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Eetu x Sarentu!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 4 - Predator/Prey)

A/N: I'm so sorry I feel like this sucks ass, I love Eetu like he might genuinely be my favourite rn but I could not get flowing with this

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu

Synopsis: After you help Eetu give his Ikran, Zomey, the heartfelt goodbye she deserved he feels a bond with you that can't be compared to the members of his own clan. He offers you whatever he can including hunting and tracking lessons to help you in your fight with the resistance against the RDA.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI! Eetu being a little shit, teacher/student dynamics as well as predator/prey dynamics, brief dry humping, fingering, squirting, Eetu being kind of condescending but in a sexy way, minor breeding kink mention, minor male masturbation, 2.9k words

You’d been on a constant journey of relearning since being broken out of the RDA facility you were raised in by So’lek and his team from the Resistance. Relearning your instincts, your clan’s history, your home and yourself.

Becoming close with Aranahe was one of the things that really helped you on this journey, mostly because the Aranahe introduced you to Eetu.

Eetu was complex and exciting, he thrived in the forest in a way that you only wished you could grow to emulate and taught you more in your brief time together than you could have imagined. His energy was infectious, bored by the traditional and seeking action through every action with his Ikran Zomey. You found that to really get along with Eetu, to break through his walls and become, dare you say, friends, you had to find a game to play with him and if you did that and if he liked the way you played.. He would open up.

You suppose that’s why when he was ready to say goodbye to Zomey, the one person he wanted to be there with him was you. To this day you still feel nauseous at the smell of fortune’s fruit, a guilt that you can’t shake making your stomach turn despite the reassurance from Eetu that you had nothing to feel guilty about.

It was later that day over a shared meal of some spiced hexapede meat hunting and prepared by himself that Eetu had offered his help to improve your hunting and tracking skills, something he’d expressed boredom about previously as a stranger but now as a friend he was eager to propose. You had accepted his help more than eagerly, knowing deep in your heart that you needed his help more than anyone else’s.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as your light steps drifted along the forest floor, Eetu had taught you quickly how to lighten the impact of your feet on the ground to make your approach borderline undetectable on hunts. It wasn’t a particularly hot day on Pandora but the pressure of wanting to succeed and even more to impress Eetu made your skin burn hot. The small, loose hairs that escaped your tied back hair clung to whatever damp skin they touched instantly and made your skin itch with the tickle of constant contact.

As you crouched over the last remaining footprint in the trail Eetu had left you, on purpose to make tracking him easier, you resigned yourself to attempting to pick up his scent in the air. It seemed your Karyu was playing games today, trying to make the hunt more challenging. You quickly caught his scent in the air, he always smelled like a mix of sweat from the physical exertion of hunting and the nectar from swamp hives, something he used in the polish he made for his bows and knives.

Following the scent trail of your Karyu proved easy enough once you caught it but before long you came to a riverbank where the scent began to dissipate. Suspecting Eetu had used the cover of water to hide his scent, you approach the edge and crouch down to search for signs of disruption in the mud. There’s a heavy silence in the air only broken by the flowing river, running your fingers along an odd break in the mud of the river bank you try to look for a matching disturbance across the water when a sudden, sharp tug on your kuru makes a choked gasp escape your throat and the unmistakable feeling of a cool blade pressed against the delicate skin of your neck causes your back to tense with the tension of a well strung bow string.

“If I were RDA, you would be dead already taronyutsyìp”, the sound of Eetu’s voice immediately put you at ease despite the blade still pressed against your skin but it also caused irritation to prickle along your spine. He had tricked you. You hadn’t heard any sign of his approach until it was too late. That damn show off.

“You played unfairly, Karyu, purposefully making yourself harder to track.. the RDA are not that smart”, Eetu’s deep chuckle sent a shiver down your spine and a flush began to creep up on your cheeks from his remaining grip on your kuru, he was the only one other than yourself to touch that part of your body in a way that wasn’t meant to cause pain and every time it happened you felt shame at the yearning that stewed in your gut.

You feel the heat from Eetu’s body surrounding your own as he crouches behind you, the muscles of his chest barely brushing against your back when he leans close to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You were doing well, I have to say, I was almost worried” the grip he has on your kuru is dropped and the knife against your throat is sheathed in his knife holder as he continues speaking “Almost, taronyutsyìp, until you turned your back and didn’t pick up me approaching you. Then I knew I had won, once again” the smirk on his face is unbearable and it makes you shake your head in annoyance.

“You cheated”

“Ah, Sarentu, your words wound me” you feel Eetu move away from you, leaving a chill from his lack of warmth. Quickly getting to your feet you watch as he makes his way back into the cover of the trees, his tail swaying with satisfaction that forces your next words out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Let me try again, I want to win this time”

Eetu’s ears twitch with interest as his feet stop their path ahead instead moving to turn his body towards you once again. His eyes roam your body from head to toe, taking the time to look you over as he thinks about your words before a large grin stretches across his face.

“Eetu, what-”

“10.. 9..”

He approaches you slowly, like a stalking thanator approaching its prey and it makes an unexpected thrill shoot up your spine. Your ears and tail betray you by standing straight up, showing straight away how intrigued you are by this little game and yet your feet remain stuck in place. Eetu’s brown raised, surprised at you standing your ground and he takes a purposefully large step towards you.

“8.. 7..”

You stare him down the closer he gets, a sudden confidence taking over you and a great need to make Eetu look as stupid as he makes you feel half the time.

“6.. 5.. 4.. 3..”

He’s close enough now that he could reach out and grab you if he wanted to, but you know him well enough by now to know that he won’t take the easy way out.

“2.. 1..”

Eetu lunges towards you, intending surely to push you into the river but you avoid him at the last second, crouching close to the ground and snarling at him in a playful take on an aggressive display. His grin widens as he nods to the forest, giving you the time to begin running before he can get to you.

You take off with a sprint, running as fast as your feet can carry you yet you can still hear Eetu close behind you. Your heart pounds in your ears and when you chance a glimpse back to see how much breathing space you have a startled yet amused scream bursts from your lips at the sight of Eetu so close.

The impact of his body hitting your own makes your head spin almost as much as the sudden tumble you both take down the hill that you were trying to avoid while running away. Eetu quickly pulls you against him, pressing your face against his muscular chest as his thick arms circle you to protect you from as much impact as he can.

Eetu lands on top of you at the bottom and you’re thankfully cushioned in the plush foliage of the forest as well as the soft muscular coils of his arms. You’re both panting from the exertion and the thrill of the chase, you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this is.

