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I love this so much! He is beautiful😩

my version of grown neteyam, he'll always be resembling omaticaya just like neytiri (but added a hint of metkayina because why not 😆 he's a mighty warrior!!) I spent so long on this...so please don't repost without credit!!

AND check out my coloured version of this on my blog

went a bit overkill with details lol

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idk who needs to hear this but your body is loveable 

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you and your mutuals are going on a roadtrip….

Tag who you think fits each!

Who’s the one who keeps saying ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’

Who is driving?

Who’s in charge of music? If so, what kind are they playing?

Gets the whole group pulled over by writing on a piece of paper that says ‘HELP ME’ and putting it to the window for the world to see.

Flirting with every person in the next lane through the window.

Every driver that even glances at the car they assume “Guys I think the car in the lane to the left wants to race!”

*asleep in the backseat*

“Shhh. They’re asleep.” *gently covers with blanket.*

Has road rage

Someone manages to trigger some truckers road rage

The navigator

The one who’s writing fanfic on their phone

Having the most intense karaoke session in the whole wide world with the radio.

*the car gets pulled over* “don’t worry everyone. I got this.” *starts applying lipstick with the intention to flirt with the officer*

“Can we watch Avatar?”

“Let’s get McDonald’s.”

“Don’t make me turn this car around!”

“Can we go faster?”

“We’re driving a Prius. No we can’t ’go faster’.”

[bambithewriter]

I’m so glad you liked it bb!

I’m obsessed with human Lo’ak and I only have myself to blame for that😭

Student's pet 3

Human!Lo'ak x female reader

College AU

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Content: MDNI, 18+, all characters are aged up, dom Lo'ak, sub reader, p in v, creampie

Summary: Lo'ak holds himself to his promise and creampies his little nerd.

A/N: The long awaited part three is finally here! Writing this part had me all hot and bothered. Human Lo'ak is a need at this point. Anyway, enjoy this smutty piece of work my horny babies💗

Lo’ak had me on my knees, pressed against him with my back resting against his chest. One hand in between my legs, flicking my clit back and forth.

He didn’t stop until I couldn’t take it anymore, prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible. The sheets were messed up, covered in my slick and his precum. 

“Hmm, I have so much cum saved for you baby. I’m gonna turn you into my little creampie next.” 

His hands held onto my hips as he pulled out of my pussy. My lips parted, eyebrows scrunching up.

“Nngh.” My pussy was so sensitive, the mere feeling of his cock sliding out of me causing me to shiver. 

“Sshh, we’re not done, baby. Gonna make daddy cum first.” 

With his hands on my hips, he guided me to turn around. He pulled me with him, resting his back against the headboard, cock standing straight leaking precum.

It looked intimidating, angry and pent up ready to spurt its seed any time now. 

He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it up and down. He looked at me with a lust-filled gaze motioning for me to come closer to him with his free hand. 

I gulped, crawling closer until I was hovering above his cock.

He watched how some of my juices fell onto his cock from my pussy. ‘Mmm fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” He hissed, already on the brink of cumming.

“Hop on it, my little bunny.”

“Lo’ak, I-I…I never sat on a dick before.” I mumbled shyly, looking down at him with a clueless gaze.

He groaned softly, my innocence only turning him on more. “Fuck, I’ll help you. Come here.” He mumbled impatiently, his hand leaving his cock to grab me by my hips. 

“Just slowly sink on it, babe.” 

I nodded my head obediently, nervously chewing on my lower lip. I rested my hands on his shoulders to keep myself stable. The moment I did that, he leaned his head to the side to plant a kiss on my hand. 

“Good girl, now line it up to your precious little hole and sit on it.” He said through gritted teeth, struggling to hold back the load that was threatening to spurt out.

“Okay, I think I understand. I-I’ll go slowly an- nnngh.” I whined softly when I fell on his cock, my knees giving out under me. He was so, so deep, the tip of his cock hitting a hidden sweet spot. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking clumsy. Always needing me to guide you.” He hissed softly, his hands gripping onto my hips.

He bounced me on top of him while thrusting up to keep hitting that sweet spot. 

“Lo, please I can’t. "It's too good.” I cried out, already on the brink of another orgasm. 

His eyes rolled back when he felt my pussy clenching around his cock so tightly.

He spanked my ass before his large veiny hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer for a messy kiss. His tongue fought with mine, dominating me easily. His kiss was dirty and rough, drool running past my lips. 

