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Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan: Chapter One

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff. I love her and all her art so much that when I saw Ralak I was so compelled to write a fic for him. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Teytey, you knocked it out the park with this one (as you always do, my love).

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: shit ton of fluff, profanity, age gap, a lot of sexual tension, size difference, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 4.4k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I hope I did this gorgeous man justice and wrote his character well. It was an interesting challenge to introduce his character and build a plot with it. Chapter two and three will be out shortly! I’m beyond overjoyed that you guys are excited for this 😊 I hope I don’t disappoint lool <;3 ALSO MAWEY, THIS WILL GET SPICY IN THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS GUYS.

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

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The Sully family adopted you from birth, taking you in as their own. They were more than patient with your delayed milestones, moving at the slow pace you set since childhood. You completed your iknimaya a cycle later than your siblings, despite your eagerness to prove your self-worth as one of the Sully’s. Being a late bloomer and smaller than the average na’vi never put a damper on your optimistic attitude, though. It only added fuel to the fire.

The news to seek uturu with the Metkayina came as a shock not only to you but the rest of your siblings, and soon became the leading topic of discussions at family dinner. Jake explained that this is what was necessary, and that you would need to ‘pull your weight’ and ‘make a real effort’. You knew he didn’t mean it as harsh as it sounded, but the words stung nonetheless, plucking out a couple heart strings when they pierced through your chest.

You’ll never forget the day of your arrival here.

War horns blew loudly, signalling your arrival to the village of Awa’atlu. All the members of the clan swarmed the shore to see what the fuss was all about. Even the little ones that could only toddle wriggled their way out of their parents’ arms to get a glimpse. It was overwhelming – to say the least – to have all these eyes on you, scanning every foreign feature of your body, walking around you to inspect you further. You’d never felt more objectified in your life.

When Tonowari and Ronal made their grand entrance on their skimwings, your heart thud furiously in your chest. Sure, the large, winged fish took you by surprise, but the man to Tonowari’s right shook you to your core. His head tilted in wariness, hunting knife secured cautiously in his right hand and the leather wrapped reign gripped tightly in his left.

Wet, long hair plastered to his chest; he eyed you down momentarily before averting his gaze to the rest of your family that calmed their ikrans. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the winged creatures, large with armoured skin, much like the beast he’s bonded with.

You couldn’t help but stare aghast at his sinewy, chiselled features – sculpted by Eywa herself. It didn’t take long for you to understand why he was Tonowari’s right-hand man. His expression of indifference remained fixed on his face. Embodying that of an akula, his presence brought an intimidation like no other.

But what you couldn’t understand were the butterflies that plagued your stomach.

Your gaze lingered for a moment too long, the akula himself now returning the leer. It sent shivers down your spine, turning your butterflies into knots. You looked away, gaze falling onto your toes that burrowed their way into the sand. You felt his eyes bore into you, taking in each dark blue stripe on your tiny body, your slender extremities and thin tail.

You peeked at him through the corner of your eye, to see his gaze locked on your tail as it swished side to side. You saw his ears perk up, and the minor curl of his lips, a sight only a person staring as intently as you would see. You watched as his expression morphed into one of confusion, just before he dropped his head all together. 

You would later come to find out that he couldn’t quite understand his own butterflies in his stomach.

The giant stayed seated on his winged beast, as Tonowari and Ronal dismounted theirs and crossed the shore in only a few strides. Initially, they were wary of your arrival, thinking your family would bring war to their village. After your father reassured them, they were gracious enough to grant uturu for your family, and even dispatched their own children to teach you the ways of the people.

Naturally, you had a hard time adjusting to the new biome, water was never really your thing to begin with. You were slow in the water, slender body only holding you back more. The olo’eyktan’s son, Ao’nung, quickly grew agitated with you, handing you off to his sister, Tsireya, who was already overwhelmed with teaching your siblings. You felt like a burden, holding everyone back during lessons. There was absolutely nothing that you were getting the hang of, not even the ‘finger talk’ as you brother calls it.

For the first in your life, you felt completely defeated.

The sweet, determined girl disappeared, leaving nothing but her shell behind. You started missing lessons, making up reasons to stay back in your family marui pod. You often found yourself alone sitting on the shore in the height of the eclipse, dipping your feet into the warm water. Jake would always find his babygirl, demanding to know what was wrong. But you could never reveal the truth, not after what he said to you before your departure. Especially not now, not after failing so terribly for two entire months.

