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oakbuggy · 2 months

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THIS IS TRULY SO WELL WRITTEN OH MY LORDDDDD

IM FERAL FOR THIS FIC!

Missed Lessons

Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 6 - Heat Cycle)

A/N: Later than I had hoped but it is finally complete, my magnum opus, my first Tonowari fic

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu @pandoraslxna

Synopsis: Tonowari placed an incredible amount of trust in you when he asked you to assist him in teaching the Sully family the ways of the Metkayina. He placed the reputation of the clan on your shoulders. When he finds out from his son that you didn't show up to Jake's Tsurak training with no explanation and no sign of you at your Marui the concern of your friend mixes with the disappointment of your Olo'eyktan. That is, until he manages to catch a whiff of your scent leading from your Marui.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, bullshit about the Metkayina culture that I made up heavily using Māori culture because there's not a whole lot of information on the Metkayina but I know the Māori culture was a big inspo for them, reader being in heat, random lore about heat cycles that I will not be expanding on, no reference to Ronal but Ao'nung and Tsyeria exist so it's up to you, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, oral (fem receiving), p in v, creampie, breeding kink, I'm feral for him I stg, 3.8k words

You and Tonowari had been close throughout your lives, spending your childhood days running across the warm sand of your home Awa’atlu. You had passed your rites together, became adults in the eyes of your clan together, danced around the fire after drinking too much kava made from the fermented, sweet fruit that could only be harvested from the swampy inland of your home. So when the time eventually came for Tonowari’s father to step down as the Olo'eyktan, you were the one to crush the rare shells that you’d painstakingly collected together and fashion them into a beautiful, glisting paint that sparkled when the light of the fire hit it and the one to paint the delicate swirls and waves of ceremonial importance onto him all the while berating his skxawng ass for not sitting still.

Tonowari trusted you with his life and everything in it. So, when the winged creatures of the mountains far to the west arrived with a family of na’vi hailing from the Omatikaya, your eyes were the first he met and it was your nod of approval that solidified the Suli family’s place at Awa’atlu.

It had been a quarter of a cycle since that day and the clan had become well adjusted to the family of forest people, leaving Tonowari to gradually withdraw from training Tsyeyk Suli and give more attention to his duties as Olo’eyktan once again. A discussion between the three of you ended with Tonowari granting you the responsibility of training the once great Toruk Makto in his efforts to learn the ways of the txampay taronyu (Ocean Hunter) and more importantly how to master the riding of the viscous Tsurak, a milestone all Metkayina must meet while passing their rites.

Teaching Tsyeyk became a daily task of yours, one that you excelled in if his progress was anything to go by. In fact, if you pushed him enough, Tsyeyk might go as far as to say he’d made more progress with you than with Tonowari himself and you took an incredible amount of pride in that.

Your clan observed a special community kinship, sharing duties equally based on talents and specialities. Whakairo (Carving), Raranga (Weaving), Tā moko (Permanent Marking/Tattooing) and Txampay Tìtaron (Ocean Hunting) being the most respected. Every adult in the clan contributed what they could and shared responsibilities amongst themselves.

In the many cycles Tonowari had known you, you were not a person to skimp on your responsibilities. A skxawng? Maybe. But Eywa herself couldn’t drag you to the lows of disappointing your clan. You knew for a fact that being so close with Tonowari meant that your actions and reputation reflected on him, so when the warm tones of the evening sun began colouring the sea and Tonowari was assisting the late returning tarpongu (hunting party) with distributing their catch he was surprised to hear his son calling his name.

“No one has seen her today”. Despite the irritation bubbling inside him by the fact that you had left Tsyeyk with no help for the day, concern for you itched under his skin and forced him in the direction of your Marui to check for you himself.

His concern for you only increased when he noticed your privacy coverings were still pulled shut and when he entered your home only to see it a complete mess it was all he could do in his power not to yell for you like a wild man. Your belongings were rifled through, strewn across the floor. Your portion of the community meal laid untouched near your sleeping mat, it had been long enough that the uneaten food was congealed and filled his nose with an unpleasant smell.

Taking a deep breath to try and scent you through the overwhelming smell of rotting food he was able to catch a faint trail of your distinct scent leading from your home, a strange, staggering sweetness clung to the inside of his nose as it mixed with your usual smell. It clouded his senses, made an unfamiliar prickling sensation appear along the back of his neck and spread down his spine all the way to the base of his tail that swayed with unease.

As Tonowari followed the trail of your scent through the humid, dense mangrove forest of your village he thought back to the last evening meal, were you even there? Did he actually see you engaging with the clan at any point? If you were there, how could he not have noticed that something was clearly wrong? Wrong enough for you to disappear for almost a full day.

Bile churned in his gut at the thought of something awful happening to you because of his nonobservance, blaming himself immediately for whatever state he would find you in.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the back of his neck despite the cooling air of the evening, the loose curls that cascaded his back in a delicate waterfall were beginning to stick to his slick skin.

Taking another deep breath of your scent, Tonowari was able to follow the trail to the edge of the water where it suddenly dispersed, indicating to him that you’d gone into the water. It wasn’t until the first spits of rainfall began to hit his skin, the cool shock breaking through the cloudiness that seemed to have settled over his mind the moment he smelled that strange sweetness to your scent, that he realised just where he was and where you would most likely be.

In your teen years, before he was Olo’eyktan, before either of you had even begun to think about your Iknimaya, you’d gone exploring. Past the swampy inland together, through the mangrove forest and to the edge of the water at the other side of the island. You’d quickly spotted a rocky outcrop in the distance and before he could convince you it was time to turn back you’d already dived into the water. He remembers rolling his eyes, calling you childish, hiding his real feelings about how pretty you were with water clinging to your lashes and slicking your hair back before jumping into the water with you. You spent the night together camping in the hidden beach of the outcrop, laying by the fire and talking about your futures. It was the night you promised to paint him for his ceremonial induction as Olo’eyktan when the day came, picking an iridescent shell out of the sand and vowing to make the paint yourself with the shells from your special outcrop.

Hanging his heavier, more ornate items of clothing over a branch after he removed them, Tonowari feels a literal and metaphorical weight lift from his shoulders. How long had it been since he’d been here last with you? Surely before he became Olo’eyktan, before his life became an endless cycle of being the most important person in the clan, weighed down by his duties, responsibilities and the representative clothing that he still didn’t feel he carried like his father once did.

Left in his tewng with his knife still sheathed at his hip and his songcord blending into the heavy leather fringe, Tonowari runs his thumb over the small shell you gifted him so many cycles prior before diving into the water and making the swim to your outcrop.

