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Resisting Temptation

Aged Up! Lo’ak X Fem! Human Reader

Adult Lo’ak art belongs to the one and only @cinetrix

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering, eating out, P! In V!, penetration, Mentions of an OC; Rekul

MDNI 🔞

This literally came to me while watching some… suggestive adult content. And no idgaf if you judge me for this.

Translation Station

Tawtute: Sky Person (human)

Tsahik: Spiritual Leader; Shaman; Interpreter of the will of Eywa

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader

Tewng: Loincloth

Word Count: 4k

Gone were the days where he would often sit and speak with me about his troubles, I felt as though I were cast aside and deemed unworthy of listening to his dilemmas anymore, forced to find solace in rarely speaking during our group settings, but his lingering looks on her weren’t missed, I couldn’t turn a blind eye to a man obviously in love.

It must have been the way that she spoke, maybe even in the way she smiled, but her heart was pure and made of literal gold, I couldn’t compete with that. She was the goddess of the ocean, often teaching us how to properly do a breath hold, how to swim, how to dive, but even with all of her lessons I often felt as though I were drowning.

The effort it took to hide my true feelings whilst he didn’t deny his crushed my soul slowly, making me wish I’d never come to live with the Metkayina in the first place, but Spider was here too, and I couldn’t leave my fellow human behind, so I sucked it up and put on a brave face for all to see.

But I was still upset, because right when I’d grown the courage to confess my feelings, I’d caught them embracing one another, something I’m sure my eyes weren’t meant to see, but something I feel I were supposed to in order to accept the harsh reality that he’d finally met someone of his own species to fancy him. Meanwhile I was the pathetic tawtute with the broken heart, holding on to an illusion that would never be.

Which is why my back had stiffened when he’d decided to call out to me, the look in his eyes something I’d seen before, a sense of childlike wonder as he asked if he could ask me a question. I wasn’t expecting anything bold to have slipped out of his mouth- actually, scratch that, I did- I wasn’t expecting anything that bold to be directed at me.

“Excuse me?” I asked, unsure if I had heard him correctly the first time, watching as he blinks and raises the hair of his brows, he brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck while repeating the same question I’d heard before and I freeze.

“I’m sorry, but…” I stare at him while feeling my cheeks growing hot, my body betraying my mind as I stand straighter, my mind beginning to think of what he’d just asked me.

“What the fuck?” Is all I manage to say before swallowing thickly, not having expected such colorful vocabulary to escape my own mouth, but the surprise of the question he’d asked called for it.

“You could always say no,” He began and I was still shocked as to why we were having this conversation- well truthfully he was attempting to have a conversation, I was just confused.

“I’m just-“ I began to explain how flustered I’d become as his question echos in my head, the confusion continuing to wash over me as I could have sworn he and Tsireya were a thing, maybe they’d just recently broken up and he was looking for a rebound?

Right as that idea settled in my brain a smile overtakes my features as a look of disbelief that he would even do this crosses my face as well.

“I’m not going to be your rebound, Lo’ak.” I stated sternly while scoffing, his brows nearly kiss as he furrows them, looking into my eyes as his next question comes out, not as bold as the first one.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on,”I shake my head and take the opportunity to look around us on the beach, having seen everyone at a good distance to where they couldn’t use their good hearing to have heard this embarrassing conversation in the first place, completely forgetting the fact that we were speaking in English.

“You expect me to believe I’m not a rebound for you?” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms against my chest, making a bold statement and watch as his face contorts into confusion, brows furrowing in an attempt to understand what I meant.

“What are you talking about?” He asks as he shifts his stance toward his other foot, I could have turned to walk away, could have avoided this conversation entirely, but that look in his eyes remained, and I wanted to know if I could crush it.

“You only ever flirt with Tsireya, spend all your free time with her, and now you’ve come to me with a ridiculous request? I’m not an idiot.” I stated as if it were obvious.

“Are you jealous?” He asks as a smile plays at his lips, and I feel as though I’d been made, my brows raise on their own accord as I stare at him, mind blown in shock and disbelief.

“Are you joking?” I asked.

“You, me, right here after dinner, what do you say?” He asks as his smile grows. Just before I can decline his invite he speaks again.

“I can explain everything to you since you have trouble understanding what the word ‘friends’ means.”

I scoff but before I could accept or decline his offer, he’s headed into the water, his body disappearing underneath before I could even comprehend anything, my own mind growing frustrated as his stupid question wracks my brain.

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The area in which we sat down for dinner had been chosen by the tsahik, she stated that it was the best spot to showcase the lapping waves of the ocean against the retaining wall which did prove to be a beautiful sight, but it also provided us with the view of eclipse, watching as the night grew bioluminescent from the very edges of the water all the way toward the island they resided on, the communal cook fires providing light for everyone, my vision being restored.

Most of the people sat together with their friends and family, a few people often hogging the heat of the fires as they share stories in groups, laughter rising from different groups at various times. My mind reeling towards the children that often ran between groups to seek out their friends before the night was over and they’d have to go to bed.

Considering our ‘group’ was with the Sully family we decided to sit together, not wanting to bother anyone else, but our group surprisingly grew to include the tsahik and olo’eyktan and their children. I’d expected Lo’ak to continue his charade with Tsireya, but as Spider passed me my share of fruit I felt his green eyes staring into my soul.

Tsireya had chosen to sit between her brother and Rotxo, often making conversation with Kiri about what their next adventure should be, and I felt as though I weren’t in the right dimension since she’d often sit by Lo’ak and they’d talk and giggle with one another quietly, like sharing secrets between lovers, but they weren’t doing that tonight.

I picked at my spartan fruit careful to not get any of the juices on my body, barely eating any of it as I’d started feeling self conscious of the youngest Sully son staring at me, but I’d eaten enough to be sated of my hunger and still managed to have half the fruit left in my lap, gently tapping Spider’s shoulder as he seemed to be in a deep conversation between himself, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Rotxo. I hand him my half of the fruit and he doesn’t hesitate to take it, taking his mask off every once in a while to eat some of it.

I grow tired of paying attention to him and finally look up toward Lo’ak, who seemed to have been paying attention to the girls talking about their plans as Tuktirey begins to interrupt the conversation, asking if they can find shells on the beach to make necklaces, his attention now turned towards me, jerking his head toward the beach as a suggestive way to get us to walk away from the group, and with nothing better to do I shrug, accepting his invitation.

We walk for what seems like an eternity in silence, but I know we’re wanting to be somewhere without prying eyes or eavesdropping ears, sighing once he stops and turns to face me, I stop walking and face him with my arms still crossed, my sports bra and loincloth doing very little to keep me warm now that we’ve stepped away from the comfort of the cook fires.

“What is it you dragged me out here for?” I asked aloud but feeling a shiver on my spine as the cool weather near the beach was starting to get to me.

“Have you given any thought to my proposition?” He asks boldly and I feel my stomach act up, butterflies flying around them violently as my cheeks heat up, a growing smirk evident on his face.

“Don’t you have some explaining to do?” I asked with the same amount of sass he’d given me.

“Okay okay,” He begins while holding his hands up in defense as his now amber eyes stared into mine, thats one thing I noticed about his eyes, they were a greenish hue whenever the sunlight was out and about, but once the bright light was taken away, they’d turn into a burning amber color.

But what he tells me is a surprise, he’d been harboring feelings for me since back at the forest with the Omatikaya clan, where the two of us would always hang out and play pranks on his siblings, how we would trust one another with anything, how easy it was to talk to one another, and how broken he was when he knew it would come to an end as they left.

He did admit that once he came onto the islands of the Metkayina that he did harbor feelings for Tsireya, but as he grew to know her, his feelings lessened and grew to love her as a sister, beginning to trust her as she taught him and his siblings to live like them. But there was always a voice inside his head that never forgot me, and his feelings were reignited as soon as he’d seen me and had been consulting with Tsireya on what to do.

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And thats how I found my face buried in the sand, my mask acting as a buffer between myself and the granules of sand attempting to imbed themselves into my skin, but I knew they were tangling themselves into my hair. My back was arched and my ass stood at attention as my pussy was being toyed with, small whimpers were leaving my mouth as the male behind me was enjoying himself way too much.

I feel as his finger gently slides back inside my cunt, I subconsciously squeeze around the thick digit with a muffled whine coming from my mouth, he’d been gentle with me this entire time but now I needed him to fulfill his promise.

“Do you think you’d ever let me stick just the tip in?”

His question from earlier bounces around in my brain as his thumb caresses my clit, drawing his singular finger out and sticking a second one in as he slowly slides back in.

“Lo’ak!” I whine as I shimmy my hips in an attempt to get him to move faster, but a dark chuckle causes me to stop moving as his free hand comes toward the small of my back, gliding upwards and sliding past my shoulder blades and settling on the back of my neck, a soft yet firm hold that kept me frozen in this position.

“You’re taking my fingers better than you should be, mama’s.” He observes as I don’t wince or attempt to move away from the size of them, shame filling the pit of my stomach momentarily before he speaks again.

“Were you off getting prepped for me while I was away?” His whispers meet my ear and I shiver at how close he was, his chest pressing against my back, his voice evidently carrying confidence.

“Y-yes,” I admit, having spent some uneventful nights letting one male in particular have his way with me back in the Omatikaya clan, wishing I hadn’t been weak and giving into temptation, but thankful for the experience.

“Did he make you come?” His voice sounds gruff as he finally picks up his speed, my eyes close as I begin to lose myself in the pleasure, but a particularly hard thrust causes me to open my eyes, he’d stopped all movement at this time.

“N-no, never.” I admit once more as I’d grown used to Rekul’s touch, I’d always left unsatisfied and had to finish off on my own, but I would tell myself it was practice for when I found someone better.

“What a shame, a beautiful cunt like this deserves to be praised,” He hums into the air as he moves his fingers once more, my short moan being cut off as I didn’t want to be the reason we got caught, he only chuckles to himself.

“Let those pretty little noises out, mama’s, I need to hear how good I make you feel.” He commands as his thumb comes back around to circle my clit, the way he was moving his fingers had me shivering as I grabbed fistfuls of sand in an attempt to feel I was in control of something, slowly beginning to lose my mind as I drew near my orgasm.

I lift my head up to tell him to move faster, forgetting about the hand that had attached itself to the back of my neck, feeling as he gently laid my head back down toward the sand.

“I didn’t say you could get up.” He mumbles as his fingers never cease their fluid motion, my cunt squeezing against them as he pushed my head back down, moaning shamelessly at the feeling.

“Please, I need more-“ I beg.

“It almost sounds like you’re asking for-“ He begins and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, my mind short circuiting as his fingers continue their job, my pussy squeezing more frequently.

“Tongue, dick, anything! Eywa please!”

“Oh no, baby, you aren’t ready for my dick quite yet.” I hear him rumble as he lets go of my neck, his hand trailing back down my spine, past my shoulder blades, before landing a quick smack to my ass.

“Fuck-“ I moaned into the night air, damning all of my senses for being too high strung as I was beginning to relax on his fingers, allowing the jolt of electricity to travel up my spine after the contact he’d made.

Even after he’d smacked me, I felt myself sliding down further on his fingers before they were ripped from me, I whine desperately in an attempt to get him to shut me up by placing his fingers back in me, but he’d chosen to ignore my plea and placed his hands on my hips, bringing them closer toward him. One hand sneaks down toward the front of my neck and he lifts me up, my knees being the only thing touching the ground as my back is at his chest.

“Be a good girl and lie down for me, I want to see your face as I ruin you with my tongue.” His words seem to caress my pussy as I do what I’m told, turning my body around to face his, positioning myself to lie down while propping the upper half of my body by my elbows as I stare at him.

He smirks as he settles his body between my legs, my mind reeling at the anticipation of him eventually going down on me, his eyes remaining in contact with mine the entire time. I wanted to urge him to eat me out, see if he even knew where my clit was, but I didn’t want to push him to end up being disappointed in the end, my breath hitching as he lowers his head.

His eyes never leaving mine even while his tongue sneaks out to caress my outer lips, gently teasing them before allowing it to go flat against them, lifhtly applying pressure to pull them apart, the warmth of his muscle adding to how turned on I was feeling at the moment, my head tilts backwards as my hips buck lightly in an attempt to get him to lick my special bud.

“Be patient,” He commands in a dark tone, my pussy fluttering over nothing but his words, I only nodded weakly as my head tilts back up to make eye contact with him once more, his long arms have encircled themselves around my thighs, holding them open whether I liked it or not.

His tongue pokes back put to lazily push against my outer lips, pushing past my inner lips, and finally making contact with my clit, another jolt of electricity finds its way down my spine as he teases, moving his tongue up and away from my clit to prevent it from making contact with his muscle. But no words have to be shared for him to wrap his thick lips on my sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a suckle, effectively making me choke on a gasp as my hips buck upward, my hands flying toward his hair to give me something to hold on to.

“Fuckin’ hell!” I wail as my fingers tangle themselves into his beautifully braided hair, but he shows no signs of stopping as he continues his assault on my clit, my orgasm fast approaching.

“Lo’ak-“ I warned by moaning his name, but it seems he had other plans as he continues suckling my clit, letting go of one of my thighs as his fingers decide to slide back inside the warmth of my cunt, beginning to massage my walls again.

With one thigh free from his hold I attempt to close it around his head just so I could ride his face and reach my orgasm faster, but I hear a deep seated growl coming out from him, his brows furrowed as a warning, and I bring one of my hands off his hair toward my thigh to hold myself open for him.

“I’m close,” I gasp while struggling to keep my eyes open, letting them grow heavy as my mind is lost in the pleasure, a long moan being released from my lips as I focus on his tongue flicking against my clit.

“Don’t you dare come.” He stated rather quickly as his mouth is back on me, his fingers working overtime as they massage my walls, but it was proving to be difficult to follow his instruction if he continued doing this.

“Lo’ak, please!” Begging wasn’t my strong suit when I’d spent countless nights with Rekul, even when I’d grown bored and wished he’d come so I could rush home and finish the job he’d barely started, I would just increase the sounds of my moans and lie there taking every weak thrust he’d had to offer. But with Lo’ak there was no pretending, the only thing I’d have to force was to keep myself from coming, and I knew if he continued pushing that I’d finish with his hands and mouth alone.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, mama’s.” He teases before pulling his fingers out of my cunt, watching as he brings them into his mouth, watching as his pupils grow wider, the amber color in his eyes starting to disappear.

I don’t have to question what comes next as his hand travels over towards the knot that keeps his tewng on, watching as his cock bobs underneath the fabric compressing it in place, a sigh released from Lo’ak as he discards his tewng elsewhere.

I swallow thickly at the sight of his cock, his balls were heavy with the need to come quite evident from how full they looked, eyes traveling up the large length, mouth watering as I reach the head of his length. A big mushroom head colored in purple and leaking precome, I could feel my pussy flutter at the sight alone, but my eyes widened as I questioned if the head alone would even fit, if anything it would split me open! Looking at his cock as a whole I realize it has a slight curve to it, and I knew at this moment, that was the cock that would bring me pleasure for the rest of my life.

“J-just the ti-tip… right?” I stutter through my sentence as I stare at the head of his cock once more, finally glancing up to capture his eyes with mine, he only nods as he scoots himself closer toward me and lifts my hips, settling them on his own knees before he reaches a hand toward his cock.

He brings his hand toward my pussy, bringing the head of his cock to bully through my lips and settle directly below my clit, but he thrusts his hips upward slightly and makes the head of his cock knock against my clit, eliciting a moan from me.

“Maybe a little more than the tip-“ He states as his eyebrows almost kiss, he’d trying to hold his composure but I’m watching it crumble as he thrusts his hips up again, the fist he’s using to hold his cock against my pussy is keeping it open for him, his knuckles rubbing against my hole, another moan elicited from me as the head of his cock rubs against my clit.

“Fuck,” He grunts softly and I watch as he closes his eyes, his ears coming down toward his skull as he takes in a couple pf breaths to steady himself, but I could feel myself growing impatient at his movements.

He opens his eyes and slaps his dick against my clit several times, each one making me squeal at the contact, but he slides the head of his cock down into my hole, finally pushing the head in at a slow pace, my brain stopping all thoughts as I feel the stretch of his head against me.

“Oh God~” I moan at the feeling of his cock practically ripping me open, squeezing on the length in an attempt to stop him even just for a second while I caught my breath.

“Fuck mama’s, this cunt was made for me.” He rasps out as his hand reaches for my clit, one experimental swipe was all it took for me to moan out loud.

I wasn’t sure how much of his head was inside me, but the stinging sensation was starting to ebb away the more he swiped at my clit, I hadn’t noticed until he placed his hand on my hip that I’d been rocking against his length, finally hearing him moan.

My eyes never opened so fast, watching as his ears forced themselves toward his skull, his bottom lip tucked away between his teeth, his fangs poking out making him look twice as hot as normal, but his hold on my hip was gentle.

“Did he ever make you feel like this?” He asks aloud all while continuing to swipe his finger against my clit, making my hips rock against his length again, tears were starting to blur my vision as I basked in the pleasure he was providing.

“N-no, Fuck no!“ I moaned again as I felt him start to push more of his length inside me, but just as he pushed the remainder of his tip inside my cunt I heard a squelching sound come from my pussy.

“Good.” He answers horsely before taking a hold of my hips and bringing me closer toward his body, effectively taking in his entire length, my body beginning to shake at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim.

“You’re shaking,” He notes with a shaky voice of his own.

“You said just the tip-“ I gasp to try to get some air into my lungs, failing at being able to take a deep enough breath as my pussy is too full for me to focus.

“Let me be clear, mama’s, it was never going to be just the tip with you.”

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anemonelovesfiction · 4 months ago

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OMFG Can we take a second to see that THIS amazing woman has created something worth thirsting over? I just got over being dehydrated but my happy ass is right back at it because PURRRRRRR

Don’t want to spoil the iconic line Grace stated, but that bitch made me have to stop reading for a couple seconds before I could recoup and continue😭😭 that was Grace-coded, and for what? 😭😭 zayum, leave me alone!