You look up at Eetu, his hair is ruffled and despite the tumble a grin is still present on his handsome face. His eyes are gentle as they gaze into yours and he can’t hold back the fond thoughts that plague his brain about your beauty.

“You lose again, taronyutsyìp” You roll your eyes as you attempt to sit up, ready to bite back at him once again. This is your usual song and dance, tease, tease and tease some more until one of you ends it and you both return to hometree to eat together by the warmth of the fire.

You shift underneath Eetu, hindered by the weight of him on top of you as he refuses to move.

“Eetu, get off you skxawng-” A sudden groan startles you and you freeze in place, looking up at Eetu with wide eyes full of concern at the thought of accidentally hurting him.

Eetu fights a losing battle with himself, his attraction to you combined with the adrenaline of chasing you like he was hunting a nimble arrow deer had his cock harder than it had been since his teenage years and your cute little thighs unknowingly brushing it every time you tried to get more comfortable under him wasn’t helping in the slightest. Etuwa told him that he was a skxawng, that he should just say something to you and express his interest in you the normal way. But the adolescent rebelliousness still lingered in his brain and he knew that wouldn’t satisfy him, so he settled for teasing, being stupid with you and hiding his feelings behind condescension and sarcasm.

Your ears pin back in concern, hands reaching for his face to smooth back his hair as your eyes flick over every inch of him you can see in this position. A concerned whine rips from your throat before you can stop it and the desperation in the sound is enough to break Eetu’s strength entirely. May Eywa strike him down during the next thunderstorm for his selfishness.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Eetu kisses you with all the force he has, hands cradling your body so delicately that he could swear they weren’t even his own, unable to remember the last time his hands were used so gently. He waits for a bite, scratch, kick.. something that expresses your disgust at his actions but instead he feels your hands in his hair, encouraging him closer until his chest is pressed against yours and his arms are flexing with the effort of keeping his full weight off of you.

You have no time to worry about your kissing talents, your only experience with kissing being with Nor when you were still in your early teens. Eetu grips you like you’re the only thing keeping him present on the planet and you grip him just as tenderly. Every teasing moment, every grip and hit and stupid comment has been leading you both directly here. Eywa was clearly playing a game with you both, pulling your strings while you pulled each other’s.

Eetu pulls back as little as he can to allow you both breathing space and his head falls to your neck, the ache of his hard cock getting more painful the longer it’s forced to be confined in his tewng. His hot breath warms the skin of your neck and for a brief moment you feel the sting of tears filling your eyes, overwhelmed by how incredibly intimate this all feels.

You feel his breathing match your own as you bask in each other’s presence and you think twice before breaking the silence.

“Thank you.. for making me feel like a normal na’vi”

“You’re welcome.. but you aren’t a normal na’vi”

An offended gasp escapes you and your hand comes down with a dull smack against the back of his head. His snickers fill the air as he pulls back to meet your eyes.

“You are not a normal na’vi” His eyes search your own, full of something you try hard to convince yourself isn’t love for fear that would make you delusional. “A normal na’vi would not make me feel like this.. make my heart pump with all the vigor of hunting a wild thanator, make my brain so clouded that all I can do is act like a skxawng..” A shaky breath rattles through your chest as Eetu drops his hips into your own, the unmistakable outline of his covered cock settling against your covered cunt, embarrassingly damp from his kiss.

“I would never desire a normal na’vi the way I desire you”

Your ears ring at his admission and you gape up at him like a fish out of water desperately trying to find the words to express your feelings and match the intensity of his own confession but all your brain can seem to muster is a shaky gasp of his name and a roll of your hips to meet his own.

Eetu groans at the pressure your movement causes, rolling his hips in return to be rewarded with a moan of your own. He rises onto his knees, pulling you with him to settle in his lap as he holds you. He feels the warmth of your cunt through both of your coverings, slick beginning to seep through and wet his thick cock where it sits inside his tewng.

You feel Eetu’s fingers pressing into the skin of your hips and your own scramble for somewhere to hold as he begins forcing your hips to move against his own. Settling your hands on his shoulders, your sharp little nails dig into his hot skin leaving marks that you have no time to worry about at the current time. The feeling of his hard cock catching your swollen clit forces a sob of pleasure and frustration to rip from your throat, desperate to feel his burning skin against your own.

Eetu, sensing your frustration, quickly works to remove your tewng. Laying you back on the ground once again as soon as you're uncovered from the waist down. He double checks your comfort, looking you up and down as you lay back in the grass and he’s disappointed that this encounter won’t last as long as he’d like purely because of the location. He would love to play with the plump set of tits you hide behind carefully crafted chest coverings and he yearns to spend from sunrise to sunset with his tongue buried as deep as it can reach inside your flushed, dripping cunt.

Your swollen clit peeks out from between your pussy lips, your entire cunt covered in a shining film of your slick that continues to flow under Eetu’s wandering eyes. His rough hands grip onto your thighs, forcing your legs wider and squeezing the fat of them tighter when he hears the sweet little sound of your wet pussy slickly spreading for him.

He keeps your left thigh in his grip as he brings his right to your pussy, two fingers tracing your entrance and collecting your slick to help ease them inside of you, immediately curling to press against the swell of your g-spot and his thumb rubs delicate circles into your clit.

The pleasure is overwhelming, almost causing your legs to snap shut if it wasn’t for Eetu’s grip keeping them spread. His fingers hammer into your g-spot causing you to see stars, this was a feeling you had never been able to give yourself and you’re sure you could never replicate.

Soon Eetu’s third finger slips in amongst his others without much resistance at all, you’d never been so soaked in your life and the squelching noises coming from your cunt was so obscene that it caused your face to burn from the noise of it.

With a particularly rough rub of Eetu’s thumb against your clit you feel your mind go completely blank, your legs trembling as your hand slapped against your mouth to try and contain the high scream coming from you. Clear liquid sprays from your clenching cunt as you cum around Eetu’s fingers, wetting the length of his straining forearm with obscenely loud splashes. The string of moans each hit against your g-spot forced out was totally uncontrollable, his fingers seemingly moving lightning fast to keep you cumming until there was nothing left to force from your pussy.

Dragging his fingers from your pulsing walls he brings them straight to his mouth and sucks your wetness off with a feral groan. Cock twitching from neglect and interest at how incredible it would feel to have that same pulsing of your walls against him, he presses his hand against his covered cock to try and give himself some relief. The thought of emptying his heavy, full balls into your sweet cunt combined with the taste of your slick on his tongue is enough to make his eyes roll back in his head as his hand dips under his waistband and begins jerking himself to completion.

