#Lo’ak drabble

[nyrrwrites]

💙 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Valentine’s spent with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak !

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @aristocolourway @deadgirlrin @missisaz @faintfill @honeycinnamon @by-bananant @lauren1523 @xobridgertonblues @hungrynessforfics @dananannanana @innercreationflower @angie-1306 @cozybubble

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : It is love day, everyone !!! To those Avatar lovers still out there who adore these characters — these are for you ! Please enjoy, and happy Valentines Day!<33

Valentines Day with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo !

— Neteyam !

Anchored. Unrelenting. Sizzling. Neteyam’s mind was anchored, his heartbeat unrelenting, and his body sizzling over your dampened frame. The propinquity he shared with you allayed him, the water’s ambience soothed him. Shallow were Awa’Atlu’s pristine oceans for each gentle wave covered you both lying within it, complying to the silhouette of his body lithe and tendered into yours.

A rarity of a sight it was to witness him, Neteyam the strong and mighty warrior, in a state of relaxation, for he habitually carried a solemn countenance, resolute in his duties. As not only the eldest son but older brother, the golden child, he adhered dutifully to his responsibilities. And you, trainee under your mother, Tsahik, in hopes to become your Clan’s future Tsahik were in freedom from its worries for the time being, in freedom of being the eldest child and daughter, something that had drawn one another together. The profound joy derived from sharing tranquility with someone who served as the paramount source of it marked an unparalleled and cherished experience, and you liberated him all those titles as he liberated you, giving each other the simplest and most valuable one yet: your Neteyam, his Y/N.

Tucked beneath the outline of your jaw was his head, the wet entwines of his hair grazing your turquoise flesh with every movement of his burrowing deeper into your neck. The shore’s aroma was strong from the current breeze laced with the currents, the aromas you’ve inhaled, embraced and adored your entire life; but Neteyam’s potent fragrance was the single one that inebriated you in this moment. Pandora’s multicolored fluorescence illuminated the ocean’s vibrant blues, clashing breathtakingly with both your distinct tones under the night sky. This felt right, this felt nice and tranquil. Something you knew he needed far more than you ever did.

You felt the brims of his lashes fluttering, hearing him breathe in the pure essence that is solely yours, and this dragged a shuddering sigh from your lungs. You raised the three of your fingers and let them trace down his spine, tips soon straying from its path to outline his endearing stripes, to memorize the star-like specks shimmering upon his rich blue contours. The lingers of your ascend elicited a shiver from the young warrior, an elicit you hoped for.

“That feels nice…may you do it again?” You couldn’t help the giggle bubbling up your throat at his request, so sweet, so polite in asking even when eager for your touch, so Neteyam. Not a second of the day goes by without the lightest of contacts with you, always savoring each and every touch you gave his being and you could never ever deny him the privilege, so of course you more than willingly agreed. There it was, that sound of acceptance, that feel of content that you chased when with him, it is what you savor; to gratify him, to fortify him.

“I have made a gift for you, ma ‘Teyam,” Your soft utterance brought his head to lift from its haven within your warmth while his lips twitched. “You did not need to do that, my love. I can conform with the gift of your presence. That is all I need and want.” His fingers rose to softly thread through your dark tresses, chuckling at the pretty purse your lips now formed despite the flush pigmenting your cheeks.

“Rutxe, Neteyam ( please ). I did it for you out of my love. Please allow me to show you, and please accept it because it took some time to make it.” He knew denying you was a task he had never done, and Neteyam knew he could never even comply with it when it came to you. Those alluring swirls of blue orbs you carried relished him to let out a deep sigh but reluctantly agreed, for he did not want your efforts to go to waste, much less when it was made from the affections you held for him.

You lightly tapped his shoulder and he pushed himself away from you, much to his dismay, though he was genuinely intrigued as to what you have made for him. Your fingers reached behind your neck, unclasping a necklace above one he had given you with, though he hadn’t been aware of though the way it was woven had been familiar, and his golden hues brimmed confusion at how there was another similar with its design like the one now in your palm, displayed for him to catch the way the one you held carried a vibrantly blue stone in the middle, assisted with 2 tiny stones accompanying each side.

“It is a necklace.”

You nodded happily, bringing his wrist out of the water and had him splay his fingers out to place the jewelry there. Your translucent gaze caught his own and smiled at how curiosity colored his beautiful features. “Would you like me to put it on, pretty boy?” His eyes resisted from rolling at the nickname given, but he would admit it had grown quite noticeable on him; his ears batted bashfully from the sound, his tail swaying in anticipation, creating cute splashes against the ocean that made you giggle beneath his playful glare. “Yes, please.”

He settled himself in front of you as you kneeled, carefully moving the longer length of his single braid before it was assisted by the myriad of his much thinner ones. You smiled to yourself at the way he exhaled deeply from your feathering touches, and you knew that he was waiting patiently for you to elaborate the reason for your gift. “I know how much you miss your home, so with the help of your sister and mother, I made this out of the material you used back in the Forest.”

He turned back with a softness in his eyes, and he caught onto the similar lace accentuating your neck had, the one he’d given you; the middle being an oval-shaped, light blue stone while assisted by soft colored stones. He stayed quiet, knowing there was more you wished to say, but his heart couldn't help but feel concerned at the way your ears so very slightly flattened alongside your head. “I know my father said you are Metkayina now…but I am sure that if Eywa gave you the chance, that when conflict is over, you’d like to go back with your People–”

“If that ever were to happen, I would not leave you, if that is what you are thinking. I will come back to you, Y/N.” He was in haste to reassure those doubts, those fears, not wanting to think or continue a life without you by his side, without you as his future mate. Neteyam did not know anymore what path has been set for his family or himself, but he much rather it be one with you in it and him in yours. To which is why he paused for a moment before he reached to take his necklace off. His fingers then slithered between the long cascades of your locks and to the nape of your neck without tearing his eyes from yours, and unclasped your own necklace.

“Neteyam, what–” Unaware you were to the exchange he’d done, the necklace made for him now adorning your neck while yours adorned his. Your eyes shyly peered up, chest blossoming a rareness of warmth as he gave you a precious smile and interlocked his fingers within yours. “We now wear each other’s, so we carry a part of the other everywhere. No matter how far away we are from each other, no matter the time, no matter the People, I am and will forever be yours, Y/N.”

Gleaming and utterly gorgeous was your smile, and he took in the purity of your beauty, of your love. “And I, too, am and will always be yours, Neteyam.” He kissed you, sweetly and delicately yet enough to have your mind and heart soaring higher than you ever thought possible. “Wherever, whenever.”

He gave you one more of his precious smiles before settling back down into your neck, soft kisses brushing and accompanied by the water’s light current across your skin.

— Kiri !

There was noise, some semblance of it at least, you thought. Yet Pandora’s outside world was reduced with every word spewing from Kiri’s lips. You decided then and there that no other melody could vanquish the one she created, not even your songcord – of course, you’d never say that aloud to anyone besides her.

Kiri, the Na’vi girl with humanistic features that everyone in Awa’atlu thought to be odd, even you. Yet not the bad kind, never the bad when it came to the Sully girl. Beyond compare and contrast was her beauty, alluring was her smile. It was easy to get lost in it, so effortlessly to overawe its brilliance.

Kiri’s feet very lightly whirled within the translucency of the waters, the glittering light of Pandora’s tiny fishes circling her motions. You scrutinized her every expression though, smiling at the way her eyes brimmed with thrill down at the little creatures while your focus remained solely on your Kiri.

Something then fell from her lips – a subtle tug down following afterwards when she turned to look at you. Her once lax-hold on your hand was quick to direct and persistent, and this time your gaze fell to your twined fingers and smiled even more at the sight. But to reassure her, your thumb grazed over the back of her palm lovingly and gave a small nod. Kiri protested your dissociation for she was not indulgent with it in this second, not amused of your dazing irises. If only she could know one did not – couldn’t or shouldn’t ever be allowed to dissociate when near her presence. If anything, the only possibility for you was to associate with her. Kiri, despite the silent and rather be reserved with her thoughts and emotions, was so worth listening to, so worth being able to associate with the way her eyes twinkled brighter than the fluorescence Pandora had to offer, dimming every light encasing you as you sat at the edge with your feet dangled in the water, life wavering you as the night’s stars shimmered.

“I don’t think my family believes that I can feel her, Y/N.” She rolled her eyes with a soft scoff, the act that anyone else would believe as disrespectful and angry but you knew her; you knew this facade, how much this tethered her heart with hurt and sadness. And you also knew – witnessed the strong connection Kiri had with Eywa, and even if you hadn’t you believed in her word with no doubts, no hesitations. Of course, she was reluctant in how you quickly believed her but you reassured the Omaticayan girl. You gave her the closest thing there was to feeling like she did belong, like she did have something – someone to emotionally open up to and depend on. She then smiled softly, “But as long as someone believes me, that someone being you, I think I can settle with tha–”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The sudden blurt of your declaration halted her words. The rareness of a blush pigmenting beneath those glittering star specks across her cheeks. You didn’t see it because her face dipped down as quickly as it came, yet you didn’t need to. You knew Kiri, purely and confidently. “I made you something, by the way.”

Her head lifted at your words and her nose scrunched. “Why, out of all days, today?”

“Your brother had told me something about … a festivity Sky People have. One your father said they had back on their planet.” You paused, eyes averting. “He asked me for help in making something for Tsireya and while I did…I was convinced to make you something.”

Her eyes squinted as if trying to recall this holiday before realization settled in and a groan erupted from her throat. “That festivity is so … so cheesy, I swear. Why would you make me something?”

You shrugged, a bit confused as to why she thought this, “The way he spoke about it intrigued me… you do not want the gift then?”

Her eyes widened and mouth pursed. “But I didn’t get you a gift.”

“Having you is more than a gift.”

She groaned once more, but it was a mirthful sound. “You need to stop hanging out with Lo’ak. And my dad maybe. But okay, fine…let me see it.”

You grinned widely and brought your legs out of the water to retrieve the gift and returned with it hidden behind your back as you settled down, “Give me your feet.”

“Perv. Why out of all things my feet?”