But also…

“You’ve been avoiding me and don’t lie and say it’s because you’ve been busy, you haven’t.”

MA’AM, IMMA NEED A LOOOOONG DRINK OF SOME PURIFIED WATER FOR THESE UNPURIFIED THOUGHTS ENTERING MY MIND

Mr muscle zaddy Jake speaking to me in that tone of voice? Heheheh he making my puthy blush 😳

“Why did you think that instead of asking me?”

WELL EXCUUUUUSE ME ZADDY I GUESS I NEED TO BE TAUGHT A VALUABLE LESSON ABOUT ASKING YOU FOR THINGS… like can you eat me ou-

“It’s about time that I make up for all the lost time.”

I love how he’s doing all this talking, he’d just so hot I want to stuff him in my pants!! Hmpph!!

“I hope this is a lesson.. ask questions next time, babygirl.”

I swear I could hear the disgruntled sound of madam puthy grunting with approval because THIS was delicious

I’m flabbergasted at how you turned a simple ask into a work of art!!! You did not have to but you DID! I just want to bathe in this fic for a while, nobody bother me, I love attitude Jake 🫠🫠🫠

Big big big ask 👉🏻👈🏻 teehee….. 🤭

So like, what if reader was a scientist that worked alongside Norm and Grace that grew to have a crush on human Jake, she watches as he is ecstatic to go to every lesson he’s getting from Neytiri and reader dies a little on the inside because she believes Jake to have grown feelings for Neytiri….

She doesn’t say anything to him or anyone for that matter, but Grace or Norm (or maybe even Trudy?) can tell that something is bugging reader? (If they have a one on one is up to you? But if not thats okay too!)

Fast forward to reader wearing her mask (since she doesn’t have an avatar) to watch as Jake’s consciousness gets transferred over to his Avatar body and she see’s Neytiri planting soft kisses on his eyelids- but to Neytiri all of this is a show of how close she grew to Jake as friends, nothing more.

Reader has to go have a cry and grows distant from Jake, only for him to come by (kind of in a rush because he didn’t expect to run into her during his Olo’eyktan duties) but ditches his duties to fix her attitude with his 🍆??

‼️Feel free to completely disregard this ask if you’re not up to it, but if you do end up writing it, I thank you and appreciate your hard work! 🤩

More than meets the eye.

Pairings: Jake x FemHuman Reader

Summary: You only saw surface level, never trying to see deeper than what you could.

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of sex, mentions of p in v, creampie, uhh uhh sex?? Like.. Fhsudhsj just.. lemme know if I missed anything 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

A/n: there are probably a lot of grammatical errors and mistakes, it’s not entirely beta read.. sooo i apologize. I worked so supper hard on this because I wanted it to be just right! I really hope you al enjoy this 💕

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There had been all kinds of different people who came into the avatar program but definitely not one like him.

Jake Sully.

A crippled man who seemed to have it all figured out, well at least a little bit. Seems like most times he was really just winging it, and while some would find that stupid you thought it to be admirable. Mostly due to the fact he seemed to be doing the impossible, plus it was pretty cool that he was able to get a chance to do something this cool.

What you hadn’t expected was to start to fall for the dim-witted marine.

He was simple yet you could see just how hard working and serious he was. The more you got to know him the more you fell for him, however you weren’t the only one to notice. Grace knew and she never pestered you about your feelings, never even pushed but she did seem to hover on occasion.

You were so happy for him, Jake enjoyed being in Pandora. He loved his avatar you knew that getting to use his legs again was a god sent gift for him. Each time he spoke it was of nothing but excitement and admiration for the world and life that Pandora held, however that also meant that his teacher held such a high value for him as well.

When Jake first began his lessons you listened intently to the knowledge that he shared, his experiences, and his time. You loved the radiant look in his eyes, the way they seemed to sparkle with happiness for his new found life. “Today she taught me how to track the animals, and to tell which animal is which by scent.” Jake said and your eyebrows raised, you couldn’t imagine how badly it would make you feel seeing how much he enjoyed his time with his teacher.

Each time was the same he’d show so much enthusiasm, he changed in more ways than one. While his human body was slowly deteriorating his avatar body was prospering. The changes were evident and even you could compete with that, with the life that Neytiri could possibly give him.

The distress you felt was palpable, easy to dismiss but the remnants lingered on your features. That also meant that Grace being the ever observant woman she is noticed the turmoil you seemed to face.

“You haven’t even fucked him and you’re moping around. If you like him why not say something?” Grace sauntered over her lab coat swaying with each step she takes closer to you.

Your eyes widened at the manner of her speaking to you and you couldn’t help but flush. “Grace it’s..” you stumbled over your words, face flushed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Grace scoffed lightly as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Anyone could see how just how much you like that marine, everyone but him apparently.” Grace looked over your face intently and for a moment she was quiet. “Just speak to him. You won’t know unless you use your words. You’re smart you’ll figure it out.” With one last pat to your shoulder Grace walked away leaving you to your thoughts.

It had been a few weeks since your talk with Grace. Her words playing over in your head, her encouragement yet truth, and while you wanted to let Jake know how you felt you saw just how much he longed to be in his other body. His better body.

As his human body deteriorated you watched as his avatar body became his hold, the way he prospered in the world of Pandora. Instead of interfering you distanced yourself, putting Jake in the deepest depths of your mind. This should have been easy you couldn’t be hurt anymore or bothered by thoughts of him and Neytiri.

You were sure your suspicions were true the moment he transferred bodies for good. The kiss Neytiri bestowed upon his eyes seemed more intimate than anything, and the pain itself was deeper than you were prepared for.

The once dull aches that faded now felt like stabbing pains against your chest. Each time one faded a new one took its place, the cycle continued over and over and the distance grew greater. You were certain that you were depressed, all motivation for things you once loved gone, they no longer brought you the joy and comfort. It was easy to forget the pain but now it all seemed like a waste of time the ache never really seemed to fade anymore.

Once Jake really took part in his role as the clan chief the crippling feeling of sadness was never ending, it always seemed to linger larger the ache harder. Neytiri was by his side proudly whenever you’d visit the clan. Deep longing had now settled within your aching heart, you wanted him first, you had liked him first.. but you stayed silent on your own, never speaking your words of love.

You made sure to avoid Jake like the plague always turning and leaving or making up excuses so you both never crossed paths. You knew Neytiri wasn’t fond of humans and you wish to not get on her bad side. You always managed to get luckily in avoiding him until today.

The one time you weren’t quite aware of your surrounding you vaguely heard your named being called, your brows rose in surprise as you looked up to see Jake coming your way, his famous smirk settled nicely in his lips. Without much thought you dropped everything you had and turned to walk away. That meant you weren’t to focused in your surroundings while you tried to make your escape, you always didn’t think about the the fact that since he was taller than you he could easily catch up to your small frame.

You stiffened the moment you felt his large hands wrap around your waist, his hold firm yet gentle. He didn’t turn you around and you didn’t dare make any moves. It was silent, just the sound of your breathing and his, slow and steady.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you since after the war. Why have you been avoiding me?” You could tell by his tone that he was serious, he wanted to know, needed to know. You hesitated maybe a bit too long because without warning he picked your body up, hoisting you up over his shoulder as he began walking deeper into the forest.

You watched the way his tailed swayed idly with each steady step he took. “Jake..” you began only to be shut up by a slap to the ass, the resounding ‘CLAP’ had your yelping. “Shut up, Y/n” there it was again the firm tone you couldn’t help but sigh as you stayed quiet. Each step he took had your mind racing yet you still trusted this Navi male with your life.

After a moment he came to a stop, his free hand resting on your thigh before slowly gliding up until his hand covered your ass. “You’ve been avoiding me and don’t lie and say it’s because you’ve been busy, you haven’t.”

Jake set you down your feet sinking into the soft moss on the ground, your toes digging into the ground beneath you as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers. Feet shuffling as you worked up the courage “Well.. you’re mated with Neytiri so I thought it was better to keep my distance.. especially..” you mumbled just loud enough for Jake to hear.

Jake’s ears perked up and his eyebrows raised in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side. “Me and Neytiri aren’t mated. She’s with Tsu’tey.” You looked up at him just as he crouched down, though he wasn’t entirely at your level it was less strain on your neck. “Why did you think that instead of asking me?”

At this moment you didn’t answer instead you looked away to hide your embarrassment, the slight flush of your cheeks had Jake smiling. “It doesn’t matter, you two always looked so cozy.. umm.. besides you two seemed really..” your words were cut off by a soft gasp that left your lips just as Jake’s lips covered yours.

One of his hands moved to hold your face still as his other gently began to rub and caress your body. He deepened the kiss just a bit before trailing kisses from your lips to the side of your neck muttering a soft, “silly girl.” He continued to press kisses against your neck as his hand began to knead and rub at your thighs. “Fuck.. you smell so good.” You let out a small moan as his fingers brushed against your covered cunt. “It’s about time that I make up for all the lost time.” There was no way you’d refuse, especially now that you knew he never mated to Neytiri.

Without much else being said between the two of you, clothes went flying, being discarded left and right until you both were naked. Left exploring each other’s bodies. Gentle touches, open mouthed kisses, getting ost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Ignoring the the fact that he had duties to attend Jake focused on ravaging your body, each thrust of his member into your sopping went cunt sent his reeling. He couldn’t get enough, being able to walk was one thing but being able to take you over and over until his hearts content was another.

Once he was satisfied with the use of your body, you lay beneath him body full of and covered in his seed. Your dazed, fucked out expression had him hardening once again, his semi hard length resting against your stomach. “I hope this is a lesson.. ask questions next time, babygirl.”

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anemonelovesfiction · 4 months ago

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Lost In Thought

Jake x Metkayina Fem Reader x Neytiri

I wanted to say a big Happy Valentines day 💌 to all of my lovely followers and moots and here’s a fic for the occasion 😉

So I posted this poll and it seems that this fic had come up tied for second place, but its the only fic of the two I’ve actually had ready, so without further ado….

Warnings ⚠️: Masturbation, caught masturbating, use of Y/n (twice)

MDNI 🔞

Translation Station

Tsurak: warriors mount

Tsahik: Spiritual Leader; Shaman; Interpreter of the will of Eywa

Marui: Home (in ocean Na’Vi dialect)

Word count: 2.8k

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as all his muscles flexed as he brought his body up on the tsurak, his hips gently gliding over to settle himself on the saddle, his bicep flexes as he grabs a hold of the handle and looks back toward Tonowari awaiting further instruction. I could feel myself squeezing my thighs together to stop the burning sensation I’d felt between my legs.

I shake my head, averting my eyes from the mated man before me, knowing there was nothing I’d be able to do about it. Instead, I focus on taking a deep breath before diving into the water to pick more plants Ronal had sent me for earlier. The once blurry flowers now become clear the closer I get to them, enjoying their colorful nature and beauty, focusing on picking from the best of the bushel they came in, ensuring to leave plenty and not being greedy with my gathering.

I swam upwards before feeling a flittering of waves rushing toward me, alerting my attention over toward the image of Jake swiftly swimming under the water with the creature. His body weaves in the water and I watch as his slim tail mimics our tails movements, his body truly becoming one with the Tsurak at this moment, although his body lies flat against it, he has managed great balance with it. Just before I could drool at the sight of him, he fixes his posture and brings his muscular thighs up as he commands the tsurak to come up as well, I turn before emerging above the waters.

I pop my head above water and take in several breaths in an attempt to calm myself, I needed to stop staring as often as I did before I found myself in trouble with his mate, for someone so lithe she was threatening and I didn’t want to push that boundary.

I swim toward the shore, standing as the water reaches my hips, keeping my eyes ahead of myself, setting my sights on the healing tent where Ronal was at this very moment, deciding to count my steps on my way there. It takes about seventy-five steps until I’m face to face with the entry-way of the tent, the curtains being drawn to signify that it had been empty of any wounded, I knock on one of the posts that stick out near the entrance to make my presence known as I daringly peer my head inside the flap, the curtains hiding my body as I look in.

“Ma’Tsahik.” I called out to the busybody before me, watching as her hands work to weave intricate patterns out of a yarn known for its softness, I take a step past the curtains at the entrance to finally show myself as her eyes glide over towards me, her fingers never ceasing their movements as she continues making the garment she envisions, sending a small nod of acknowledgment before she speaks.

“I trust you found what I’ve asked you for.” She doesn’t bother questioning me, making it a statement as her eyes trail toward the basket I held in my hands, I’d been thankful that it had a lid crafted in it, had it not, I’m certain the plants would have floated away once I swam up towards the surface.

I don’t answer her verbally, opting to nod my head as I slide the basket off my arm and into my waiting hands, taking her voice as a cue to step closer toward her crafting table.

“Set it right over there,” She points with her eyes as she nods her head toward where she wanted me to set the basket, her eyes finally returning to the piece she was making, I grew a little curious and watched her for a little longer than I would be willing to admit.

“Was there anything you needed, Y/n?” This was the first true question she had asked me today, I could feel my spine straighten at that as I see her peer past her lashes at me.

“N-no,” I stated quickly before bowing my head respectfully, I knew my face was flushed with embarrassment at this moment, trying to save face with the following statement.

“Please let me know if you require anything else.” I muttered as I stare back at her for her approval, she merely nods back at me, and I can feel my cheeks redden more as I’m allowed to walk out.

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Eclipse had happened a few minutes ago, leaving us in the darkness that followed afterward, but we were all gathered by the communal cook fires after just having finished our dinners, secluded into little groups scattered across the beach as we shared stories. I currently sat in a group that included my parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews, every single one of my siblings mated making my heart ache slightly as I wondered when it would be my turn announcing the arrival of a little one. A sigh draws me to relax under the glare and warmth of the fire around us, I bring my knees up to my chest, my arms coming to wrap around my legs as I place my head on my knee’s, a weird position that often made me feel safe in a big group setting.

The voice of my elder brother starting to grow muffled as I closed my eyes in an attempt to picture myself in my cozy marui, it was smaller than most as I have yet to be mated, and the space needed for children was something I haven’t needed. I feel my ears flutter as my brother makes a loud slapping sound with his hand, laughter coming from my family as he describes yet another story of his wife having burned a fish she was attempting to make, I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle of my own as I open my eyes and capture the cobalt blue family enjoying themselves.

It was a rare sight to see as they mostly had dinners in their own marui, often secluding themselves from spending time with the rest of the clan, but what froze me in my spot were the beautiful amber eyes that made contact with mine. I felt my breath stopping as I felt I were being held in a battle with her, taking those eyes off of mine as she stares at her husband, using her elbow to tickle his ribs, using her own head to poke over where mine was as she brings her attention toward her children. I didn’t wait any longer as I lifted my head up towards my brother, wondering if there had been a chance of avoiding having to be caught looking at him and his family.

“You should have seen how badly burnt the fish was, the smell was horrendous, I’m certain its bones were melted.” She exaggerates as the laughter of the group starts up again, I offer a small giggle myself as she smiles over toward me.

“That is nothing compared to how Zanay sliced her fingers because she was too nervous working beside me after we’d finished hunting,” My older sister now takes the lead as she begins talking about her and her wife’s origin story, my heart beginning to calm down as I focus on their story instead of the cobalt blue family.

My family seemed to be full of untold stories that kept us occupied for quite some time, many of our people had left and gone to bed as the night went on, they continued sharing stories until the last of the embers of the fire were starting to dim before we decided it was best to part ways and meet back tomorrow night.

I was thankful that Ralu had decided on walking me home, even though nobody would try anything, he always liked to make sure I got home safe. He was also a very quiet person, meaning my walk home was filled with comfortable silence, but I was thankful as something else was occupying my mind at the moment.

The walkway bounced underneath my weight and I’d crossed my arms across my chest to stay warm, but the action was causing the beads of my top to rub against my softened nipples, the rolling action slowly turning me on as I pictured Jake’s veiny hand running his thumbs across them, my once soft nipples now growing hard as my cunt begins to moisten. I walk a little faster once my marui is in view so my brother does not have to smell my arousal, thankful it was only mild at this time as he would have to focus on my scent to understand what was happening.

“Well, we are home.” I stated as I walk through the opened doorway and feel my brother stop at the entrance.

“Did you want to stay the night?” I asked since it had been quite late and he had a bit of walking to do since their family lived on the opposite side of the tree my marui was in, but I was very hopeful he’d say no as there was a scratch I had to itch and I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed if he were here, but my posture remained civil, my hands had come out to join one another in front of me and my ears remained low as a sign of respect.

“I can make it home, Y/n, you worry too much about me,” He chuckles as he grabs the curtain and pulls it from the hook that kept it open, before looking back at me and dipping his head as a goodbye, the curtain closing as he begins his walk back home.

I bite my lip as my hands come up to feel the weight of my breast, the beads of my top clinking together, some of them digging into the underside of my breast, some slightly brushing against my hardened nipples. I hold back a groan before running my thumbs against them, eyes roaming over toward the side where there was a window to my marui facing the ocean.

I don’t mind keeping that window opened to the world as there wouldn’t be anyone on the walkway to peek in at this hour, the stars shone brightly in the sky and my hands were desperate to fling the top off my body in order to feel my breast closely. The top making another clinking sound as the beads clash into one another after being thrown on the floor, my mind racing as I looked down at my chest and smiled.

My nipples were standing at perfect peaks, hardened from the foreplay the beads had provided, bringing my thumb and forefinger up to pinch them I felt lightning strike in my spine, my back bowing slightly at the pleasure I’d felt from it. A wetness pools on my loincloth and a small whimper escaped my throat as I roll my nipples between both fingers, closing my eyes and imagining a particular four-fingered Na’vi doing this to me instead.