Tonowari took care to enter your space slowly, if you were injured or ill then you’d most likely react to his presence negatively. Entering the cave of your outcrop, he feels the water of the sea begin to dry against his skin as the lit fire inside warms him.

Taking a deep breath of your scent, Tonowari finds it almost unbearably strong in this area, the strange sweetness clinging to you is stronger here too. It’s thick in the air and it makes an unfamiliar ache radiate through his kuru, trickle down his spine and spread throughout his body.

His jaw ticks in thought, he’s never reacted like this to your scent. Never reacted like this to A scent at all.

A deep, rumbling hiss rips through the air. Vibrating through your vocal cords in a warning grumble that makes Tonowari’s hand instinctively reach for his blade, his fingers barely brushing the hilt before he’s knocked off his feet. His head throbs with the collision on the sand but the sensation can barely push to the front of his mind through the pulsing of his heartbeat in his ears and the feeling of your burning hot skin scorching his own.

Your pretty eyes don’t hold their usual warmth as you glare down at Tonowari and the cool, sharpened tip of your knife threatens his Adams apple, for a moment he’s convinced that you aren’t even aware of who he is from the way you’re snarling at him until you speak.

“You should not be here! Skxawng!”

The harsh tone of your voice echoes through the mist that your scent placed over his mind and his earlier irritation boils up again tenfold.

“You would hold a knife to your Olo’eyktan?”

“To my Olo’eyktan? Of course not. To the Skxawng that followed me out here though?”

Tonowari snarls at you, a noise you’ve never heard in the cycles you’d spent together. It’s so out of character that even Tonowari himself looks shocked at the authoritative noise before his expression hardens once more and he pushes you off of him, sending you back on your ass in the sand with your knife dropping with a thud beside you.

Your ears drop back uncontrollably, a whimper slipping out before you can stop it at the way Tonowari stands over you. You’d seen him shout, yell and berate people before that deserved it and it had never caused a reaction like it was causing from you right now. If you were in your right mind, not overtaken by the swirling intensity of your heat, then you would have had more fight in you.

Tonowari immediately notices your subdued nature and takes a chance to properly look at you. Your hair is unkempt, loose from it’s usual neat updo, your skin is flushed with such a deep colour that he worries for a second you may be suffering from sun sickness before he notices the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

Your breath is quick as Tonowari looks at you, every second around him is harder for you to get through and the heat in your gut is burning hotter than the fire lit beside you.

“Y-You need to leave Tonowari. You cannot be here.”

Tonowari’s eyes drop to your clenching thighs and it finally clicks for him what is happening to you, maybe he really is a skxawng. His irritation, the heat burning him from the inside out since he caught your scent, the odd sweetness clinging to your scent even from such a distance creating a fog in his mind. It was all because of your heat.

“Your heat? How is your heat here? It is not mating season and you..”

An irritated hiss rips out of you uncontrollably and you glare at Tonowari with whatever fierceness you can muster when all your heat riddled brain can tell you to do is submit to this dominant presence.

“What? I am unmated? You think I do not know that? Why else would I have come out here by myself?”

Getting to your feet quickly you busy yourself with brushing the sand from your body that clings to your sweat slick skin.

“You could have come to me for help. Or the Tsahik”

“Do not be ridiculous. What good would that have done?”

A growl of frustration leaves Tonowari’s lips and it takes all your remaining strength to stay on your feet and not immediately fall to his but the tell tale signs of your submission show themselves anyway. Your ears drop once more, your head bowing forward and your eyes refusing to meet his. Your fists clench with defiance but you can’t hide how Tonowari is only making the effect of your heat worse.

Your slick is flowing uncontrollably and it has been since you picked up Tonowari’s scent coming towards you. The truth was that your avoidance of group meals and your duties was purely due to Tonowari and his lingering scent being present in every part of your village. Even your own Mauri.

“You need to be filled”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the thought, almost going braindead over the image that plagues your mind of Tonowari sitting you on his fat cock and plugging you full of his cum.

“Do not be so crass, I will survive without it. I would be doing just fine if you hadn’t shown up”

The waver in your voice makes Tonowari take a step towards you, he sees your ears twitching and listening for his movements but you make no move to stop him so he takes another and another until he is directly behind you.

For a second there is silence and he basks in it, it reminds him of your simple shared childhood, when you could be with each other from sunrise to sunset without anyone bothering either of you. He thinks to himself that if he’d never been born into this family of his, if he’d grown to be a simple fisherman or weaver instead of the Olo’eyktan then maybe.. maybe the courage to approach you like this would have came without a push from nature and maybe, just maybe, you would have been his long before he’d had children with another.

Tonowari clears his throat and it startles you for a moment before you feel his large, rough hands settle themselves on your waist. The sensation of his skin against yours so purposefully forces a gasp from your lips that you can barely convince yourself was meaningless.

“Perhaps.. I really am a skxawng like you say-”

“You know I don’t mean anything-”

“Mean anything by it or not, it’s all you call me by anymore.”

Shame burns in your throat and your eyes sting with the prick of tears as Tonowari continues voicing his thoughts to you.

“Maybe I am a skxawng.. but I have never, ever questioned the will or the way of Eywa.. and I know in my heart you have not either.. so to end up here, your scent enticing me and finding you in heat despite being unmated I..”

A fond smile spreads across your face as you listen to Tonowari speak, cycles and cycles of being Olo’eyktan had taught him how to speak to crowds and how to speak to the clan but yet in this moment he was reduced to the mild mannered boy you used to know.

“Perhaps it is Eywa’s will..”

Tonowari sucks in a breath at your words, waiting for you to accept or deny his thinly veiled confession.

“And who are we to question Eywa?”

You gasp as Tonowari spins you to face him, a giddy smile spreading across your face to match the one on his own. Tonowari smashes his lips to yours in a kiss so passionate it makes up for all the years of dancing around each other, the way his tongue licks into your mouth makes an embarrassingly loud whine escape you and you worry for a moment that he may feel the rapid beat of your heart against his chest that’s pressed against your own.

Your body is burning hot against Tonowari’s and he’s almost certain the shape of you will be scorched onto his skin like a brand when you finally pull away from him. He can feel your breath getting shorter and more laboured the longer he kisses you but the real sign that your heat is well and truly taking over you is the almost buckle of your knees when he purposefully presses his knee between your thighs and against your soaked cunt.

Taking the brunt of your weight, Tonowari hooks your legs around his waist and lays you back in the sand. The stretch in your hips forced around the thickness of his waist will surely burn once you’re in your right mind once again but for now the only thing you can focus on is the pressure of your closest friend's rock hard cock pressed against your pussy.