“Kiri, please just listen! – What is a perv?” You shook your head before bringing one hand to her knee. “Never mind – Come on… it is nothing bad.” Her brow was hitched up high, letting a few beats go by until she sighed and gave in, propping both her dampened feet over your thigh. “Now what?”

You goofily grinned at the glare she gave you when you squeezed her foot. “Close your eyes.”

She narrowed her eyes even more , trying to inspect and unravel what you were up to. “If you tickle my feet, I will personally end you.”

“Everyday in your presence, you end me by taking my breath away.” That brought out a groan and laugh, her eyes crinkling beautifully. “You’re so corny, I swear. But fine, let’s get it over with.”

You chuckled but continued, fingers very lightly curling around her ankle and wrapped the piece you had made for her, occasionally letting the tips of your fingers stray the heel of her foot. “Stop! Y/N, that tickles, stop it or I will open my eyes!” She’d huff at the whispered giggles you would let out, trying to keep the deep furrow between her brows and yet with every joyous sound you made, she could no longer contain the warm smile curling her mouth. You adjusted the piece on the other ankle then, smiling proudly at your work. “Open them.”

Kiri’s lashes fluttered as she complied and very quietly gasped. Her feet had been embroidered with incredibly crafted barefooted sandals, the color scheme assisting browns, yellows, and green tiny fragments of trinkets, and she recognized the patterns to be similar to the necklace around her neck, the one that once belonged to her mother.

Her head snapped to you. “W-what, how did you—”

You smirked, “It helps hanging out with your brother and dad.”

Golden irises broadened in awe as she retracted her feet from your lap, her leg bending as her fingers brushed over the fine jewelry. “How did you even make this?”

“It took time…and a few minor injuries with the beads, but nothing my mother couldn’t fix,” She looked down at your hands, tiny and faint cuts scattering your digits and palms and she frowned. “You skxawng,” she lightly hit the back of your head but reached for your hands, bringing them close to her face and placed a soft kiss over each scratch. “You beautiful, considerate, lovable skxawng.”

“Don’t know if I should feel insulted or flattered,” you chuckled out. She giggled, bringing one of your palms to her cheek and the pads of your fingers stroked her bangs, giving her that heartwarming look that always mollified her insides. “Thank you, Y/N…but I still didn’t get you anything.”

You waved her off, “Do not worry about it… though I do have another surprise.”

“Again, I didn’t get you anything!”

“You didn’t need to! Look –” You outstretched your leg over her lap revealing your ankle being bejeweled with a similar patterned anklet. “I'm matching with you now!” She grinned widely and feathered her touch over it before wrapping her hands around your leg and tugged you closer. “I love it. I love you, in fact.” she didn’t give you time to respond because her complete enamour with you led her to kiss you soft, firm, lovingly.

— Lo’ak !

“My dad had told me of a celebration the Sky People once had on their planet — a celebration that included gift giving.” Gift giving that included the special gift in a pocket tied to Lo’ak’s loincloth, unaware to you.

“Really?” You smiled, a wonder and intrigue morphing your features. “That seems like something we do here when courting your future mate! Is there a name for this celebration?”

“Valentines Day. That is its name…but it’s not only about the gift giving, if not the motive behind it.” The swaying motions your interlocked hands created slowed down as the tips of his fingers pressed deeper into your skin. “Oh? And what is that, ma Lo’ak?”

He smiled briefly at the nickname given, a reflection of what his mother called his dad, and the love they shared swelled his heart of the love he shared with you. “To celebrate any sort of connection with your loved ones. Preferably friendship, admiration…love.”

“Lo’ak, what is this?” The melodic sound of your giggles normally mesmerized him, eased his nerves with the soft joyous sound. Today, under the setting eclipse should be no different, for this is how you spend your evenings together; hands clasped together, swinging through the air while the both of you strided through Awa’atlu’s sands, the winds astoundingly tousling through the rich ringlets of your hair, and you’d both soothe each other’s struggles of the days with sweet words and gentle touches.

But today, his nerves could not be tamed by even you, his sweet girl, as he stopped his steps indicating you to do the same, and stood in front of you with a shell-made case in his tight grasp, his saffron colored eyes looked anywhere but those cerulean ones he adored endlessly. The points of his ears flitted from his resistance of emotions while his tail lashed, and your smile faltered with the final sign that indicated his nervousness; the way he practically chewed off the corner of his lip, incisors puncturing the flesh.

“Lo’ak, what is wrong — are you okay? Is something the matter?” The soft tone and light touch of your hand on his clenching one brought his gaze up, and his brows knitted in awe at the delicacy of your features, of the ocean pools you carried. He swallowed hard, briefly smiling with a nod.

“D-do you know what a ring is?”

A subtle quirk resided between your eyes but nodded. “I do not wear them…but I do know what they are. A type of jewelry worn on the hand, yes?”

He nodded, thumbs tapping over the shell’s thin dents. “What does it mean to you? I-if I gave you one? For this celebration of love that Sky People have?”

Your lips parted and the corners threatened to lift into a smile, but kept quiet as you observed his expression. “I would be more than happy… especially if it came from you—”

“But do you know the purpose of a ring? What would it mean to you?” He felt the pulsing of his heart, practically heard it and wouldn’t be surprised if you too could, with the way its wild and profound beating hammered against his chest with each pump of blood in and out of the organ.

You thought for a moment, trying to connect a response that would somehow calm him. The three of your fingers fiddled over the five of his, smiling at the way his deeper blue tones contrasted with your aquamarine ones, coming together as one. “It will be an act of affection on your part if you did. And I would cherish it very much. Though I do not know the…actual significance of a ring.”

His father had told him of the ways humans bonded to each other for eternity without the intimacy of tsaheylu, of how all the things tied to love were forged into a single promise, a single piece of jewelry such as a ring.

“Why did you never get mom a ring then?” He recalled Tuk questioning, and he would only chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. “Your mom isn’t fond of human things and the Na’vi’s got their own thing for marital acts, baby… besides you need five fingers for this to work.”

But that did not matter to him, not in this case, because when he heard and unraveled the details behind a ring, he found it to be beautiful and significant. You had been one of the greatest things that have ever occurred to him since the Sky People returned. Since he had to flee from the only home he’s ever known. Since the death of his big brother. And in the months that he has known you, in the months living in uncertainty and fear only for it to be washed away by those ocean eyes of yours, he found a firm certainty in something after a long time; about the love he felt for you, about you deserving something that beautiful, that significant. “Why do you ask?”

Because within this shell, the shell you and I happened to catch from the bottom of the ocean and you praised me for it, is a ring that isn’t exactly for marriage but as a promise to you of my undying love and promising future I will make sure to have with you. Because I am certain that I do not ever want to lose you, because you have seen me at my worst when he died. I cannot risk going on without you.

Another bob motioned up his throat before his shaking fingers opened the case in his palm, catching onto the soft gasp emitted from your lips.

“Dad told me the meaning, and I learned that it signifies an eternity of love; no beginning, no end. That the hole in the middle, it’s a gateway that leads to things and events known and unknown.” His accent was increasing its thickness as he spoke, internally cursing and hoped that you could still understand him. “The marital ring means forever, and I know that I want forever with you,”

It took you a moment to recognize the chiseled figure over the twig-like band — a single pearl in the middle, twinkling and impressively tiny trinkets embedded around the band. You knew it must’ve taken the Omaticayan boy quite some time to create this. Though you then caught a glimpse of a new necklace around his neck, one that assisted a pearl similar to the one upon the ring .

“But in the meantime, I want to give you what they call a promise ring, a-and when the time comes, I can….if you’ll take me, be your mate. Forever.”

Tears glistened the vibrancy of your irises, threatening to fall down your cheeks, clogging the words within your throat. All you could do was create a wobbly smile as he took ahold of your hand and slipped the ring around your middle finger, sliding perfectly into place.

“And as soon as everything gets cleared out, as soon as we hit that age, I won’t hesitate in making this the real thing, h-how does that sound to you?”

The sudden wrap of your arms around his shoulders and the soft pecks meeting his face spoke the answer, and he chuckled against your lips. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”

[plooto]

lo’ak is such a pussy eater . you think he’s doing this for your pleasure ? that’s cute .

doesn’t matter what time of day , if you’re not in a place where he can rip your tweng off , belive he is already trying to pull at the strings

-> “ c’mon baby , jus five minutes , they won’t even notice we’re gone.. ”

and they do . because it’s never just five minutes with lo’ak.

don’t never let him get you alone for a night - not ever - because he’s between your legs all night .

-> you’re pushing your hand against his head trying your best with your jelly-feeling arms .

-> “ t- too much lo’ ! ” he’s holding your hand in his to get to his favorite hobby .

-> “ one more baby, one more.. ”

he’s not asking you . he’s not telling you . he is begging you for one more . and another..

he doesn’t rest til his body actually puts him to sleep. only then will he let you start to think about forming coherent sentences .

eywa- and don’t tell him you’ll do anything .

-> “ s’that right ? anything yawne ? ” he’s smirking . he’s smirking because you’ve already sealed the deal .

you’re already pinned on his face , the thought of suffocating him pushed out of your mind when he feels so- so good.

so good you don’t even know what you had asked him for..

like father like son , right ?

[stvolanis]

My avatar OC So’lay. Shoud I write about her?

Edit: Ik it’s not the best drawing pls don’t attack me yall💀

[sulieykte]

I’m running on an empty tank this week and everything I had planned has come to a standstill until I can stay awake in the hours I’m not at work. I have one more shift this week and Sunday is my only day off until next weekend so hopefully I can get caught up on a bunch of content for the next week.

[erenjaegerwifee]

✧₊⁺ Crushing pt 2

✨yall asked and shall receive! Here’s a part 2 of this drabble. I hope Yall like it! Don’t forget to like, comment and reblog!

✨Warnings: MDNI 18+, friends to lovers, belly bulge, fingering, p in v, neteyam writes on you

✨Word Count: 2.3k (this was supposed to be a drabble).

✨ all my characters are aged-up! If you’re uncomfortable please do not interact with my post.