I’d taken one hand off my nipples and used it to glide down my stomach, the feather light touches causing goosebumps to cover my skin as I do so, my fingers dipping below the waist band of my loincloth and using my fingers to spread my lips apart, something I’d imagined Jake doing just to tease me.

“Please,” I whine to nobody in particular as my hips buck upwards to feel any sense of relief, my clit was close enough for me to rub raw, but I knew how this often played out, whenever I thought of him touching me in this way, I knew he’d be a tease.

I grow impatiently angry as I begin to think if this was what he’d done to his wife, would he also tease her in this way and watch as she begged to be fucked, a wind of desperation entering her as her pussy clenched around nothing as well?

I push past my lips and find my hardened clit, standing at attention just as much as my nipples had been, running my pointer finger along the edges of it as a low moan grows in the pits of my stomach, being pushed out from my lips as I begin to rub faster.

“Why don’t you rub a little faster?” I could imagine him saying something like that as he carefully tugs on his cock, the tip leaking dribbles of precome as he watches what he does to me, my tongue coming out to lick my lips as I stare impatiently at him.

“Ohh, Jake-“ I moan aloud, feeling myself clenching over nothing, wishing he was in here so he could use one of his thick four fingers to delve inside and ease my cunt instead of having me lying here and pleasuring myself, but the Jake in my head didn’t do favors like that.

My finger picks up its speed as it circles my clit, my ears flatten against my head as my thoughts continue to run wildly, the Jake in my mind tugging at his cock as he watches me shamelessly pleasuring myself. His smirk printed in my minds eye as he whispers dirty promises that I can barely catch as my slick makes lewd sounds, I could only bite my lip as I squeeze my eyes harder, enjoying how my thoughts continued on, bringing me closer toward the brink.

But as my eyes are closed, I see his wife coming in with a look of disapproval toward me, but not from having her husband watching me, I sensed a disapproval for touching myself. As someone with an active imagination, Neytiri never showed up until after Jake had come inside or on me, but for some reason, my mind deemed it necessary for her to have stepped in at this moment.

She ignores Jake as she settles herself down between my legs, effortlessly smacking my hand away while looking directly at me, I whimper as I watch her dipping her head down, using my fingers to stimulate a tongue coming out to lick my sopping cunt, a needy moan escaping as I picture everything behind closed eyes.

“Neytiri~” I whined as I buck my hips up towards my hand, the waistband of my loincloth restricting my wrist from moving in the way I wanted, internally struggling to stop my pleasures just to take the piece of clothing off and deeming it unnecessary at this point as my fingers continue their work, my mind continuing it’s magic as I focus on the mated pair that weren’t even there.

Right as I can focus on the intensity of how bright her beautiful amber eyes sparkled as she looked at me from below my waist, I could see Jake’s hand reaching down between her legs, the thought proved to be too intimate for my mind at this moment as I feel my body shaking, just now I pictured Neytiri moaning into my cunt as she ate me out and that was the catalyst that set off my orgasm. My cunt clenching around nothing as my finger continues to glide against my sensitive clit, letting out a loud moan that would have bothered my neighbors if they’d been awake, the squirts of my orgasm wetting my hand and ruining the loincloth that had yet to have been ripped off my body.

“Well, well, well,”

My body freezes at the familiar voice, my eyes opening at an instant, I would have attempted to pull my legs closer toward my body in an effort to hide myself but I was too stunned to move, before me stood the same man I’d often cast my eyes upon, standing proud with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk covering his features. Next to him was the same lithe woman that carried a murderous look, and even though she had been silent, I could see the look in her eyes all too well, she was disappointed.

“What do we have here?” I barely heard him speak as my heart hammered in my chest, I should have whipped my hand out from below my loincloth, should have told them to leave my home, made a scene and scolded them for interrupting my peace in my own home, but I couldn’t even think at this moment.

“It seems we may need to teach her she can not touch what belongs to us,” She suggests without missing a beat, I feel as though my post-orgasmic haze should have worn off by now, that they should have disappeared from in front of me, that this was just my mind playing more tricks on me, but all I dod was lay there while attempting to catch my breath.

#avatar the way of water smut #jake x y/n #jake x you #jake sully x reader #jake x reader #neytiri x reader #neytiri smut #jake x reader x neytiri #neytiri x you

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anemonelovesfiction · 4 months ago

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Laney, you're hilarious and brighten any conversation you're in, I'm privileged to be your friend.

I love you 🤎

Omg Tìrey!! You’ve got my heart melting right now!

I’m so lucky to have you as my friend as well, you’re very creative in your works and a talented writer, if anyone has the privilege of being anyones friend its definitely me being privileged to have met you!

You’re just as bright a person and you make me laugh with how tumblr is currently treating you 🤣 I’m so happy to have met you and become friends❤️❤️

Happy Valentines day babes!

#laney’s thoughts #laneysthoughts #laney’s moots

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anemonelovesfiction · 4 months ago

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Eclipse, babe, your comments are always appreciated omfg I’m fangirling so hard!!! First the neteyam piece now so’lek, I can see you have a taste for dominant men in your life 🤭

Thank you for the positive comment and I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Rainy Days

So’lek x Fem! Human Reader

It seems that this was the lead fic when I posted this poll, so as promised, here is some smut for your filthy minds, I truly hope you all enjoy this🤗

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering, cum tasting, p! In v! Penetration,

MDNI 🔞

Translation station

Kelku: Home, House (in Omatikaya culture)

Yawntu: Loved One

Tewng: Loincloth

Tanhì: Little Star

Word count: 2.4 K

Raindrops fell on the outside of the kelku I resided in, bouncing off the roof harsh enough to create some sort of white noise that lulled the village to an early sleep, I too should be sleeping, but that would be hard considering the position I had been in. Legs spread wide open, sopping pussy exposed, all for the man with those memorable amber eyes.

Fingers barely ghost over my clit in an attempt to coax me closer to an orgasm, a loud gasp rippling past my throat, bouncing off the kelku walls just as the tips of two of his fingers threatened to enter my cunt. Those fingers being ripped away from me and being shoved into my mouth to keep me quiet, his eyes speaking the words I already knew were to come, my own reflecting an apology before hearing him speak.

“I thought I told you to keep quiet,” He teases as his fingers glide against my tongue, the taste of my pussy lingering as a moan threatens to break out but I stop myself as I realize the situation I’m in.

His fingers are slow to retreat from my mouth as he trails the slick and saliva covered digits down my chin, gliding further to grasp lightly on my neck, giving an experimental squeeze, his eyes having trailed down with his hand now turning back up to look at me, wondering if I was going to answer him.

“M’sorry,” I muttered the apology he was expecting to hear, but deep down I know I didn’t mean it, how can he expect me to stay quiet when bringing me to the brink of an orgasm to only rip his hand away at the last possible second, I was starting to grow frustrated with him.

“If you were sorry, yawntu,” He lifts one of my legs up, twisting my body at the waist before he brings his palm to strike my ass, the sound resonating louder than my gasp within the walls of his kelku, the sting bringing a new set of juices to coat my pussy.

“You would mean it,” He coo’s as his large palm rubs small circles on my ass to soothe the burn.

He gently lays my leg back down and shoves his fingers into my cunt once more, thumb coming up to gently massage my clit and I had to bite my lip as a quiet grunt leaves them, his teasing was only bringing me closer to another orgasm I was sure he wasn’t going to give me.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” The smirk in his voice is evident, but I couldn’t bother to focus my crossed eyes as he graciously rubs against that spot that makes my legs feel like jelly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re a needy thing,” He seems to reprimand me as he slowly slides his fingers out, my eyes focus on him and watch as he slides his two fingers into his own mouth. His groan is like a reward as his eyes close, I can see his cock bounce in his tewng at my taste and I feel a sense of pride washing over me.

I wanted to open my mouth and beg for my orgasm, but I knew the second I did, I’d be punished, so I laid there quietly waiting for him to make the next move, growing uncomfortable in the silence and wishing I’d come on his cock.

“Please,” I whimper as my lower lip trembles, my legs coming to a close as I feel the tears prickle my eyes, I’d been edged longer than I’d like and was starting to feel a crazed desperation for his cock.

“You sound so desperate,” He smiles as my vision blurs and a sob threatens to rush past my lips, his hand coming down to spread my legs, firm grip on my thighs as he opens them up.

One of the hands that held my thighs disappears as it dips below his tewng, grabbing a fist full of his cock as he pulls it out, tewng bunching up underneath his balls, my cunt squeezing over nothing as I continue to stare at it. A bead of precome begging to drop from the tip as he glides his hand up toward the head of his shaft, the small bead dribbling down, my eyes looking up to find his smirk once more, I could only stare as I swallowed thickly.

“Is this what you want?” He teases as he showcases his pride and joy, my eyes dipping down toward his hand to see he’d brought his hand down his shaft and was starting to bring it back up, I nod to answer his question but knew he was expecting a verbal answer.

“Yes,” I muttered and look back up at his eyes and licking my lips subconsciously.

“Please-“ I beg quietly and I watch as he leans over my body, one hand coming close to my face as he uses it for leverage, his face leaning down dangerously close to mine, a hum leaving his lips as he leans down to finally capture mine in his.

My eyes closing automatically as soon as his lips close over mine, my hands coming up to wrap around his neck, one of my legs lifting to wrap around his waist. I gasp as soon as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, the stretch feeling too good to be true, his tongue invading my mouth as soon as I’d opened it.

His tongue explores every inch of my mouth as I’d given up control to him, feeling him sliding the muscle over my own tongue, caressing it gently, a moan builds up in my throat and thats when I felt his head disappear into my folds, the thickest part of his cock was now enveloped between my walls and it was driving me crazy.

“So’lek-“ I whined as I break our kiss, the feeling of his bulbous head bullying its way past my walls and filling me up, it felt as though he’d sped up just a hair and the feeling of being stretched was starting to feel pleasurable, I couldn’t even drive my hips to move down on his length as he held my waist.

“You feel so good tahnì,” He replies as he sucks in a breath of air, feeling him bottoming out, my legs stretching to accommodate his hips, my eyes shut tightly and my lip caught between my teeth as I attempt to breathe.

“Thats it, easy,” So’lek grunts as he brings the hand that was holding my waist up to grab my cheeks rather harshly, his thumb easing into my bottom lip to bring it out from its comfortable spot between my teeth, a moan slipping out as my thighs begin to shake as he thrusts his hips in, feeling his pelvis hitting my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp loudly as I see his canines make an appearance, the smile wide on his face, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body toward mine, my thighs still shaking from the pleasure.

He brings his hips back, slowly withdrawing his cock from the depths of my cunt and taking my breath along with it, a whine coming from my throat as I bring my legs closer to my body, So’lek must have thought I was closing him off from my body as he settles himself on his knees and grasps my legs in each hand, bringing them up toward his chest, thrusting deeper than he had been.

“W-wait-“ I protest, feeling as the grip tightens on my legs and his thrust gets deeper, my breath effectively being ripped away from me as he moves to pound in and out of my pussy, the small noises coming from me ranging between little gasps and loud moans, my hands coming to cover my mouth in order to suppress the sounds coming from me.

“Look at how well you take my cock, tahnì, stretching to only accommodate me, your pussy bears the mark of my cock.” He speaks in such an even tone its hard to believe he’s thrusting himself deep inside me.

“Ah!” I let out a small yell as my hips find their own rhythm, matching pace with So’lek and almost losing control of myself, feeling as he settles my legs onto his chest, watching as he leans down and essentially folds me in half.

My legs slide out where they can, finding solace in the space between his arms and thighs, sticking straight up, my body being bent by the force of his and my mind starting to go numb, thoughts no longer starting to make sense as he places me into the mating press, a position he often loves to place me in.

“And your body does nothing but bend to my will, agreeing with mine, how I crave being this close to you at all times.” So’lek murmurs as his lips neared my ear, tongue sticking out to lick the shell of it, a warmth filling my body as he does.

He slowly slides his hips away from mine before shoving himself back at full speed, tip of his cock kissing my cervix and a wicked smile replacing his once kind features.

This was the animal So’lek was, this is the beast I’d supposedly tamed with my pussy, even when he seems to lose himself over sliding into my warmth while folding my body as if it were origami, I somehow managed tame him.

“Faster-“ I mutter past the gasps I did in an attempt to catch my breath, knowing I wasn’t going to be able, not as long as I laid between him and the floor of our kelku.

“Oh my,” He speaks as he speeds the movement of his hips against me, my eyes rolling back as his pelvis kisses my clit deliciously, he chooses this moment to grind his hips in a circle, eliciting yet another moan from me, capturing my clit and rubbing it with his pubic bone.

“Take it.” He growls deeply, almost as if he were commanding it, the embers of my arousal growing as the flames stretch over my entire body, my orgasm within reach.

I couldn’t connect to him in any way, being a human took a lot away from our experiences together, but just like I’d learned how to read his face I’d learned to read his body language and at this moment I could tell that he too was close.

“Yours,” I manage to open my eyes, reaching one hand to cup his cheek as affectionately as I could given the circumstance I was in, my hand shaking along with his thrusts across his cheek, but that word I’d mentioned had captured his attention as his eyes focus in on mine.

“Mine.” He growls as one of his hands glides up my arm and toward my own hand, holding it close to his cheek as he continues to thrust into me, pressing my hand closer to his body as he turns his head and closes his eyes, taking in a big whiff of my wrist and letting out a purr, his chest rumbling in a content manner, I must smell like him.

He often takes his time scenting my body, taking extra care to make sure I smell like him, especially in the areas that matter most. His other hand is pressed down onto the ground and beside my head as he uses it to steady himself, I find his eyes back on me as he lets put a low growl, yet this one was different from the others.

“All yours,” I repeat and wrap my legs around his waist as best I could, his grip on my wrist tightens but not enough to hurt me, and as someone who is poised and composed in every given situation, his thrusts started growing sloppy.

“All mine.” He confirms before he lets go of my hand, connecting it back to my throat and giving a gentle squeeze, his hips stilling as he buries himself all the way inside, his pubic bone on my clit once more, rubbing slow circles to stimulate the small bud.

“I’m coming!” I yell right as the base of his cock flares, his come shooting inside of me and painting my walls with his bioluminescent seed, his knot tying us together as I ride out my orgasm, my whole body shivering as he squeezes the sides of my neck to add to the pleasure.

My breath comes out in rugged pants as he settles himself on his knees, and I can finally feel a decent sized breath entering my lungs as I take in a big gulp of air, his knot holding us together by our privates and my cheeks heating up as I look back up toward him, biting my lip shyly.

“Does it hurt?” He asks tenderly.

I only shake my head as I hold myself up by my elbows to get a better look at him. He smiles gingerly before knock at the bottom support beam of his kelku is heard. His face instantly hardening as he sighs, a familiar voice beginning to ramble, unbeknownst of everything that had happened.

“Ugh, Priya,” He drags out the ending of her name as he hisses lightly. The rain was still falling, but it wasn’t as loud as before, I’m wondering if Priya had heard any of our love making, but I didn’t want to ask.

“-but we can get there on foot to save up on our resources to our sampson.” She finishes her sentence as I hold in a giggle, his knot surprisingly deflating quickly, I try to shimmy my hips away from him but felt his strong hand stopping me from doing so as he grabs a clean washcloth, dipping it into the water jug he had, sliding out and gently using the wet washcloth to clean me up.

“We can use this weather to our advantage, sneaking up on their base, there is no need to use the sampson.” He agrees with what she’s saying and hands me my bottoms, I grab them and slide them on myself, looking back to see he was cleaning himself before tucking himself back inside his slit and dragging his tewng back over to cover himself.

“Hey Priya,” I stated as I leaned my head over the opening of the kelku, waving at her with a friendly smile on my face.

��Oh hey! I didn’t even know you were up there,” Priya answers with a wave and smile of her own.

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anemonelovesfiction · 5 months ago

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Rainy Days

So’lek x Fem! Human Reader

It seems that this was the lead fic when I posted this poll, so as promised, here is some smut for your filthy minds, I truly hope you all enjoy this🤗

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering, cum tasting, p! In v! Penetration,

MDNI 🔞

Translation station

Kelku: Home, House (in Omatikaya culture)

Yawntu: Loved One

Tewng: Loincloth

Tanhì: Little Star

Word count: 2.4 K

“You would mean it,” He coo’s as his large palm rubs small circles on my ass to soothe the burn.

“You sound so desperate,” He smiles as my vision blurs and a sob threatens to rush past my lips, his hand coming down to spread my legs, firm grip on my thighs as he opens them up.

“Yes,” I muttered and look back up at his eyes and licking my lips subconsciously.

He slowly slides his hips away from mine before shoving himself back at full speed, tip of his cock kissing my cervix and a wicked smile replacing his once kind features.

“Faster-“ I mutter past the gasps I did in an attempt to catch my breath, knowing I wasn’t going to be able, not as long as I laid between him and the floor of our kelku.

“Take it.” He growls deeply, almost as if he were commanding it, the embers of my arousal growing as the flames stretch over my entire body, my orgasm within reach.

“Does it hurt?” He asks tenderly.

“Hey Priya,” I stated as I leaned my head over the opening of the kelku, waving at her with a friendly smile on my face.

“Oh hey! I didn’t even know you were up there,” Priya answers with a wave and smile of her own.

#avatar #avatar smut #afab reader #avatar the way of water smut #so’lek smut #so’lek #solek smut #solek x reader #solek frontiers of pandora

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anemonelovesfiction · 5 months ago

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Lol so I know it’s been a while but I’ve got four smexy fics lined up and wanted to know which ones you guys wanted to read first… I’ll eventually post them all 🤗

I’m not including a spot for me to see the votes because some of y’all are traitors… voting for that one instead of actually choosing, shame on y’all (it’s me, I’m y’all) 👀

#avatar #avatar smut #afab reader #avatar the way of water smut #avatar the way of water

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anemonelovesfiction · 5 months ago

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PLEASE 🤣🤣

Tsu'tey: DRINK MY DICK-

Jake quietly: no no,

Tsu'tey suddenly calm: huh?