You’re so distracted by finally feeling Tonowari’s fat cock pressed against you that you don’t recognise him reaching for your discarded knife until the cold blade is touching your skin, immediately becoming foggy from the pure heat coming off of you. In a swift series of movements your clouded brain can’t keep up with, Tonowari slices through the material of your tewng and the delicate beading of your chest covering. The cool air finally hitting your body only gives momentary relief from the heat eating you from the inside out.

Tonowari feels the pressure of your thighs squeezing around him and he drops his hips into your own, the roughness of his tewng against your bare cunt bringing a startled squeal of pleasure from you and your clit pulses overwhelmingly at the minimal contact.

Large, rough hands grip the backs of your thighs and force them higher, almost bending you in half as Tonowari settles between your plush thighs. Your slick coats every inch of your pitifully swollen and neglected pussy, your swollen, pulsing clit begging for attention from between your lips.

Your voice comes out in a whiney rasp and you barely sound like yourself in the way you beg.

“Please! Please! Please!”

Tonowari takes a moment to admire you fully, every part of you begging for him and him only, before he gives a firm lick through your folds. His wide, rough tongue licking from your slick dripping entrance to your twitching clit forcing a breathy sob to rip from your throat and your back to arch almost painfully as you grip onto his hair.

Purring against your soaked cunt, Tonowari licks up every drop of your slick he can to savour the taste of you on his tongue. The obscene sounds of his tongue lashing against your wetness combined with your high whines fills the air.

You feel Tonowari suck your sensitive clit into his mouth and your hips automatically rock towards his face. His right hand reaches for your plump tits, tugging on your pebbled nipple in rhythm with his suction on your clit as the fingers on his left hand trace your entrance, teasing your clenching hole by pressing the tips in ever so slightly.

Tonowari growls into your heat as he feels your rough tug on his hair but he relents and lets you feel like you have some power from gripping and pulling him until his lips meet your own once again.

Moaning at the taste of your slick on his tongue, a possessive part of your brain is elated at the thought of him tasting like you, smelling like you, being a part of you. Parting from the kiss you can barely catch your breath, little whimpers huffing against his lips as he stares amusedly down at you.

“It hurts, ‘Wari”

A large hand brushes the sweat tangled strands of your hair out of your face, cooing at the tears wetting your lashline while his other hand works on positioning his cock at your entrance.

Tonowari rubs the head of his cock between your lips and over your clit, picking up a combination of your slick and his pre-cum that makes pressing into you an easy feat.

Crying out at the stretch, the conscious part of your brain in the deepest part of your mind is relieved that you didn’t get a good look at Tonowari’s fat cock before he started pressing into you. He was easily the largest man you had ever been with and you felt like he was ripping you in half the further he pushed inside but your heat and your dripping cunt just wanted more.

Tonowari feels your heels digging into the meat of his ass, encouraging him deeper despite the gentle wince on your face.

“You can take it, ma’yawne”

Your mouth parts in awe, a choked whimper rumbling from your chest as he finally reaches the hilt. You can feel his heavy balls pressing against you as the tip of his thick cock kisses your cervix.

Tonowari’s eyes lock onto your own as he begins thrusting, each drag of his cock against your gummy walls threatening to send your eyes rolling so far back in your head they would never return to their normal position. You swear you can feel him hitting your stomach, knocking the breath out of you as each thrust gains momentum and knocks against your g-spot with unimaginable precision.

Reaching for your clit, he rolls it between his fingers as he kisses at your neck and shoulder, selfishly biting at the flesh to mark you as his as if the scent of his cum stuffed inside you wouldn’t ward off any idiot who came around sniffing at you.

The brutality of his pounding thrusts only increases with each punched out whine he receives from you as a reward. He can feel your cunt tightening around him every time his head bullies its way against your g-spot and with renewed vigor he viscously rubs his fingers over the sensitive nub of your pretty little clit.

Your vision goes white for a moment, your ears ringing and when you finally return to your body you hear a high pitched wailing that you’re shocked to realise is coming from you. Tonowari continues his pounding thrusts, each one punching out another gush of cum from you and a fucked out noise from your throat.

Digging your nails into his shoulders you peer up at him, eyelashes clumped together with tears that you can’t hold back any longer.

“Need you to cum inside, want you to fill me up ‘Wari”

Large hands grip onto your hips, tight enough ,you’re sure, to leave ugly discoloured bruises that you’ll wear around the village with pride. Tonowari's thrusts are animalistic as he chases his release, mutterings of a wild man talking about the image of you round with his next child. Tits plumper than usual full of milk for the baby.

Hands leaving your hips, they slam into the sand next to your head. A punched out snarl leaves him as he finally allows himself to cum inside of you so deeply he’s sure not a drop will spill out.

Tonowari’s nose brushes against your own, a gesture almost too intimate in comparison to the way he just ravaged you. You bask in the silence, breathing each other’s air and feeling each other’s heart beats as the sweat cools on your skin and the mist clouding your mind finally settles.

You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you and you watch a fond smile stretch across Tonowari's face, the smile lines at the edges of his beautiful eyes crinkling and reminding you of how long it has taken you both to finally get here.

“Nga yawne lu oer..”

You stroke his hair as you smile up at him, the love of your life, your best friend.

“Skxawng..”

#romancingpandora2024 #tonowari smut #smut #tonowari x reader #atwow #avatar smut

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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I AM COMBUSTIN, THE WAY THEY TALK IS JUST HEDHJAJSAJN, THE DIALOGUE, THE INTENSITY

Stepbro!Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dirty talk, stepcest, mentions of masturbating, in public, mentions of oral, cum eating, voyeurism (?), Lo‘ak being a flustered mess, perv!Lo‘ak

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Lo‘ak art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

"You know what I like?"

Your voice is calm and quiet, words whispered into Lo‘aks ear as you lean against his side and his gaze flicks up and around the gathering. Everyone seems to be busy, his mother and father deep in a conversation with some of the clans eldest. He swallows nervously, his voice just as quiet as yours.

"What?"

He takes a handful of berries and pushes them past his lips, trying just a little too hard to appear unfazed by the fact that a little skin to skin contact with his what dad called step sister sent his heart racing.

"That wet slippery noise when you jerk off and think I'm sleeping."

Lo‘ak almost chokes on his food, sending him into a coughing fit that draws the attention of Neteyam and Spider to them that sit just a few feet away. Worried eyes fall on him before he gets himself under control again.

"What!?"

"I said, that wet–"

"I heard you! Great mother, I- I just I- What!?"