“Eetu..” His head snaps down and his eyes meet yours, his spit slick digits slipping from his mouth as he groans your name and his large rough hand strokes his hard cock as well as it can behind the constriction of his tewng. You’re stuck in place at the debauched sight, cunt still twitching with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“Want you inside me Eetu, please..”

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madebythe-0-cean · 1 year ago

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Warmth & Rest

So'lek x Sarentu!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 1 - Somnophilia)

A/N: I should preface this by saying I've only ever written smut a whopping total of 1 time and I was 15 or 16 so as a soon to be 23 year old this will only be the 2nd smut I've ever written 😬

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu

Synopsis: So'lek is more injured than you both had first thought and the dapophet pods that you retrieved for him could only do so much. His injury, the approaching RDA and the enveloping darkness force you both to retreat to a mossy cave in order to rest before making the remaining trek to Resistance HQ. Sharing a sleeping space to preserve body heat seemed like a good idea to begin with but awakening and feeling the soft curves of your body pressed against his brings feelings forward that So'lek thought he wouldn't feel again.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, So'lek's sass, low-key corruption kink??, hints at touch starved So'lek, So'lek grinds against reader and touches her while she sleeps so if you don't like that then don't read this but honestly the somnophilia is very little of this fic, solo male stuff, Dom So'lek and Sub Reader, 1 count em 1 spank of the puss, fingering, squirting, p in v, 3.4k words

A group of Sarentus, frozen in time by sky people technology for 16 long years. A botched rescue mission resulting in a split group. A dislocated shoulder, now healing as a result of the dapophet pod so eagerly retrieved for him that he could still taste the acrid tang of on the back of his tongue. Darkness approaching and RDA around every corner. While this may not have been the worst day in his life it certainly wouldn’t make his top 10 list of best either.

Although the trek to Resistance headquarters wasn’t necessarily a long one, So'lek's pounding head, the ache in his shoulder and the clumsy steps of the more tawtute than na’vi trailing behind him were making the trip seem uncommonly strenuous.

“Maybe we should stop?” Your voice breaks through the silence, concerned at the occasional wince that cut through the air from So’lek’s lips when he was forced to move his previously dislocated shoulder. “The RDA.. and your arm, we should-”

“The RDA are exactly why we need to keep moving, we can not be caught off guard” His refusal to look at you while speaking caused irritation to bubble under your skin and the aggravated flick of his tail drew your eyes in. Watching as it moved, betraying his emotions, you silently wondered if at any point since you had ‘woken up’ your own tail made your feelings known so obviously. If it had flicked to attention at the frustrating man in front of you calling you ‘Sarentu’, if it had swayed behind you in a delicate swing when he broke his stoic image and promised to gift you with a new songcord. A sudden, harsh hiss of pain snapped you out of your daze and seeing So’lek gripping his shoulder made an uncontrollable huff of annoyance escape your lips.

“We must stop So’lek. You are in pain!” Instead of arguing or completely ignoring your concerns this time he paused, his ears seeming to twitch with each individual thought that ran through his head.

The sound of distant shooting made his decision for him and the deep hiss that ripped out of So’lek’s mouth made an unusual feeling burn in your belly. “Come, there is a place… a halfway point not far from here. We may rest there until it is light once again.”

This ‘halfway point’ as So’lek had called it was no more than a deep cave filled with soft green moss that cushioned your every step and a few stray RDA issue containers that at one point may have some supplies but presently lay empty and useless.

“You may make yourself comfortable, Sarentu” His patronizing tone caused your ears to twitch back defensively and you itch to turn your back on him and retreat to the furthest part of the cave to get away from him but the look of pain on his face as he attempts to remove his modified RDA vest keeps your feet planted in place. Closing the gap between you both you reach for the straps yourself and begin to help him.

The feeling of your cool, soft fingers unintentionally dragging against his skin while you help remove his vest makes So’lek’s muscles tense and brings to the front of his mind that, although being covered by more fabric than himself, you were unused to the climate of the outside world.

Feeling So’lek shift under your hands you looked up from his straps to find him already looking back at you. “Come, we will set up a place to rest in the moss. It will help to keep us warm while we wait for the light” All the softness of his sentiment is ripped away just as quickly as So’lek himself rips away from you and you watch as he removes the vest without struggle now that the straps are undone. “Quickly, Sarentu, we don’t want you to freeze after the effort of retrieving you.”

You roll your eyes and scoff but join So’lek in the soft cushion of the flat circle of moss present in the middle of the cave. Laying down on your side you purposefully turn your back to him and try to get some rest all the while feeling So'lek’s gaze on your back.

Movement on his right causes So’lek to rouse from sleep and he immediately notices the pressure of your body against his along with the persistent shivers racking your body, your back is still facing him but your tail has betrayed your unconscious search for his warmth by curling around his thigh, the small tuft of hair on the end brushing against his abs at the top of his tewng.

The cave that housed you both was now completely dark apart from the slight bioluminescence of the undisturbed moss and the tanhi that were gently shimmering on both of your bodies. So’lek surmised that it had been, at the most, 3 hours, since you’d entered together and when he shifted to his side in order to better share his heat with you he was happy to feel no pull or pain from his previously injured shoulder.

Another shiver racks your body and before he can stop himself his hand makes its way to the skin of your hip where your demon chest covering had ridden up to expose your skin. He watches his hand moving in what feels like an out of body experience, thumb stroking the delicate glowing tanhi that dot your skin.

Despite what you perceived earlier as irritation from him, the truth could not be further from what you thought. When the dreamwalker, Alma, came to So’lek and begged for his help with her mission to the RDA base he wasn’t expecting the abandoned Sarentu to even be there let alone for them to be alive. Then you, the last of the remaining Sarentu to wake… you looked at him with such curiosity, your tail flicking to attention when he spoke to you, he felt an undeniable urge to be close to you. It was the first time in many cycles that So’lek had felt this attraction to another, the last time being briefly before the battle of the Hallelujah mountains which had left him much like yourself.. without a clan to be a part of.

After only a few minutes of sharing his body heat with yours, So’lek feels your shivers stop and your body relaxes into his grip. Your tail makes content, sleepy little brushes against his abs and your breath huffs out with gentle purrs.

Content that you’re feeling a lot more comfortable now compared to when you accidentally woke him, So’lek allows his eyes to drift closed in an effort to fall asleep once more and get more rest before making the remaining trek to Resistance HQ.