Jake whispers in his ear. Tsu'tey listens before nodding knowingly.

Tsu'tey: SUCK MY DICK!

Jake: SUCK HIS DICK!

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months ago

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This is my mans (he plays the game for me because I prefer watching people play instead of being the one playing) and I encourage him to do it 🤣

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months ago

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*screams from far away as I run toward y’all with this in hand*

READ. THIS. SHIT. NOW.

Jdksjsnsjskskdndnndndisoskend TALIE THIS WAS AMAZING 🤩 ugh 😩 I wish I was this talented, the description of quite literally everything made this story that much better 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

The Rumor Mill (Part Two)

Pairing: Spider x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Spider, Oral (female receiving), Blindfolding, Handjob, Finger Sucking, Queue/Kuru Play, P in V, Voice Kink (kinda), Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Slight Food Play, Creampie, Reader has anxiety and is going through it, Her entire body is made of stress I s2g

Word Count: 12.4K

A/N: Happy New Year! Starting the year off with some Spider! I threw a semicolon in here somewhere just to spice things up a bit ;)

Summary: You thought your little crush on Spider would get easier after he ate you out within an inch of your life. Instead, it gets worse. And now you can't even look at him without picturing him looking up at you from between your thighs.

<<< Part One

Translations:

Tewng - Loincloth

Skxawng - Idiot, moron

Teylu - Beetle larvae

Tawtute - Human

Vrrtep - Demon

Mawey - Calm

Yawne - Beloved

You thought that getting eaten out and having an orgasm so intense you thought you might explode from pleasure would make you more comfortable around the person that did it. It’s intimate - getting up close like that and sharing something so personal with someone else. It should erase the nerves, right? Make you more at ease and relaxed around the person who’s seen you at your most vulnerable.

Spider made you fall apart on his tongue in just a few minutes. It was amazing. Heartstopping. A down right hazard to your ability to breathe.

But instead of crawling off that bed in your satisfied and pleasured haze and waving at him in thanks, maybe even scheduling another meeting so you could relive the life-changing experience - you just laid there, legs still twitching as you panted into your mask for air that you felt like wasn’t ever enough to please your lungs.

“So what do you think? Are the rumors true?”

Your cunt couldn’t stop spasming, the aftershocks of your orgasm seeming to extend on forever, and you know that humans don’t have anything special that should make you feel this way. No natural aphrodisiacs that the Na’vi do. But you think that Spider has to have something that he’s hiding, some kind of trick or superpower or something because you never knew that you could orgasm like that. So fulfilling and explosive and, oh Eywa, you squirted on his face!

He asked you that question, face as smug as smug could get. And even though you never got the words out for yourself, you know he knew your answer. His eyes never left your face.

But your eyes left his, dragging down his body, observant and catching where the blue painted stripes on his body had just barely smudged across his tanned skin from where his chest and belly had rubbed against the sheets during his time between your legs. They hesitate for just a moment over the healed skin of his bullet scar, covered partially with one purposeful stripe. Your eyes traveled down to the bulge in his tewng and your scattered brain latches on to the thought of him reaching inside it. Your pussy flutters, clit throbbing in need again as the image of him stroking himself beneath the cloth of his tewng invades your mind. Would he keep it hidden from you? Another form of teasing as he looks down at you with those sinful eyes as he pumps at his length that may or may not have blue stripes on it to match the rest of his body. Or would he pull it out and let you watch? Let you see as he chases the pleasure both you and him know he deserves after the gift he just graced you with. Would those possibly existing stripes smear along his cock the same way the ones on his chest and stomach did?

You whimper at the thought and the involuntary sound snaps you back to reality. Spider’s still there in front of you, sat back on his heels and the remnants of your arousal still glistening in the florescent light of the room on his face where he missed wiping it off. The bulge still ever present under his tewng.

Spider’s teasing stare twists into concern. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“I have to go,” You say suddenly, scrambling off the bed.

Your legs feel like jelly and you worry you’re about to collapse at any moment, but then you turn around and grab your forgotten tewng from the sheets and your eyes catch on Spider’s concerned brown ones again and fuck! You can’t look at him! You can’t look at him anymore. How are you expected to ever look at him again when all you’re going to be able to see when you do is how ravenous he looked between your thighs or what you think he might look like with a hand on his cock.

“Wait,” He says, moving to get up too. “What’s wr–”

He’s a sweetheart. A true, kind, pussy eating god of a sweetheart, and you’re a fucking coward because what are you even doing right now?

Running. Grabbing your tewng and running.

That’s what you’re doing right now.

The walk of shame through the woods and back to the village feels like it takes forever. Nightfall caresses the entire forest in a thick blanket of darkness, lit up only by the bioluminescent plants and networks of living moss on the ground. You watch the beauty around you as you trek your way back and try to ignore the way your pussy still twitches occasionally in its overstimulated and overworked state.

You take a deep breath and urge yourself to calm down.

It was just a thing. A thing. Get yourself together. He didn’t even fuck you. And even if he did, it still wouldn’t be a big deal. Sex is normal between the Na’vi - an expression and physical release. It’s not a taboo like it can be for the human’s and you have no reason to feel anything other than pure satisfaction of a job well done. This should be a walk of pride. A walk of contentment.

So why do you feel so flustered?

The image of him sitting back on his heels, the thick bulge trying to poke up and begging for attention under the thin piece of cloth around his hips pops into your mind again. That was for you. He was hard because of you. You could have helped him. Returned the favor with your own mouth. You could be learning how he tastes right now, how the weight of his cock feels against your tongue.

But you didn’t. You left him there. Alone and confused and hard.

You curse softly, voice barely audible in the expanse of the forest. Eywa, y/n, you are so stupid.

Renu is never going to let you live this down.

Renu doesn’t let you live it down.

She bombards you the second you’re back in your hut. You knew it was going to happen - Renu is nothing if not driven. But you still hoped you would have some time before she cornered you, crafty grin on her face and the demand to “spill all the details! C’mon, nothing left out!” on her tongue.

It’s almost as hard to look at her as it is to look at Spider.

“You skxawng!” She bellows, disbelief coloring her tone and you think you’ve never seen her eyes this wide before. “You just left him? He gave you the best head of your life and you just left him?”

“Ran,” You corrected, weakly.

“Oh, that’s right. You ran. You ran from the man you’ve been ogling over since he came back to the clan. And then, not only that, but you ran before you got that dick? Are you crazy?”

“You never said anything about getting dick,”

“I am so mad at you right now,” Renu says. She crosses her arms across her chest and frowns at the corner of your hut. She lasts about eight seconds before she peeks back at you again. “So what did his tongue feel like?”

You whine and bury your face into your hands.

Maybe you’re being a little dramatic.

Five days after your rendezvous with Spider shows just how much courage you don't have. He’s in the village all the time, spending time with the Sullys or helping train the younger warriors alongside Neteyam - and if you thought you saw him everywhere before, it's even worse now that you’re trying to not see him.

You know he’s trying to seek you out. He’s tried to corner you on several occasions, especially in the first two days after you ran from the outpost, but you dodged his attempts to talk to you every time. You’d like to say your successful attempts at evading him have to do with your prowess as a Na’vi - the art of quick footing, careful movements, and pure athleticism despite not being an active Hunter or Warrior working in your favor - but you know you’d only be lying to yourself. Spider is even more athletic than you are and you think he could cut you off no matter where you try to go, force you to talk to him if he really wanted to.

He’s letting you get away - his own kind soul seeing your distress and even though you know he wants to get to the bottom of why you’re acting the way you’re acting, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Well, you know what they say,” Renu said when you hide in her hut after one such escape. “Big heart, big di–”

“Shut up!”

She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand why you clam up whenever he’s nearby, face catching fire whenever the sound of his name pops up in conversation or is called from across the training grounds as you're walking by. She doesn’t understand why you turn into a flustered disaster at the mere sight of him and fuck - if Renu thought you were bad before your little experience with Spider, she makes sure to tell you how embarrassing you are now.

And it is embarrassing.

You are significantly taller than he is and naturally stronger. You should not be cowering and hiding like you are, especially just from a little sexual tryst. Yet, the last words you said to him were a garbled slew of unintelligent syllables as you scrambled for your tewng, desperate to be out of the room that contained his scent like a relentless source meant to keep you dizzy and cloud your senses. And you can’t look at him, neverending images reeling in your mind with each glance, but you can’t stop looking at him either, eyes flicking across the village or hiding behind your fellow People to catch a glimpse of the man who is causing you such torment.

Sometimes you wonder if humans really do have better senses than the Na’vi give them credit for. But then again, maybe it’s just Spider who is special. Either way, you don’t like it, because Spider seems to know when he’s being watched and a lot of times when you try to steal those self imposed taboo glances, you find him already staring back at you.

And then you really can’t look at him, eyes unable to meet his piercing stare for longer than half a second before snapping your head away and sprinting back to your hut in shame.

It takes Renu losing what little patience she had left with you to convince you to put an end to the madness. Five days seems to be your maximum for stalling the inevitable and you find yourself walking back towards the human outpost after you’ve completed your tasks for the day, escorted by none other than your traitorous best friend.

You drag your feet a little slower when the building comes into view.

Renu keeps a close and watchful eye on you all the way up until you close the airlock door behind you, and even then you know she’s going to stay out there for a little bit longer just to make sure you don’t chicken out and run for the hills instead of facing your fears head on.

“Just do it,” she had told you. “Face your fears and just talk to him. Warriors have no fear.”

“I'm a Gatherer,” You reminded her. But she waved off your fact like it's a pesky insect.

“None of that! You can do it. Plus, maybe he’ll even lay you down and lick your pussy again for being such a brave girl,”

Thankfully, no one is really in the lab when you walk in. There’s a female scientist looking at some data on one of the holographic screens, but you’re not sure of her name and she really doesn’t pay you much attention anyway. She glances up as you push the thick airlock door shut behind you and offers you a polite nod when you wave at her in greeting, but that’s as far as the interaction goes.

You grab a Co2 mask from the side shelf and slowly creep through the lab and into the residential area. Everything inside you is telling you to turn around, nerves shaking through your entire body and come on, get it together, Y/n, you’re better than this.

No you’re not. This is why you’ve never had a partner before this. You’re practically more anxiety than Na’vi at this point and fuck - would Renu still be outside to catch you if you turn around a try to bail now?

(Yes, she would be.)

Spider’s bedroom is the third room on the left and you carefully open the door, peeking inside briefly even though you can already tell that he isn’t inside, and duck under the doorframe. You close the door behind you, twisting the knob with you as you press it shut so the lock doesn’t make the loud clicking sound it always makes when the latch catches. It’s stupid, but a part of you feels like the quieter you are, the less likely you are to somehow magically alert Spider to your presence in his room before he’s already in the process of coming in himself. It’s not like he’s got the heightened senses of a Na’vi to rely on. You could leave right now and he wouldn’t even be able to tell that you were here with his unevolved human nose. You, on the other hand… with how on edge you are right now, you know the purposeful sound of the lock latching back in place would sound like a gunshot to your ears. Better to just do it gently.

You step across the room, overtaking the space in only a few steps, and sit on the very edge of his bed. You’re more crouching over it than actually sitting on it, but your ass still presses against the soft sheets of his unmade bed and the feel of it brings back the memories of that night.

The sensation of the sheets against your skin and how they moved with you, caressed your heated flesh while you writhed across them, trying to survive the overwhelming experience their owner’s mouth was putting you through. The room smells just like him - a strange combination of musk and dirt and all things that you would associate with the Na’vi, but with the distinct foreign smell of human to go with it.

Stop! Your hands fist the fabric of your tewng. Stop breathing. If you keep up your current line of thinking, then you're definitely going to book it out of here before you get a chance to come clean to the tawtute haunting your dreams. Renu wouldn’t have any hopes of catching you with how fast you’ll run.

But you don’t want to run anymore. The constant hiding and worrying and embarrassment is exhausting and you want things to go back to the way it was before the vrrtep born of the people from another star made your brain explode with a simple flick of his tongue.

So instead you try to distract yourself. Spider’s room is as bare as you think it could be. You didn’t get a proper look at it the first time you were in here as distracted as you were with the absolute everything about him, but taking it in now - you can tell just how much of him is in here based on how little there actually is.

Spider is as much of a Na’vi as he can be and you know that if he could live outside permanently, becoming one with nature and the animals and sleeping in a hut in the village that he built himself without need of an oxygen mask or worry that one day it might malfunction or break in his sleep, he would. So his room expresses that. The furniture is kept to a minimum - just a bed, a side table, and dresser - but you would bet anything you have that there’s nothing actually stored in the dresser itself. But there’s some scraps of cloth on top of it, clearly being stitched together as in progress clothing. You’ve seen Spider in interestingly printed tewngs from time to time, when his favorite ones have too much wear and tear and need to be repaired. The most eye-catching was a black dyed fabric with a red face and white eyes printed on the front. You’re not sure what it was - a person no doubt, but it didn’t look human despite the face being human shaped.

You remember the last time he wore it you stared at it for so long trying to figure out what it was you were looking at that you didn’t realize how intensely you were staring at his crotch. When Renu nudged you and dragged you out of your way too focused contemplation, Spider was already looking back at you, smirk pulling at his lips as he stared you down from across the fire. Your eyes never left your food for the entire rest of last meal.

There’s a bowl of fruit on the side table, a combination of yovo fruit and spartan fruit that fills the entire bowl until it looks like it might overflow. You have something similar in your own hut for late night snacks.

You try to focus on the smell of the fruit instead, trying to sniff the sweetness and tang through the overwhelming scent of Spider. But your nose twitches, unconsciously trying to capture more of the alluring scent you were trying to distract yourself from and the ache that builds between your thighs in response feels almost damning.

The scent distracts you enough to let him sneak up on you. You should have heard him coming. You should have been able to hear him walking down the hall. He’s lived with the Na’vi his entire life, lived among them and has been a part of them as much as he possibly could be, so his footsteps are lighter and more purposeful than a regular human’s. But you should have still been able to hear him coming or smelled that his scent was getting stronger than it already was in the residuals of his room.

But you didn’t and now he’s here. And you are too. In his room. With him. Alone. Again.

The door opens and you see a flash of tanned skin and the swing of a blonde dreadlock and you feel like the teylu from your lunch is going to make a reappearance all over Spider’s floor. What are you doing here, you ask yourself in a panic, any bravery you had just a few minutes ago has officially run out. He hasn’t seen you yet, hasn’t realized that you're here. Maybe you can jump out the window really quick. It doesn’t actually open since the carbon dioxide rich air would make breathing for the human’s impossible, but you could probably break it open and just telepathically apologize to Spider and the rest of the people at the outpost for the broken glass. Spider could make it back to the front of the lab and grab an oxygen mask before he passes out from lack of breathable air, right?

You could do it. It’s not too late.

It’s not—

“Y/n,” Spider says, surprise coloring his tone. “What are you doing here?”

Your eyes automatically dart up to meet his startled one, but you’re only able to keep his gaze for a second before you physically can’t anymore - images of flushed skin and swollen lips and dark sultry eyes looking up at you from beneath thick lashes flash before your eyes on repeat at just the sight of them now.

“I– um,” You start and your voice comes out way too raspy to be normal. Embarrassed, you clear your throat. “I came to… um…”

The breath gets caught in your throat when Spider crosses the room quickly, crouching slightly in front of you and reaching out to carefully grab your chin in his hand and twist your face towards his.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

Yeah, feels like it too.

You feel like your heart is going to pound right out of your chest, and even though he’s clearly trying to get you to meet his gaze, his head even ducking down further to try to catch your downcast eyes, you avert them at all costs. Suddenly, his ceiling seems much more interesting.

The hand not holding your chin moves to lay over your own hands that are twisting nervously in your lap.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you,” He says. “You ran out of here so fast that day and I wanted to make sure you were okay. You’ve been really uh… busy lately though.”

The lump in your throat prevents the “yeah” from vocalizing past the movement of your mouth, so you forcefully clear your throat - the sound much louder than you would ever hope it would be.

“Yeah,” You try again, and this time it comes out normally. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just– just busy.”

You can feel Spider’s eyes on you, intense and unrelenting despite their naturally warm color, and you feel like his stare is burning a hole in the side of your face. Out of the corner of your eye you see him look towards the still open bedroom door, one of his dreads slipping over his shoulder, before he sighs. The sound pierces your ears and then those eyes are back on you.

“You can–uh,” He starts. One of his hands stays on top of yours in your lap while the other moves to squeeze encouragingly at your thigh. Goosebumps burst out on your skin at his warm touch. “You can tell me if I was bad. Or if you didn’t like it. Some people are probably just gonna prefer the Na’vi tongue to a human’s. More texture, you know?”

“No!” You blurt, and your eyes automatically meet his for a fraction of a second before they dart away again - images of those eyes glaring up at you with such heat from between your thighs erasing every other thought you’ve ever had.

“No?” Spider repeats. “Cause if it is you can tell me. I won’t be mad.”

Fuck, you think as you find the ceiling again. You might have even said it outloud, you’re not even sure anymore. How could he ever think that he could be bad? He has to know he’s not, he has to know. How could he not? With all his happy visitors and glowing reviews and the way he can speak the Na’vi language as perfectly as he can when other humans struggle and still trip over some words despite being fluent - you knew the rumors were true. With a tongue that talented, it was only a wonder what he could do with it in the bedroom.

And the way he made you cum? Eywa, he would have to be blind and have his brain taken out to think that he wasn’t good.

“No,” You repeat, voice soft. “No, it’s… not that.”

“Then what?” He asks, a hint of frustration seeping out in his tone. “Y/n, you can talk to me. What’s up?”