You giggle and lean even more into his side, an innocent gesture that catches Jake’s attention from across the fire. His father smiles, glad to see that his son treats the new addition of the family with such kindness. If only he knew…

"I have to admit, it gets me pretty hot", you tell him, batting your pretty long lashes as you look up at him and Lo‘ak isn’t sure if this is actually happening right now. He’s not sure he can actually hear you or if he’s hallucinating. You don’t seem very fazed by his stunned expression and the sheer horror on his face as you keep going, unbothered by the fact that if Neteyam or Spider or literally anyone around them decided to pay closer attention to them, they would hear what you were saying.

"I figured you'd be the type to be more sneaky about it, you know. But jerking off like that when I'm laying just two and a half feet away, Lolo? That's brave, even for you."

Lo‘ak swallowed. His throat made an odd noise of it‘s own when he tried to talk, so he cleared his throat, his hands clenching and unclenching and fuck, there was sweat beading on his temples and—

"It's not like I really mind or anything", you went on and great— great mother your hand is on his knee and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves just an inch further up his thigh. "I get antsy myself if I don't scratch that itch at least once a day."

"Once a day?" Lo’ak bursts out before he can even think about it. "Daily's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"You tell me. I haven't slept straight through the night for ten moons now."

That makes him blush now. So you’ve heard him all this time?

"Why are you even telling me that all now?"

You shrug. "I don’t know. I guess maybe I just wanted my new big brother to tell me all about it."

"All about what? I– I don't even know what we're talking about anymore!"

Another giggle. This time, the sound of it sends a full on body shiver through him. "I want to know what makes you go off so quick all the time."

Face heating up in flustered embarrassment, Lo‘ak frowned at you.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmh. C'mon, Lolo. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I- I don't-"

"You're noisy too, you know", you added with a smug little grin. "Aside from all the panting and moaning, I mean." A weighty pause. "Sometimes it actually sounds like you’re beating it. So wet and rough. You want it that hard? Me, I like it varied. Keep me guessing."

"Eywa, okay, okay. Fine", Lo‘ak cut you off before you could go on with your rambling. Not that his dick could get any harder under his loincloth by now. He shifted on his seat, nervously glancing down at you and then back to the people around them before a mumbled quietly, "Your mouth."

A long pause and then, "That's it? Hm. I mean, I get it, it's a good mouth and all, but that's all you got? My mouth." This time it’s less of a giggle and more of a laugh and one of your hands comes up to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Lips, specifically?" Lo’ak ventured.

"You suck at this."

"What am I supposed to say? I- I don't actually think about things while I'm at it, they just... pop up!" He tried to reason, yet you seemingly enjoyed the way he panicked and scrambled to find a better choice of words. "Don't blame me for fixating on your blowjob lips!"

That made you pause your laughing, your fingertips now tracing the outline of your bottom lip and don’t look, he thinks to himself. Don’t fucking look. "So that’s what you’ve been thinking about, huh?"

"Oh, great mother", he cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would’ve helped him disappear.

"You imagine them all fucked red and wet, hm?" Your voice had suddenly grown more sultry and the realization made his cock pulsate underneath his restraining coverings.

"Something like that", he murmured. There was a dangerous pause, before he added, "Now I’ll probably think about what else you might let me get away with. Besides listening to me jerking off at night, I mean."

A smile tugged at your lips at this. "Like?"

"Small stuff. Like... like if you'd just lay down and let me jerk off on you."

"Hmm, I think so, yes."

Lo’ak closed his eyes again, then tipped his head back. "I meant if that was all I did. Just jerking off while you, kind of, watch me?"

Again, "Yes."

Oh. He wet his lips. "I’ve been thinking about jerking off and … and would you eat it? My cum, I mean. I’ve been imagining watching you lick it off my fingers. Would you–?"

Slightly lower, softer, "Yes."

"If- I mean I know I would like it when you suck me off, I bet you're good at it," and saying this was so much easier with his eyes closed but he had to look at you, see your expression for what came now, "but if you'd let me, if I just held your head still so I could–"

Lo‘ak stopped, swallowed. His cock was so painful hard right now, but he waited for you to pick up where he left off, finish it, but all you gave him was a tiny pleased, "Go on."

"I want to fuck your mouth. I really, really want to."

"How would you want to do that, Lolo?" You tilt you head and it’s just now that he realized how close your hand had wandered up his thigh and he might actually come right in his loincloth if this kept going for another minute, but fucking shit he needed to get this out before he bursts, no matter what your response to it might be.

"Hard. Hard enough to make your voice go rough."

"Yes." It took him a long minute to realise that this wasn't just agreement, it was permission.

"You… you would actually let me do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Your hand then left his thigh, much to his disappointment and he watched with wide fearful eyes as you got up to stand, his face so flustered red that his skin prickled.

"Only one way to find out", you finally said, before looking around for any possibly unwanted listeners. "Meet me at the waterfall in ten minutes", you said with a wink and Lo‘ak finally exhaled the breath he was holding this entire time.

#reblog #romancingpandora2024 #loak #smut

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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sneak peak of what im drawin next!

#doodle #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #jake sully #atwow #fanart

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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BLUEEE THANK U FOR LETTING ME DRAW UR OC THO, SHE'S SO PRETTY!! I LOVED WORKING WITH YOU!!

sorry ive been mia for a bit, I am working on comms!

Speaking of which, I just finished this comm for @blue-slxt of neteyam and their female OC! Thank you for your patience, it was lovely to draw for you!!

Here is the piece as a whole (with censor)

lets lets lets see if tumblr gets me with this one

#reblog

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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sorry ive been mia for a bit, I am working on comms!

Speaking of which, I just finished this comm for @blue-slxt of neteyam and their female OC! Thank you for your patience, it was lovely to draw for you!!

Here is the piece as a whole under the cut! (with censor)

lets lets lets see if tumblr gets me with this one

#comm #doodle #smut #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #atwow #avatar way of water #neteyam x oc #digital art #art

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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@teyamshuman made a Mafia neteyam bot!!!

Yes!! Yes they have! It’s here!!

I’m honored that my art inspired them to make this bot!! @teyamshuman

#ask

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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HOLY SHITTTRTRR

ELLLL MY WORDDHDHWJJWHEHDHEH HOHGGG, THIS ONE SENDING ME RIGHT OVER THE EDGEEEEE

"Control" Romancing Pandora day 2

Dom!Eetu x Sub!f!Reader

A/n: I have been struggling but now we have so many words shhssh all credits to @eywaite for creating the event and the prompts and to @cafekitsune for such beautiful dividers. It's a long one so yeah

Word count: 3,4k

Summary: your previous partners were easy to control and dominate, but Eetu isn't one of them.