When he pulled away he cupped my cheek with the hand that was previously around my neck, forcing his thumb in my mouth. I immediately started sucking, tongue running over his finger. His other hand held onto my hip, gripping it so tight it would surely leave a mark. 

He guided me to make grinding movements, knowing it would feel better for me. I cried out at the feeling of my clit getting friction, his cock still stuffed deep. 

“Cum for me.” He spoke in a low voice. 

That’s all it took for me to let loose, pussy clenching around his cock, my eyes rolling back. “A-aaah Lo’ak!” I cried out, my warm slick running down his cock. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He hissed, his eyes closing as he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

My eyes closed, a soft mewl slipping past my parted lips as I felt his warm seed filling me up. Lo’ak let out a soft “Fuck yeah”, loving the feeling of his cock getting milked out. 

“Lo’ak, feel s-so full.” 

Lo’ak grinned as he listened to me explaining the feeling. “That’s something you’re going to have to get used to, my sweet nerd. Your body will crave my special cream every time you’re with me. Cream made only by you and me.” 

I barely heard him, eyes half-lidded, completely messed up. My body was hot and sweaty with a soft blush planted on my cheeks. Thighs on either side of his legs, sticking to his toned ones and trembling vigorously. 

“It’s so deep.” I softly whined, my body tensed, and my face flushed. I could feel him in my stomach. Lo’ak wasn’t the biggest guy around. He was toned but slim. His cock, however…

He was huge. The shaft was veiny and thick but nothing could explain his insane length. 

“I ain’t pulling out of you, baby. Gonna keep cockwarming this snug little pussy of yours.” He said in a mocking tone glaring at me with lust-filled eyes.

My pussy kept on clenching around his cock, my body tensing as I couldn't stop whimpering.

“Oh, is my baby too sensitive hmm? Come here, sweetheart.” He cooed, pulling me to lay against him. His hands found their way to my scalp, massaging it in soft circles. 

“It’s okay, babe. I got you. We’ll have round two later.”

[bambithewriter]

He looks so pretty🥺

Older Neteyam Redraw!!

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You know I will, babes💗💗💗

M. - Ma karyu, ma tutepe

Lo’ak(21) x female omatikaya reader(22)

Adult Lo’ak pic is made by the amazing Cinetrix💗

Summary: In which the Sully family returns after staying with the Metkayina for seven years. Lo'ak isn't the same teenage boy he was before leaving the Omatikaya clan. He returns a man, a fully grown Metkayina warrior. Now, he must learn the ways of an Omatikaya warrior and pass his rite of passage. Who else can teach him other than one of Omatikya's finest warriors?

Content: MDNI, 18+, angst, fluff, smut, student/teacher trope, reader is the "golden girl" of the clan, Lo'ak is known as a “badboy” due to his rebelliousness

A/N: A part of the Avatar fandom wishes for fics that have more than just smut. I thought that with the relative small amount of Lo'ak fics I'd start a series that not only includes smut but also angst and fluffy moments. This idea has been in my head for awhile and I'm so excited for this. This will be my first time writing a series so it will be a new experience. I am in love with the title. It translates: My teacher, my woman…

Taglist: Let me know If you wish to be added🤎

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Student's pet 3

Human!Lo'ak x female reader

College AU

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Content: MDNI, 18+, all characters are aged up, dom Lo'ak, sub reader, p in v, creampie

Summary: Lo'ak holds himself to his promise and creampies his little nerd.

A/N: The long awaited part three is finally here! Writing this part had me all hot and bothered. Human Lo'ak is a need at this point. Anyway, enjoy this smutty piece of work my horny babies💗

Lo’ak had me on my knees, pressed against him with my back resting against his chest. One hand in between my legs, flicking my clit back and forth.

He didn’t stop until I couldn’t take it anymore, prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible. The sheets were messed up, covered in my slick and his precum. 

“Hmm, I have so much cum saved for you baby. I’m gonna turn you into my little creampie next.” 

His hands held onto my hips as he pulled out of my pussy. My lips parted, eyebrows scrunching up.

“Nngh.” My pussy was so sensitive, the mere feeling of his cock sliding out of me causing me to shiver. 

“Sshh, we’re not done, baby. Gonna make daddy cum first.” 

With his hands on my hips, he guided me to turn around. He pulled me with him, resting his back against the headboard, cock standing straight leaking precum.

