holds your legs open. "Mawey ma’yawne. I want to ensure I’m giving you what you want." He coos. “You wanted my hands, right? I’m giving you what you want by making you come undone with them.”

You bite your lip to suppress a moan as you feel the pads of his fingers press against that little spongy spot inside that has you straining to grind your hips down onto his fingers. Ao'nung tuts and tightens his grip on your leg. "Just a little longer paysyul, then you’ll get what you want "He presses a kiss to your temple as his fingers speed up inside you. You suppress a moan as he speeds up.

Between his thick fingers rapidly curling in and out of your cunt and them pressing against your sweet spot it sends you over the edge. You bit your lip to suppress a yell and collapse against him. He gives your cunt a few more cursory pumps before pulling his fingers from you completely.

"Good girl~" He praises. "You did so good keeping quiet paysyul~ You deserve a reward~” He shifts slightly, hooking his hands underneath your legs and pulling them apart. Aided by the slick still dripping from your cunt, he easily guides his thick cock past your lips and into your awaiting cunt.

You two hiss in unison as he slides his cock inside you until he’s completely sheathed in your cunt. A small whine leaves your lips as he bottoms out and your legs tremble slightly, your cunt still overstimulated from your previous orgasm.

Ao'nung stills for a moment when he feels your legs tremble. “Are you alright ma’yawne? Did I hurt you?” His voice is laced with concern as he speaks. You give a small chuckle and reach a hand behind you to rub at his cheek. “I’m fine yawntu, I’m just a little sensitive,” You say with a small smile. He grabs the hand rubbing his cheek and presses his lips against it. “Let’s lay you down instead hmm?”

You nod and he carefully pulls out and gently lays you on the sand. He leans over you, propping himself up with his arms, and pulls you into a slow passionate kiss. Your hands grip his arms, your nails digging into his biceps as you lose yourself in the kiss. Before your brain fully clouds over from the kiss he pulls away from you and in the dim glow of the dying fire you can see his ocean-blue eyes staring into yours

 "Are you ready for me paysyul?” You nod your head but as you part your lips to respond a moan is ripped from your throat as Ao'nung begins to press himself into your waiting cunt. A shudder runs through his body and he drops his weight to his elbows as he bottoms out inside you. You barely had time to adjust before he began thrusting. Each thrust felt deeper than the last and you couldn't help the loud moan that was ripped from your throat as the fat head of his cock pressed against the one spot that had you seeing stars. "How does it feel xi?" He groans into your ear. "Am I making you feel good?"

"S-sho good Ao~" You moaned, slurring your words. You were embarrassed to admit it but he was fucking you stupid. Every time his cock hit your sweet spot it sent you closer and closer to the edge. There was a strange pressure building inside you. Ao'nung adjusted himself so that your legs were resting on his biceps and his hand moved to rub at your clit. All those sensations managed to send you over the edge, and so you came with a yell but something else came with you.

A liquid came spurting out of your pussy and coated his lower half and cock. If Ao'nung is surprised, he doesn't show it, instead, he uses the moment to push himself impossibly deeper inside you and fully begins to use you like a sleeve. All you can do is hold onto his biceps as he fucks into your cunt faster now, all thoughts except 'more' leaving your head.

"You feel so amazing paysyul, I can't wait to cum inside you. Is that what you want? For me to cum deep inside this little pussy of yours? Would you like that?" He asks between thrusts. "Please please please~" You begged. You wanted nothing more in this moment than you wanted his cum. "Here you go paysyul, take all of it." After a few thrusts, he's burying himself inside you and cums. You moan loudly as you feel him cum deep inside your womb. He gives a few more thrusts riding out his orgasm and making sure to fuck any cum that dared to leak out back into your pussy.

Soon he’s collapsing on top of you, both of your chests heaving with effort. After a few moments, he plants a kiss against your sweaty forehead. “Let's get back to our marui and get you cleaned up paysyul.” You mumbled feebly in response and whined as Ao’nung pulled out of you and adjusted your loincloth. After adjusting his he picks you up and carries you princess-style towards your shared home, the last ember of the bonfire dying as the two of you leave.

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