Warnings: 18+!, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, choking, spit swallowing, bondage & gag (just for a little bit), p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, a little overstimulation

You defied him, again. You were used to dominating your partners, you were used to being the one in control. So it was a surprise when Eetu tied you up, it felt weird, the loss of control… it was new and you weren't sure if you liked it. Eetu was different from others, he was mature and really cared about you. Today he wanted to show you something new, to teach you something new even though it might be surprising at first, he was sure that you would like it. But you, of course, weren't so sure. Trying to take control of this situation, being a brat again.

“Just untie me and we can have fun with me being on top, would that be so bad? Are my skills not enough? You know how well I can take you, I'm a big girl,” Eetu didn't like that, you questioning him… defying him. His hands tracing along your body, he knew just how to touch you right.

“Do you want me to gag you, princess? Is it so hard for you to let go of control?” You looked at him angrily, why couldn't he just let you be on top? You were used to obedient boys, the ones who would allow you to do anything.

“You wouldn't dare,” you hissed. You gagged your previous partners multiple times, but not Eetu.

“Wouldn’t I? Are you sure, tìyawn?” Eetu grabbed the gag, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. You were sure that he was just playing, he wouldn't actually gag you. No one dared to do something like that before.

“Don't you dare. You know how much I adore you, ma’yawntu but I won't let that slide,” you struggled against the ropes. Eetu caressed your cheek gently, before putting a gag on you. He chuckled, amused seeing your shocked expression. Eetu knew you weren't too happy now, but after he's done with you, you won't even have the strength to complain.

“I'm going to make you ready for me before we start, what do you think? Oh, right…” he wanted you to remember just how pathetic you were now, unable to move, unable to answer. Eetu found it adorable, you being in such a new position. “Maybe I will put a blindfold on you? Taking three of your senses would be fun, don't you think so? No… I want to see it. I want to see every single expression, every single emotion in your eyes. I want to see you submit, tìyawn” Eetu said beside you. His slender fingers were massaging your neck and collarbones. You struggled against the ropes, but it was for nothing. Eetu, sadly, knew how to tie knots. You were insulting him but the gag muffled every single word. His hands tracing patterns now your stomach, your body tensed. His touch was calming you down too easily. But looking back at Eetu you were getting agitated again, he was too happy with this. He was teasing your thighs, knowing how needy you were for him. Caressing the soft flesh, pinching them a little. He knew how to drive you crazy and it was scary, to lose control like this. “You want me there, I can tell,” his hand hovering above your pussy. He was a fucking tease, usually, you were this tease. Now you even felt bad for your previous partners. “Don’t worry, we will get into it,” he caressed your clit gently before sliding his finger inside you. He was painfully slow and you couldn't handle this torture, you needed him, more of him, more of his fingers. Your hips moved, seeking more of his finger but only a little, your movement was restricted. “Be patient, tìyawn. We wouldn't want you to finish too soon, would we?” His finger sliding in and out of you slowly, you weren't full despite his hand and fingers being huge. You needed more, and he could feel it, you getting all wet and needy. You closed your eyes, you were forced to be patient so you tried to be. “Open those pretty eyes and I will add another finger,” Eetu chuckled as you opened your eyes almost immediately. “Someone’s greedy,” he pushed another finger inside. You were more content, feeling fuller but none of this could compare to the real thing: his cock. Your fingers gripping the ropes as his fingers were getting deeper. Eetu smirked, hearing your insults turning into moans, and the pace of his fingers fucking you increased. He couldn't resist, he took the gag off to hear your beautiful moans clearly, and you didn't fail him. His thumb rubs your clit gently as he slides another finger inside. Three were great, filling you up just like you needed… your body arching in pleasure. Your moans getting louder, and you couldn't help yourself. As much as you wanted to put him in his place, you were willing to let go of your pride just for this one orgasm, then you would put him in his place. “That’s it, just like that. Let your body feel the pleasure, cum for me, princess” it didn't surprise you how quickly you got close, what did surprise you is that you allowed him to tell you when to cum. You weren't used to giving control, so Eetu was simply taking it. Watching with amusement as you came on his fingers loudly. He pulled them out slowly, they were soaked. Eetu didn't hesitate. “Lick them clean and say ‘thank you, daddy, for making me cum on your fingers’,” Eetu demands and you look at him like he said the weirdest thing ever.

“I'm not going to call you daddy, we can stop this game. I understand you had your fun but now we can this ridiculous gam -” Eetu wasn't having it. He shoved his fingers into your mouth roughly.

“Quiet, whore. Like I said, lick them clean,” he hissed. The change in his behavior was shocking, he was usually the calm wise Eetu… not today, not now. He held the back of your neck with his other hand so you wouldn't pull away. You were giving him a death stare but he couldn't care less, smirking as you finally sucked his fingers clean. Eetu pulled them out, waiting.

“I'm not going to say it,” you comment right away. You might have submitted to him a moment before, but only to get your orgasm.

“Do you want me to make you say it?” his grip on the nape of your neck tightened. You weren't easy to tame, but looking at your position… you didn't want to get gagged again… or worse.

“Thank you, daddy, for making me cum on your fingers,” you tried to make your tone neutral but Eetu could see how furious you were. Slowly, he got on top of you. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, already leaking with precum. He was getting off to dominating you. Eetu’s hands on your breasts. Eetu was massaging them gently before sucking on one of your nipples, he loved how sensitive they were. You let out a soft gasp, but it was enough for Eetu to hear.

“Untie me,” you demand. You couldn't give to the pleasure again, you needed the control back. Eetu chuckled, shaking his head. He had no intention of doing that, not now at least.

“You aren't exactly obedient like I wish for you to be, sevin. Why would I untie you? Did you deserve it? No,” he loved seeing the emotions in your eyes. The way you were getting angry.

“I don't need to deserve it. Untie me and we can have fun my way, it's much better that way. I can make you feel so good… worship your body, make you cum for me.” Eetu took note of how desperate you were, it just proved his actions right. He needed to make you leave your comfort zone, you were clinging to the control for your dear life, and he wanted you to stop. Eetu wanted you to know that sometimes it's fine to lose control. “Eetu, I'm not asking, just do it,” here you were, ordering him like any other partner of yours before. Eetu caressed your hair gently before entering you roughly. One thrust was all that it took for him to get inside to the hilt. “Is that all that you can do?” You tease. Eetu clenched his jaw. You and your mouth again, you were such a fucking brat and you were failing to notice that.