You’re silent for a long while because what are you even supposed to say? What’s up is that you ate me out so good and now just the sight of your face makes me feel like I can cum again without you even touching me? Yeah, that’s going to go over well.

“You can’t even look at me,” He says, and you know if you could bear to peek at him right now that the hair on his brows would be furrowed. “Did I do something to upset you? Something after?”

“No! Eywa, I just–” Your words cut off again, frustration bubbling in your voice just as much as it is in his. “I can’t— I can’t look at you,”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Spider grumbles, and you immediately feel even more embarrassed for making him upset. “Tell me why.”

It’s not a question this time. It’s a demand.

You hesitate for too long, and suddenly Spider stands from his crouching position, his hand gripping your chin again - but this time it's more firm and forceful, determined to get you to look at him. It works. Golden eyes meet smoldering brown and you find yourself at a loss of breath, air catching in your lungs just like that night five days ago.

He’s almost eye level with you as he stands at his full height, the fact that you’re still sitting on the bed makes you lower than normal. You’re still taller than him like this. Just by a few inches. But the controlling way he holds your chin, piercing eyes locking onto yours and keeping them hostage in their depths, makes you feel like he’s towering over you.

“You’re here,” He continues. “You obviously came here to talk. So talk. Talk to me.”

You can’t look away anymore. He’s so close, body completely filling your vision with how close he is to you and your breath leaves your body completely as he pins you with his stare.

“Tell me why,”

You can’t stand it - images of those devious eyes, dark and sinful but somehow also so sacred, keep popping up and tainting your mind. You close your eyes against his gaze.

“Y/n—” He sighs, but you’re finally able to find your voice.

He’s right. You came here to be honest with him and get it all out on the table.

“I can’t look at you,” You whisper. “Because when I do, all I see is you… between my legs.”

Spider’s hand loosens its hold on your chin and you wonder if you opened your eyes right now if you would see shock painted on his face. You don’t and force yourself to keep talking just to fill the silence.

“I s-see you looking up at m-me,” You stutter and surely you must be more anxiety than body. “W-with your tongue i-inside me. Felt so good, and it makes me n-nervous to be around you.”

“And why are you nervous?” He asks, and the smile you hear in his voice makes you open your eyes despite yourself.

He’s so beautiful. Plump lips spread out into a cocky grin that makes your insides clench.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” He continues, and he’s so close now that you can see the small flecks of lighter brown against the darker contrast of the rest of his iris. You close your eyes again, face heating up at his laughter. “It’s just me. C’mon, open your eyes for me.”

You shake your head and keep your eyes firmly shut. “I can’t,”

“Okay,” Spider says. He lets go of your chin and steps away from you.

You chance a glance at him and sure enough his back is turned as he walks back across the room. He nudges the door shut, the latch clicking in place and echoing through the room as he detours to his dresser. He picks up one of the spare fabrics in the pile, a deep purple scrap with what looks like gold accents that you’re immediately sure he sewed in himself and clicks his tongue at you when he catches your gaze.

“No peeking,” He chides as you squeeze your eyes shut again. His footsteps move closer again and you feel your breathing stop when you feel the soft fabric drape over your closed lids. “You say you can’t look at me. So don’t.”

He knots the ends of the cloth behind your head and then suddenly, you couldn’t see anything but darkness even if you wanted to.

“You don’t have to look at me,” He says, voice so low it's almost a whisper. “Just experience me.”

The squeak you let out at his words should be forgiven given the circumstance.

Oh Great Mother, have mercy.

The blindfold heightens your senses in a way that just closing your eyes doesn’t. Your ears perk up to catch every sound, soaking in the barely noticeable shift in his breathing as it hints towards excitement. Or maybe it could be panic - but the confident tap of his feet against the tiled floor as he walks around you tells you it’s not panic.

His footsteps are so much lighter than a human’s, skilled in stealth and practiced movements that might even let him sneak up on a fellow Na’vi if they’re distracted. But in the dead silence of the room, your heightened senses pick up on them easily. Your tail curls around your body as you subconsciously try to make yourself smaller, and you hold it in your hands on your lap for comfort.

The bed dips as he kneels behind you and even though you know he’s there, can both hear and feel him clearly, you’re still caught off guard when he drops his mouth to your ear.

“You know I missed you a lot,” His lips brush against the curve. Your ear twitches at the touch and flattens against your head. He follows it anyway, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin as his hands curl around your upper arms to keep you still. “Tried to talk to you but you ran from me.”

His voice sounds like silk in your ear, smooth and low and beautiful, and you wring your tail nervously in your lap as he nips at the pierced curve of your ear.

“You ran from me, Y/n,” He says again, and you gasp when he tugs your tail from your wringing hands, jerking it once just so it pulls at where it’s connected to your body. “Like a bad girl.”

The small bolt pain that shoots through you at the tug makes your pussy flutter and you sink your hands in your tewng again just to hold onto something.

“I’m s-sorry,” You croak.

Your mouth drops open as he strokes your tail, goosebumps exploding on your skin as his hand trails from close to the base of it all the way up to the tapered, hair tufted tip. His mouth presses against the side of your neck, humming against the skin as he wraps and twists your tail around his hand. The feel of his calloused palm and strong fingers sliding over the delicate length of your tail making your entire body feel like a live wire.

“But you’re so pretty,” He tells you. “And goofy. So perfect the last time I had you laid out here. I guess I’m just gonna have to forgive you.”

Another rough tug on your tail just to make you jump and then he’s moving away again, the bed lifting slightly without his added weight, and you're left with your ears straining in anticipation to hear where he’s going to move to next.

He doesn’t talk for a moment, just walks around to the front of the bed again before his footsteps veer off to your left. The silence nearly kills you. He needs to talk - you need him to talk to you. It’s only been a few seconds but in those seconds it feels like you’ve lived an eternity without his voice. You need him talking to you. Need his voice to keep you grounded because when he’s not talking, you think you might jump out of your own skin.

“I was so sad,” He says. “When I thought you were upset with me because of something I did.” There’s the sound of something hefty yet pliable shift and settle as Spider moves something near the side table. “I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat.”

He’s back in front of you now and your hands pull at your tewng so tightly you think it might rip when he knocks your knees apart so he can stand between them.

“I was so hungry,” He breathes. “You make me so hungry, Y/n.”

You can’t help but whimper, tail swishing behind you erratically.

Your ears twitch as they pick up the crisp rip of his blunt teeth piercing what sounds like the skin of a fruit and then the smell of sugared syrup wafts into your nose. He must have picked up a fruit from the bowl on the side table. You can hear the squish of juice gushing from the puncture and the small slurps he makes as he tries to catch it. Rogue drips of juice land on the tops of your legs and he catches your chin in his hand again, cutting off your shocked gasp as he holds your blindfolded face directed towards his, the sticky lines of runaway juice creeping down the insides of your thighs.

“When I first tasted you, I thought you tasted so sweet. So juicy. Like a spartan fruit,” Spider tells you through his mouthful. “They’re my favorite, you know. They’re delicious and I use them to make the dye for my stripes.”

It’s so quiet in the room and your ears are trying to pick up any and every sound you can. You think if you tried, you could hear someone talking from across the lab right now. It’s not hard to catch the sound of Spider swallowing his bite.

“It’s the only thing I’ve been able to stomach this past week. They taste just like you,”

Your heart feels like it's going to pound right out of your chest when he presses his lips against yours. It’s not your first kiss with him and you remember how his mouth felt on yours that night almost a week ago. He kissed you gently, just a slow dance of lips pressing against each other again and again. It was his way of calming you - relaxing you from your nerves. He doesn’t want you relaxed this time. The way he kisses you now is still slow but more passionate - all consuming as he slides his tongue against yours. He kisses you like he’s excited to kiss you and wants you excited too.

Excited and breathless and dripping wet.

It clouds your brain, the taste of his tongue and the remnants of the fruit flavor left on it. The added sweetness enhancing a taste that’s just purely him.

He pulls away and you subconsciously lean forward, wordlessly begging for him to kiss you again. Instead of his lips, you feel the skin of the spartan fruit press against your mouth. “Here, taste it. Taste how you taste to me,”

At his instruction, your teeth sink into the fruit's flesh. Juice squirts from your bite and slides down the corners of your mouth. Spider’s hold shifts from your chin to curve around the side of your neck, holding you close as he leans in again and licks up the escaping streams with his tongue. A helpless grunt escapes you as you chew. You’ve eaten this fruit your whole life, you know what it tastes like - but somehow, coming from Spider’s giving hands, it tastes sweeter now, more flavorful and satisfying. And knowing that this is how you taste to him… you’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.

He kisses your throat lovingly as you swallow before guiding your face towards his again, recapturing your lips and this time tasting the fruit he claims to love so much directly from your own tongue.

You’re breathless when he pulls away again. Your eyes try to flutter open, nerves momentarily forgotten and you really want to see him right now. His lips would probably be red from your kiss - red and shiny from spit and the juice of the fruit. But the blindfold keeps you from the sight and the darkness that meets your open eyes makes you whine unhappily.

He shushes you, pulling one of your hands from where it's still fisted in your tewng and holding it in his own. He presses the fruit into your own hand this time and urges you to take another bite. More juice spills out on your face as your teeth tear into the flesh of the fruit, dripping out over your chin and down your fingers and wrist.

“Look at you making such a mess,” He teases, and you wonder if the double meaning of his words are purposeful. Your face and hand is a mess, yes - but does he know how wet you are? Can he tell just from looking at you how the wetness between your thighs feels like it's unbearable? Surely there’s a stain on his bed right now from where your slick has seeped into the sheets.

You nearly bite your tongue as you chew your second bite when you feel his tongue licking up your forearm, diligently sweeping up every racing dribble until he’s cleaned everything there is and he’s moved on to cleaning the delicate skin of your wrist. He plucks the fruit from your hand and it splatters as Spider discards it on the floor, the wet smack sounding through the room as it lands on the hard tile. A part of you wants to scold him - wasting perfectly good food is not usually accepted by the Na’vi. All food is provided by the Great Mother, whether it is hunted or gathered, and all should be respected and used to the best of one’s ability.

But the feel of Spider’s mouth on your first finger has any words you might have tried to get out dying in your throat. You tilt your head down a bit so that if you could see through the blindfold, you would see at the same time as you feel when Spider presses his lips to your fingertip. But the blindfold keeps you in the dark, giving you no hint of a visual through its dark fabric. So you're stuck with just the sensation when his lips part around the tip, lips that feel just as plump and wet and sticky as you imagined. His mouth slides down your finger, soft tongue sliding against the underside of it as his mouth sinks down lower. Your breathing is rough when he pulls off, ears twitching when they catch the small pop his mouth makes when he releases it. That tongue slips between your first finger and your middle finger, licking into the V between them to clean the stickiness before sucking the next finger into his mouth for good measure.

By the time he reaches your last finger, you’re trying to close your thighs - just trying to find some relief in the relentless tingles bullying you in your tewng. Spider’s hips block your attempt and all it does is make you squeeze him between your legs harder. He doesn’t make any auditory or physical moves to stop you if he minds.

“You’ve made a mess on me too,” He says, voice more gravelly now. Two of his fingers brush against your bottom lip. “Clean it up.”

Your mouth falls open with a soft groan. Spider’s finger’s slip inside, fruit sticky fingers sliding against your tongue and you listen when he repeats his command - “clean them up, pretty girl,” - lips closing around his fingers as you obediently suck the mess clean. Spider’s strong fingers stroke against the surface of your tongue, dexterous fingertips feeling the texture and slight roughness from it.

“I’m told that women like my tongue cause it’s extra soft, but I think about the Na’vi tongue a lot.” A short pause and then - “Yours specifically.”

Did you hear that correctly? No, there’s no way. Spider thinks about you? Your tongue?

But your ears are still working, and they hear him loud and clear when he leans in to whisper in it.

“Like how it would feel as you suck my cock,” A moan rips from your throat at his words, the sound muffled by the fingers invading your mouth, and for a second, you can try to pretend like it's his cock instead. It would be so nice, to finally feel the thick length you know he’s keeping hidden under his tewng. Humans for all their flawed design don’t keep their parts in a protective sheath like the Na’vi do. When Spider runs or jumps or trains, you can see everything. How it moves under the thin fabric of the tewng and shifts without the security of a sheath or restraint more tawtute clothing tends to provide.

You haven’t seen any other human cocks, but you have seen Spider’s before - in an accidental stumble near the lake while on a walk with Renu while he, Neteyam, and Lo’ak were washing up after the day’s training. It was right there, hanging heavy between his thighs as he scrubbed at his body, and you remember thinking that proportionally, at least compared to what you believed most other human’s had between their legs, that he is quite blessed by whatever god made him.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, a strand of saliva landing wetly on your bottom lip as it snaps from where it was trying to cling to his retreating fingers. You whine at the loss, hands finally leaving the safety of your tewng to hold onto his hips. He kisses you again, lips pressing against yours and tongue slipping inside, but this time it seems like it’s less for tasting and more just for the sake of kissing. He’s kissing you because he wants to kiss you.

“Wish I could see your pretty eyes,” He mumbles against your lips. “Want to see them all wild, and desperate, and gorgeous for me.”

“Spider,” You breathe, belly tightening when he nips at your lip.

“But no,” He continues. “My gorgeous girl needs to be blindfolded.”

You do. Oh, Eywa, yes you do. Because you wouldn’t be able to handle this right now if you weren’t. You want to see him, want to be brave and take off the blindfold and let your greedy eyes soak in the sight of him that you’re sure if you could see right now would take your breath away. But you’re still too tense, too nervous. You would ruin any suspense and excitement Spider’s worked to build in a heartbeat. You know it and you know that he knows it too.

But the blindfold makes you wonder, brain working overtime trying to conjure up an image of Spider when your eyes are blocked from seeing the real him. You wish you could look into his beautiful eyes too, see their warmth and intensity and have the visual make your heart twist in the same way they also make you feel safe. You think about your own pupils and how if he were to pull off the blindfold, he’d probably see more black than gold right now and you wonder if his would look the same - the pool of black growing with want as he stares at you knowing you can’t stare back at him as it explodes and overtakes all that rich and warm brown. Would his lips still be red or even more red now? Spitslicked but now sticky free from how you sucked all the fruit juice from them. The skin of his hips is warm under your fingertips and you wonder if maybe his skin is flushed too.

You don’t know what to do, so you whimper his name again, wordlessly begging for him to guide you.

“Mawey,” He says gently. “Just relax for me, okay? You’re safe here.”

Just relax for me, okay?

Memories of that first night rush back to you in an instant and you remember how he spoke those exact words to you, breathed them over your drenched folds like a promise before he ate you out within an inch of your life. The CO2 mask looped around your neck disappears from your chest as Spider lifts it to your face.

“And don’t forget to breathe, skxawng,” He chuckles. The extra carbon air helps clear your brain a bit and you instantly feel calmer - you hadn’t even known that you were starting to struggle to breathe. He drops the mask back against your chest and cups your cheek, thumb brushing lightly under the edge of the blindfold. “You can touch me.”

His words are nothing more than a whisper of sound, but you hear them clearly. Your fingers twitch against his sides, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips, and you want to move them - want to feel the smooth hard muscles under your touch - but you can’t force yourself to leave the safety of his hips.

Spider chuckles like he can see your internal crisis. He probably can - just because you can’t see anything doesn’t mean he can’t. He can see you. Is staring at you, observing you and taking you in. He can see every facial expression you make. Every deep breath, every jaw drop, every lip bite. He can see the flush you know for a fact is on your face, cheeks probably flaring a deep purple under your blue skin. He could see the mess you made on your face when you bit into the fruit and the way your chest is rising and falling with each shaky breath you take. The deep sound of his laugh seems to reverberate through your entire body and you jump when his hands cover your own.

“Like this,” He says, and then your hands are sliding up his torso and suddenly, that’s all you can focus on.

He helps you caress his stomach - toned muscle under smooth skin - and you feel when he flexes it underneath your fingers and you can’t help but wonder if it was an intentional flex just to flaunt or if it was an automatic response to your touch. He pulls your hands up, pressing your palms flat against his skin as he drags one directly up the middle of his stomach, one of your fingers dipping into the dip of his belly button while the other hand runs along his ribs. His skin is hot under your touch, miles and miles of pure solid muscle that scream Na’vi all in one devastatingly handsome human body.

He drags your hands up higher to feel his chest and you wonder if sliding your hands across his chest and stomach are smearing the stripes painted on his body like the bedsheets had. It would be subtle, barely noticeable to a Na’vi if they weren’t paying attention and definitely not noticeable to another human unless they were specifically looking for the smudge. The dye made from the Spartan fruit is made to last. But for Spider, eventually it comes off - wipes away with bathing and the normal physicality of everyday life. You’d give anything to see if you’re messing them up now.

Your guided palms run across his chest, fingertips grazing over one of his nipples. You’ve gotten used to the neverending canvas smooth skin underneath your hands. You’ve seen his body countless times before since Spider chooses to honor The People by wearing the traditional Na’vi clothing; so you know what his chest looks like. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to blindly map it out in your brain now, each pass of your palms against some newly untouched skin unlocking another area in the layout in your mind.

And then suddenly, there’s a part of his chest that doesn’t feel so smooth. It’s raised a bit, bumpy and out of place amongst all the rest that you’ve felt so far, and you know without a doubt that you’ve reached his bullet scar. And this is it - the real reason Spider ultimately overcame the natural distrust that the Na’vi have for humans, something that he dealt with the entirety of his young life, and gained not only the trust and respect of The People, but also Neytiri as well.

You’ve heard the story before: Spider reuniting with his brothers on the demon ship in the middle of the ocean after months of being held hostage only to almost witness one of his brothers being killed. They brought a man back to life, put him in the body of a fake Na’vi, and he had his gun pointed at Neteyam, aimed and ready to kill. When the shot went out, Spider jumped in front and took the bullet - the metal ball embedding itself in the space where his chest meets his shoulder instead of hitting Neteyam in the heart like it was aiming for.