It looked intimidating, angry and pent up ready to spurt its seed any time now. 

He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it up and down. He looked at me with a lust-filled gaze motioning for me to come closer to him with his free hand. 

I gulped, crawling closer until I was hovering above his cock.

He watched how some of my juices fell onto his cock from my pussy. ‘Mmm fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” He hissed, already on the brink of cumming.

“Hop on it, my little bunny.”

“Lo’ak, I-I…I never sat on a dick before.” I mumbled shyly, looking down at him with a clueless gaze.

He groaned softly, my innocence only turning him on more. “Fuck, I’ll help you. Come here.” He mumbled impatiently, his hand leaving his cock to grab me by my hips. 

“Just slowly sink on it, babe.” 

I nodded my head obediently, nervously chewing on my lower lip. I rested my hands on his shoulders to keep myself stable. The moment I did that, he leaned his head to the side to plant a kiss on my hand. 

“Good girl, now line it up to your precious little hole and sit on it.” He said through gritted teeth, struggling to hold back the load that was threatening to spurt out.

“Okay, I think I understand. I-I’ll go slowly an- nnngh.” I whined softly when I fell on his cock, my knees giving out under me. He was so, so deep, the tip of his cock hitting a hidden sweet spot. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking clumsy. Always needing me to guide you.” He hissed softly, his hands gripping onto my hips.

He bounced me on top of him while thrusting up to keep hitting that sweet spot. 

“Lo, please I can’t. "It's too good.” I cried out, already on the brink of another orgasm. 

His eyes rolled back when he felt my pussy clenching around his cock so tightly.

He spanked my ass before his large veiny hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer for a messy kiss. His tongue fought with mine, dominating me easily. His kiss was dirty and rough, drool running past my lips. 

When he pulled away he cupped my cheek with the hand that was previously around my neck, forcing his thumb in my mouth. I immediately started sucking, tongue running over his finger. His other hand held onto my hip, gripping it so tight it would surely leave a mark. 

He guided me to make grinding movements, knowing it would feel better for me. I cried out at the feeling of my clit getting friction, his cock still stuffed deep. 

“Cum for me.” He spoke in a low voice. 

That’s all it took for me to let loose, pussy clenching around his cock, my eyes rolling back. “A-aaah Lo’ak!” I cried out, my warm slick running down his cock. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He hissed, his eyes closing as he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

My eyes closed, a soft mewl slipping past my parted lips as I felt his warm seed filling me up. Lo’ak let out a soft “Fuck yeah”, loving the feeling of his cock getting milked out. 

“Lo’ak, feel s-so full.” 

Lo’ak grinned as he listened to me explaining the feeling. “That’s something you’re going to have to get used to, my sweet nerd. Your body will crave my special cream every time you’re with me. Cream made only by you and me.” 

I barely heard him, eyes half-lidded, completely messed up. My body was hot and sweaty with a soft blush planted on my cheeks. Thighs on either side of his legs, sticking to his toned ones and trembling vigorously. 

“It’s so deep.” I softly whined, my body tensed, and my face flushed. I could feel him in my stomach. Lo’ak wasn’t the biggest guy around. He was toned but slim. His cock, however…

He was huge. The shaft was veiny and thick but nothing could explain his insane length. 

“I ain’t pulling out of you, baby. Gonna keep cockwarming this snug little pussy of yours.” He said in a mocking tone glaring at me with lust-filled eyes.

My pussy kept on clenching around his cock, my body tensing as I couldn't stop whimpering.

“Oh, is my baby too sensitive hmm? Come here, sweetheart.” He cooed, pulling me to lay against him. His hands found their way to my scalp, massaging it in soft circles. 

“It’s okay, babe. I got you. We’ll have round two later.”

[bambithewriter]

I will babes!💗

M. - Ma karyu, ma tutepe

Lo’ak(21) x female omatikaya reader(22)

Adult Lo’ak pic is made by the amazing Cinetrix💗

Summary: In which the Sully family returns after staying with the Metkayina for seven years. Lo'ak isn't the same teenage boy he was before leaving the Omatikaya clan. He returns a man, a fully grown Metkayina warrior. Now, he must learn the ways of an Omatikaya warrior and pass his rite of passage. Who else can teach him other than one of Omatikya's finest warriors?