“Open up,” he groans. You opened your mouth, and just then Eetu spit on your tongue, he moved his hands to your face, keeping your jaw closed. You swallowed his spit, looking into his eyes defiantly. He pressed all of his weight against you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix as he began to pound into you roughly. He didn't care if you could take it, you were forced to take it. His right hand kept your jaw closed as the left one covered your nose. You couldn't breathe, and most importantly, you couldn't talk back. Eetu was fed up with your filthy mouth and the constant need to defy him. He was too gentle with you, you needed someone who would put you in your place and he would gladly do that.

“Talk back some fucking more and see where it will get you. You can breathe when I say that you can, slut. You have been such a bad girl, haven't you? I'm not like all of the little boys that you use to fuck and dominate. I'm your daddy and daddy needs to punish his little slut, doesn't he? Put you in your place, you whore. Your body is mine to fuck and mine to control, it doesn't belong to you anymore. It's mine. You belong to daddy,” Eetu kept fucking you, not caring in the slightest. Your eyes were wide, not expecting something like this from him. Your walls clenching around him, and he knew just how much you enjoyed it. His mouth attached to your nipple, sucking on it as if he was starved. He untied the ropes on your legs. Eetu lifted himself a bit up, to get even deeper into you. Your legs were almost on his shoulders, he truly wanted to break you, starting with your back. Eetu took his hands away just as your vision was getting blurry, you were breathing heavily. “Next time I'm going to hold for longer,” he threatened. Normally, you would laugh but judging by the look in his eyes, he was dead serious. It was such a contrast to your previous partners, it was both scary and arousing. “Open those bratty lips again,” he demands and you open them right away. Eetu was surprised, really all it took for him to tame you was to choke you? He could tell his dick was making you dumb, perhaps that was the reason for your sudden obedience. He spat into your mouth again, watching with pleasure as you swallowed. Eetu grabbed your legs and pushed them forward, your knees almost meeting your chest. You thought his previous thrusts were punishing, but now it felt like he wanted to fuck the living soul out of you. His eyes on your face, and he didn't look away for a second.

“Please… please…” you mewl and whimper, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. You have never felt like this before, maybe truly it was all that it takes… let go of control to feel free.

“Have I already fucked you dumb, slut? I expected more… defiance from you but I guess I'm that good in fucking this tight hole, huh? Putting you in your place. Just underneath me, where you belong, brat,” he granted you the pleasure of rubbing your clit, again. It was gentle in contrast to the rough fucking your pussy was receiving. You were almost ashamed of how wet his treatment was getting you. “Are you going to cum? Beg daddy to let you cum, slut. Beg daddy to cum on his thick cock,” Eetu orders. Your lips were parted, you were unable to think, how were you supposed to utter so many words?

“P-” you interrupted yourself with a moan. “Please, daddy” you whimper. You were so fucking close. He had a nerve to make you beg like this. “Allow me to cum on your thick cock,” you cried out. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your brain wasn't working with your body anymore.

“Well, you see, tìyawn… you have to wait for daddy. You wouldn't be so rude to cum without me, would you?” You bit your bottom lip, the only thing saving you was his cock twitching inside of you. His almost painfully big cock. Eetu kept pounding into you, watching with delight as you were trying to hold your release back. He was so cruel… and you knew one day you were going to make him pay for that.

“No, daddy… I wouldn't,” you needed to be good, perhaps then he would let you cum. You desperately needed this, almost like you needed the air to breathe. Eetu was grunting, relishing in the way your pussy felt around him. You were so tight and warm, a perfect fit for him.

“What a good obedient girl. You didn't have to act like a disobedient whore before, did you? Cum on my cock, slut. Show me how good daddy makes my little girl feel. Daddy’s going to breed you like a slut like you should be bred. You should be bred to remember who owns you,” Eetu’s breath grew heavier. You knew he would cum with you, perhaps a while after you. You didn't care at this point, finally stopping to hold back. It was so frustrating, obeying someone, bending to someone’s will… but you found that weirdly pleasant. You finally let go, letting yourself come. Your walls squeezed his cock as you cum, your juices dripping down, soaking his cock as Eetu emptied his balls inside of you. His warm seed fills you up. He gave you a few more pushes to fuck his cum deeper. Eetu sat back, letting both of you catch your breath. He untied the rest of the ropes. “Get on the top. Ride your daddy, make me cum again, princess” Eetu was perfectly fine when you were trembling. You weren't weak, you would show him that despite everything you could still be on top. You straddled him quickly, teasing the tip of his cock against your entrance. Your cheeks were flushed, your body wet from the sweat. Eetu enjoyed the sight of you in your most primal state. “Don’t tease,” Eetu groans. He could act tough all he wanted, but you knew he was sensitive, after all, he just came. You sank down onto his cock, moving teasingly slowly. You were getting back your control. Eetu was a patient man, sitting back, watching your moves. But you were playing too much, barely moving on top of him.

“I didn't fuck you well enough, did I? If you still have the strength to fuck around like this,” he pushed you off. Eetu positioned you on your hands and knees, you wanted to act like a fucking tease so he's going to treat you like one. He didn't wait before entering you again. You were barely holding on, with the force that he was fucking you. “I will correct my mistake. I will fuck you well enough, so well you won't even think of playing with me like a whore. I'm going to fuck you so good that you will stay my pretty good girl. Isn't that right? You just want daddy to fuck you good… don't worry, tìyawn. I know exactly what you need. But first… daddy needs to punish you, doesn't he?” he spanked you, again and again. “You’re whining like a pathetic bitch that you are, princess. You should have obeyed daddy without your little games… but that's fine, daddy understands. That's why the punishment isn't too harsh,” Eetu chuckled, spanking you again. Your ass will be bruised tomorrow, you could already tell. Eetu finished only after he made sure that your ass cheeks are covered in the marks of his hands. He grabbed you by your hips, pulling him onto him. Eetu was fucking into you like some kind of an animal, and you loved it. Your moans were like music to his ears, all those pathetic cries and whimpers. He was using your body like a cumdump.

“Daddy, ‘m so close” you whimper. To Eetu, you sounded almost innocent. His grip on your hips tightened, his nails digging into your flesh. Other bruises that will be seen tomorrow.

“Daddy is close too, sevin. Tell me to breed you, I want to hear how desperate you are for daddy to breed you, princess,” he enjoyed the power he had over you. Eetu wasn't going to give it back too soon.

“Cum inside me, daddy. Make me your little toy to fuck and breed. Please, daddy. Own me, claim me with your seed. Wouldn't I make a good mommy?” you were babbling at this point. “I just want to feel your seed deep inside of me, stuffing me full…” you were desperate, almost crying from pleasure.