Silence surrounds you both and the cave is peaceful once more, his breathing begins to even out but before the sweet relief of sleep can wash over him, the combination of your tail’s insistent movement continuously brushing the band of his tewng and the feeling of the soft curve of your ass pressed so close to his cock makes it twitch to life with interest.

Beginning to remove himself from you, ashamed of his body’s depraved reaction to the little amount of contact between you, he’s stopped by a pitiful whimper at the loss of his heat and a firmer press of your body against his in your unconscious effort to make sure he stays close.

He really doesn’t mean to roll his hips into the plush flesh of your ass, doesn’t mean to press his hard cock against the print of your pussy through your uncomfortably rough RDA shorts. But the reward of your sweet little whimper makes him do it again and again until his tewng is painfully tight and all the friction against your pussy is causing a damp spot to darken your shorts.

Uncomfortable with the pressure of his tewng keeping his dick constricted, So’lek fights with himself for less than he’d like to admit before loosening the strings and holding back a groan as he takes a hold of his throbbing, flushed cock. Pre-cum beads heavily on his blushing purple tip and he knows that if he were to check there would be an embarrassing amount clinging to the inside of his tewng from the simple stimulation of humping against you like an animal.

Smoothing his rough palm over his sensitive head forces a hiss to escape his lips but the lubrication of his pre-cum gives his hand a glide over his cock as he begins to jerk his hand over his length, tightening his grip in a poor emulation of how tight he can picture your inexperienced pussy clenching on him would be.

So’lek reaches for you again, needing to feel some sort of contact between you before he lets himself cum. It’s been so long that after only a dozen strokes of his cock he can already feel his heavy balls drawing close to his body, begging to release his load.

Pressing close to you once more, So’lek can now feel the damp outline of your puffy cunt against his bare cock. The thought of how sensitive you must be to get so worked up with so little contact makes him dizzy as he works his way between the soft grip of your thighs.

So’lek’s hand clamps onto the bare skin of your hip too hard to recover from and when he hears your sleepy mumble asking him about what was going on he can feel the sting of embarrassment spreading through his body. He begs Eywa to grant him mercy, prays for you to fall asleep before you can realise what he’s done so he can withdraw himself and hide his shame but Eywa shows him no such forgiveness.

“So’lek..?” You call out, still trying to break through the haze of sleep that continues to cloud your mind.

“I’m sorry, Sarentu, I don’t know what possessed me” So’lek’s deep voice cut through the darkness, snapping you out of your half asleep daze and the feeling of his big, rough hand removing itself from your hip helped to solidify your consciousness further. The burn of where it once was making you instantly miss the feeling.

Your body aches with need, stimulated beyond anything you’d felt before and it hurts now that So’lek has stopped.

“So’lek..” The last time you’d felt this ache in your gut was during your early teen years when you’d developed a fleeting attraction to Teylan but even that didn’t produce the pulsing need coming from your damp cunt or the slick seeping through your shorts. “Please do not stop now… it is hurting”

So’lek huffs out a growl at your words, sounding as if he was experiencing pain when in reality it was the pure, unbridled desire that you ignited in him forcing the sound out. “And where does it hurt, little one?” His large hand suddenly cups your aching cunt through your shorts and you whimper at the feeling of the seam pressing harder into your swollen clit, desperately pitching your hips into his hand to make the feeling last.

“There! So’lek please, do not torture me!” An embarrassed burn heats your face at the pathetic sound of your own voice but So’lek is only encouraged by how eager you are just feeling his palm against you.

“Mawey, Sarentu… Mawey” He brings his hand away slightly and swiftly brings it back to your cunt with a dull smack, the feeling and sound being dampened by your shorts. “I’ll make the hurt go away, do not worry” So’lek moves his hands back to your hips and grips them in his hands as he encourages you to roll onto your front, settling on his knees behind you and eagerly ripping your shorts down your thighs. The friction of them against the delicate skin forces a defiant hiss to escape you and in response, So’lek’s large, rough hand wraps around the base of your tail and gives it a harsh tug.

A pathetic whine escapes you as So’lek’s forceful grip brings your back end up into a perfect arch and you are painfully aware that with your tail out of his way, So’lek is now being gifted as clear of a view of your most intimate part that he can achieve in the low glow of the mossy cave that houses you both.

“Ma’Sarentu…” He growls over the words as he witnesses you so incredibly flushed and wet just for him.

The feeling of So’lek’s fingers parting your slit furthers your embarrassment but only serves to make your cunt pulse and clench under his intense gaze. “So’lek, p-please stop looking there-”

He interrupts you with a deep chuckle and your hips subconsciously jolt back towards him looking for something to finally get rid of the ache.

“Why should I, Ma’Sarentu? It is mine to look at” You knees threaten to buckle at the possessiveness behind his words. In your life you’d been denied so many milestones and experiences that dot the life of a normal Na’vi and So’lek calling you his made your natural instincts scream out for him.

“Yes!” You borderline yell at him, tears filling your eyes “Yes it is- I am- Yours! I am yours”

So’lek shushes you as he sinks his long index and middle finger into you, causing you to squeal as they immediately brush against a part of you that has never been touched by even your own fingers. The feeling of your warm cunt clamping tight to his fingers makes So’lek sigh your name and forces him to give his cock a firm tug to relieve some of the pain from his neglect.

Your fingers desperately search for grip in the soft moss cushioning your body as So’lek’s fingers bully their way against your g-spot again and again, forcing punched out whines from your throat that you can’t find control over. Each thrust and curl and scissor of his fingers makes the steady growing pit of need in your gut all the more noticeable and for a moment you’re convinced you might just explode from the intensity of all the feelings that consume you.

So’lek watches, a man possessed by the sight, as your soaked pussy leaves a creamy ring gathering at his knuckles and your body trembles from the punishing pace of his fingers. He feels cruel for drawing out your ache, knowing that you most likely won’t cum from penetration alone, but he can’t contain the part of him that yearns to see you so desperate and submissive for him while hating the idea of this coming to an end too quickly.

“You are… the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Sarentu” A broken sob falls from your lips as So’lek finally presses his thumb to your throbbing clit, an uncontrollable string of “Thank you” breathlessly escaping you. A few lazy, firm circles is all it takes for your cunt to spasm and gush around his fingers but So’lek makes sure to bump and curl his fingers against your g-spot to drag it out, forcing stream after stream of clear fluid to splash over both of your thighs and the moss beneath you until your voice gives out mid scream of his name.