“So y/n can I ask you something?” Neteyam mumbled as you both sat together eating some fruit he picked for you. It’s been a couple of weeks since he saw you wearing that his name on your back and since then he’s been easing you into the idea of spending time with him. He has successfully managed to make you set a couple hours just for him alone which makes him extremely happy.

“Go for it” you answered waiting for his question, “I saw an avatar the other day, he had a tattoo on his shoulder and it reminded me of the Metkayina when we went…I know it’s also a human thing, have you ever considered getting one?” Neteyam asked sweetly.

His ears twitched as he looked down at you sitting so cute and small on the log, he looked like a giant next to you, but that wasn’t something that bothered him anymore after he over heard Kiri and Lo’ak talking to you about like na’vi men. He knows he has a shot he just needs to act before someone else does.

“Oh yea I have a couple right now I was hoping to get some more, I like how they look I just can’t decide what to get” you chuckle. Your laugh was ever as beautiful but that’s not what caught his attention this time, how could he have not known u have tattoos already, all the man does in his spare time is look at you.

“You have? Since when?” He asked his tone was surprised, you expected it, no one besides the woman who gave you the tattoo knows you have them. It’s not a secret really but you just never thought anyone would care. You thought it was cute neteyam was so interested. “I got my first one when I was 19 and my second about 6-7 months ago. It just finished healing.”

You’ve had this tattoo for years? And he’s never seen them? How? “Can I see them?” He blurted out making you giggle, “I can’t show you out here silly”Oh so these are intimate tattoos, even better.

“I have one behind me ear and the other on my ribs” you gestured to the places with your hands as you finish eating the fruit. “I’ll show you, let’s go back to the lab” you jump off the log and Neteyam follows suit walking behind you.

When you arrive to the lab neteyam pushed the door open for you to walk in and you take your mask off and he grabs one throwing it around his neck. Neteyam followed you through the hallways bending down so he could fit, he looked cute crouched down like that.

You walk into your room and shut the door behind you, Neteyam naturally made his way to sit on your bed, it was a big bed he could fit there easily but it was low to the floor so when he sat down, he was almost at your height but not quite.

“Ok look” you walked up to him and stood were his knees were and pulled your hair over your shoulder pulling it back for him to see the cute atokirina behind your ear behind your ear lobe (I’ll put pics of the tattoos I imagine below) it was small he couldn’t see it probably from his far away you were.

Instinctively he put his large hands on your bicep and waist and pulled you closer slotting you in between his legs. His head moved closer to see you your tattoo and your felt his breath on your collarbone as he looked at it.

You’ve never been in this kind of compromising position before especially not with neteyam. It made you slick, you squeeze your thighs together hoping his amazing na’vi nose doesn’t pick up in the scent change.

“Atokirina…” he whispered next to your ear “Tsal lu yuey sìn nga” (it is beautiful on you) his voice made your shiver, you took a deep breathe trying to calm your raging hormones. Neteyam’s hand that was on your bicep now ran through your hair pushing it back more and brought his head down so his lips could touch your tattoo.

You gasped at the feeling of him kissing you there, it was always a sensitive spot for you. Your eyes shut as his tongue darts out to taste your skin, “taste like you..”

“Neteyam… it’s healed you wouldn’t taste the ink” your voice was breathy and your legs felt weak. It was only when he heard your voice he realized what he was doing to you and boy did he love these cute reactions, “where’s the other one?”

He pulled back his head and look at you, your face was slightly blushed and your lip was trapped between your teeth, “here…” you raised you r-shirt up to right under your bra pointing to the tattoos of the knife curved under your left breast with 2 feathers hanging off the handle.

Neteyam recognized that knife, it was the one you made go him when he passed his rites of passage at 15 years old. It was 10 years ago but he never changed that knife for anything. “my knife”

“Well yea I thought it fit nicely in the spo- what are you doing neteyam” his hands moved to the base of the t-shirt you were holding up and pulled it swiftly over your head exposing you in your bra and cute shorts. Your bra was a pretty baby pink with a bow in the center.

“Neteyam!” Your hands fly down to cover your bra, “mawey (calm), just want a better look.” He pulled your close by your arms that were crossed on your chest and then pushed them out of the way so he can see the tattoo. His head dipped examining the details that are his knife on your body.

His lips met the stop kissing it before darting his tongue out making you suck in a breath. “You look beautiful, so so pretty with these, you want more?” He asked you.

You nodded your head meekly at him trying to stop your panties from leaking. “Where?”

“M-my back maybe, my thighs” you said softly. He smiled, his head came back up holding his body up to his full height. Neteyam’s hands sat on your hips running up and down twisting your small frame in his hands. He loved the way his fingered unintentionally touching when it crawls up to your waist.

He has you so close to him, his scent invades your nose so you could imagine how strongly you must smell to him. “Tell me to stop?” You didn’t say anything. You didn’t want him to stop.

Neteyam kissed you softly on the lips, his finger tips squeezed your flesh as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. His lips were so soft and tender. His mouth was much bigger than yours, his kiss progressively got more heated and his grip on your body got more intense.

You pulled away feeling Neteyam strain his body for air and brought the mask that hung on his chest up to his mouth. Neteyam took in a deep breath looking at you with his golden eyes. He is so fucking fine!

He pushed you aside and grabbed a dark blue permanent marker that sat in your desk. He pulled you onto his lap making sure you get comfortable before he leaned back against the wall next to your bed. “Gonna let me draw some tattoos on you baby? Want one here right?” His large hand slide up your thighs making you shiver and you nodded your head meekly.

Neteyam opened the marker and slipped his head to your neck sucking in your soft skin. Your human skin bruised so easily he absolutely loved how sucking on you for 3 seconds could turn you red.

Your eyes were closed as you took in the feeling of his tongue on your skin and his hand moving lightly with the cool marker pressed against your leg, you couldn’t see what he was writing so when he pulled away na moved the marker you looked down at your thigh. There in bold capital letters was NETEYAM on the entire length of your thigh.

The slight made you blush, is he staking claim? Is this some kind of ownership? Whatever it is you are loving every part of it. You don’t touch it not wanting to smear the writing but you glance up at him only to see him waiting for your reaction.

You lean forward and kiss him roughly on the lips. “Neteyam will you do something for me?” You pull away batting your eyes at him, “anything baby”

“Fuck me” your request caught him off guard but he proceeded anyways. He picked you up and laid you on the bed softly, he kneeled on the bed in front of you pulling off your shorts and underwear in one swift move. Neteyam laid on the bed next to you throwing your left leg over his thighs, and pushing your right up in the air spreading your legs. Neteyam observed your soaking folds gliding a finger through them collecting your slick.  

He brought the finger up to his lips to taste you with a sweet hum he brought his finger back down to circle your clit. With another finger he slid into your weeping hole. You head your head on his shoulder as you watch his movements with him, his other arm was thrown over your shoulder keeping you close as he finger fucks you open.  

Neteyam added another finger then another speeding up his pace until he was shaking your entire lower body, “Neteyamm AHH” you scream when you gush on his fingers. Your head was buried in his neck kissing his warm skin softly as he assaulted your cunt.  

Neteyam pulls his fingers out licking them clean before be lays flat on his back and moves you to his lap, straddling his hips. “Now baby, where else do you wanna get a tattoo?” Your mind was woozy as you stared at him, you still felt the stretch of his fingers in your cunt. Your hands press onto his abdomen leaning forward, your hair fall in front of your body. 

Neteyam wraps as arm around your back and with his fingers he unhooks your bra ad falls down your arms exposing you to him. Your tits bounce when they fall free and Neteyam’s eyes were glued to them. You took notice and guided his hands towards them so he can touch you. 

You bit your lip feeling the way he tugged on your nipples. “I- uh, I think on my collarbone and my back, my legs, maybe right over here” you run your fingers over the side of your waist where it curves inward so perfectly. Neteyam didn’t waste a moment scrambling for the marker and pulling you close right his initials, ‘N.S.’ above your collarbone where your shoulder meets your neck. 

Then he moved the marker down writing the nickname you call him ‘TEYAM’ vertically down the side of your abdomen. He dropped the mark after admiring his works and pulled you up to sit on his abdomen while he unties his loincloth. You drop your body down kissing his while he does, your breast press against his hard chest as you stick your tongue in his mouth fighting for dominance which he won. When you pull away a string of spit connect both your lips and he raised you up laying you on the bed and him on top of you.  

Your body is dwarfed beneath his as he lines his cock up with your dripping slit and slowly push into you. This is the first time you’ve ever seen a cock so big you weren’t sure it was going to fit in you. As if he read your mind, he bent his body over so he face is in front of yours and kissed you, distracting you from the painful stretch.  

You focus all your attention on the way his tongue moves so seamlessly with yours and you don’t even realize when he’s bottomed out inside you until you hear his grunt. “So tight baby, so fucking tight” Neteyam groaned, his head dropped down onto your shoulder and you wrap your legs around his sexy waist and locked them together. 

Neteyam started moving slowly listening to your loud whimpers, you’ve never been so full before. “Tey, s-so full” he pulled his head up to look down at you admiring they blush that traveled down your hot skin. His eyes traveled down your body, watching the way your tits bounce with his every thrust making him speed up to see them bounce harder.  

His faster pace made you tear up, your jaw was slack you couldn’t even form sounds because he was fucking you so good. Neteyam admired the writing he left on your skin, and his eyes made it to your tummy, your every full, bulging tummy. His eyes widen slightly as he watched the imprint of his huge cock moving in and out of you. When he bottoms out, his tip was right up to your belly button. 

When you come on his cock your moan loudly and gush on him. Neteyam felt his entire cock get wetter in your snug cunt and his head dips down into your tits sucking on your nipples as he speeds up his thrust. He pulls out and lends back stroking his cock so he can cum on your body, “Fuck, fuck gonna cum on you baby” he whimpers as his cock shot up onto your breast and stomach.  

Neteyam was panting as he dropped to the side of you looking at the mess he made of your body. He grabbed his discarded loincloth and whipped the cum down and off your body pulling you close to him, “You did so well for me baby, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked his voice was concerned. “No, no it was amazing tey” you said in a weak voice.  