Spider saved his brother’s life that night, finally proving himself to the one person who always swore she would never forgive him for the sins of his father. But he saved her son, and he gained a mother and official family in return.

“Love feeling your hands on me,” Spider says, and you’re shocked to hear them come out closer to a groan. “Eywa knows I imagine it way too much when I’m by myself at night.”

“You think about me at night?” You ask, voice barely a whisper, and this time you're not sure if you’re more shocked you were able to say anything at all or that Spider was actually able to hear you.

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” He says, grin obvious in his tone of voice. “I already confessed that I think about you. Your tongue too, remember?” He drops his hands from yours, leaving you to keep your own hands where they are on his body as he grabs your face again, pulling you in for another quick kiss and murmurs against your lips. “I’m always thinking about you.”

This time when he pulls back, one of his hands sneaks towards the back of your skull. Your fingers curl into his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle, but he doesn’t seem to care as his own hand curls around your kuru and pulls it over your shoulder.

“I’ve always wondered about these things too,” He says. Your eyes fly open behind the blindfold, mouth falling open too in a silent plea for something you’re not even sure of what you’re begging for. He’s just caressing the hair braided around the kuru, carefully fisted hand sliding down the silky strands that protect the most sacred part of you. But you can feel the way his fist compresses your braid, just the barest hint of pressure and your thighs are threatening to try to close on him again as the feeling goes right to your core. “Been jealous, you know? Wondering how it would feel to connect with the world. The Tree of Souls, an ikran. A mate.”

His hand trails down the braid, moving closer and closer towards the bottom and you feel like you want to jump out of your skin when his curious touch reaches the bottom tie. You whimper his name again - in warning or as a beg you’re not sure. But you feel as exposed as you ever thought you could when he flips the bottom of your braid upside down, the loose strands under the tie falling away to reveal the pink and wriggly tendrils that only you have ever been intimately familiar with.

The tendrils stretch and wiggle in the air as they search for something to bond with, and you wonder if your fingernails are piercing Spider’s skin with how hard you’re digging your nails into his shoulders. Just the barest hint of his fingertip touches the end of a tendril and you gasp at the shock of electricity it sends down your spine. The tendril stretches desperately for his finger as it retreats.

“I always wondered what it would feel like,”

You don’t even have time to think before his fingers are back. The tendrils act on their own, wrapping themselves around his offered fingers before your brain can even register what is happening. A silent scream rips from your throat as bright sparks explode behind the darkness of the blindfold. Spider plays with the extension of your nervous system, waving his fingers to pull and move the tendrils and it feels like he’s playing with the entirety of you - mind, body, and soul - all at once.

“Fuck, Spider,” You gasp, thighs instinctively trying to clamp closed again as your clit throbs, but Spider releases his hold on the bottom of your braid to push your thighs apart again, moving his own legs wider between yours to keep you spread.

“Keep those legs open for me,” He tells you, and then more gently, “Does it hurt?”

Yes. Yes, it hurts. It hurts in a way that feels so good it’s overwhelming. Hurts in the way that you know you shouldn’t be experiencing this but yet somehow you are. Other Na’vi don’t touch each other like this - at least not that you’ve ever heard. They bond with each other, joining their kuru’s together so that they can be with one another on a spiritual level, bonding for life as they join their soul with another person for an eternity together. It’s a loving experience where you feel everything your partner feels - every touch, every emotion, and every memory - shared together in a magic experience granted by The Great Mother herself.

Spider can’t do that with you. He can’t bond with you for life and connect the kuru he doesn’t have with yours. He shouldn’t be touching you like this. It’s more intimate than sex. It’s invasive, and intense, and fuck fuck fuck the sensations are going straight to your core and you’re going to cum.

You’re gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonna–

But then Spider’s fingers are gone, pulled away from your kuru despite your internal protests and the tendrils' clear attempts to keep hold of him.

“Y/n, I need you to answer me,” Spider says, free hand grabbing your jaw and forcing your blindfolded eyes to meet his. “Did that hurt?”

Your breathing is harsh as you try to force out your words. “N-no. F-feels good.”

“Mm, yeah? Felt good?”

You want to say so much more. Want to say yes, keep going. Don’t stop. Touch it more. Touch me more. Drag your fingers from my kuru and drag them through my slit instead. Press those capable fingers against my clit and make me cum over and over and over again. But you can’t say it, rendered speechless again when you feel Spider lift the end of your kuru up towards his mouth, warm breath fanning over the sensitive tendrils.

“You know, now that I’ve felt them on my fingers, I can’t help but wonder what they might taste like,”

That’s all the warning you get before he does it, holding your kuru in a firm grip as he drags his tongue across the tendrils. You think you actually scream this time, eyes widening and rolling back into your head behind the blindfold as your core tightens, pussy spasming and gushing as your orgasm soaks your tewng. He keeps his tongue there, the wet muscle slipping through the tendrils as they try to grip onto it and find purchase. Each swipe and graze feels like a never ending climax, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body and it doesn’t stop. Doesn’t stop, doesn’t stop - his tongue on your kuru keeps you cumming and cumming and distantly a part of you worries your heart might stop with all the electricity shooting through your veins.

Spider’s tongue slides away, breaking the connection to your kuru, and you feel like you can breathe again. Sobbing gasps rip from your chest as your body shakes, thighs trembling and pussy still spasming and you can feel the tears falling from the corners of your eyes soaking into the blindfold. It takes you a second to register that your hands have moved from pressing against Spider’s chest to squeezing his biceps, nails digging into the flesh.

“Did my pretty girl cum?” He rasps, and oh Eywa, his voice is so beautiful. Deep timbre is made even deeper and more seductive as he practically growls at you. “Fuck, I want to see your eyes. They probably look so fucked out already. Glassy and dazed and beautiful just like their owner.”

Your ears twitch as they pick up on his heavy breathing, and then you feel it on your neck as he presses a teasing kiss to your racing pulsepoint. He grins against your throat.

“I still remember how they looked when I ate you out,” And then, almost as if he were quoting you word for word, “They’re what I see every time I close my eyes at night.”

“Please,” You whine.

“Please what, yawne?”

The Na’vi term of endearment makes your heart skip a beat. “Want to touch you,”

“You are touching me,”

“No,” You do your best to ignore the teasing tone in his voice. “No, I wanna touch you.”

“Hmm, you wanna touch me? Touch me where?” He pulls one of your hands from his arms and drags it down his body, over his chest. “Here?” A little bit lower now, allowing his smooth and toned stomach back under your palms. “Or maybe here?”

“Lower,” You whisper, voice just a bit desperate.

“Lower? Like here?”

He drags your hand lower and for the first time ever your hand runs over the light material of his tewng. The bulge underneath it is evident and Spider drops his hand from yours, letting you take control for the first time tonight. Your hand cradles the hardness, taking a moment to let yourself feel the awe of the situation you’ve somehow found yourself in. It’s too much and then suddenly it's not enough anymore. You don’t want to feel it though a layer of fabric. You want to be greedy, feel skin on skin. You need it. Need more.

Spider seems to read your mind. “Just tell me what you want,”

“Off,” You tell him, fingers creeping up to try to slide beneath the waistband. “Please, I want it off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He teases, and then you feel the obtrusive fabric fall away.

Carefully, you bring your hand to where you think his cock is, fingers trailing down his lower belly, tracing the V until it leads you to where you want to be. It jumps under your touch the second your fingers graze the heated length and a giggle of nervous excitement bursts from your chest.

“What are you giggling at?” Spider asks. Maybe in another situation you would have been worried you offended him. Giggling as you’ve just touched his dick is probably not the best thing you could have done. But there’s a smile in his voice as he asks the question, and you think you can picture it in your head now - how he would look there, staring down at you with your hand on him and a small pleased smirk on his face.

“It jumped when I touched it,” You tell him like he wasn’t also there when it happened, and fuck, you sound so stupid, but you can’t help the small smile that creeps on your lips too.

“He’s excited,” Spider laughs. “Happy to feel your touch instead of mine for a change.”

“Hm,” You hum, pleased feeling in your gut but unsure of how to respond. So you move forward instead, wrapping your fingers more firmly around Spider’s cock and feeling the hefty weight of it in your palm.

Definitely larger than the average human, you can tell by the way he fills up a decent portion of your palm. He’s warm and heavy between your fingers and you take a moment to study the difference between human and Na’vi by feel. You don’t have any other experience to go on, but Renu has told you plenty of stories to make up for your lack of personal experience when it comes to sex. She’s told you about the stretch before, how it can be overwhelming to the point of too much for even another Na’vi who is designed to take it. She’s told you how the barbs are both a blessing and a curse and the absolute mind-numbing pleasure that comes from taking a knot.

Spider’s isn’t like that. It’s smooth under your touch, the only real texture coming from a couple large veins that trail down the underside of his cock. There’s a stickiness at the top when your thumb sweeps over the head, precum coating your fingertips as you drag it back down along his length to wet it. You pump it a few times, listening to Spider’s heavy breathing and the undertone of what sounds like the beginnings of a growl, and even though you just came, you’re already ready to go again.

It’s not enough - your hand sliding over his hardness feels like so much but also not nearly enough. You want yourself on him, the possessive spark in your brain telling you to claim him in any way that you can. So you reluctantly pull your hand away from his cock, your free hand coming up to curl around the back of his thigh, just below his ass to keep him close. Your other hand snakes into your tewng, underneath the soaked through material, and slides through the wetness there. When you pull your hand back out, it’s coated with your arousal, and you can imagine how it might be shining right now in the fluorescent light of the room as you bring it back to Spider’s cock.

“Hah fuck,” Spider grunts when you wrap your fingers back around him, and the sound is like music to your ears.

You lean forward more as you stroke him and blindly aim for his lips, needing to kiss him. The idea of you working his length and using your own wetness as the slick is making you desperate, and you land on his cheek instead just under his eye. You let out a muffled sound of frustration but keep laying pecks on his skin anyway, trailing down his cheek and over his jaw. You’ve just made it to his neck when he grabs your face, directing you back to his mouth and claiming your lips.

“You’re wiping my stripes off,” He murmurs against your lips.

And fuck. Fuck fuck fuck - that sentence just almost sent you over the edge again.

You’re wiping my stripes off.

Your brain tries to conjure the image of his cock again, using every available piece of knowledge at your disposal. The image from the accidental viewing at the lake, too far to see any detail like apparently painted stripes on his cock but close enough to see its size, manifests in your mind's eye. Only this time, you can picture it closer - feel the weight of it in your hand and know that yes, yes there are stripes painted on it.

What would it look like now? Are they still there? Would they still be in their places but smeared, or maybe just faded from the wetness and friction of your hand? Or are they gone completely, the only remains just some smudges of blue against the shaft?

“Wanna see,” You plead back against his mouth, but he clicks his tongue at you and pulls your hand from his pulsing cock.

“Nope. You’re blindfolded, remember?” He lays one last peck on your lips before pressing a hand against your chest. “Now be a good girl and lean back for me, okay?”

The familiar feeling of the sheets against your back sends you back to that night nearly a week ago and without thinking you grab the mask hanging against your chest and press it over your face. Spider’s laugh makes your face heat up even more than it already is, but you’re feeling more comfortable now - drunk off your orgasm and everything about him - so you grin behind the mask despite the fire licking at your cheeks.

“My good girl learned from last time, I see,” He comments.

The bed dips a little as he leans on it, and then you feel skilled fingers at the ties of your top. The top falls away at just a few movements and falls onto the mattress, revealing your breasts and perked up nipples. You get just a second of warning when you feel the puff of his breath on your breast before his lips press a revenant kiss to the swell of it. Another kiss to your nipple, soft and sweet, before he’s catching it between his blunt teeth and pulling on it gently.

You hum in appreciation, arching your chest closer to him as he tongues at the spot to soothe the bite. He presses another kiss to the hard peak before switching to your other breast to show it the same attention and you moan when he blows cool air on the spit slicked skin. He moves diligently down your body, pressing his mouth against the skin over your ribs and trailing kisses down your belly as he heads to his final destination.

He skips it for a moment, tongue running over the tops and insides of your thighs to clean up the forgotten juice drippings from the fruit, and then he’s tugging your tewng from your body, drenched folds on display for his greedy eyes and you know he’s staring - you can feel his eyes on you just as clearly as if you were able to take off your blindfold and see it. Maybe you should do it now. There’s no going back, you’re in too deep now and you don’t think you’d run. But then he wraps his arms under your thighs and spreads you wide, holding you down and right where he wants you, and you don’t have a choice.

One hand keeps the carbon mask over your mouth and nose while the other tangles in the bedsheets in anticipation.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” He groans. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You breathe a laughing sigh into the mask. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls,”

“No,”

It’s definitive. Said like a fact, and you don’t have time to mull over what that means before his mouth is on your center and your thoughts come to a screeching halt.

He licks up everything you have to give, groaning and growling against you like a wild animal as he shakes his face into your cunt. His tongue is so soft as it runs up your slit, exactly like you remembered it feeling and yet this time, somehow, it feels so much better. It slides across your clit like it loves it, laving across the sensitive bundle of nerves like it was designed especially for it - to run over it, caress it, adore it. This is his skill, he’s mastered his art and now he’s performing every trick he’s learned on your poor, sopping, and responsive pussy.

You can feel the impending rush of a second orgasm hurtling towards you with every calculated swipe of Spider’s tongue. The vibrations of his groans spur you on, pushing you closer and closer to that familiar blissful edge that you think only he could bring you towards like this. Your hands move on their own accord, abandoning your mask and the sheets as both of them reach down to wind themselves into Spider’s dreadlocks, intent on keeping him there. Right there. Right there! Yes! Yes! Right there!

“Oh, ma Eywa!” You shout, body tensing as your orgasm rips through you. Your thighs shake in Spider’s grip. “Spider! Please,”

Your pussy clenches around nothing, body jolting and writhing against the mattress as he moans in satisfaction as your clit throbs on his tongue. And even though you’ve just cum for the second time today, you can’t help but want more. It’s crazy to think about. You’re so sensitive already, but you want to cum again.

On his fingers.

On his cock.

On your own fingers as you take him in your mouth.

Fuck, you want it so bad.

“Spider, please,”

“What, yawne?” He sounds absolutely wrecked.

You whimper, trying to push yourself up a little, but he holds you down with a strong hand to your chest. “Wanna suck your cock,”

He sounds like he’s been knocked in the gut, the punched out sound he makes catches you off guard and your ears immediately flatten against your head. But he forces you all the way back down until your back hits the mattress and presses his still wet lips against yours in a quick kiss.

“I want you to,” He says. “Believe me, y/n. I want you to. But I won’t last for you like that. Not right now. I need– I need to fuck you.”

Yes! Yes, you need it too. Need it so badly. Your legs spread for him automatically at his words and he settles perfectly between them. His hard length rests along your belly for a moment, warm and heavy as he presses it against your stomach. And then he’s gliding it down, the blunt head of his cock gliding through your folds, the drag over your swollen clit making you shiver. When the tip nudges at your entrance, you wait with baited breath - waiting for the moment he decides to push in so you can finally know how it feels.

Another woman in the clan who had experienced Spider’s mouth gloated about his skills, but also made sure to say that she thinks those skills end with the oral experience.

“He isn’t big enough, right? Sure his mouth is pure perfection, but he’s not as big as an actual Na’vi. He doesn’t have the right sized part to fully satisfy that way, you know?”

You always knew she must have been wrong. Your gut told you she was. Even if Spider wasn’t as big as Na’vi males proportionally, that didn’t mean he couldn’t satisfy with what he has. And with how it felt in your hand and against your belly - you’d guess it’s plenty enough. It feels big as he presses it against your entrance, the pressure making you tense in excitement as he pushes just a little bit inside. The stretch is still enough to make you gasp, the sensitivity of already having multiple orgasms making everything even more sensitive as he works it in more. Each inch is glorious, the stretch around his girth as he pushes into you is enough to make your legs shake more in pleasure than intensity, and you moan as he bottoms out inside you, your tail flicking against the bed beside you happily.

“You okay?”

You smile at his question. Every part of you wants to say yes. Of course you’re okay. This is perfect. Beyond perfect.

You settle for a soft, “Yeah,” and then your grin is interrupted by his first thrust.

You feel when his hand comes to steady himself next to your head, his other hand hitching your thigh up higher so it hooks over his hip, pushing him in just a little deeper than before. And even though you’re not filled to capacity, so overwhelmed on someone’s cock as they hit your cervix like some other woman made you feel like you needed to be, it’s still soooo good. Spider’s cock hits what it needs to hit, dragging against the most important parts inside you that make you squeal and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes he torments you, fucking you with perfectly timed thrusts, pushing you back towards that precipice of bliss only to pull out again, leaving you with a heaving chest and a desperately clenching pussy in the wake of his absence. And when he pushes in again, it's like the first time all over again - and you’re arching against the bed, pushing yourself down on him just to get him sheathed back inside you again where he belongs.

You want to see him, want to see the way his eyes look as he fucks you. Want to see his lips, probably still glistening with spit and the remnants of your arousal, part with each grunt and groan and moan as he fucks into you - chasing his own high just as much as he pushes you towards your own.

Without giving yourself a chance to back out, you pull the blindfold from your head and there’s just pure brightness.

The overhead light of the room sits brightly behind Spider’s body, enveloping him in a bright halo as he blocks most of the harsh light with his head. Everything is blurry for a moment as your eyes adjust to the brightness after having spent so long in the dark, but it only takes a second for your feline eyes to adjust to the new light.

And what you see is beautiful.

Spider is there above you, sweaty and panting as he thrusts inside you, eyes dark and glazed over in pleasure with a red mouth, visible teeth marks embedded into his bottom lip like he bit it to keep himself from making so much noise. Those lips pull into a devastating smile when he sees you’ve pulled off the blindfold, but his thrusts don’t stop.