You pant for air, the intensity of your first orgasm making it feel hard to get enough air into your lungs. Your head feels heavy, your arms feel weak and So’lek can feel your legs quivering with the threat to give out. Taking pity on you, shaking under him like a leaf, So’lek moves you onto your back.

Blinking rapidly to clear the haze from your eyes you stare up at So'lek's form hovering over you and despite having him practically rip your orgasm out of you not 5 minutes prior you feel your stomach flip with nerves as he leans in to kiss you. The flat of his nose brushes against your own and his lips meet yours, his kisses expressing more than he could with his words if he tried.

So’lek pulls back first, leaving you chasing his lips for more as he laughs his deep, hearty laugh at your eagerness. “Ma’Sarentu..” His breath tickles your lips as he speaks “I must have you.. but only if you are ready to have me..”

How could you refuse? With So’lek looking at you as if you were sent to him by Eywa herself you were sure there was never anything in your life that you wanted more than him. “So’lek.. I need you..”

Your pretty face only flushes more as So’lek hooks your leg over his hip and holds it in place while his free hand takes his painfully hard cock and runs the head through your sloppy folds. You’re sure that your skin must be glowing purple when he catches your oversensitive little clit with his motions and can’t hold back from laughing at the jolt that takes over your body.

So’lek’s cock throbs in his hand as your slick coats his sensitive head and when he finally feels the relief of your tight cunt gripping him while he pushes into you, he can’t hold back the borderline feral noise that rips from his throat.

“Ma’yawntu, you were made for me..”

Forcing himself to take it slow takes a level of self control that So’lek struggles to reach, your pussy is gripping him so tightly in its wet warmth but he knows he can’t push you too far too fast. Bringing his hand between your bodies, his fingers find your swollen clit and slide over it with precision that makes your head spin and your cunt relax enough to take more of his length.

By the time So’lek manages to fill you completely all that can escape you is a choked off scream. His cockhead is crammed against your g-spot while he rolls your clit between his fingers and the incredible weight of his length inside of you makes it feel as if he was always meant to be there.

So’lek starts with shallow thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you with the brutal pace his body craves to fuck you with but the sound of his cock plunging in and out of your wet cunt is making it hard to hold himself back.

It’s a boost to his ego how quickly he feels the same twitch around his cock that he felt around his fingers not long ago and he doubles his efforts to aim his cock against your g-spot with each thrust, punching broken moans out of your throat with each hit.

Feeling you cum around his cock is better than So’lek could have imagined, you tighten impossibly around him making it hard to keep thrusting with the grip your pussy has on him. His ears pin back as he snarls, desperately holding back from cumming inside you as you scream for him.

You watch So’lek pull from you and can’t stop your eyes from widening when you see the size of his cock. The beginnings of the light of day are starting to creep into the cave giving you a clear view of your slick coating his impressive cock.

Firmly gripping his length he immediately tries to match the pace he was fucking you with his hand, his grip is a disappointing comparison to the clamp of your cunt around him and he’s sure that he’ll never find pleasure easily again if it’s not from being buried deep inside you.

So’lek’s half lidded eyes gaze down at you, the wet sound of his hand gliding over his cock filling the cave along with both of your heavy breathing. He’s being given such a beautiful image to jerk his cock too, one he wishes he could see for the rest of time when he closed his eyes. You’ve propped yourself up onto your elbows, purple flush painting your body with your legs spread wide where he was pressed against you and to top it all off your sweet puffy cunt was still dripping for him, overworked and overstimulated while drooling slick out of your used hole.

The animalistic noise that rips out of So’lek’s lips makes your own ears pin back and your cunt pulse around nothing. You feel the first shot of his cum land on your inner thighs before he reaims and purposefully shoots the rest of his fat load onto your pussy. Claiming you as his.

So’lek pants as he twists his wrist, squeezing every last drop from his cock until he’s sure he has none left to give you. He can’t bite back the smile that crosses his face seeing you covered in his seed, a smile that comes across in his voice as he admires your used pussy.

“You are mine now, Sarentu.. No one else will ever feel you like I have”

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madebythe-0-cean · 1 year ago

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Hey💗 I was wondering if you could write a rotxo oneshot where reader and him kiss for the first time. Sadly there's not much rotxo on Tumblr😔 I would really appreciate if you write it💕

Ofc girl! I love writing for little Roxy he’s so cute. Your so right, there is not enough Roxto on this app sadly 😔

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“Hey Roxy!” You yelled, noticing your boyfriend across the beach. You were planning on going for a swim today. But your plans were soon discarded by your boyfriends presence. Letting your feet move you, you ran towards him letting the wind blow your hair every which way. The sun was particularly hot today, this causing the sand to burn your feet. But the running helped, so you weren’t too worried.

“Y/n!” He yelled back, watching your figure grow closer by the second. As you stood in front of him he took in your presence, it wasn’t unusual for him to become anxious by you just standing here. You were intimidating, and he loved every second of it. People called him your little bitch, but he didn’t mind it. He loved it in fact, he loved being yours. Your presence warmed him, and his senses heightened by your scent.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, admiring your out of breathe state. You were already sweating before you started running. The sweat dripped down your coarse neck, leaving a trail down the length of your body.

“I was planning on swimming, but now I can swim with you!” Excited you didn’t leave him any time to argue. Quickly grabbing his soft hands, and pulling him into the warm water. Almost stumbling from the sudden movement, his arms turned to jelly at the feeling of your touch. Your skin was warm and delicate. You were a delicate flower in his eyes, too beautiful for this planet and it’s people.

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Running out of the water you quickly looked behind you as your mate was chasing after you. The water splashing behind you, signaled to you he had gotten closer. Picking up the pace you ran too fast and tripped on the hot sand, causing you to fall backwards and right under your mate. Stopping his movements he came to your beck and call “Y/n are you ok?” He asked, rushing to your side.His hands came to the sides of your head, bringing it up for him to see. A worried look flooded his expression, anxious that his mate got hurt. “Do not worry about me Roxy” you assured your mate, not wanting to worry him.