Content: MDNI, 18+, angst, fluff, smut, student/teacher trope, reader is the "golden girl" of the clan, Lo'ak is known as a “badboy” due to his rebelliousness

A/N: A part of the Avatar fandom wishes for fics that have more than just smut. I thought that with the relative small amount of Lo'ak fics I'd start a series that not only includes smut but also angst and fluffy moments. This idea has been in my head for awhile and I'm so excited for this. This will be my first time writing a series so it will be a new experience. I am in love with the title. It translates: My teacher, my woman…

Taglist: Let me know If you wish to be added🤎

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[bambithewriter]

I’m so glad you liked it bb!

Part two will definitely happen🤭💗

Mating with the enemy

Neteyam(22) x fem!metkayina reader (21)

Content: MDNI, 18+, Neteyam and reader struggling for dominance, p in v,

Summary: How unfortunate when Neteyam’s enemy goes into heat during a hunting trip together.

A/N: You guys, I literally wrote this in ten minutes so my apologies for any mistakes. I saw this edit and just had to write this drabble.

Sevin: pretty

Tanhì: star

I breathlessly pushed Neteyam down on the sand, straddling him immediately. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around my waist, kissing me feverishly with my soft thighs on either side of his legs.

My pussy was wet and dripping slick on top of his painfully hard cock. I placed my hands on his shoulders sliding down onto his cock. I whimpered at the stretch, feeling my walls adjust to his cock. Neteyam let out a soft whine, slapping my ass before thrusting up causing me to mewl from the sudden movement.

“N-no, I’m in control.” I softly hissed, bouncing on top of him while throwing my head back in pleasure. My eyes were screwed shut while my lips were parted slightly, soft moans slipping past them.

Neteyam hungrily took in the delicious sight of his beautiful enemy bouncing on top of his cock. His eyes darted from her pleasured face, to her pretty neck, to her supple breasts that were bouncing, all the way to where they were connected.

“Fuck sevin, you’re so delicious.” He said through gritted teeth helping me bounce on top of him. His hands were all over my hips, waist and ass. His lips licked and kissed my neck, to my shoulders down to my breasts.

“Mmm, gonna put a fucking baby in you. Do you want that, ma tanhì? Let me pump you full of my seed?” Neteyam teased.

[bambithewriter]

Lo’ak deserves it fr😩

And yes I’ll add you to the list, babes💗

M. - Ma karyu, ma tutepe

Lo’ak(21) x female omatikaya reader(22)

Adult Lo’ak pic is made by the amazing Cinetrix💗

Summary: In which the Sully family returns after staying with the Metkayina for seven years. Lo'ak isn't the same teenage boy he was before leaving the Omatikaya clan. He returns a man, a fully grown Metkayina warrior. Now, he must learn the ways of an Omatikaya warrior and pass his rite of passage. Who else can teach him other than one of Omatikya's finest warriors?

Content: MDNI, 18+, angst, fluff, smut, student/teacher trope, reader is the "golden girl" of the clan, Lo'ak is known as a “badboy” due to his rebelliousness

A/N: A part of the Avatar fandom wishes for fics that have more than just smut. I thought that with the relative small amount of Lo'ak fics I'd start a series that not only includes smut but also angst and fluffy moments. This idea has been in my head for awhile and I'm so excited for this. This will be my first time writing a series so it will be a new experience. I am in love with the title. It translates: My teacher, my woman…

Taglist: Let me know If you wish to be added🤎

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[bambithewriter]

Hi!💖 hope ur well and is the 3rd part for that loak fic still coming?

Hi anon,

I’m doing okay. Life has been a pain in the ass lately but it’s alright. I hope you’re doing well too bb💗

As for part three of Student’s pet, it’s in the making. I hope to have it finished either tomorrow or the day after!

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“Is my pretty girl comfortable?”

This got me melting right away😩

“you deserve to be kissed so good, y/n…to be cared for so good by me. Only ever me, yeah, sevin?”

Mhmm, now that’s what I’m talking about

His kiss cut you off, a soft ‘shut up’ being murmured against your lips.

This is such a Lo’ak thing to do😭

“I see you. I love you.”