“There they are,” He says. “There’s those gorgeous eyes I’ve been dying to see. Hi,”

“Hi,” You breathe.

You can feel that coil in your belly tightening, each thrust forcing it tighter and tighter until it's threatening to snap in a second. Spider’s hand reaches between your legs and plays with your overstimulated clit, dragging the wetness around the swollen nub as he thrusts against you harder.

Your eyes threaten to slip shut against the pleasure, but Spider snaps his hips against yours roughly making them snap open again.

“Don’t close them,” He tells you, rubbing your clit faster. “Wanna see them. Keep looking at me. Look right at me,”

When the coil snaps and you cum, it's looking directly in his eyes.

Golden eyes lock onto simmering brown and your pussy clenches around his cock, trying desperately to milk him for all he’s worth as you cum around him. You cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, and the sound of him moaning and the feel of his release scorching your insides will be forever burned in your memory.

Just a few days ago, he made you cum so hard you couldn’t bear to look at him afterwards.

Now? You’re not sure if you’d be able to cum without looking at him if you tried.

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months ago

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We don’t have many Spider fics within the fandom, but this one? This one takes the cake 🎂 👌🏻

Means to an end.

Pairings: Agedup! Spider x FemNavi Reader

Summary: It’s not fair that you have to be taken away from him, so just maybe he’ll get even. Who’s to say an eye for an eye always ends up badly?

Warnings: MDNI, size difference, slight cheating( if you squint), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, jealousy, reader promised to someone else, virgin reader. Hopefully I didn’t forget anything!

A/N: Hello! The fic you’ve all been waiting for (I hope) okay.. okay now it’s been a while. A long while but I did say I’d write it 👀

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Spider was upset, no he was more than upset he was furious. How could your parents do this, setting you up with the best warrior of the clan when they knew. Your heart had claimed spider just as Spiders heart had claimed yours.

He paced around the spot that you both called your own, nerves frayed in every sense of the word. Question after question filled his mind as he worried you’d fall for the meathead of a warrior, A’lek. He was everything that Spider was not including the same species as you, it only made sense that your parents agreed to give you away to him once they found out of his wish to court you.

Spider wasn’t disliked within the clan, he just wasn’t like them and he knew that was the biggest disadvantage he had. Especially after proving himself worthy, but no matter you were spiders first and no arrangement would stop his and your love.

“Your human feet will wear away at the ground if you keep moving like that my human.” Your words were soft and teasing as shoulders finally approached your spot. Spiders eyes found your form as he stopped mid step, a lopsided grin marred his features.

He watched as your gaze softened, staring at him as you took a step back, a silent understanding passing between you both. “It is not my decision..” you started but spider held up his hand stopping your sentence before it even began. “It’s okay baby.”

Spider momentarily perked up as you dropped down to your knees, getting as level as you can with him. He watched the way your ears twitched and your brow bones raised in question, “You are up to no good. What are you thinking about my human?” The question nearly had him laughing, but he held it together but he knew better as the different emotions he felt filtered over his face until he settled on one that seemed as fitting as it could be.

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you, and how much I’d love to be buried balls deep inside you,” he enjoyed the way you gasped softly as he fingers traced over your skin gently. His eyes narrowed in on the way your breathing changed, the goosebumps that began to litter your skin, and lastly the way your ears and tail seemed to freeze all movement on your body. “Think about it. If these are our last moments together as lovers.. we should make every bit count.” Spiders gaze found yours once more, his eyes dark with lust yet there was a genuine hint of love. “If I have to let you go it’ll be on my own terms.” His voice was firm yet the pain was all to evident.

Spider watched you intently waiting to see if you turn him down. Deny him the chance of having you, he was so sure you’d say no but to his surprise you nodded slowly. Your own hands finding themselves grabbing onto his waist. “Please.”

That was all spider needed to begin to explore your covered body, he made sure his touch was gentle. Each skim of his fingers against your skin held purpose, steady strokes of his fingers against your most sensitive parts. He took his time touching and exploring your body each light kiss, feather like touch, and the tantalizing feel of his wet tongue against your heated body has you squirming and begging for more.

Spider was thoroughly pleased with himself, he hasn’t even began to fuck you yet you were already coming undone beneath his little ministrations. Spider couldn’t take anymore, he was nearly about to release his load into his loincloth. You were too pretty underneath him. Panting heavily as your eyes begged him to finally fuck you.

He huffed quietly as he rid himself of his coverings, his eyes never strayed from your glistening cunt.

Placing the length of his cock against your slick folds he began to rock back and forth, getting his cock nice and wet in your juices. His brows furrowed as he watched the way his length moved, each languid thrust brushing against your swollen nub. He enjoyed the way you mewled and cried softly, but most importantly he enjoyed the fact that he’d be your first ever lover.

His fingers slithered down your thigh, slowly til he reach your swollen clit. Gently teasing it by rubbing it in small circles before he slide his fingers down to spread open your folds. He enjoyed seeing you in such a way it made his cock throb with need, precum already pebbling at the tip.

Slowly he slid inside, instantly falling in love with the way your tight heat wrapped around his length greedily. In that moment spider didn’t mind that he wasn’t as big as other male Navi, he was the perfect about of thick and long for a human male. He groaned softly as he began moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. Each drag of his cock from your cunt had you begging for more.

With each thrust he watched the way you’d react to his tip brushing against your spot. Each time he hit it perfectly. Your ears pressed against your head and your tail wrapped around his neck, spider figured with the overwhelming feeling of him brushing up against your spot with each thrust was bound to make you feel everything and all things at once.

Spiders eyes were heavy with lust, the pleasure clouding his features. “Look at you, coming undone for a mere tawtute.” He whispered, his sliding over your pelvis before finding home before you. His thumb drawing teasing circles on your clit. “Letting me fuck you, tainting your body with my cock. Mmm.. that’s it y/n. Take my cock mamas.” He growls out three clenched teeth.

“Fuck baby you feel so good.. I’m gonna cum.” He rasps out as your loose yourself in the throws of pleasure, your release rushing through you in a way that has spider speed up his thrust. Each uneven movement he’s forced to hold back his urge to release. “Fuckk.. baby fuck I’m gonna.. ruin you.. mine all mine.” He squeezes out just as he releases inside painting your awaiting walls white.

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months ago

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I agree with so much of this, but tbh what pissed me off was scorsby getting a robot arm, I hope he died from his injuries 🤣🤣

We’re officially less than a year away until Avatar: Fire and Ash releases and here are my predictions:

"One life ends, another begins" will be quoted by Lo’ak in the first few minutes of the film

The movie starts with a flashback scene of Neteyam as a child (possibly with Lo‘ak?) OR that deleted scene of Neteyams body being cleaned by Jake & Neytiri for his funeral OR Ronal birthing her baby

Lo‘ak tries to lighten the mood about Neteyams death as he narrates the movie by making soft little jokes and we will all cry so fucking hard about it

There will be a scene in the beginning that shows how Lo‘ak and Ao‘nung have become great friends and also a scene about the development of Lo‘ak and Tsireyas romance

Spider meets Payakan

The air nomad clan will visit the metkayina village during their travels and that is how they meet the Sully family and hear about their journey and problems. (Remember this behind the scenes footage where the actors of Tonowari, Jake, Tsireya and Lo‘ak are all looking up at the sky pointing at something? I think that’s what will happen in this scene.)

Lo‘ak gets them all into danger again / acts even more careless because he seeks revenge for his brother

Further into the film, Jake and Neytiri get into an argument, her trust in him is broken ("you promised to protect this family") which leads to her not listening to him when he tells her not to attack or start a fight (with Varang maybe?)

THIS leads to her getting injured

Even Quaritch is taken aback by the brutality of the Ash na‘vi

Quaritch is forced to work with them at the beginning but then turns against Varang in order to save Spider

Lo‘ak and Spider are captured by the ash na‘vi which leads to Jake and Quaritch working together

Varang wears the kurus of her slaughtered enemies

General tension between the Sully family and Spider throughout the movie

Kiri will find a way to reconnect to eywa, but still won’t find an answer to her questions (will eventually make peace with this and accept herself?)

Scorsby will get an robot arm

Kiri will save everyone with the help of eywa, in the end Lo‘ak will also play a big role as the hero and we will witness his emotional development and how much he‘s grown from his mistakes

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months ago

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Oof Ao’nung, Rotxo, or Lo’ak, 😮‍💨

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

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anemonelovesfiction · 7 months ago

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when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

1. Monaco - Bad Bunny

2. Tattoo -Loreen

3. Agora Hills - Doja Cat

4. Alibi - Sevdaliza

5. Nymphology- Melanie Martinez

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anemonelovesfiction · 7 months ago

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Heyyy can u write a rotxo x insecure fem human , and the reader is chubby 💗

I actually wrote an insecure fem reader with Rotxo right here, I know you stated “chubby reader” but I haven’t gone too specific in how the reader looks with that one 🥰🥰

#laney’s asks #laney’s thoughts #avatar the way of water #rotxo x y/n

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anemonelovesfiction · 7 months ago

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Use Your Words

Lo’ak x Fem Human Reader x Tsireya

Warnings ⚠️: Established Relationship (between Lo’ak and Tsireya), Virgin! Reader, Fingering!, Eating out! (Mostly) Voyeur Lo’ak! (Except you know he’s there, and he speaks)

MDNI 🔞

Reader (you) has a tendency to stare at and avoid Tsireya outside of a group setting, so she gets asked why she does this, but you can’t come up with a clear answer, so Lo’ak and Tsireya coax the answer out of you, but you avoid answering her, so her and her mate figure out a plan to get you to use your words

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan Leader

Marui: Home

Tsmuke: Sister

Tawtute: Sky Person (human)

Sa’nu: Mum, Mommy

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Irayo: Thank you

Marui: Home (in Metkayina)

Srane: Yes

Paysyul: Water Lily

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawne: Beloved

Syulang: Flower

Tswin: Neural Queue

Word Count: 5.9 k

My fingers worked diligently as they continued braiding the leather bracelet in my hands, weaving the braids tightly together to maintain its shape, my mind working a million miles a minute as I attempt to finish this bracelet while watching the beautiful goddess before me. Her hands coming to squeeze her hair from the excess water it was carrying, watching as the water dribbles down her forearms and drip off her elbows, eyes shamefully looking between the valley of her breasts and watching as the water glides down her cleavage.

I feel a heavy heat settling on my face right as Lo’ak comes into view to greet her, my eyes finding my fingers as they continue weaving through the bracelet I planned to give Tuktirey for her birthday, noticing that my weaving looked consistent. A sigh leaves my lips as I find a natural stopping point, wanting to pick back up at a later time to give my fingers some much needed rest, and possibly stop myself from continuing to stare at the teal woman several feet away from me.

“You stared at her for less time.”

I looked back up to see Neteyam side-eyeing me, a small smirk playing at his lips as he looks at me, eyes turning back on his own work, he was attempting to make a proper courting gift for one of the girls in the clan that had managed to capture his attention.

After his almost fatal attempt being deemed heroic by the Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina, most girls decided it was the appropriate time to flaunt themselves and their skills toward Neteyam, in hopes of being chosen as his mate and having the ultimate bragging rights. But very few had decided to keep their distance from him, one of which had managed to capture his heart, as she treated him with a kindness that wasn’t out of pity.

“Why don’t you tell them how you feel?” He asks as he snaps me out of my own thoughts. The beach was in perfect view from the marui we resided in, which is why Lo’ak had decided to run off the second he’d seen Tsireya coming up the shoreline, feeling myself ducking my head out of embarrassment as I came to realize I’d been staring at them again.

“Are you kidding me?” I scoff at his words, physically turning my body to face his to prevent myself from zoning out at the two on the beach, jealousy filling my body as I think of how easy it is for them to be together, regardless of how different they were from one another.

“What?” He asks at his own suggestion, stopping himself from working on his craft as he turns his head to look up at me, shrugging his shoulders as he notices nothing wrong with the question he’s asked, it warmed my heart that he thought of me as his family enough to not notice the obvious difference.

“It’s sweet that you think of me as your tsmuke, Neteyam, but you have to be honest with yourself and remember that I’m tawtute, not na’vi.” I stated.

“You might just be surprised if you put yourself out there.” He speaks while shrugging his shoulders, it almost sounded as though he’d been alluding to something but I couldn’t help the eye roll piercing through as I shake my head at the same time.

“When are you finally going to tell Ayari you like her?” I asked, flipping the script and watching as his once cobalt blue skin flushes with a purple tinge, a blush covering his features and I couldn’t help but let a smile cover mine.

“At least I’m working on it.” He stated simply before going back to work on his craft.

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“Pff,” I huff as I begin to think about Neteyam’s suggestion earlier, I had currently been walking toward Ronal’s healing hut with a heavy basket in my hands, struggling to carry it with all of the contents inside, but it was mostly my fault I’d been in this situation in the first place.

I had lot’s of plants whose healing properties were needed for the Tsahik and instead of placing them in my human sized basket to make two trips, I’d selfishly placed them in a pattern where none of them would get smushed, in a Na’Vi sized basket instead, using my hip to hold onto the bottom as my hands struggled to carry the sides.

I would have also been a panting mess had I not been stubborn, I refused to show anyone around me any weakness and had to pretend I was doing just fine, I’d gotten several double takes as the people had seen me walk around the woven walkway, the bouncing action making carrying the basket almost unbearable, but now that I was feeling the sand in my toes and the hut was in view, I couldn’t turn back.

As I approached the hut with the basket barely in my grasp I wondered how I was going to get through the curtains without taking the entire length of them in with me, but by some miracle, or Eywa selfishly listening in to the thoughts of my mind, they were split down the middle as a teal arm had held them out of the way, as I look up to excuse myself to whoever was above me I tense, the basket nearly dropping before my fingers flexed and grasped them harder.

“How are you carrying that?” Her voice was mixed with confusion and awe a she steps out of the way, keeping her hand on the curtain she had held and gives me a walkway toward the desk I usually set my basket on.

“You have decided to become efficient, Y/n.” Ronal was quick to spare a glance at me before settling her mortar and pestle down, she appears to have just finished cleaning it as she stretches, her hands placed on her lower back for some support, I’m sure her pregnant belly was heavy as she lets out a content sigh, I ignored her comment.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” I replied almost automatically, not wanting to have ignored Tsireya’s comment as I answered her mother, but truly not knowing what to say to answer her question, but by the looks of it, it appeared as though she would be leaving soon either way, but I held my breath out of my own anxiousness.

“It is appreciated.” Ronal answered as she stands from the chair she had been sitting in, her sigh being an indication that she had been done with whatever task she had been working on, ready to begin the next.

“I will see you later, I must go meet with your father, Y/n can help you put the herbs away.” She is quick to answer and I can feel the hairs on my body stand at attention at her remark. How was I supposed to spend the entire afternoon helping Tsireya put stuff away when I couldn’t hold a proper conversation with her outside of the group setting?

“Alright Sa’nu,” She replies to her mother as I stiffly turn my neck over to watch as Ronal gingerly takes Tsireya’s cheeks in her hands, leaning down to kiss her daughters forehead, my cheeks growing hot at the display of affection between the two, my face turning back immediately as my hand reaches out to fiddle with the herbs and plants in the basket.

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I could only focus on properly picking the herbs apart as I placed the stems into one basket and the leaves in another, eyes scaling the stems gently before moving onto the next, ensuring that each leaf has been plucked off and each stem was bare.

The leaves from the herb I currently had in my hands were used in cooking dishes to enhance the flavor of the dish itself, kind of like a seasoning that was favored here, the stem, however, is ground up into a paste using an oil to help break it down. Since I was not the tsakarem I was not allowed to tamper with the mixings and makings of the medicine they used, but I could help around with organization, stocking, and plucking.

I’d been sitting silently as to not interrupt with Tsireya’s concentration, but it was proving to be difficult as I’d often find myself looking up to steal glances at the beautiful teal woman, grateful to Eywa that she had not captured my stare with her own, slight sweat starting to build on my brow as I nervously plucked along and settled the stem into its basket, feeling her hand touch mine as she had taken that opportunity to grab more stems for the paste she was making.

My hand is quick to move back but her light hearted laughter is what catches me off guard, I had not expected to hear such a melodious sound so early in the afternoon, my eyes curiously reaching up and feeling my body freeze as I met hers.

“If I didn’t know any better I would assume you disliked me,” She speaks as she places the few strands of stem she had grabbed into the mixture she held, moving the pestle along the shape of the mortar to grind the stem down.

I had no idea if I should fake a small, laugh, or think of a response to her words, kind of sitting there and staring at her like an idiot seemed to be the only option I had at that moment, but I wasn’t expecting her to end up looking back at me and watch her smile drop as I stared at her, was I being a creep?

“Is that why you don’t speak to me when we are alone?” She asks as if a sudden realization had hit her, her ears lowering slightly as she asks her question and I could only stupidly stare at her, uncertain of what to say.

“I guess I hadn’t realized I did that,” I hadn’t meant for those words to leave my mouth, it happened to be the first thought to run through my head, and unfortunately out of my mouth. I could see as Tsireya looks away from me, shaking her head slightly as she smiles, focusing on the paste before her.

“Lo’ak believes I am crazy for thinking you avoid me.” I could feel my eyes widen at her confession as she had stated it so evenly, no wobble detected in her voice. I could only swallow as her eyes meet mine again, the smile she had never leaving her lips, and I could feel my breath being taken away at that moment, a slight burn in my chest the longer I stared at her.

“I-“ I stop myself from speaking as I attempt to draw in a breath at the same time, feeling that burning sensation going away before clearing my throat.

“I don’t mean to avoid you.” I answered her again but felt my voice quiver and wanted to punch myself for having shown too much emotion.

“Why do you?” She asks and it felt like a punch to the gut and I hadn’t expected her to be this bold with her questions today.