Looking into his eyes, you noticed a subtle sparkle in them. It turned you on, wanting more of it you turning your gaze to his soft pouting lips. You had this urge to kiss him, but you didn’t want to frighten him. You knew how sensitive he could be, he was your precious mate. Though you didn’t quite know what to do, it didn’t matter. You darted to entangle your lips with his. Catching him by surprise, he was hesitant at first but soon kissed you back. Letting your taste overflow his senses. You tasted good, and he wanted more. Holding you closer into his embrace, your position rapidly changed. You were now sitting in front of him, with your hands wrapped around his neck. But your lungs had decided to fail you at the worst timing. Coming up for a breathe, your chest heaved in anticipation. Waiting for what was about to happened next, the sun had hit your amber eyes. Causing you to squint in front of your mate. Pulling back, his chest also rose and fell. You had never kissed him before, it was new to the both of you. Smiling at him you sent a tingling feeling down his spine, your hands still resting on his shoulders. “So am I a good kisser?” You asked, a smirk growing on your soft features. “Yes you are my love” he said, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

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madebythe-0-cean · 1 year ago

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Found this one in my canva dump & decided to post it anyway ... Not a fan of how it turned out but the Hufweticaya enjoyers gotta eat

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seashells | rotxo x fem sully!reader

— one shot

requested by: anonymous

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @junkfoodcinemas

summary: After your family seeks Uturu with the Metkayina, you find yourself getting closer to the free-diver named Rotxo.

a/n: I somewhat used the way Rotxo's actor described him while writing. Also, to whoever requested this one shot I'd like to apologize if this isn't how you imagined it. I struggled thinking about what he would do to embarrass himself since his character is rather mature to me.

The first thing you noticed after getting off your Ikran was the way the sand felt in between your toes. It was soft like the moss in the forest, not as rough as the bark lining the trees you once jumped around on and warm from the sun beaming down on it.

As your father and mother started moving their way towards the Metkayinas you worked on untying a basket from your Ikran. As you perched it against your hip, Kiri made her way over to you and grabbed your hand.

Despite her hardened face, you could tell she was scared so you gave her hand a small squeeze before moving behind your brothers. The steady increase of Na’vi surrounding your family had you stepping closer to your mother’s back, pulling Kiri in closer in the process.

You weren’t a fan of the heavy gazes from each clan member as they assess you and your family. Two boys around your age made their way through the crowd and walked around Neteyam and Lo��ak.

Their laughter filled the air as they pointed at their tails. Your family’s autonomy was odd and unfamiliar as theirs’ was to you. Wide ribs and arms with a tail that was flat along the sides without any hair. You couldn’t help but study the closest boy to you.

His short hair fuzzed up on his head as he stood next to the taller boy with a braided bun. You found yourself intrigued by the light blue color of their skin and the strips that wrapped around their body. Strips that you noted almost looked like waves in a way.

“Do not, Rotxo. Ao’nung.” The sudden new voice pulled you from your thoughts, only to see the boy you were looking at holding your gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you were quick to look away. He was pretty.

You stayed close to your mother as the Olo’eyktan, Tonowari, and Tsahik, Ronal, made their way towards you. After you gave your greetings, Tonowari began speaking. “Why do you come to us, Jakesully?”

“We seek Uturu.” Ronal was quick to interject. “Uturu?” She eyed her mate with a disbelieving look. “A sanctuary for my family.”

“We are reef people.” As Tonowari spoke, you watched Ronal look over your family. You remember your father telling you the story of when he first met Grandmother…you wonder if this was how he felt.

“Their arms are thin.” Ronal stated while observing Tuk. You suddenly felt a sharp pull on your tail, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth. Out of instinct you pulled back and your hold on your basket slipped which caused the contents to spill on the ground.

The Tsahik eyed you then the flowers and plants that scattered the sand. Quickly, you dropped to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Tsahik.” Tonowari could see his mate falter for a second before turning towards Kiri while continuing.

“You will be slow in the water.” Her large hands grasped around Kiri’s small wrists and yanked them up. “These children aren’t even true Na’vi.” You saw her feet step around you and the remaining fauna on the ground towards Lo’ak. “They have demon blood!”

Your collecting was halted and you glanced down at your hands. Four fingers…not three. As your father gained the attention back on him, Neteyam appeared next to you and quickly packed the rest of the flowers in as gently as he could before helping you back up.

“I was born of the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt. We will adapt.” It took some time but the Tsahik finally agreed. The Uturu was granted and after the Olo’eyktan stated his children would help with the learning, you slowly stepped forward.

“Tsahik?” Your voice was low and you dipped your head when she gazed down at you as you extended the basket you held. “I did not want to come empty handed. The basket holds flowers, leaves, stones, and vines that I thought would be a good ‘thank you’ gift.”

You shifted from foot to foot and inhaled deeply, trying to keep your voice steady before looking up at her. “The ones I picked out where the ones I found are easy to make clothing from. They are also very pretty.”

It felt like eternity before the warrior took the basket for you. “I apologize for the quantity. It started off full but we had encountered a storm whilst traveling and many fell into the sea.” A low hum fell past her lips before she perched the basket on her hip and turned around.

A long breath left your lungs as she walked away and you looked to your father and mother with a large smile.

Rotxo was the first to notice your absence from the group and looked around. He asked the others where you had gone and after getting a confused response from Ao’nung about who you were and an alarmed one from the brothers and Tsireya he decided to back track.

His eyes scanned the coral for any signs of you until he finally spotted you hovering around a patch of coral. One hand full of different shells that had caught your eye while the other shifted the plants around in search of more.

He remembered from yesterday that you offered materials to make clothing and came to the conclusion that you had gotten distracted by the new materials to work with. And he was right.

While you had initially started with following everyone, your attention got grabbed by the different shells you saw scattered around the ocean floor and coral. You couldn’t help but start collecting which ultimately led to you getting left behind.

As you gathered more in your hand Rotxo watched how your hair floated around your head and the difference from your dark blue skin to the light of the ocean. He couldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t intrigued with you because he was.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he suddenly saw you drop the shells and push your way towards the surface. You got so distracted by the new material that you didn’t realize you were running out of air until your chest started burning.

Out of sheer panic you launched to the surface but hadn’t realized how far down you were. Your heart smashed against your ribs and you desperately clawed your way to the surface until you suddenly felt large arms wrap around your waist.

As you finally got air in your lungs once more, your hands were firm on the shoulders of the one who saved you. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” The soft voice caused your ears to flick as you opened your eyes to see Rotxo. He had saved you.

After a few seconds of looking into his light eyes you couldn’t help but start laughing, causing your head to fall back. “I can’t believe I almost drowned because I got distracted by shells!” You said in between laughs and large breaths.

Rotxo loosened his hold on your waist to allow you to move slightly away although you still kept a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at you with a soft chuckle and as you calmed down you looked back at him with a large grin.