“Hey baby, next time I see my name on you, want it to be permanent.” he kissed your neck wrapping his big arms around your body. And who were you to deny him what he wants? 

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⸻Neteyam Sully

Neteyam's First Rut Series: ⊱Chapter I: Neteyam's First Rut ⊱Chapter II: Tying the Knot ⊱Chapter III: The Heat Within ⊱Chapter IV: A Synchronous Fever ⊱Chapter V: With My Life ⊱Chapter VI: To Set Ablaze ⊱Chapter VII: Moment of Truth

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Insaitable ⊱Special Ep. II - At First Sight [prequel]

Sub-Neteyam: ⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Bound (bdsm; edging) ⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Hide and Peek (exhibition kink)

Dom-Neteyam: ⊱Forgiven - Forgive Me Part II (mirror sex)

Misc. Neteyam: ⊱Jealous-Neteyam One Shot - Eyes for You ⊱Comforting-Neteyam One Shot - All Your Curves

Clingy Neteyam: ⊱Part I ⊱Part II ⊱Part III

⸻Lo'ak Sully

Non-Unrequited Love Trilogy (lo’ak in rut): ⊱Part I - slight smut ⊱Part II - pure smut ⊱Part III - smutty smut

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Inextinguishable ⊱Special Ep. II - Twin Flame [double pov] ⊱Special Ep. III - Ashes [double pov]

Sub-Lo'ak: ⊱Sub-Lo'ak One Shot - Prized Obsession (edging lo'ak)

Dom-Lo’ak: ⊱Is that So? ⊱Handle Me - Part I ⊱ Part II

⸻Neteyam Sully + Lo'ak Sully

Make Your Choice Mini Series (w/ alternative endings): ⊱Make Your Choice: Part I ⊱ Part II (possibly dark) ⊱Make Your Choice Endings: Neteyam ⊱ Lo'ak ⊱ Both

⸻Ao'nung

Ao'nung in Rut: ⊱Behind the Façade Part I ⊱Behind the Façade Part II (coming soon)

⸻Rotxo

⊱Sub-Rotxo One Shot: Feel Better

⸻Jake Sully

⊱Forgive Me ft. Neteyam Sully (dark) ; Part II ⊱Little Secret ft. Lo'ak Sully (dark) ; part II (coming soon) ⊱A Night to Remember - Birthday Sex (for my dani <3)

⸻Ralak te Sepwan Ieyk (collab w/ @zestys-stuff)

⊱Chapter I ⊱Chapter II ⊱Chapter III ⊱Chapter IV ⊱Chapter V

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Ralak’s First Rut ⊱Special Ep. II - Concurrent Tides ⊱Special Ep. III - Calm After the Storm ⊱Special Ep. IV - Seed of Life ⊱Special Ep. V - Something is Brewing ⊱Special Ep. VI - Labor of Love ⊱Part I ⊱Part II ⊱Part III

Drabbles:

⊱Wandering Hands - Ralak's POV

⸻HighIssyTalks (click me)

⊱blurbs/drabbles ⊱get to know me ⊱high questions + answers + thoughts ⊱neteyam talks ⊱aonung talks ⊱ralak talks ⊱loak talks ⊱jake talks ⊱read it all under #high issy talks

⸻NSFW Alphabet

⊱Lo'ak Sully + Neteyam Sully ⊱Tonowari + Jake Sully (coming soon)

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Pretty, But Not Stupid

Extra of Hunting the Tawtute

Kinkmas Day 10: Breath Play

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: AgedUp!Lo’ak, Dark!Lo’ak, ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Breath Play, Choking, Size Difference, Alien Genitalia, Oral (male receiving), P in V, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Scenting, Mention of knots (but no knotting yet), Slight threesome (and Dark!Neteyam), Mentions of death/dead bodies, Reader is not having a good time (although idk...i think she’s having a great time), Mentions of war

A/N: Guess who’s back, besties!! Been MIA, slacking on prompts, and about to lose my fucking mind with all my family around, but I somehow got this done and I’m about to read as many fics as I can before someone else demands my attention.

A/N 2: This was not intended to be a full Part 2 yet, but it's way too long to be called a drabble. So I’m calling it an extra for now until I decide what to call it lmao. Hope y’all like it 🧡

A/N 3: DEDICATED TO @oakbuggy AND THEIR AMAZING ARTWORK (Everyone stop reading and go look at their art rn, all of them are god-tier but the one for Hunting the Tawtute definitely holds a special place in my heart. Thank you again, Buggy! You're amazing!)

Summary: With their father’s impending retirement as Olo’eyktan, Neteyam has more responsibilities to the clan and less time to see his favorite human. Thankfully, Lo’ak is there to pick up the slack.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ**

Translations:

Vrrtep - Demon

Tawtute - Human

Sevin - Pretty

Palulukan - Apex predator resembling a lion or panther

(Mountain) Banshee/Ikran - Large, dragon-like aerial predators

Mawey - Calm

Narlor - Beautiful

Tam tam - Calm, be content, there there

Srane - Yes

Yawne - Beloved

Paskalin - Sweet berry (term of endearment)

Their father is stepping down as clan leader - at least that’s what Lo’ak tells you when he comes to visit you in the isolated hut the brothers have set up for you on the side of a cliff face. It was for your own protection, they told you. You couldn’t stay in the village yet, their father would never allow it, and you clearly couldn’t be trusted not to run away if they built you something on the forest floor. 

“Tawtutes with their tiny brains are stupid,” Neteyam had sneered as he hauled your combined weight up the cliff side. Your arms locked around his neck tightly, legs wrapped around his lithe torso as your eyes squeezed shut, determined not to look at the insane height you were being pulled to. “You might think to run away and then become the next meal of a hungry Palulukan.”

“Nah, bro,” Lo’ak said, the grin on his face audible in his teasing words as he climbed up the cliff behind you, ready to catch you if you decided to end it all right there and try your hand at plummeting to your death, no doubt. “Our little vrrtep would never run from us. Right, sevin?”

The hut they built for you was as cozy as it could be. Assembled further into the cave and away from the treacherous cliff side, thick material wrapped around sturdy posts to keep out any harsh weather that the cave itself couldn’t keep out. They’d given you plenty of blankets, assuring you that even though your human nose can’t smell it, their scent is all over them.

“To keep you smelling like us, when we can’t be here to do it ourselves.”

But they’re always around, day after day they come for you. Lo’ak grinning a deceivingly sweet smile and Neteyam’s amber eyes burning holes into your face as they grab at you, pulling you towards them as they all but rip off the loincloth and chest covering they gave you, baring your marked up body to their hungry gazes. They spread you open, fucking you and fucking you until you’re a crying overstimulated mess, drooling and teary under your mask as they fill you up. 

They know exactly how to touch you, where to press, where to rub, where you’re most sensitive. They learned how to play with your body better than you could ever know how, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling, exhausted body until your left limp and they’ve decided they’ve had enough for the day. 

Your body still struggles to take their cocks (although they love to tell you that you were made for it - “made to be our little cocksleeve”). Your only saving grace is that they’re still not sure if they can knot you. They’ve gotten close to trying, instincts desperate to push that large ball of tissue at the base of their cocks inside your already stuffed to the brim pussy. You feel how they test the resistance, pushing juuuusttt a little deeper, the swollen knot stretching you even farther than you ever thought you could stretch before they back off. 

When they fill you full of their cum, it’s with their own hand squeezing tightly around the knot. 

Usually, it’s both of them. This time, you’re shocked to see only Lo’ak climbing over the edge of the cliff. 

“Neteyam sends his regrets,” Lo’ak says, kneeling down to wrap his arms around your body and press his face into your neck. His flat nose presses against your rapidly increasing pulse point and breathes in your scent. “He said to tell you that he’s sorry he won’t be able to visit you today, but that he’ll make sure to come see your pretty face and fill your tight pussy tomorrow.”

Your face flushes hot at his words, shivering when his nose slides up to nudge just behind your ear, but you stay silent. 

“But that’s good news for me,” He continues. “Because that means I get you all to myself for tonight.”

Neteyam isn’t coming to visit you today because their father is stepping down as clan leader, which means increased training, more hours at council meetings, and less time to sneak off with his captive human. 

“What does that mean?” You can’t help but ask. Lo’ak’s hands smooth down your sides, large palms dragging over your bare skin until they’re squeezing your ass. Your voice cracks at the feel, but you push on, your eyes doing their best to keep contact with his bright amber ones. “Your father stepping down? What does that . . .” 

What does that mean for me?

“Nothing you have to worry about right now,” He says.

Without warning, he stands, pulling you with him so your legs wrap around his torso as he supports you with a hand on your ass. A loud yip rips from his throat, echoing through the cave as he walks you both towards the cliff’s edge. The responding roaring shriek makes you cower against him as the large dragon-like animal lands on the platform behind you, wings flapping hard against the wind. 

“We’re going on an adventure,” Lo’ak says as he walks you closer to the banshee. You whimper, arms locking around his neck so tight you’d think you would be choking him if you could think straight. But you’re not, head whipped around staring wide eyed at the monstrous creature as it turns its head sideways to stare back at you. 

“Lo’ak, no,” You beg through gritted teeth, but he ignores you as he approaches the banshee, his hand settling lovingly on its snout. 

“Mawey,” he coos, carefully rubbing along the blue leathery skin on the banshee’s snout, but you’re not sure if he’s trying to calm the large animal or you. “Mawey, narlor,”

“Lo’ak, no,” You plead, still clinging to his upper body. Tears pool in your eyes and a panicked whimper escapes your lips when you feel the puffing breath of the mountain banshee on your back. “Please, please, no!”

But you’re ignored again, even when your body goes rigid at the feel of that rounded snout pressing against the curve of your spine, hot exhales practically burning your skin as the banshee sniffs at you. Fuck, fuck–you could die. Right now, you could die in a second, that snout pressing into your skin could disappear, replaced with dual rows of long curved teeth that would take only a second to open and bite down and rip you clean in half. 

You can hear the smile in Lo’ak’s voice from where your mask is digging into his collarbone, his soft murmurs of encouragement loud even through your terrified thoughts. “Srane, tam tam. Look at my two beautiful girls, getting along so well.”