“…” What do I say at this point, I avoid you because I like you, but I also like the guy I grew up with at the same time because my mind does not comprehend how to like just one person?

“I have to go-“ I mutter before standing abruptly and leaving the healing hut. Feeling as though the air from the hut was too hot, the sweat running down my forehead wasn’t helping cool my skin, until the breeze calmed me down as soon as I was out of the hut.

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“So this is where you’ve been hiding out, huh?” Lo’aks voice breaks me out of my concentration and I can feel my heart begin to race, I’d decided against going to dinner to avoid Tsireya once more, not wanting our conversation to pick up where it left off, especially if Lo’ak was around, that would be embarrassing.

But I’d also taken the opportunity to avoid Lo’ak as well, since I’d had an inkling that Tsireya may have told him what had happened, leading the two of them to confront me together, and that was a bridge I wasn’t willing to cross.

“Wasn’t feeling good,” I muttered past my lips without sparing him a glance, lying to him as I answered, finally realizing that my fingers had stopped braiding the bracelet I wanted to finish for Tuk, trying and failing to remember which strand went next.

“You’re lucky I pay attention.” He mentions as he squats in front of me, sliding something my into my lap, my eyes snapping up to meet his, moving my gaze to settle upon my lap and seeing a slice of fruit there, I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate, bracelet me damned, I’d lost my place with it anyway.

I could see his hands meet one another as he interlocks his fingers from the corners of my eye, I could feel his stare burning holes at the top of my head, feeling a heat rise up to my cheeks, choosing to not say another word as I couldn’t think of anything smart at the moment.

“Irayo,” I surprise myself by breaking the silence, not having realized I’d spoken until the heat rose to my cheeks once more.

“You look fine to me,” He replies to my previous comment about not feeling well. I could only stare up at him through my lashes as I attempt to scramble my thoughts for a reasonable lie.

“Think before you speak, Y/n.” He warns and I felt as though I had been caught in a lie- which I had been- I could only duck my head and avoided eye contact with him, unsure of what to do with my hands and kept them by my side, the juices of the fruit starting to stain my thighs as I left it there.

“I didn’t want to go to dinner.” I only feel some relief for revealing half the truth, knowing he was going to question me, not knowing how to respond to whatever question he’d have.

“Why did you not want to go to dinner?” He asks, one of his brows raising in the process, I could feel the shame start to swallow me whole as I bit my lip, not wanting to answer.

Because I was avoiding your mate didn’t sound like a practical answer, but his gaze was too intense to look away from.

“Because I wasn’t feeling goo-“ I started by going with the first thought in my head, not getting far enough to complete the sentence as he cuts me off with an eye roll and a stern voice.

“Try again.”

I scoff at his words and let a nervous laugh escape my lips, disbelief filling my features as I look back over at him, his face looking unamused.

“Lo’ak, I’m telling the truth-“

“So this is where you disappear to, I would have thought you went chasing after Tsireya.” Neteyam jokes as he enters the marui, and I couldn’t have felt more relieved that he’d walked in at that moment.

I could feel the anger radiating off of Lo’ak as I feel my shoulders relax, thankful that Neteyam had chosen that moment to walk in, I don’t think I could have faced telling him the truth.

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The cool breeze into the night had scattered across my skin as I sat on the beach with my toes buried in the sand. My hair had been flowing freely as each curly strand decided to dance in its own way, I allow a sigh to pass my lips as I stared out into the water before feeling the weight of a familiar hand drape itself across my shoulders.

I turn my head with a soft smile, he returns the smile but it does not meet his eyes, his brows furrowing as soon as he’s sat right beside me.

“What is it?” I asked without having to dive too deep into the question, knowing he was going to understand what I meant, I’m thinking his talk with Y/n did not go very well. I reach over to grasp his hand in mine and give him a reassuring squeeze.

“She avoided answering my question.” He stated somberly, I could see him tighten his jaw as soon as his mouth closed and I could feel his frustration.

“What do you think we should do?” I asked as I sat beside him, face turning back to the lapping waves of the ocean, the splashes calming me down enough to return my breathing to normal.

“Are you absolutely certain about this?” He asks as he lets my hand go, and places them on his head as his knees come close to his chest, his thoughts must be going wild right about now.

“I dreamt about the three of us together and it felt right, I believe it was a sign from Eywa, so I told my mother about it-“

“You told your mom?” His was in disbelief, his legs outstretched immediately as he looked at me with widened eyes, I would have laughed had it not been a serious conversation.

“She said she would keep it between us, and she is tsahik, she confirmed that it must have been a sign the great mother provided for me, but was very disturbed about it being a tawtute…” I trailed off

“But the true question is if she feels the same,” He stated, uncertainty filling his voice as he speaks, my heart hurting as I wanted to comfort him.

“I know she does.” I reassured him as I began to think of her avoiding me at dinner, had she not already had feelings for us she would have showed, without the fear of our conversation continuing, and she would not have run off in the first place.

“Well then,” Lo’ak seemed to have a sudden mischievous glint in his eye. “Whats the plan?” He asks as a smile starts to grow on his face.

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Learning to ride on the back of an Ilu was difficult. When I started learning, I had to be partnered up with someone who could connect to the beautiful creature in the first place, but everyone usually went too quick causing the water to shoot up my nose regardless. But whenever I rode with Kiri -or that one time I went with Tsireya- they made the Ilu move slower, and I felt like I could enjoy the breath taking scenery before me, and those were the moments I often cherished.

But I’d made the mistake of allowing Tuk to take me for a ride not too long after she had learned how to ride an Ilu, the others were taking a leisurely swim as they watched her take the Ilu out for a spin.

But the moment my head finally broke through the water, I was a mess, my mask had become dislodged -like it usually did when people rode their Ilu too fast- and water had shot up my nose, leaving a burning sensation behind as I attempted to empty the water from my mask before reattaching it to my face, a seemingly never ending cough taking over.

“Oh my-“ I’d heard Kiri through my coughing spell, attempting to take a breath but failing as another cough was in the way.

“Tuk!” I could hear Lo’ak’s accusatory voice as I felt someone lifting me out of the water, my body going limp against theirs as I searched for warmth, my coughing starting to calm down as the breaths were finally reaching my lungs.

“I didn’t mean to!” I could hear her whine, a soothing hand being placed on my back as it runs in gentle circles in an attempt to calm me down, finally feeling a deep breath and sighing as I had stopped coughing.

“Thank you,” I mutter at the person who was carrying me.

“You could have taken it slower,” Lo’ak was still going at it with Tuk and it actually caught me by surprise as he was usually laid back, I would have expected him to have been laughing along with Ao’nung.

“I told him to go slow!” Tuk whines back with her brother.

“Do you feel better?”

I go rigid as I realize whose arms I’m and feel a sense of urgency to disappear, maybe even dive back into the water and swim away, but there was no use as she’d out-swim me.

“Mhm,” I answered as I nod my head that was still on her shoulder, feeling as my tummy filled with warmth as my anxiety started to sky rocket.

I could feel her hand leave my back, placing it on my bum to get a better hold on me, but I could have sworn it was done on purpose and feel my face growing hot, all of the loudness between Tuk and Lo’ak had gone away as all I could focus on were her hands on my bottom.

“Come on Tuk, just leave it,” I could see Kiri dragging her away from the corner of my eyes as Tuk sticks her tongue out at her brother, but that just meant I was left with Tsireya and Lo’ak. I bite back a groan as I wished Neteyam and Spider were here, swiveling my forehead onto Tsireya’s shoulder and closing my eyes, taking in a big breath and knowing what was coming.

“Are you okay?” Lo’ak asks me and I can feel my heart quicken in my chest off his voice alone, I’m certain I would have started shaking had Tsireya not been holding me, her body keeping me warm.

I could only nod my head against her shoulder not daring to look back at him wanting to remain hidden from their stares.

“Use your words,” Lo’ak coaxes, the water indicating he began stepping closer as it sloshes a bit, going still as I feel a four-fingered hand on my back.

“Srane,” I answered nervously, still hiding my eyes from the pair.

“Good.” He answers before taking his hand off of me, just when I think I’m home free I feel his hand underneath the chin strap of my mask, my face being pulled away from it’s hidden spot and coming to face his.

“Now tell me,” He begins as he slightly tilts his head to the side.

“Are you avoiding us?”

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Fangs found their way onto my neck as they scraped along my pulse point, goosebumps being left on my body as they dragged deliciously on my sensitive skin, my head lolled to the side as I allowed Tsireya to mark me as she wished.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and gasped as she started to suckle on my pulse point, my hands being woven into the ringlets of her hair as my nails felt her scalp, a soft hiss coming from her mouth as she dug her fangs into my neck lightly.

“Careful,” Lo’ak’s voice makes me open my eyes, mine making contact with his, my lip coming between my teeth as I attempt to focus on him.

“Maybe she doesn’t want me to be careful,” Tsireya speaks, bringing her hands from my cheek down my arm, goosebumps left in their wake as I shiver.

“Do you paysyul?” She speaks as she addressed me this time, but before I could even think of what to say, her mouth is back on my neck and a moan is escaping my mouth.

“See?” She teases him with her words as her lips trail down toward my collarbones, teeth lightly nipping the area and causing my skin to erupt in a new set of goosebumps, my eyes travel toward Lo’ak to see his jaw hardened as he looks at the back of Tsireya’s head, his eyes trailing over toward mine before settling a smirk on his features.

“Do you?” He repeats the question smoothly, it has heat rising up to my face and I felt guilty for not responding verbally, just a quick tip of my head as I closed my mouth, having wondered if I’d looked stupid for leaving my mouth open after moaning.

“Hmm.” He hums as he looks downward, his eyes moving up to look at me through his lashes. “What does that buy her, darling?” He asks aloud.

Before I could attempt to figure out what he’d meant when he said that, a stinging sensation burns my bottom as the sound of a slap resonates within the walls of their marui. A shocked gasp leaves my lips just as Tsireya chuckles, my hands finally coming free from her hair as I laid them next to my body to support myself, knees buckling a little.

“You have to use your words with us, paysyul.” She comments before kissing down my chest and reaching the valley of my breast, my top stopping her from being able to do that.

My eyes hadn’t left Lo’ak and I watch as he raises a brow at me, silently wondering if I had gotten past my shock and understood what Tsireya was telling me, I could feel her eyes staring holes into my head as well, I move my head towards her and feel my face heating up once more.

A flurry of unrecognizable shapes were felt across the skin of my waist as she impatiently waits for me to say anything, but my mouth had suddenly dried up, and my tongue felt like lead.

The top I wore was easy to take off, it was the same fabric as my tewng was, only big enough to cover my breasts, but it was tied on my backside, something I wasn’t sure she knew how to take off.

“Please take my top off,” I finally spoke, breaking through the silence and feeling her finger grasp the string tying my shirt onto my body, the fabric loosening its hold on me, I shrugged my shoulders and feel the fabric bunch up as it slides off of them.

She surprises me as she grasps the fabric and gently pulls it away from my body, the act alone making my nipples stand at attention as she discards the cloth, all without taking her eyes off mine.

“Go ahead.” Lo’ak instructs his mate and I feel as her arm glides up from my waist and onto my breast, giving it the slightest of squeezes, a surge of warmth traveling down toward my cunt. She smiles as her fingers grasp my nipple and give it a twirl.

My body twitches at her touch, her other hand coming up toward my other nipple and repeating the process, my gasp cutting through the silent marui.

“Why don’t you put her in your mouth, yawne?” Lo’ak suggests as he stands behind her, my eyes moving to meet his figure as he stands with his hands behind his back, his eyes on his mate.

Before I could even move my eyes toward Tsireya to watch her movements, I feel a sense of warmth wrapping itself around my breast, her tongue having flicked my nipple as her other hand continues to tease the other.

“Tsireya,” I gasp and buck my hips against the thigh she’d managed to wedge there, a moan ripples past my lips at the sensation.

I can hear -and feel- her hum of approval before feeling her hand abandoned the nipple she’d been toying with, taking her mouth off the one she’d been licking, and trading places, another gasp and low moan resonating within the walls of the marui.

Her tongue had flattened once she reaches my nipple before twirling it with the tip of her muscle, my hips wanting to feel the relief they did, but she had moved her thigh, a chuckle coming from her as she realizes what I’d tried to do.

“Please,” I whined pathetically before hearing Lo’ak hum, my eyes had shut on their own without my knowledge until I opened them back up to see him with a smirk on his face.

I’d already started panting from the attention Tsireya had been giving me, but I was desperate to feel more.

“What do you need?” Lo’ak’s voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it before, it had my arousal spiking as I let out a short moan in response to his question, he only retaliates by squatting down on his feet, arm reaching out to touch my thigh.

His big warm hand was suffocating my thigh, he could easily grasp it if he wanted, but he didn’t, and I could hear a whine coming from the back of my throat at the contact.

“Use your words, syulang.” He speaks clearly just as Tsireya pops off my nipple, my eyes falling onto hers as I’m sure I looked a mess.

“I want you to eat me out,” I gasp at the words coming from my mouth before seeing the beauty before me smile sweetly.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She admits before her hand trails down toward my waist, tickling my sides as she does so, a light laughter bubbling from me and it helps relax my nerves, her fingers work quick and my tewng is off.

I could feel the heat rise to my face as my legs come to a close, her hands resting at my thighs and prying me open, a whine beating its way past my lips.

“Don’t hide yourself, you are beautiful, paysyul.” She mutters as she leans down toward my face, her head making contact with my mask, one hand coming up and tapping on it gently, letting me know to hold my breath, and once I inhale the mask comes off and her lips are in mine as she kisses me, my hands coming up toward her cheeks as her tongue swipes my lips.

I nervously open my mouth to give her access and am met with a sweet flavor on her tongue, she must have been eating fruit before whisking me up from the water.

I can feel her hand trail up my thigh and gently stuck her finger inside, her kiss muffles my moan as she sticks the entire length of her finger into my wet pussy, my legs closing around her arm as her tongue dances around my mouth.

“You feel incredible mama’s,” Lo’ak mutters in a breathy voice, but my brows furrow in confusion, breaking my kiss from Tsireya to look toward him, noticing his tswin is connected to Tsireya’s, he must have done that while I was distracted. I take the opportunity to slide my mask back on and take a deep breath, chest heaving slightly at the long breath hold I’d done.

“Oh,” Tsireya mutters as her finger stops its movements, she has a certain expression on her face that causes me to look down between my thighs.

“Look at you,” Lo’ak coo’s, a smile spreading on his face, but my eyes trail back toward Tsireya’s teal hand, a bit of blood was staining her palm, but it’s source was coming from me.

From our human biology classes that Lo’ak often snuck into just to hang out with Spider, he knew exactly what this blood meant, as the one learning about woman’s anatomy, I knew what this meant too, but Tsireya was surprisingly calm.

“How sweet to think you’ve been waiting for us all this time,” He snaps me out of my thoughts enough for me to feel Tsireya had started to slowly move her finger again.

I could feel my face heating up again, but for two reasons, because of Lo’ak’s words and because of the pleasure Tsireya was starting to bring to me.

“I think she can take another,” She stated rather confidently as she attempts to bully a second finger in.

“Easy baby,” He stated as she finally manages to shove her second finger in, my body clenching down rather harshly at the sudden intrusion.

“Ohh,” I groan as she gently moves her fingers inward, it seems like forever before she reaches the hilt, but once she does, I can feel a heat coiling in my belly.

“How does that feel?” She asks as she leans over to kiss my jaw, her fangs starting to scratch me lightly, her kisses driving me crazy as she continues moving her fingers inside of me.

“Ahh, ‘Reya,” I whine, her mouth back on my neck, suckling my pulse point as her fingers start to speed up. I could feel myself spreading my legs wider to give her easier access.

I open the eyes I didn’t know I’d closed up until that point, watching as she shuffles her body closer toward mine, I could feel her breath fanning over my cunt and all I could do was squeeze in anticipation.

“Go ahead.” Lo’ak’s voice cuts through my thoughts once more and I look downward, capturing Tsireya’s eyes with mine just before she leans down, placing my clit in her mouth and giving a small suckle, with that my head is thrown back and my back arches, bringing my cunt closer to her.

“Fuck,” Lo’ak grunts.

Tsireya doesn’t stop her ministrations as her fingers start plowing through me, her mouth starting to work on overdrive and I can just feel her smirk on my pussy.

“Please-“ I whine as I begin to grind my hips against her face.

“Please what?” Lo’ak stated rather harshly.

“Please make me come,” I moan as my hands come out from underneath me, placing them on Tsireya’s braids as I attempt to bring her face closer toward my cunt, humping her face -regardless of my knees buckling at this point- in an attempt to coax my orgasm out

“Thats hot.” Lo’ak comments and I finally open my eyes to witness him palming himself through his tewng, the tent in his loincloth being a big distraction to me, feeling as her fingers change pace and move quicker.

“Fuck!” I gasp as the coil in my belly tightens further, the feeling of comfort being brought to me through Tsireya’s ministrations, my fingers tightening over her scalp and letting my pathetic moans loose for the two of them to hear.

“Thats it baby,” he encourages the both of us with his words while continuing to palm himself through his loincloth, his hand working faster, the size of him being visible through the fabric and my mouth watering at the sight of him.

“Go ahead and come, syulang.” Lo’ak mutters and I couldn’t help but listen as my body writhes against his mates fingers and mouth, feeling absolutely high as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

I felt on top of the world the moment I gave in and came around her fingers, my cunt squeezing them for all their worth, becoming a panting mess as I come down from my high.

I look over to see a satisfied Tsireya coming up from my cunt, juices soaking her face, her fingers finally coming out of me at that moment, a bit of blood still covering them. I turned my face toward Lo’ak to see the prominent boner in his tewng, mouth watering at the sight of it before asking.

“Do you need some help with that?”

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