“Thank you for saving me. Though this is rather embarrassing.” He shook his head. The smile on his face did not falter as he responded. “No need to be embarrassed. The coral is rather beautiful.”

You nodded with his statement as you floated further from his grasp, your eyes looking down at the water trying to find the shells you dropped. Rotxo heard a small hum pass your lips as you did. “Maybe I should get a small basket to collect?”

The boy smiled as he watched you squint your eyes to see past the moving water. “Perhaps we should save the shell hunting for later? You still have much to learn.” In an instant your eyes snapped back to him while going wide.

“Oh, Great Mother! I’m so sorry.” As you started slowly swimming towards the rest of the group, Rotxo followed with a laugh.

You were quick to notice that Rotxo brought peace and understanding to the group. No matter how many times you or your siblings got something wrong he never had an ill word to say or a scoff to release.

He never said a mean word or sent a side glance after the initial meeting of your family. He was as gentle as the waves you found yourself laying in while looking up at the sky.

It had been almost a month since you first came to Awa’atlu and you spent the majority of the time with the boy learning their ways and with each passing day you found yourself thinking about the Metkayina.

As if Eywa heard your thoughts, the boy that took over your mind made his way over your floating body. His face created shade from the sun that heated your body and the water below. “Rotxo.”

You said with a large smile while standing up, your legs still knee-deep in the water. He matched your expression while holding his hands behind his back. “What are you doing here?” You said while tilting your head. “And what’s behind your back?”

The boy shifted his weight as his cheeks began heating up. His once light blue cheeks tinted a deep teal while he spoke. “I–” He cleared his throat. “I have a gift for you.” The words came out fast with nerves at your unwavering eye contact.

“For me?” Rotxo met your eyes once more with a small nod before shifting his hands around and pulling a free one in front of him. “Give me your hand?” His question was hesitant, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and without a second thought you raised your hand with the palm facing up.

The action caused the boy to smile more. Ever so softly, the boy’s free hand cupped the underside of yours. His skin was soft, oh so soft. Yet strong. You couldn’t help your fingers twitching around his hand as he did it.

“You’ve been working very hard and have improved a great deal since you first came here and I wanted to celebrate your passing of retrieving the shell.” He watched as your grin grew tenfold over the praise.

He knew you had been nervous about diving for a long time after your slip up the first time in the water and after hearing you passed from Tiserya he wanted to get something for you. You watched as he pulled a filled sack from behind his back and placed it in the palm of your hand.

“While you did your test with Tiserya I swam around and gathered seashells I thought you would like. I wasn’t quite sure which would be good for weaving so I picked up an–” His words were cut off when you launched into his arms.

The sack locked firm in your hand as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh Rotxo, thank you!” With your chest pressed together, both were able to feel how fast your hearts were beating at the contact.

His large hands encased your waist and back as he pulled you closer. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short when your ears picked up laughing from the shore. “Oh look, Rotxo and the freak are gonna kiss.”

As the two of you separated, you saw that the boys were the ones that hung around Ao’nung. They were mean and cruel. They were not like Rotxo. The boy looked over at you with a solemn expression at the use of "freak" before grabbing hold of your hand and making his way back to the shore.

Away from the boys. “Aw don’t leave.” One said while they jogged over. “Yeah, it’s not everyday one of our own starts courting a demon.” You tightened your hold on Rotxo’s hand as he quickly tried getting the two of you away.

Rotxo was kind. Gentle. Perhaps too much in fact when it came to other people. He didn’t wish to pick sides, he wished to get you away. However, he knew the wish was too easy as you got harshly yanked back.

“Look at her fingers.” The sudden pull of your hand caused the bag of shells you held to tumble into the sand. “Leave us alone.” Rotxo softly said while you pulled your hand away with a small hiss. “Why? What if we want to hang out with her as well?”

The boys laughed as they started circling around the two of you. Rotxo puffed his chest out as he stepped in front of you. “Let us pass.” This time, the boy’s words held a bit of bite that masked his uneasiness.

The one that shared a similar hairstyle, yet unkempt, to Rotxo scoffed. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll make us pass.” His words shook as they came out, causing the boys to laugh. With the small distraction, Rotxo quickly spun around and used his tail to slap the leg of the boy out from under him but grabbing your hand again and running.

You two didn’t get far, however, when one of the others tackled Rotxo, sending the two of them into the ground. You watched as Rotxo struggled under the boy's grip with a bleeding nose before you jumped on his back with a hiss.

Using all your strength you rolled over and kicked his back when he was on top of you, sending him into the ground behind you. You were quick to scramble up and take Rotxo’s hand.

“Quickly, Rotxo!” Not expecting the strength you possessed resulted in him falling back into the sand after getting pulled by you. After a few seconds he managed to get his footing once more and the two of you took off in the direction of your family’s Marui.

You and Rotxo sat in silence as you tended to his nose. After reaching your Marui and seeing it empty you decided to aid him. His eyes were downcast and his ears flat. “Rotxo, what is it?” You finally asked after you finished cleaning his nose. “I’m just sorry. I suppose. Embarrassed maybe?” He said in a soft voice. His eyes not moving from the floor.

“I tried standing up for you and it ended with us on the floor. Tried being like Ao’nung. You even lost your shells because of me.” You leaned forward and softly grabbed his hand. “Rotxo, it was not your fault.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “I should’ve fought them to protect you. I should hav–”

“No.” You were quick to cut him off. “No, you did everything right. Mindless violence breeds more mindless violence. There is nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about.”

You brought your other hand up and cupped his cheek so his eyes would meet yours. "You handled the situation the way you felt comfortable with. Not like Ao'nung, but like you."

His large eyes stared into yours which resulted in your heart to pick up. In the blink of an eye your lips gently pressed against his for a few seconds before you pulled away; your hand dropping away in the process.

Rotxo’s cheeks darkened as his wide eyes stared at you, but this time you were the one with the downcast eyes. Too afraid to see his reaction. Silence filled the air for a moment before he softly said your name.

When you met his eyes once more he whispered. “I See you.” A large smile graced your lips as you instantly replied. "I See you."