Babes, you slayed this sooo hard. Also, Lo’ak content? You know I’m thirstyyy for Lo’ak fics🤭

🔹— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. | 𝐥. 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo’ak ✘ fem!human!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Lo’ak Sully never once failed to make you feel loved, adored, cherished, seen beyond belief, just as you’ve never failed him. A realization in which Lo’ak utters three simple words that yet held more than one significance.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : FLUFF, so much damn fluff, comfort, lo’ak and reader are between 17–20! touchy!lo’ak, touchy!reader, slightly shy!reader?, lovesick!lo’ak, lovesick!reader, descriptive love confessions, the mildest of heartache and angst if you’re a SAP for love confessions and shii…FLUFFY LO’AK!!( something short and sweet<333 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.3k

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @jioohyo @sunofpandora @ikeyniofthetayrangi @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @property-of-neteyam @bambithewriter @rivatar @iwannabeapinkaesthetic @avatarloverfrfr @strongheartneteyam @yawnetu @neteyamsoare @neptunesbbby

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

“Is my pretty girl comfortable?”

The heart within your chest blossomed a wellspring of sentiments at his spoken words, searing into your mind. The tonality of his voice was gentle, barely above an exhale or whisper, yet the mirth of his expression was apparent to hear. And hearing it all combined was a sensory delight, a symphony of euphonious that you raveled in, savoring every golden note uttered in even a single breath of his.

Your lower lip, flushed was the supple skin, lolled between you teeth, blood flaring beneath your cheeks as an automatic response to his tone.

An aerated chuckle spewed from his lips, ears perching high up at what he would describe as a symphony : the very melody your little heart tuned just for him.

His fingers tenderly curled over the back of your head, practically enveloping it whole with their length and included with the extent of his palm, pressing you just a bit more closer into the warm crevice of his neck. His ear flitted at the sound of you inhaling deeply, hot breath soon brushing along his skin.

Lo’ak smelled nice, comfy. Truth be told, he always did, and he needn’t do much besides bathe in the warm waters, while the rest of his self constantly wavered in the Forest’s aroma, the sun’s warmth. Sweet, strong, yet not overwhelmingly so. Just enough. It was more so his being’s essence that mingled with Pandora’s forest that made Lo’ak…well, Lo’ak.

Lo’ak felt the hum of confirmation reverberate from you, the corner of his mouth softly lifting. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, the tip of your nose stroking right below a beaded necklace of his and lining connected to his breathing mask, touch soon going to the line of his bare collarbone. “You’re very warm, y’know? Warmer than all these blankets…”

A laugh, more so a boyish giggle, was huffed out from him, the adapted ends of his digits brushing the delicate skin behind your ear, the other gliding beneath the sheets’ layers in order to wrap around your hip and rub soothing circles there. “Ya really think so?”

Your head rose from his shoulder and tilted up, dazed gaze colliding with the vibrant golds of his. You smiled in that endearing manner always done when in his presence, eyes cataloging and retaining each feature of his – including the ones he believed to be shameful and for you to believe them astonishing – tracing the cobalt stripes and enumerating every flicker of orb-like freckles decorating his skin.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, baby?” His neck slightly bowed down, forehead converging against yours.

“That doesn’t seem fair…you’re just so pretty, Lo. So pretty and perfect.”

The most typical thing for Lo’ak to do or say was always either a teasing quip or act, yet for some reason, odd and unknown, he only closed his eyes and groaned softly as his head tilted back. The act may have come off as surprising to you.

“Damn…” The single word being breathed into the quietness of the room emitted a shiver from you.

The palm once cradling your head found its place to your jaw, fingers carefully holding you in place in order for his eyes to skim over your face, marveling at the simplicity of your existence beneath the faint light your tiny bedroom had to offer. Your eyes were the most beautiful shape and extraordinary hue he’d ever seen in his life. Lo’ak had heard you direct a phrase to him that a certain Sky person created ( Shake peare? Or what it Speare Shake? – he didn’t seem to care to remember ); Eyes are the window to your soul. He never truly understood its thorough definition until now. To see eyes in a sense that represented the essence of your life and what you seeked. To see eyes gather every moment, every sentiment and thought in the past that solely made you you in this present moment. And what he saw made the pure anticipation he felt inevitable, visible in the hazy rotations of his tail and the sudden flicks of his ears that made you smile dubiously. The anticipation to see and live a future with you by his side and gather every little piece of you as you’ve gathered his, no matter how different those pieces others sought to be.

One thing that was awfully certain ; Lo’ak Sully was the biggest hopeless romantic for you – just as much as you were for him – and this led him to bring both his palms around your neck, thumbs’ pads very lightly dabbing your lower lip, soon letting them feather across the subtle shape of your jawline.