He moves swiftly, not leaving room for any more pleading as he bonds with his banshee and climbs on, bringing your clinging body with him. The rush of air as the large animal takes flight makes you squeeze Lo’ak tighter, desperate for safety as you feel the wind bat at your back as the banshee cuts through the sky like a bullet from a gun. 

“Is this all it takes for you to cling to me, sevin?” Lo’ak teases as he rests a secure hand on your trembling figure, all five fingers spread so wide that they nearly span the entirety of your back. “A little ikran ride and I get you all cuddled up, nice and close?”

You ignore his dig, teeth clenching together as you fight to find your voice around the wind rushing around your ears. “W-where are we going?”

Lo’ak nudges his chin against the top of your head. “You’ll see,”

The flight feels like hours. Hours of watching miles and miles of trees and forest thousands of meters below from over Lo’ak’s shoulder. Logically, you know you’re exaggerating. It hasn’t been hours, and even though you’re still high enough to die as a splat on the ground if you were to fall, it's probably not as high as it feels. But heights have never been your friend, and frankly, neither has time management. 

It’s only when the banshee lowers to the ground and Lo’ak dismounts, depositing you on your own two unsteady feet, that you realize where he’s brought you on your ‘adventure’. 

Your mouth opens in horror at the remains of your old home. The RDA outpost, a once tall and strong fortress that housed the lives of hundreds of humans, now practically nothing more than a heap of rubble. The walls once meant to provide safety to those within them have crumbled down, victims of their own explosives used against them by the enemy. Debris lines the paved ground, thick boulders and metal platings that were once walls, bullet shells glinting in the sunlight. There’s a few AMP suits scattered around the battlefield - you can’t see inside them from your vantage point, and you’re terrified of what you might see if you get too close. 

“This way, tawtute,” Lo’ak says, reaching for your hand, but you yank it away before he can grab it. 

“No,” You say, but the firmness in your voice is overshadowed by the shakiness. “No, I’m not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,”

Another headshake. “No,”

Quick as lightning, his hand shoots out and grabs the bottom of your mask, gripping on the valve at the bottom as he bends down so his face is level with yours.

“Demon,” He growls, fangs on display for just a moment. A warning. “You are pretty, but not stupid. You do as I say.”

Fear claws at your throat and your hands immediately latch onto his wrist, silently begging for him to not pull your mask off. He never does, and neither does Neteyam. Not as a punishment at least. When they use your mouth, there’s always a warning - a “hold your breath, yawne,” before the air is cut off from your lungs and your mouth is full of alien cock. But the fear never leaves, the possibility is always there at the forefront of your mind, and you cling to his wrist like the lifeline it is. 

Lo’ak’s face softens at your expression, grip loosening from your mask as his hand slides to cup the back of your neck. “You know I would never hurt you. You need to trust me,”

Hesitantly, you shake your head again. You’re pushing your luck, you know it. But you’ve learned Lo’ak is the more lenient of the brothers and will tolerate more ‘disobedience’ than Neteyam will. “I can’t,”

“Yes, you can. Nothing in there will hurt you. If anyone is left in there, they’re dead,”

And that’s the problem. The terror of facing the place where life as you knew it was ended in a heartbeat. If there’s still people in there, people you once knew, people you talked to, some people who were good, lying on the ground . . . lifeless . . .

In the end, it’s not a choice. Lo’ak sighs, pulling you back in his arms and cradling you to his chest like a toddler. You sniffle, eyes sliding shut, determined to not watch as he walks you towards the remains of the outpost. 

It’s hard to admit, but being carried by the brothers can be really soothing if you let it. They move swiftly, with grace and confidence in every step, careful not to jostle you despite the usually uneven terrain of the forest. It’s even smoother now as Lo’ak walks across the flat pavement of the base. If you close your eyes, it can almost feel like you’re floating.

There’s a loud chu-chunk sound followed by the rapid hiss of air and the loss of sunlight behind your closed lids. You open your eyes to see that Lo’ak has found a still intact entrance, the airlock working to adjust the oxygen levels to whatever lies beyond the interior door. He smiles when the pressure stabilizes, opening the door and stepping into the inside of the base. This time, he doesn’t warn you when he pulls off your mask, the sound of escaping air hitting your ears, but you don’t choke. Instead you can breathe, deep complete breaths without the need for a mask covering your face. 

Lo’ak wastes no time nuzzling his face against yours, sliding his cheek across every new inch of face and neck that he can comfortably reach, a deep content rumble vibrating through his chest. 

Scenting you. 

“I can smell you,” He whispers, lips pressing against your cheek. “Not just you right now, but where you were, where you’ve been, here, within these walls.”

“W-what?”

His feet carry him, guided by an old scent that you can hardly believe is here after so long. But it is, it has to be - you know the journey, have walked it hundreds of times during your time on Pandora, but you can’t imagine that Lo’ak would. You don’t think he ever went inside the outpost during the attack. He shouldn’t know that it's the second hallway instead of the first, shouldn’t know it’s two left turns and one right, and that your door is the 3rd on the left. But he does. 

He even knows which bed was yours and which was your roommate’s, only confirmed when he drops you down onto the thin RDA issued mattress against the far side wall. You land with a yelp, bouncing slightly from the force of the drop, but your noise of surprise is cut off by Lo’ak’s lips against yours.

“Stupid humans,” He growls against your lips. “Can't even breathe air without help. Wish I could teach you, so I wouldn’t have to go without your pretty lips on mine every day.”

You whine into the kiss, his big lips nearly twice the size of yours as they capture your mouth completely. It’s not the first time he’s kissed you, but it’s the first time you can breathe while it happens. 

He pulls away after a few more kisses, his breathing shallow as he reaches for something tied to his loincloth. It’s only then that you see the CO2 mask that’s been attached to his hip this whole time. He pulls the cross strap around his body, the mask hanging low on his chest and the CO2 canister hanging around his hip. He brings the mask to his face with one hand, taking in a few deep breaths, while the other hand works at the ties on his loincloth. 

The material of his covering falls to the ground and he drops the mask in favor of gripping your chin, thumb rubbing soothingly across your cheek. 

“Someone wants to play with you,” He purrs. “Be a good girl and invite him out, okay?”

Your breathing is shaky as you rise up on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress as you come face to face with the flat plane hiding Lo’ak’s cock. His hand moves to the back of your head, guiding you forward until your lips press against the smooth space between his thighs. 

Experience has you knowing what to do now, how to hold onto his thighs with both hands to keep yourself steady as you pepper gentle kisses along the hidden slit. Lo’ak tips his head back at the feel of your tongue sliding along the seam, little teasing kitten licks against the engorging slit that are always from him demanding them, demanding the slower teasing buildup, rather than you being coy. 

He pushes your face harder against him, hissing a ‘yeah, good girl. Like you fucking mean it,’ as he urges you to lick him deeper. When his slit opens, puffy and dripping, you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips as the sweet taste of his slick coats your tastebuds. It controls your body, whatever is in the slick. You feel it, making your body heat up, making you want things you definitely don’t - and you’re in the thick of it now, no mask or breathing breaks to cut whatever effects it usually has on you. It sets your body on fire now, making your thighs clench together as wetness pools in your core, and your brain fuzzes as the first touch of Lo’ak’s cock teases your lips as it starts to slip past the slit. 

You don’t know how long he keeps you there, sucking his cock. He’s dragging it out, taking advantage of the rare opportunity he has now of you without your mask. He drags your mouth along his cock, staring down at you with hooded eyes and letting you suckle gently on the lavender tip. Sometimes he’ll growl, pushing you down harder on his length just to hear you gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Other times he’ll pull you off completely, twisting your head so that your lips wrap around his girth from the side, before sliding you slowly back and forth along his length, tongue running over each and every bump and barb along the hot cerulean skin, the bright bioluminescent freckles decorating his cock practically shining under the layer of slick and saliva. 

When he’s finally used you to tease himself enough, he pushes you back flat on the bed, large hands wrapping around your calves and pulling you closer so your ass is just barely hanging off the side. You whimper when he pulls your legs apart, ripping the soaked loincloth from your body, hungry amber eyes staring at your swollen, wet cunt.

“Such a pretty girl,” He moans. The tip of his cock slides along your folds, nudging against your clit before sliding back down and positioning at your entrance. “You ready?”

Your brain is fuzzy and your clit is throbbing, hole clenching with the need to be filled. You close your eyes, looking away from his intense gaze - you don’t want it, you try to remind yourself, you don’t, he’s making you. But a swift smack on your thigh makes your eyes fly open again, Lo’ak’s hard gaze seeming to cut into your very soul.

“Say it, demon. Wanna hear you say it,”

A small cry escapes your lips, body unconsciously trying to bear down on his cock even as you shake your head. He shifts forward just the tiniest bit, lavender tip just barely pressing against your drooling hole enough for it to start to stretch before stopping again. 

“‘Need you, Lo'ak,” he recites, brow cocked, expecting you to repeat it. “Say it.”

“Fuck!” Is what comes out instead - a whiny, frustrated curse, that has your eyes tearing up again and Lo’ak’s ears pinning back against his skull.

His hand is quick to wrap around your throat, fingers digging into the blood vessels at the side of your neck as he hisses down at you. Your hands wrap around his wrist again, fingernails digging in and no doubt leaving red crescent shaped marks in the blue skin. He’s not squeezing your neck, not crushing your windpipe out of anger. You can breathe, the gulping breaths your gasping for are making it into your lungs, but the fingers pressing into the blood vessels make it feel like you can’t. Your head is clouding again, fuzzing like TV static, vision going blurry as his hand doesn’t relent. 

“Fine,” He grunts. “You don’t wanna talk? Don’t.”

You want to scream when he pushes forward, cock bullying its way past your entrance and inside you, stretching you and filling you up. It’s slow and torturous as he fills you impossibly full, the barbs along his length scraping ruthlessly against your slick walls. He sighs, ears flicking in pleasure as your heat envelopes him, stretching around his girth so perfectly he swears you were made for him. 