“Good girl, such a good little slut. You better cum now, tìyawn. I may not be so merciful in the future,” your hurting ass and hips weren't merciful, but you didn't even have the strength to talk back. All you could think about was how good his dick was making you feel.

“Yes, Daddy… feels so good,”, You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip to not scream so loudly, your body shaking as your walls spasmed around his cock. Your release dripping down his balls and your thighs, but Eetu didn't stop. Fucking deep into you, until his body stiffened, releasing another warm load inside of your pussy. He was granting your wishes, after all, that's what you begged him for. Eetu pulled out, cleaning your thighs with some cloth and massaging your sore ass. You wanted to move from the position but he didn't let you.

“What is it? I want to clean myself,” you say, completely out of breath.

“You think I'm done? I'm so far from being done, tìyawn. I told you, daddy's going to breed you well, princess.” You felt the desire running through your veins. Eetu was making you feral. He wasted no time as he pushed himself back into you. His cock was bullying your walls again. You were breathing heavily, all sweaty and shaking. Eetu was in no better condition, whimpering softly. His cock was so damn sensitive, it felt like he was overstimulating not only you, but also, himself. His right hand playing with your clit again, it was so sensitive you had tears in your eyes. Tears of pleasure. Eetu was getting you close to your orgasm ridiculously fast, your body was shaking. You were exhausted but you couldn't help yourself. “Is my little slut tired? Just keep taking daddy’s cock. You were so confident earlier, tanhì. Trying to be a big girl. Big girls take big cocks, baby. Don’t think about anything, whore. Just keep taking my cock, like the little slut that you are. Keep cumming around daddy’s cock, whore. Because daddy is going to keep breeding you until there's no cum in his balls.” Your eyes were rolling back from the intensity of his thrusts. Before it felt like he was fucking the soul out of you, now it felt like he was fucking it back into you. Eetu was pulling your hair, making your back arch for him.

“Oh, yes” you loved him playing with your hair, especially pulling. Your body practically limp, you were taking everything that he was giving you. No complaining, no whining, no bitching. Eetu liked that a little too much, he knew how to break you, how to mold you to his desires… He kept filling you up with his cum, and letting you cum on his cock again and again. Eetu knew how to make you lose control, and it wasn't scaring you anymore. And you knew that after he's done with you, he will be the gentle loving Eetu again. He cared about your well-being and always made sure that you feel loved and appreciated.

#eetu x reader #eetu frontiers of pandora #smut #romancingpandora2024

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oakbuggy · 3 months

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HES SO OBSESSED WITH YOU OMGGGG

Tìkin

Romancing Pandora Day: #1 ~ Somnophilia

Pairings: Adult Neteyam x human fem reader

Words: 2K

Summary: Neteyam can never control himself, he needs you, craves you. And no hour of the night will stop that need.

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, somnophilia, needy Neteyam, P in V, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: I adore needy Neteyam, he's the sweetest baby.

Credits: Credit to @world-of-pandora for the beautiful Neteyam gif. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Tìkin: Need

Tewng: Loincloth

Ikran: Mountain banshee

Mawey: Be calm

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Sìlpey: Hope

Irayo: Thank you

'Eylan: Friend

Kelku: Home; place of dwelling

Talioang: Sturmbeest

Oel ngati kameie: I See you

Oeyä: My (possessive)

Tamsiyutsyip: Little warrior

'Itan: Son

Kelutral: Hometree

Yawne: Beloved

Eywa, tìtxur oe ting: Eywa, give me strength

The cool night wind is gentle, calming as it whips around Neteyam, soothing the burning ache running through his veins from being away from you for so long.

Neteyam promised it wouldn't be long, a couple of days max. He reassured you that he wouldn't let it go any longer, soothing your growing pout with a kiss, sealing his promise with deep kisses and bruising thrusts the whole morning before he left.

One week; seven days of being seperate from you. Neteyam craved you, need you, desired your touch and scent and taste so badly that his tewng has been tented for days, cock yearning for your warmth even after he's made himself cum. Neither of you have been apart from each other since your first mating, always by each other's sides for months now.

His thoughts run wild with images of you, your soft lips and silk hair, satin skin on his, blunt teeth nipping at him. He images you under him, over him, holding him, on your knees for him. Neteyam grows more desperate as his mind reminds him of your pretty noises and addicting taste, what he'd give to be in between your plush thighs, drinking in your heavenly taste as you grace his ears with your sweet voice.

His ikran shriek shakes him out of his daze, dodging a mountain he was steering them into. Neteyam steads his mount, petting her side, "Mawey, ma Sìlpey." he calms her, clearing his mind to ease her. "I'm sorry, my girl, I just miss her."

Sìlpey lets out a soft purr, her eyes looking up at Neteyam, a wave of pity flooding his chest from their shared bond. He chuckles, petting her head, "Irayo, ma 'eylan. I know you miss her too."

The loud yips and yelps from his fellow hunters ring around him as they emerge from the clouds under him, excitement buzzing the air the closer they got to home, the soft glow of far off lanterns causing a silhouette of the kelkus coming into view. If Neteyam squints, he can see his family's home in the middle of the village, his mother probably waking up from the horns blaring, signalling their arrival.

Neteyam follows behind his father and brother, moving aside to allow the hunters carrying the talioang he brought down to land first. Ka'ani drifts his ikran closer to his, attempting to bump him off course, Neteyam quickly dodges him, glaring at his friend as Ka'ani cackles to himself.

Steering clear of everybody, Neteyam lands in line with his brother, dismounting and releasing Sìlpey to go to her nest with the other ikrans. A loud squeal pierces his ears, laying them flat against his skull as the shouting continues.

"Teyam! Teyam! Teyam! Teyam!" Tuk screams over and over again, barreling into his side, squeezing the life out of his ribs as she giggles.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma Oeyä Tamsiyutsyip." he greets his overly energetic little sister, hugging her back while wondering how she has so much energy hours after her bedtime.

"Tuk! Let your brother breathe." Neytiri scolds her youngest, prying her daughter off her son long enough for her to wrap him in a tight hug. "Are you doing well? You look tired, 'itan." Neytiri pulls back enough to examine the dark circles under Neteyam's eyes.

Neteyam steps back from his mother, giving her a soft smile while giving Tuk over to her. "I'm fine, Mother, just glad to be home..." he pauses to look past his mother's shoulder, trying to find any glimpse of you. "Have you–"

"And Neteyam!" Lo'ak yells directly into his ear, furthering the ringing Tuk started. "Neteyam saw it! I took down the talioang and–"

"And just barely missed the second one before Ka'ani shot it first." Neteyam rolls his eyes, ruffling Lo'ak's braids as he tells the same story for the hundredth time in the last two days, justifying why he didn't catch his second kill.