The slight movements made from the muscles there made his cheek lift, thumb stroking over the curve connecting your earlobe and jaw. “You’re so pretty and perfect…”

Your breath momentarily escaped your lungs before briefly glancing down. “Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, Sully?”

He remained silent, his drooped gaze never tearing from your mouth, a single thumb finding its place back over your lower lip. Calloused, slightly rough against the supple plumpness of it. The blood beneath tingled, gloriously hot at the attention. It was either that all little oxygen in your room had been drawn out or all ability of respiration had swiveled out of your lungs.

He recognized it, the reaction he was reason of, and while he quickly brought the irritating breathing mask up to his face and took a large inhale, he accepted then and there that if anything he perhaps thought it was a fair share : him being cause to your breathless state, him not having the simple ability to completely breathe even if the circumstances were a bit… different. It was worth it all, to be sincere. It rippled joy through the Sully son, knowing he and only he could ever witness you like this, feel such sensation from those soft lips of yours, no matter the difference. The reality of it all overwhelmed the poor boy, causing him to exhale deeply, leaning in until his mouth tickled the corner of yours.

His breathy whisper was desperate as he moved closer, “Fuck that shit.”

The horizon of his nose nuzzled to the tip of your little one for a while before he finally craned forward. Soon afterwards, just within a second, Lo’ak was kissing you: delicately, sweetly. Despite him being rash at times, that was not always the case with you. He learned to control, learned to be gentle, yet at times Lo’ak tended to underestimate and sometimes forget his abnormal strength and capabilities when overwhelmed, always so desperate and touch starved when being consumed by the entanglement of your love, your presence, your air, your grasp of lips and hands.

Who could blame him though? He’d declare between breaths, or he’d say something between the lines of “you deserve to be kissed so good, y/n…to be cared for so good by me. Only ever me, yeah, sevin?”

He was surprisingly very skillful at this: kissing. You’ve been told he’s never been in a relationship before you due to the events in his life, and while you too had this in common with him, it seemed he was a million light years ahead of you. Though at certain times his movements did come off as uncoordinated, he was quick to pick up on it, constantly adapting rather quickly.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was the final task he would ever do in Pandora, and Great Mother, did he do it so well.

Perhaps pretty people just kissed that well — but Lo’ak was far greater than the word pretty — no words could ever truly do him justice.

A small whine was tugged from your throat when he retracted in order to breathe. He chuckled into the respirator before tossing it over his shoulder and returned his tender hold on your face, keeping you in place just for him to savor the adorable pout pushing your lips down, to bathe in the pools your pretty eyes gifted him.

“Always so needy for me, hmm? Ya just can’t get enough of me.”

He grinned widely at your chortle, watching the way your eyes rolled at his smug remark. “You’re the one who’s always needy for me. You’re also the one who can’t get enough of me.”

His dark brows hitched, an ‘oh really huh?’ challenging his expression.

“Just a friendly reminder, you kissed me first. I was just admiring my pretty handsome boyfriend. You were also staring at me like some lovesick skxawng who’d die any second if you didn’t touch me–”

His kiss cut you off, a soft ‘shut up’ being murmured against your lips. You conceded into his touch, unable to contradict him. Your hands rose to his cheeks in order to hold him much closer to you, letting your fingertips press against the striped skin there. The necessity to breathe became a meaningless thought that fled from your mind. All you could find yourself being able to think was how good kissing him felt. How you could sit there — entangled in his ludicrously long limbs, trying to get rid of any ounce of space between you both — for the whole of your existence kissing Lo’ak Sully, for the way he felt around, near, against you was always so ruining.

Lo’ak ruined the act of kissing for you — not that you would ever wish to kiss someone else anyways, and perhaps that was the reason why he ruined it. Because he more than you knew they’d never be as attentive and loving with their touches, they would never kiss you in the way you deserved to be kissed. He never once failed to make you feel loved, cherished, seen beyond belief.

“I want you to know what it’s like to be seen. I don’t want you to ever feel what I once felt — unknown. Unseen.” Is what his innards: his heart and mind uttered as he kissed you with raw meaning.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was his purpose, as if it was the sole thing he was created for, to kiss you, to perfect the imperfect shape of his lips against yours. He held you in his arms as if you would disappear from his life if he didn’t grasp you a bit tighter, any closer than his limits ever allowed him to. Lo’ak, he never truly knew the raw, open definition of love until you came along, and gosh when he learned, he discovered he loved you profoundly, persistently. He loved you as if creation itself would somehow collapse if he did not see you, kiss you, hold you, love you like it would be the final time.