You can feel the bulge in your belly, the pressure disappearing and reappearing again as he begins to move inside of you. Long, purposeful strokes meant as a punishment, meant to make you feel every agonizingly blissful inch of him as he fucks into your soaked cunt, harder and harder with each thrust. Your mouth moves trying to form words, sound fleeting save for the barely there whispers of ‘fuck’, ‘oh my god’, and ‘please’. Lo’ak hears them anyway, leaning down to silence you with a filthy kiss. His hips pound against yours, unrelenting in their mission to completely fuck the soul of your body, and the sound of slapping skin against skin mix with Lo’ak’s groans and your barely audible breathy whines. 

Lo’ak’s fingers find their way to your swollen clit, rubbing persistently at the sensitive nub until you're crying into his mouth, thighs trying desperately to close together but can’t because of his body between them. The thick press of his knot against your entrance is what pushes your oversensitive body over the edge.

At the first suffocating clench of your pussy around his cock, Lo’ak releases your throat letting all the air it felt like you weren’t getting back into your lungs in a rush of oxygen. You gasp, crying against his lips as you arch up against him, creaming pussy fluttering around him as you cum on his cock. He growls when your teeth latch onto his bottom lip, blunt teeth digging in enough to draw blood, but the way he immediately grabs your hips, shoving his knot against you as hard as he would dare without actually penetrating you, tells you that it was a lust filled growl this time, not an angry one. 

He moans when he spills himself inside you, face pressed against your neck as he fills you up. You swear it feels almost scorching hot, heating you up from the inside and then out as it spills from around Lo’ak’s still buried cock and runs down the curve of your ass and onto the bed sheets. 

Someone clears their throat from behind Lo’ak, and you gasp at the sudden sound, frantically trying to look around Lo’ak’s hulking body to see who it is. 

Lo’ak sighs, undisturbed by sudden intrusion, even going as far as rolling his eyes before slowly pulling out of your used cunt - more of his cum spilling out onto the bed now that he’s not still inside you to keep it in. “Wasn’t expecting you today, bro,”

Your eyes widen when he moves out of the way, revealing a smug looking Neteyam in the doorway, still very much dressed up in his warrior’s gear. 

“I had to make time to see our pretty little demon,” Neteyam says, bright amber eyes sweeping over your exhausted form. He crosses the room with three long strides, one knee pressing into the bed as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “That was a nice show. I know you’re tired, paskalin,”

His eyes meet yours, amber irises practically swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils. A hand presses against your belly, sneaking down towards your oversensitive pussy, his pointer finger reaching out to tap against your clit as you whine. 

“But it’s really not fair that you smell more like Lo’ak than me now, is it?”

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

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[fleurriee]

Thinking about how neteyam would react to seeing a human in the forest lost and no idea what’s going on. Not knowing the language or anything he brings her with him but everything is foreign to the human. Always curious about the world of the forest and the people and he thinks it’s the cutest thing 🤧

he would fr be so cute & confused. true gentleman tho but still a little cautious cause of neytiri’s beliefs 🤭 2k drabbles!

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader (human)

synopsis ; neteyam never expected to find a human in the forest, and least of all did he expect to find one as fascinating as you.

themes ; fluff, human!reader

Neteyam had no idea what was going on.

It had just been a regular morning for him - one where he’d go out into the vast expanse of the forest and train up his skills with his bow. He knew he didn’t necessarily need to do so, but his father always reminded him that it was better to keep on top of things than eventually fall behind if he just assumed he’d mastered a skill.

So, he stuck to his word.

But, what he hasn’t expected was to run into an unexpected sight - you. A human, roaming around with wide, doe-like eyes and careful footsteps as your head turned this way and that. A terrified expression was upon your features, constantly looking over your shoulder in case of anything preying upon you and waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

He didn’t do anything straight away, his mother’s warnings echoing within his mind. Neytiri always warned her children of the humans, but that was easier said than done when Spider like to pretend to be one of them, always poking his head into the Na’vi business like he was one of them. So, you could argue that Neteyam had gotten used to humans, to a certain extent. Still, he had to be cautious - after all, he didn’t know you.

As you slowly moved further along, your eyes searching for something in particular, Neteyam followed along behind you, discreetly, hiding within the fauna and making sure to keep his own steps silent. He didn’t want to spook you, but he also didn’t want to reveal himself to early on.

But, the sight of you got the better of him, because before he knew it, he’d lost control of his own movements and one of his feet stepped on a twig, causing the snap to reverberate within their surroundings. Neteyam shrunk in on himself, attempting to hide further away. The human called something out, whipping around and looking in his direction but not spotting him yet.

When she received no reply, she carried on taking cautious steps, but this time, in the direction of where Neteyam was hiding, the curiosity clearly getting the better of her. Just a few steps away now, and that’s when she made eye contact with him.

Silence lingered between the two of them, just staring at one another as both their hearts beat in a rapid tandem, all for entirely different reasons. It was strange for Neteyam to be so close to a human that wasn’t Spider and not want to kill them - how could he, when you looked so innocent and doting, just seemingly lost within their world? And you - you’d never actually gotten to see a Na’vi before, and your first experience was one you’d definitely never forget… especially when he looked like that.

The silence was broken with Neteyam’s next words, however, wanting to gain a better understanding on their shared situation. “What are you doing here?” he’d questioned, his words coming out slightly harsher than he’d originally intended.

He watched as her eyes narrowed in confusion, shaking her head lightly and that’s when Neteyam realised - language barrier. He didn’t know the language of the humans other than a couple swear words Lo’ak liked to shout out and you clearly didn’t know basic Na’vi enough to even give a small semblance of an answer.

What should he do now? The mighty warrior side of him demanded that he just leave, go back to the clan and report back to his father that he’d found a human, that there may be more looking for war. But, then there was that other side of him - that stupid, unrealistic, loving side that wanted to take you back with him where he knew it was safe, where he knew he could protect you. You were a fragile, little human, lost in a dangerous place where you definitely didn’t know how to protect yourself. If Neteyam could do it for you, why wouldn’t he?

“You’re lost…” he mumbled under his breath, more so to himself than anything, wanting to reassure himself of his own actions he was about to play out. “Come back with me - you will be safe there.” Remembering you couldn’t understand a single word he spoke to you, he gestured with his hands inside, signalling that you should follow him and that it was okay, he wouldn’t hurt you.

He turned, started to walk back in the direction of the camp when he realised he couldn’t hear your own steps. When he looked back over at you, you hadn’t moved at all - you were just staring after him, confused and slightly scared, more than likely believing he was just leaving you alone to die.

Sighing deeply, Neteyam walked back over to you, holding his hand out cautiously and gesturing for you to take it within your hold. Eyes widened even more so than before, you looked up at him for affirmation, wondering if the both of you were really on the same page. Giving you an encouraging nod in reply, the tiniest of smiles curving against the side of his lips, your heart stuttered a little in its beats and gently placed your hand within his.

The size difference was uncanny, along with the one less finger he possessed, but all the same, as the two of you started walking, Neteyam a step or two in front to lead the way, he felt warm, calloused, somehow safe. You knew the Na’vi could be vicious at times, but you knew that was all justified, considering they’d been attacked over and over again, only wanting to protect their home and their families. You guess you never really expected them to be like this.

His steps were much bigger than yours, his body taking him further and yourself having to walk a little quicker just to keep up with him. You didn’t mind, though, because you were more preoccupied with the world around you. Beforehand, when you were stupidly alone and lost, you hadn’t had the proper opportunity to take in the beauty around you, mind too focused on finding your way back.

Now, you could see it all for what it was - majestic.

So much was happening all at once, you didn’t really know what to look at first. Monkey-like creatures were swinging from branch to branch, their echoing calls shooting up to the top and eyes watching for their next destination; large birds were flying over head, right at the tops of the trees that they seemed no small than a regular-sized bird; plants and flowers were pulsing with the breath of life they truly possessed, vibrant colours piercing out and showing off themselves to the next onlooker.

Everything about it was so ethereal, caught up in it all, that you hadn’t noticed the Na’vi looking down at you, his expression soft and careless.

You’d made eventually made it to the outer side of the camp, bustling noises of all the people within going about their days - some preparing to hunt, some teaching, some learning, some spending time with their families or interacting with their friends.

Nerves began to spike up within your system, but as you watched the life of such a beautiful species move on around you like they were never in danger to begin with, like there wasn’t another species trying to destroy their home just for the gain of their own, they slowly started to dissipate. And, they might not be happy with you there, but at least you could say you’d been able to experience a completely different life for once - one you wished for yourself, no doubt.

Looking up at the Na’vi next to you, you noticed he was already focused in on you entirely, watching your every movement and facial expression, wanting to digest it all and commit to memory. Because even though he knew his people would berate him for being so careless as to being a human back to their home, he’d argue with the rest of his life that you were safe, that you wouldn’t do anything to put them in danger.

He’d be the one to look after you, he swore, because something about you drew him in, and all he wanted was to soak in your presence entirely.

Never before had he thought he could like a human, let alone tolerate one - and here he was, thinking you were the cutest thing he’s ever laid his alien-like eyes upon.

[filmsmakkari]

I heard you needed Lo’ak requests? 😏

I was WAITING for this, fr fr

So, can I pls request Lo’ak x fem!reader fic or Drabble. Basically, how would Lo’ak confess his love to reader? Would he give her a shell he found or would he be super tongue tied and flustered? PLS. FEED MY DELULU

Confessions

lo'ak x metkayina reader

Summary: A forest boy shows the girl he loves a new way of seeing the world, and finally tells her how he feels

CW- None!

Author's Note- I AM SO HAPPY TO FEED YOUR DELULU BECAUSE I TOOOO AM DELUSIONAL ABOUT THIS MAN. also unrelated to the story but i love this picture of lo'ak so much😭

“Come on (Y/N)! There’s nothing to be scared of!” Lo’ak said, pulling the girl by her arm.

“Lo’ak, no!” (Y/N) chuckled, half amused and half completely terrified. 

Before them stood Lo’ak’s ikran, Tatute. Lo’ak had been begging her to come for a flight with him, but  (Y/N), a child of the sea, had no desire to take to the skies. 