Kiri comes out from behind Neytiri, smiling at Neteyam before rolling her eyes with him at Lo'ak's antics. Taking the distraction of her presence as Lo'ak begins his story again, Neteyam slips out of the growing crowd, walking out from the comfort of Kelutral to the tallest tree standing right next to it where your shared home is, hopefully with you waiting for him inside.

Ka'ani snickers at him as he passes, "I wonder why you are in such a rush to get home?"

Neteyam wrinkles his muzzle in playful annoyance at his friend, "For the same reasons you haven't shut up about Etia." he bites back, slapping Ka'ani's shoulder before running off.

Every step closer to home, closer to you drives Neteyam to move faster, practically sprinting to the tree, hauling himself up the worn branches faster than his mind can comprehend, a jolt of pure excited lust running through his body when his hand makes contact with the small porch he had made for you, swinging himself onto it so gracefully the wood under him doesn't even creak.

"Yawne!" he calls out eagerly, slipping under the gap of the blanket covering the doorway, "Oeyä Yawne?"

The room is dark, only the natural light from the glow of the small glowing flowers you've decorated your home with light up the space, a beautiful show of purples, and pinks, and blues color the night, your favorite night light. And tucked in the corner, under the blanket he wove for you is your little form, sleeping soundly in your shared hammock. The slow, deep breaths you take echo across the room as your breathing mask amplifies the sound.

Quietly, Neteyam removes his hunting gear, putting it in it's place so if you woke up you wouldn't trip over it in the night. He stops short of the hammock, leaning his arms on the wall behind you so he can look at you without disturbing your sleep.

You look so peaceful, soft lips open as you take slow breaths, your skin looking softer than ever under the glowing lights, your hair like a halo around you, still adorned with the beads he braided in for you.

Neteyam's ears shift at your every small noise, tail swaying behind him as he watches you react to your dreams through the small twitch of your nose and clenching of your fingers. You roll over, shifting the blankets, letting a wave of your intoxicating scent filling the air and flooding Neteyam's nostrils.

Your scent is Neteyam's favorite drug. His favorite thing to bathe in, to drink in your scent while he buries himself in your heat, feeling like his mind shortwires everytime he catches your sweet scent in the wind. And now your scent and phantom taste is clouding his mind, spiking the ache he has for you.

Neteyam unties his tewng, slipping into the hammock behind you, using years of training to move his body slowly and with enough precision to not wake you, wrapping his long arms around your small body, pressing your soft, warm skin against his. Burying his nose into your hair, a long sigh of relief leaves him as your essence fills his lungs, your softly curved body hugging his perfectly.

"Missed you so much, Yawne." he whispers into your hair, dragging his nose down to your neck, feeling your pulse on his lips. You shift again, your body naturally moving to lean into the big, warm body of your lover, your small hands wrapping around his wrists, holding him closer.

As you shift, you ass pushes back into Neteyam's raging erection, the movement causing a delicious friction that drives Neteyam just a little closer to insanity, fighting the urge not to shake you awake and beg for your attention.

He wishes he could satisfy his desire for you, kissing your small, soft lips until they're swollen and raw, but that damn mask that keeps his beloved alive is always in the way.

Testing his luck a little, Neteyam lifts your leg, hooking it over his thigh, allowing enough space for him to slip his cock in between your thighs. Your soft, wet folds are heavenly against his leaking tip, you're soaked, absolutely dripping for your mate's thick cock. Neteyam feels a prideful smirk pull at the corner of his mouth, thrilled that you've missed him as much as he's missed you.

Neteyam can't control the aborted little thrusts he does against your core, biting his bottom lip to hold back his groans, watching your every breath to make sure his hormone induced movements aren't waking you. Every drag on your slick folds sends a shiver down his spine, he mouths at your neck to keep his noises at bay, praying his heavy panting doesn't annoy you awake like many times before.

He craves more; needs more, but refuses to wake you from your sleep. It isn't fair, you deserve your sleep, no matter how badly Neteyam wants to get his cock wet.

Your small body twitches at every drag, breathing picking up as you whine, burying your mask covered face into the blankets, squirming away from whatever is disturbing your sleep.

Neteyam forces himself to stop, watching you for a long moment as you settle back down, the fog built up your mask dissipating as your breathing goes back to normal. Pulling your leg up just a little higher, Neteyam presses his tip on your entrance, biting his knuckle to stop his whines threatening to wake you, drunk off the feeling of your slick rolling down his shaft and onto his swollen balls.

The push into your tight, wet, warmth is agonizingly slow to not wake you, his sharp canines drawing blood from his swollen lip as he fights to not praise you for the blessing that is your pussy.

Neteyam hides his face in your hair as the swell of your ass meets his pelvis. "Eywa, tìtxur oe ting..." he groans, feeling your gummy, inviting walls flex around him, sucking him in impossibly closer. Your hips shifting as you moan, your brow furrowing as your body tries to understand this overwhelming feeling of fullness while still staying asleep.

You whine as Neteyam thick cock drags against your sensitive walls when he pulls out, sinking back into your heat immediately, hating the cold feeling that runs down his spine from being even an inch away from you.

In and out. In and out In and out. A building rhythm of thrusting, grinding his cockhead into your sweet spot just to hear your sweet moans grace the night air, a thin layer of sweat covering his body sticking you together, making every outward thrust torture as the cold air tickles his skin.

Neteyam can feel his balls tighten, the heat in his lower stomach traveling to the rest of his body, numbing his limbs as your walls flutter around him, signaling your approaching orgasm. His hand quickly drops to your little clit, using your slick to smoothly rub tight circles into the bundle of nerves, causing the most satisfying moan to fall from your sweet lips as your orgasm washes over you, your body beginning to tremble in Neteyam's strong hold.

Neteyam moans as your cunt tightens impossibly around him, pushing him right over the edge, his thick, hot seed painting your greedy pussy white until you're full and it's spilling out around the small space between the two of you. Neteyam squeezes your small, satin body in a comforting hug as he pulls out, leaving a dark mark on your neck for you to show off tomorrow.

Climbing out of the hammock, Neteyam fetches a rag and water, cleaning you before cleaning himself. Putting everything away, Neteyam crawls back in, facing you so he can nuzzle at your chest, resting his head on your breasts as he cuddles you close.

Your small fingers tangle in his wind blown braids, hugging his head against your chest as your body relaxes to sleep. "It's good to see you too, baby."