Slim fingers grazed beneath the fabric of your shirt, coming in contact with warm skin and their way home on the small of your back. You smiled into the kiss, your joined breaths becoming the single thing you needed until you were gasping for air. Your eyes fell to the brisk rise and fall of his chest while he quickly brought the mask to his face with a small grin, but the knowledge of this being somewhat your doing did something to you.

You knew he could hear the rhythm of your heartbeat: clamorous and wavering yet certain and alive for him. You wondered if his heart beated for you in the same sense yours did. Did his heart prance a beat every time you came into his view, even for the slightest bit? Did the tame and steadiness of its beating soar tenfold?

Gazing up at him — a pure curiosity swirling your hues that made him tilt his head in wonder — your palm fell over the bareness of his chest, and there it was.

Swift and ferocious and completely out of Lo’ak’s control. It swarmed you with excitement, knowing that even with the change of age and edge of maturity he’d gained, this pulsating heart of his became much wilder and unpredictable, and some might say that was the nature of a creature.

But the Na’vi weren’t just some creatures with said natura prey and predatory tendencies. They shared what humans had in common — they were a being that thought, felt, spoke, bled, and breathed. But most importantly, they were imperfect and flawed. Lo’ak once thought himself the product of imperfect and flawed, but never saw the greatness of it. Not until you saw him for who he openly was, and taught him to accept his indifferences, including the differences and similarities between you two.

You wondered if his heart reacted the way it was because of those prenatural differences of his, or if it was because of you.

As if hearing your inquiry, his smile grew, all five of his fingers curling around your wrist, pushing your palm deeper against his chest.

“It’s you.”

Every vigorous and melodic beat declared testimonies of his affections for only you. He yearned for those testimonies to be seen, studied, embraced, and returned by you. Just you. Always you.

His heartbeats were not the only part of him speaking, if not that unconcealed hopelessly in love gaze he gave you.

You peered at his hands, the way his pinky slightly entwined with your smaller one, then peered down at your lap. A tiny smile fiddling with the corners of your lips at the boy’s long legs being tangled in your blankets as well.

“I think you’ve got a staring problem…”

Then, an unvoiced — but very well known — confession was uttered. 3 words in the English language, each individually without much significance and even put together, it did not have a greater meaning until living among the People in Pandora; three words that when threaded together they turn into the most purposeful phrases to ever leave one’s mouth. 3 words even in the Na’vi language, voices in times of authority, respect, recognition, understanding. You’ve heard the term being said by them, yet something about Lo’ak saying them directly towards you carried an entirely different meaning for you felt it the second he spoke it into existence.

Oel ngati kameie.

I see you.

An expression that while it had great power, it too had a vulnerability, a glimpse of one acknowledging and seeing who you were within. As equal or more strength than the words, ‘I love you.’ Though the way Lo’ak said it so confidently to you, a human with so much conviction brought no ounce of doubt in your mind when they met your ears. There was no hesitation, no need for reassurance because if you knew one thing about Lo’ak now, was that he was certain of what he knew, of what he felt, of what he said. The words left him as if second nature, and you’d be sure he would shout it to all of Pandora if he had the chance to. And perhaps he would.

It was a well known certitude : Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan sees and loves you wholly.

Your lips fell ajar, eyes a bit broadened. Your heartbeat intensified, and if felt like it would have detonated out of your chest right then and there, splay all over him with every ounce of your emotions, envelop him with your entire soul and being that longed to be by his side until you drew your last breath. You then realized you’d been awfully quiet, remembering that despite his confidence and cockiness, Lo’ak happened to be as much of an overthinker as you were.

Your eyes darted between his, searching only for the answer to be evident: a wondrous amount of certain love within their golden shades.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, fingers playing with the little growing curls sprouting from the upper nape of his neck as you asked him, “You see me?”

“I see you. I love you.” His head bobbed absentmindedly, the closeness of your forehead causing the single braid on his temple to sway not only across his brows but yours as well.

You giggled softly through the warmth blossomed in your chest at his added words, touch dancing across his skin. You stared at Lo’ak for a moment, seeing him.