Since Lo’ak and his family had arrived in Awa’atlu, and she’d taken it upon herself to teach him the way of water, the two young na’vi had just been getting closer and closer.  (Y/N) was so beautiful it made him nervous, and her beauty was matched by her intelligence and kindness. Lo’ak hadn’t wanted to admit it when his siblings teased him about the sway his tail wagged whenever she grabbed his hand or how his pupils dilated every time he looked into her beautiful eyes, so he’d stormed off and found Payakan. But when the tulkun had expressed the same sentiment, telling him, “don’t run from your feelings,” he’d begun to think.

Would she feel the same? Would she be weirded out? Laugh in his face and tell everyone about how the outcast told her he liked her? No, no,  (Y/N) would never do that. He supposed the worst would never come if he never even told her.

So, that was how the Lo’ak and  (Y/N) had ended up here, on top of one of the highest cliffs of the girl’s island home, which the Sully’s ikrans had taken as their own. So much of their relationship had been based on her showing him her world, so Lo’ak thought he’d show her a piece of his for a change. 

“C’mon  (Y/N)!” Lo’ak climbed onto the creature and held a hand out to her, staring deep into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

(Y/N) felt her heart flutter as she looked at him. “Yes, I do.” 

She took his strong, large hand and allowed him to pull her onto Tatute’s back. She placed her free hand on his shoulder while he released the other and grabbed her thigh to make sure she was secure behind him. When he realized what he’d done, he quickly looked up at her, and she simply smiled and looked down, both of their cheeks getting hot.

“See?” Lo’ak said softly. “Not so scary, huh?”

“I guess not,” she replied equally gently.

They smiled at each other before Lo’ak turned and addressed Tatute. “You ready, big guy?” The ikran screeched happily in response. “Alright,  (Y/N), hold on tight!”

(Y/N) awkwardly wrapped her arms loosely around his torso, but that quickly changed. They ascended into the skies, and she held herself as close to him as possible, her skin touching his back.

“Lo’ak!” she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder.

“It’s okay! I promise I got you. Look.” 

Lo’ak nudged her with his shoulder, encouraging her to lift her head. 

Slowly,  (Y/N) lifted her head and opened her eyes, and Lo’ak wished he could savor the way her eyes lit up forever. 

As they soared,  (Y/N) was seeing her island in a way she never had before. The way the stars reflected over the sea andmade the waves glimmer, the beautiful patterns created by their woven homes, and the glow of the bioluminescent plants and animals on the cliffs. The way the glowing underwater plants flowed through the mangroves and the line between the teal green shades of the reef and the deep blue of the open ocean. (Y/N) could hardly process the beauty before her. 

“Oh, Lo’ak,” she said, growing more comfortable as she slightly stood up to see more clearly.  (Y/N) knew her home was beautiful, but after growing up there, she’d settled in its picturesque landscape. For the first time in years, she was experiencing wonder at the island. She felt like a child again when everything was new and radiant. And if it weren’t for Lo’ak, she never would have seen it this way. She tore her eyes away from the island, and as she cast her gaze upon him, she felt her heart grow warmer and fonder. 

Eventually, they landed on a quiet beach on one of the smaller surrounding islands, walking hand in hand on the beach. They felt like the only two na’vi in the world there together, with nothing but the sound of the waves behind them.

They sat down together on the sand,  (Y/N) retaking his hand as she said, “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Lo’ak, thank you.” She smiled at him, and it was so beautiful Lo’ak almost forgot how to respond.

“I just wanted to show how beautiful your home is through my eyes… how beautiful you are through my eyes… how I see you.”

(Y/N)’ s eyes widened before she looked down shyly. And Lo’ak, feeling bold, decided to take it a step forward, placing his finger under her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“(Y/N), I’ve never met anyone like you. No one has ever understood me the way you do. You make me feel like I have worth like I’m not an outcast or “the one with demon blood.” 

(Y/N) shook her head at that. She’d hated the way the tsahík called him that and held his hand out in front of everyone. 

She took his hand with both of hers as he continued, holding his extra finger tightly.

“You just-I mean you’re just- I guess- what I’m trying to say is, you know…” Lo’ak stuttered. As his nerves began to take over, he quickly fumbled for the pouch he’d attached to his loincloth earlier in the day. He handed it to her with a nervous smile.

Taken aback,  (Y/N) took it into her hands, asking, “What’s this?”

“I just thought- you know, maybe you’d like it.”

As he spoke,  (Y/N) turned over the pouch, and out of it came a beautiful necklace made of tiny pearls, white and blue beads, and little orange shells. In the center was a large piece of blue abalone, resembling the view of the island they’d had from the sky. 

“Lo’ak, this is…” she examined the necklace carefully. “It’s beautiful. I love it, thank you, Lo’ak.”

“I wanted you to be able to have a piece of me with you… something that would remind you of this night. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time. (Y/N)...”

“Yes?”  (Y/N) replied so, so, softly, like she was drunk off of this moment just being with him.

“ (Y/N)... I love who I am with you. I always want to be with you. I see you.” Lo’ak cupped her cheek with his hand.

(Y/N) laughed quietly, placing her hand on his chest. “I see you, ma Lo’ak. I have from the moment I saw you.”

Lo’ak laughed too then, placing his free hand on her cheek. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”

(Y/N) held up the necklace still in her hands. “Put it on me?”

Lo’ak nodded, taking it from her hands and moving behind her. He gently grabbed her hair and tossed it over her shoulder, pulling the necklace around her neck and tying it tightly, dropping his hands to her shoulders when he was done, rubbing them up and down her arms. 

The intimacy of the moment made  (Y/N) shudder. She turned to him with blown-out pupils, her heart going a million miles a minute. 

“Lo’ak…” she started to speak, but he beat her to it, looking down at her mouth, licking his lips.

“- Can I kiss you?” he interrupted.

“I’ve been waiting for you to since our first lesson.” 

Lo’ak didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her towards him, locking her lips into a heated kiss.  (Y/N) gasped at the passion. For someone who could barely get out his words when he was trying to confess to her, he sure didn’t seem shy now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, his arms falling around her waist and holding her tightly as if he never wanted to leave this exact moment with her. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm together, as if they were always meant to be like this with each other. Hot, gasping for breath, lips pressed against each other’s, hands exploring each other, while the waves roared and ikran chirped, Eywa singing her music of love.

Finally, just when they could no longer breathe, they separated, staring lovingly at each other. They both began to giggle, looking at their feet shyly. 

Suddenly, Lo’ak tilted his head back, chuckling, and said “Oh, Eywa.”

“What is it?”  (Y/N) asked, still giggling.

Lo’ak sighed. “Just wait till Neteyam and Kiri hear about this.”

[criesinliess]

━DECEMBER 2023; susan's recs

DIVERGENT

━━PETER HAYES

drabble @slashingdisneypasta

HARRY POTTER

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

hide and seek @writingsbychlo

━━THEODORE NOTT

sick of the silence @iloveinej

like snow on the beach @lizthewriter

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

spontaneous @georgie-weasley

THE GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

labyrinth @auroravictorium

homesick, but not for home @heliads

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

don’t fall for monsters @cleoluvrr

just not home @rafeandonlyrafe

a place we could escape sometime @↑

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say" @wenigstenshabeichesversucht

ONE PIECE

━━ZORO

idiots in love @undersero

━━SANJI

it’s just business @snippychicke

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER

━━NETEYAM

warm hands @loaksky

by the grace [make no mistake]; part2 @↑

my love @↑

all mine @↑

how do i make you love me @lanasblood

just neteyam @↑

━━LO’AK

in full bloom @loaksky

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

angsty teens @stveharringtn

maybe this christmas time @headkiss

MARVEL

━━STEVE ROGERS

your warmth is my salvation @iloveinej

something’s wrong with the morning @↑

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

i hate you @chaussetteblanche

[vivid-ink]

'The Love Shack' Series Masterlist

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22) Series status: Complete

Story Summary: You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers. And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?... Note: No use of 'Y/N'. Your name/reader's name in this is Neyomi.

Content: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, sex toy play, squirting, anal sex.

Part I - The Proposition Part II - Three Is A Perfect Crowd Part III - Blurring Lines Part IV - Haunted By You Part V - The Fault Is Ours Epilogue Drabble - Silwey's Reaction

Author's Note: A complete series means it earns its own series masterlist. 🥰THANK YOU to all of you who showed this series so much love! I enjoyed all your comments, and I'm eternally grateful for all your likes & reblogs. Neteyam & Neyomi's journey is another special addition in the library of my heart. 😘 For those who are new to this series - Hang on to your panties (or not) and enjoy this sexy, emotional rollercoaster. I hope you love it as much as others have. 💜💜💜

[kryptznnn]

Welcome to the Avatar Masterlist

♛= The crown implicates a smut story/series ahead!

♡= The heart indicates a fluff/common story/series ahead!

𑁍= The flower indicates an angst story/series ahead!

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Let’s begin ↴

Main Masterlist

Jake Sully/ Tsyeyk Te’ Suli Masterlist

“There’s no one else I can see by my side other than you”

Jake Drabbles/Requests;

♛-You're My Bestfriend

Jake Oneshots;

*coming soon*

Jake Fanfics;

♛- Play-Hard Masterlist ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 )

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Tonowari {Metkayina Olo’eyktan} Masterlist

“I want you to look at me, syulang”

Tonowari Drabbles/Requests;

*coming soon*

Tonowari Oneshots;

*coming soon*

Tonowari Fanfics;

*coming soon*

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Tsu’tey Te Rongloa Ateyitan Masterlist

“Show me your ways, and I'll show mine”

Tsu’tey Drabbles/Requests;

*coming soon*

Tsu’tey Oneshots;

♡/𑁍- Show Me

Tsu’tey Fanfics;

*coming soon*

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Neteyam Te’ Suli Tsyeyk’itan Masterlist

“You see yourself a better warrior than me?”

Neteyam Drabbles/Requests;

♡-Your Favorite Ex (Fan vote)

Neteyam Oneshots;

♡-Between Us

Neteyam Fanfics;

♡-Let Me Know Masterlist: ( 1, 2, 3, 4 )

♛/♡- Tragedy 1, 2

♡/♛-Hate me

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Lo’ak Te’ Suli Tsyeyk’itan Masterlist

“You don’t like the way I’m looking at you?”