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madebythe-0-cean · 1 year ago

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Girlfriend!kiri sully hcs

Rated E

Love language is giftbgiving and we find that out very early on when she starts giving you random things before she has the nerve to ask you out

Little flowers she’s collected, brackets she’s made, hand woven pieces of clothing

Very quiet in front of others but when it’s just you she opens up so much it’s crazy

Yap city Fr

Only ends up actually asking you out after one of her brothers had goaded her into believing they were gonna as you put if she didn’t (it was lo’ak let’s be fr)

Asks you by bring you foraging with her but really it was just an excuse to get you alone

Gathers flowers and gives them to you while pulling a whole nervous ramble confession

“Okay so ik we’ve been friends for a while but I don’t want that anymore. Wait not that I don’t wanna be your friend I love being your friend you’re a great friend it’s just. Like I like you and I mean well obviously I like you we wouldn’t be friends if I didn’t but I-“

Takes her a minute but she gets there

Despite her giving love language being gifts she loves to receive words of affirmation

Practically purrs when you tell her how good she’s doing, how strong she is, what a good healer she’s gonna be

Isn’t huge on pda at all and I feel like she tries to hide it from her family for a little bit but like once she tells them they’re like “we know?”

“Guys me and —— are dating” “Baby girl you come home giggling everytime you two hang out. Why do you think we stopped letting her sleep over? ”- Jake

After that does get better ABOIT being affectionate in public but not by much

In private tho, like honey on fingers she’s stuck to you

Plays with your hair, hoping your hand, leaning on you, laying in you

“Kir can you move just a bit” “No” “I can’t feel my arm.” “Then it can’t bother you that much”

On that note so sassy once she’s comfortable like she cannot hide how she’s feeling with her face and she doesn’t even try with her mouth

Which makes for one of two out comes when shes jealous

Despite her willingness to give a dirty look and speak up she’s definitely gonna need reassurance once your outta the situation

One- “she’s taken” deadpan voice, arm around you waist staring down who ever decided to get a little to cozy near you.

Two- just silent seething watching you interact with someone who clearly isn’t her. So much so that eventually the person excuses themselves just to escape her glare

“They’d probably be better for you than me anyway.” “Kiri no body wants them, your perfect for me and I don’t want anyone else”

Don’t take much you could tell her”that man isn’t shit” and she’s be like okay :)

Slow soft kisser

Refuses to initiate in the beginning but once she’s comfortable she’ll make any excuse to get you alone and kiss up on you

Cradles your jaw and places a hand on your hip, let’s her fingers trace lazy shapes on them

Lives for a peck, she might have healer duties but all them bitches can stay sick if you haven’t given her a kiss goodbye yet

“Babe your gonna be late” “then come here faster??”

Can’t cook sorry

Tried her hardest learn but it won’t be edible so don’t even try

The pandora equivalent to pigs wouldn’t be at what she makes

But she can hand make things, will weave you baskets or sow you blankets what

Light sleeper like super light sleeper. Surprisingly the only thing that won’t wake her up but instead puts her too sleep is the sound of her father and brother’s snoring

Sometimes Jake gets home early and takes naps, snores could shake down fruit from a tree but the sound of them will make her sleepy

Comfort thing tbh

Not a morning person because of this, she wakes up too many times at night for anyone to try and wake her up early

Only person who can do it without receiving death threats is you, neytiri, and tuk

And tuk is only cause she’s little and she’s feel bad threatening a child

“Kiri you have to get up” “fine :(” - you and her

“Kiri you have to get up” “I will skin you alive if you do not leave this cot in 5 seconds” - her and lo’ak

So grumpy but once she eats she’s fine

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Boyfriend! Neteyam hcs

All under the cut

Rating- E

Definitely so super nonchalant in the beginning

is trying so hard to seem like he knows what he’s doing

He does not

As y’all ease into it tho he def gets more open about what he wants and likes

Going from a “yeah if you want to” guy to a “I will not take another step until you’re hand is in mine”

Despite not having lots of dating experience he does have lots of flirting experience I mean look at him the whole village has tried get at his ass

Smooth as fuck when he wants to be I promise you

You flirting back tho?

“Is it hot in here? I feel like the temperature is rising?”

Can’t take it, wink or even flutter you’re eyes at him and it’s a wrap

Clutching his chest, pretending to get light headed,he doesn’t know how to act

He especially doesn’t know how to act when he’s jealous cause like he isn’t used to feeling that

Neteyam is the oldest, and practically considered royal. Bro had everything first and can get most things with smile and good manners

So him being jealous wether it’s someone else having your attention or someone garnering for it

He is just as confused as you are practically

Def gives dirty looks like mean dirty looks (him and his brother got a nasty side eye)

Is not afraid to walk up to you and whoever you’re with that’s pissing him off and excuse the both of y’all

Jealousy fueled make out sessions !!!

He got that nice tight grip on your waist with one hand and the other is right behind your head like top of your neck just moving your head in sync with however he feels like kissing you

Same thing if he’s stressed like don’t worry about thinking for yourself for a bit cause he’s gonna do all the work and he’s gonna be doing it for a while

Usually though making out with him is so gentle and slow and just sensual even if it doesn’t lead to anything more

Neteyam lives such a fast paced life that he loves to take his time with you when he can

Brushing hair out of your face, holding you gently by the front of your neck(with those big ol hand lawd)

So respectful too he never lets his hands roam until yours start to cause then he feels like it’s even ground lol

Normal kisses are pretty soft too for the most part

A peck on the cheek or your temple

Definitely kisses your knuckles and fingertips, don’t play

Though I feel like he’s not big on PDA

people are always watching him considering he’s next in line for head honcho duty so I think he likes to keep as much of his life private as he can

Private doesn’t mean secret though cause trust he’ll make people know that you’re his, he’s just not boutta be all over you all the time.

So good at giving back messages

Loves to play with your hair at night before bed

Look at that man and tell me he doesn’t have a bed time skin care routine

Idek if na’vi have skin care but looking at him you’d think so

And if you didn’t have one before him you will after

It’s y’all’s time to wind down before bed

Big blanket hog so be ready to fight if you wanna stay warm

Also makes no sense cause he’s a frickin furnace

Def twitches when he sleeps like he’s being electrocuted

at first you thought the little ones were cute but now when he’s practically seizing in bed while taking a nap you just cringe

Shit looks painful

Morning person unfortunately

Will try and make you a morning person but if you aren’t just get grouchy enough and he’ll figure out to leave you alone for an hour or two

One of those weirdos that likes to work out in the morning

Tries to get you to do it with him

If it works- he’s ecstatic literally loves doing anything with

If it doesn’t- just sit on the sidelines and watch him get all sweaty you can’t loose

Totally knows how to cook, and he loves to make breakfast

Also loves to come back from a hunt and watch you be like “wow you’re so strong baby”

“Heh yeah you know I do what I can” feels like the shit for the next hour until lo’ak bully’s him enough that his head deflates a little bit

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