Your voice found itself, and that foreign phrase you’ve wanted to reveal to him finally transpired. Liberating it felt to say it, genuine, strong, familiar as if you were meant to say it to him. It felt, was, and is as real as you and him. As real as anything that ever came to be and will be after you.

There it was. The chirp of his cute ears, the swivel of his tail, and that lively, precious smile revealed itself to you. The brightness of it illuminated the feelings in his ember orbs, velvet blue skin beaming with the very light of himself. Just as you returned his expression, his body shifted and so did yours when he decided to lift you in his arms and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him when his head gently fell over your shoulder.

The twines of his hair brushed across your neck as he tried nestling himself deeper into your warmth, showcasing a sense of vulnerability while whispering the words all over again just for you, and maybe to himself as well, to hear, to remember this moment.

“It’s kinda late, Lo… shouldn’t you be going home?” But your arms snugly wrapped around his neck while your hands held his head close to you.

“I can spend the night here with you, baby...”

“But what about you breathing—”

“I’ve got a mask, and I’ve got you. That’s enough for me to stay with you…please?”

You smiled softly at him while patting his head and sighing. “Fine…c’mon, you big baby boy.”

You laid down, and while Lo’ak was far larger than you, he made it work in laying carefully with you, trapping you in his embrace beneath the covers to which he didn’t seem to mind having on him — they were quite comfortable, and it didn’t fully cover his body unless he curled himself a bit. But he nor you did not complain, of course, because it was worth being in each other’s arms.

His braided head tucked beneath your chin, the point of his ear flickering lightly against your cheek. His nose twitched over the column of your throat inhaling your fragrance that was full of his own. He let himself slide a bit down in order for his head to lay over your chest, his soul entangling within your heart’s beat as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You loved him like this. He was free to hold, free from worries and grief, free from the forceful weight of filling the place of his brother and being the son of Toruk Makto on his shoulders. It was easy to forget that he was just a young soul wrapped in the chaos Pandora found itself in so very often due to the Sky People.

And he considered herself fortunate to have found solace within you. The unique, slow, and sweet rhythm your heart faintly sang against your rising chest, each jitter and pulse absorbed by his enhanced senses.

A frustration he cannot yet fandom is the fact that his own heartbeat is more rapid, stronger than yours, so strong you felt it travel through your body at this very moment. It irritated him a bit at how he couldn’t control it to match his girl’s tune. So instead, to not depend entirely on that mask he now and then reached for, his breathing tried and achieved synchronizing with yours; deep, unwavering, sound and steady...a favorite lull of his.

You wondered when was the last time he had fallen asleep this fast, gone long without the mask — either way, you’d wake him when the time came. You caught a glimpse of who Lo’ak once was as he rests against you; pure, outgoing, care-free, hardheaded and insecure. You’re reminded however, Lo’ak was still all those things. Because of you. You were the remains for every ounce of care-free and bright soul he had up to this day.

One declaration was well-known and certain in you as you were lulled to sleep by both your synced breathing and thriving heartbeats: Lo’ak sees you in a way no other would and in the same profound way you see him.

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🎀 : 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌! — 🤍

Thank you so much bb🥺💗

[bambithewriter]

You know I will, babes💗💗💗

M. - Ma karyu, ma tutepe

Lo’ak(21) x female omatikaya reader(22)

Adult Lo’ak pic is made by the amazing Cinetrix💗

Summary: In which the Sully family returns after staying with the Metkayina for seven years. Lo'ak isn't the same teenage boy he was before leaving the Omatikaya clan. He returns a man, a fully grown Metkayina warrior. Now, he must learn the ways of an Omatikaya warrior and pass his rite of passage. Who else can teach him other than one of Omatikya's finest warriors?

Content: MDNI, 18+, angst, fluff, smut, student/teacher trope, reader is the "golden girl" of the clan, Lo'ak is known as a “badboy” due to his rebelliousness

A/N: A part of the Avatar fandom wishes for fics that have more than just smut. I thought that with the relative small amount of Lo'ak fics I'd start a series that not only includes smut but also angst and fluffy moments. This idea has been in my head for awhile and I'm so excited for this. This will be my first time writing a series so it will be a new experience. I am in love with the title. It translates: My teacher, my woman…

Taglist: Let me know If you wish to be added🤎

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Two cake theory also means your small underrated fic can be someone’s comfort fic

[bambithewriter]

🎀 : 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌! — 🤍

Thank you so much bb🥺💗💗