Lo’ak Drabbles/Requests;

*coming soon*

Lo'ak Oneshots;

*coming soon*

Lo’ak Fanfics;

♡- The Feelings Mutual Masterlist (1, 2, 3)

♡/♛- Hate me

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Ao’nung {Metkayina Clan} Masterlist

“I could always teach you myself”

Ao’nung Drabbles/Requests;

*coming soon*

Ao’nung Oneshots;

*coming soon*

Ao’nung Fanfics;

*coming soon*

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[plooto]

imagine being fucked so dumb that you just cannot form words, so you have to use the metkiyanan sign language to speak 🤧

[nyrrwrites]

ׂׂૢ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵. ❞

╰ jake sully

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⤷ heavy angst, includes x neytiri

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⤷ fluff, includes x neytiri

To be added…

❝ 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. ❞

╰ neytiri te tshaka mo'at'ite

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⤷ heavy angst, includes x jake

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⤷ fluff, includes x jake

To be added…

❝ 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹. ❞

╰ miles quaritch

tiny quaritch now, what'd ya say? ⤷ smut

To be added…

❝ 𝗶'𝗺 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! ❞

╰ neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫 -> mild smut

𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 -> fluff

To be added…

❝𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.❞

╰ lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⤷ smut, angst

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ⤷ fluff

AU!𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣!𝙇𝙤’𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

To be added…

❝ 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗼. 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄. ❞

╰ tsu'tey te rongloa atey'itan

𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. -> angst

To be added…

¡drabbles!

💙 — valentine's drabbles ⤷ ( neteyam, kiri, lo’ak )

༊*·˚ — avatar characters with poc!human!reader w ho wears lipgloss. ⤷ ( Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Quaritch )

➤ metkayina valentine’s drabbles

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English Lessons

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Just a little drabble for a funny idea that I had. It's super short, but I think it's funny and cute. It feels very on brand for Lo'ak. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, that's pretty much it.

Word Count: 500+

Summary: Lo'ak helps you practice English so that you can surprise Neteyam.

You stand with Lo’ak just out of sight of Neteyam.

“Just like we practiced, okay?” Lo’ak says to you in hushed tones.

Your ears and tail perk up with excitement. “Got it.”

You had asked Lo’ak for help practicing your English so that you could communicate with your mate in both of his languages. And he was more than happy to help you out. As a matter of fact, he was downright giddy to help you learn.  It was sweet. You always got along well with Lo’ak and he was a good teacher. He was patient in helping you make sense of the foreign feeling sounds on your tongue and praised you when you nailed a new sentence.

Today you had finally felt confident enough to try out your new skillset on your mate. With a big breath to calm your nerves, you walk past Lo’ak and over to Neteyam.

“Ma’Teyam!” you say approaching your love. He turns and instantly melts into a smile when he sees your face.

“Hello, yawne. I missed you.” He says wrapping you in his arms and placing a kiss to your cheek. Now was the perfect moment.

“How was your day?” The words feel unnatural leaving your mouth, but you’ve practiced enough to know that your pronunciation was spot on. And you can tell from the look on Neteyam’s face that he’s surprised and a little proud.

“My day was good.” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice. “Where did you learn that?”

“Lo’ak has been helping me practice so I could surprise you.” Your heart swells with glee as you see Neteyam’s admiring gaze.

“He says I’m a natural.”

“He’s right. You are doing such a good job.”

Your face visibly lights up registering the fact that you can finally start to understand Neteyam’s English.

“What else have you learned?” he asks with genuine curiosity, but he also just really loves hearing you speak and seeing how happy you are with your new skill.

You think about all the phrases that Lo’ak has helped you learn over the last month or so and try to settle on one. There was one that was a little funny sounding, even for it being English, but it’s also one of the more complex sentences you learned and you wanted to show off a little bit. Plus, Lo’ak said that Neteyam would love it.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You say proudly turning your face up to look at him.

Neteyam’s eyes go wide and his mouth is agape. He immediately flushes at your words and laughter erupts from behind you where Lo’ak stood watching the whole interaction.

You whip around to look at him and he is doubled over on the ground with tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard.

“Lo’ak! What are you thinking teaching her something like that?!” Neteyam chastises him, but Lo’ak is too amused to care.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion about what just happened.

“What’s wrong? Did I mess it up?” you ask.

Neteyam’s face softens when he looks at you, “No, yawne. You did so well. But how about from now on, you practice with Kiri?”

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Js thought of a real good lo’ak Drabble so now I gotta share it with the pookies🥰

Smut under the cut, ‼️MDNI‼️…Enjoy the Drabble😚

Perv!Lo’ak stealing your panties while you clean your room, so you punish him for it…

Cleaning your room while lo’ak is sitting on your bed, and while separating your clothes you mindlessly place your panties right next to him. Not even thinking twice about it, while he was thinking of which pair he wanted to ruin with his cum the most.

As you were turned around, he quickly grabs the pretty purple pair of panties with a rhinestone shaped heart on the right side of them and stuffs them into his loincloth before you could notice.

You walk towards the bed to put the pile of socks and panties away before realizing one of your favorite pairs is missing. Immediately putting two and two together you look at lo’ak, who has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Lo’ak.” You demand, not even needing to specify on what you were asking of him.

“Mamas.” He retorts, looking down at your small frame with hooded eyes.

Slowly you place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. “Wanna tell me where my panties went, babyboy?” You coo, making his tail sway excitedly and ears twitch at your tone. “Mhm, no clue, mama.” Smart-ass. He thinks he’s so funny.

“Oh, really?” You replied while slowly crawling into his lap, tracing your hand down his toned stomach,then to his v-line, and then into his loincloth. Feeling the lacey fabric of your panties against his hard on, your faces inches apart.

He shudders at the feeling of your soft fingers against his dick, making him whine lowly. “Then what’s this, sweet boy?” You question, dangling the lace on your pointer finger. A soft blush appears on his face, mind already hazy from the sound of your voice and feeling of your soft, wet pussy rubbing up and down his cock steadily.

Before he could answer you shove the fabric into his face, making him moan at the scent of you two mixed together. You take his loincloth off quickly, pulling your shorts to the side in the process too.

You press your warm puffy lips up against his dick, the juices leaking from you making it way too easy to slide up and down against him.

He whines and squirms under you pathetically, tail thrashing around violently the more you rock your hips against his sensitive cock.

“What a dirty boy. Can’t ask mommy nicely to have her panties? Couldn’t control yourself, huh?” You taunt, guiding his tip toward your greedy hole. His cock twitches and jumps at your words, letting out helpless little muffled sobs of ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry, m-mama!’.

You sink down onto him slowly taking him right back out, doing the same thing over and over until he finally comes up with words in his foggy brain. He taps your hips frantically, letting you know he wanted to speak. “P-please mama! Fuck!-Please I’m sorry-ah!~ for taking your panties without-hah~asking, I won’t do it again I promise.” He cry’s out, brain short circuiting from the feeling of your cunt squeezing his weeping tip so tight.

You let out comforting coos and praises of “it’s ok, sweet boy” and “so good for mama, aren’t you?” , making him let out a stream of content purrs.

Without warning you slam down onto him, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of his huge cock filling up your small pussy to the brim. The pace you set is ruthless, using him to reach your high, causing him to let out the prettiest noises and pleas. The feeling of being used proving wayy too much for your sweet boy.

Obscene skin slapping nosies and lewd moans filled the room, the both of you getting drunk off of each other because of it.

You glance at his face to be met with a completely fucked out expression, he was looking at you but his eyes were completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open slightly, brows tightly knit together and ears pinned to his skull. You could even see a faint gleam of tears on his waterline, oh so close to spilling over from the stimulation you were giving him.

Beautiful wasn’t even the right word to describe him right now, he looked completely breathtaking to you.

His tail wraps around your thigh tightly, one of the telltale signs that he was close. You giggle softly before rasing two of your small fingers up to his puffy lips, pressing them into his mouth firmly. Almost immediately he gets to work, tounge dancing around your fingers sloppily. “I know, baby, I know. Need you to be a good boy and cum for me, ok? Can you do that for me?”

His cock twitches rapidly at your words, breathing turning erratic and hips stuttering before he spills his warm, sticky load into you. You moan softly at the feeling of being even more full. Your pace turning quick and sloppy as you get closer to your peak.

Tears spill over his face as the overstimulation hits him, gripping your hips desperately as you use him to get yourself off. “P-please..no..no-fuck!~hah..m-more, mama. Please..” his tone was soft and breathless, making your demeanor melt slightly. “Awh, you poor baby. Mommy is just so mean to you, isn’t she?” You tease, clenching around him harshly just to see his eyes roll back into his head as he buck his hips up into you.

The sight makes you moan softly before you wrap your hand around his throat to kiss him passionately, his hips messily trying to match the pace of your hips. The feeling of his tip kissing your sweet spot makes both of you cum instantly, moaning and panting into each others mouths feverishly.

Once you finally recollect yourself, you slide off of him. Grabbing the your panties to rub them against your spent cunt, completely covering them in both of your juices.

Lo’ak is still completely out of it, looking at you with a disoriented expression. You glance at him with a loving smile before rubbing the slick fabric against his sensitive tip, making him whimper at the sudden stimulation.

You leave a trail of kisses from his lips, to his ear before nipping at the tip of it gently. “Next time, just ask, babyboy.” You say innocently before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek before you continue clean your room.

Leaving him a dazed, spent mess, cock still hard and twitching against the purple fabric.

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A/N~ Not my best work but that’s ight🤷🏽‍♀️ there’s better things to come bookies I promise 🩷 also I lowkey half proofread this, so mb if there’s mistakes😕 but this is probably one of the last things you guys are gonna get from me before I (most likely) go ghost bc of midterms and essays I have to do. But after that I’ll start writing all of the ideas I have🩷. Also may have based the panties in this off of my own so, do with you want with that😉 stay safe and hydrated bbys💞

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11~

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