At this point, your siblings had passed their iknimaya, and you were the only one left.

----

Tsireya presses two fingertips right above your navel, resting her other hand on your chest, fixing your posture. “Breathe from down here. You must slow down your heartbeat, y/n.”

You’ve heard this a million times by now. You know this, but it didn’t matter. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get it. Frustrated, you exhale harshly, gritting your teeth so you won’t speak the words flooding your mind.

“Look. I know you’re frustrated, but you are getting so much better. If we just keep –”

“No! I’m fucking tired of this. I’ll never get it. Alright?!” you shout, shuffling to your feet to.

You scan the circle of surprised na’vi, all of which are staring up at you in disbelief. You could see Tsireya’s face screw with hurt, which only makes your heart ache more. An apology brews in your chest, when all five pairs of eyes flicker to something behind you. Turning on your heels, you see what everyone is looking at.

Jake, Tonowari, and his right-hand man all standing in front of you, presumably listening to your every word. You stand there for a bit, eyes bouncing between Tonowari and Jake before landing on the giant. He stands tall, staring off into the distance with that same deadpan look on his face. His hair is tucked behind his ears, revealing the stud in his lobe, the freckles on his jaw – the deeper blue markings on his neck.

This is the first time you’re getting a good look at him, seeing the first time you two met things were... eventful.

His freckles are conspicuous, even in broad daylight, beautifully patterned and abundant throughout his body. Perhaps it’s his lighter-cyan coloured skin and swirls for stripes, but his freckles twinkled just right from the reflection of the water. They even seemed to trace his stripe pattern on his forehead and brow bones. A single tahni under each eye... his ocean, impassive eyes.

A sleeve of tattoos covers his right arm, a sleeve on his right knee to his ankle, and a tattoo of stripes below his navel that went underneath his – oh. Your brows lift slightly, tensed facial muscles relaxing.

That’s an interesting place for a tattoo.

This tattoo continued between his prominent v-lines, under the band of his loincloth. You begin counting the stripes.

One, two, three, four, five... six.

It takes the sound of Jake clearing his throat for you to reluctantly peel your eyes away from this poor man’s crotch.

“Right, babygirl. Ralak here is going to be your teacher from now on.” Jake motions his hand over to the Metkayina, who’s now visibly, and unsuccessfully, trying to appear friendlier.

You couldn’t help but scoff, frustration now bubbling over in your chest once more. “So what? I’m so shit at this that I need a ‘special’ teacher?” you glance over at Ralak and roll your eyes.

“Language!” Jake whispers harshly, giving you that look. The look he gives you when you’re embarrassing him. 

“No. I’m tired of this. I want to go home.” you shrug, storming past him just for him to wrap his hand around your upper arm and drag you back.

“That’s enough.” Jake growls, bending over to meet you at eye level. “Tonowari has been kind enough to arrange for Ralak to help you. He was once a fisherman.”

“The best. At about your age.” Tonowari stands proudly as he utters the words, “And now he’s one of the best warriors. I hand selected him myself.”

Your eyes flicker over to Ralak, whose ears lay flat against his skull, brows slightly pinched, jaw clenched. It’s hard to tell what he was feeling, his mask of indifference fixed tightly on his face. Was he grimacing? Or maybe he was trying not to.

Regardless, it looked as if the words upset him. Maybe there was something more beneath this cold exterior. Something that maybe you can pry out of him. Something that intrigued you. The corners of your lips curl upwards, an expression that any outsider would perceive as happiness, but Jake knew you had something else in mind.

Something more mischievous.

“I apologize, sir. I am... just frustrated.” your eyes shift from one giant to the next as you bow before the olo’eyktan. “It would be an honour to have Ralak be my...” you glance over at him, “...karyu [teacher].”

Jake remains silent, pursing his lips as he watches the scene unfold.

“Ah. I understand.” Tonowari smirks, shrugging his shoulder. “It is decided, Ralak will teach you.” he looks at Ralak, giving the order, “Today.”

Jake raises his brows at you, as if he were telling you to behave and not cause any trouble. You tilt your head and subtly stick out just the tip of your tongue. Tonowari walks away, a large hand brushing against Jake’s back to signal him to follow. Jake turns around and joins the larger na’vi, two olo’eyktans now making their way back to the tall mangroves.

“Hey, karyu.” you sing, eyes fluttering as you stare up at the towering man.

He looks down at you for a moment, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. His ears twitch as he swiftly turns around, walking away from you. “Come.”

So that’s what his voice sounds like.

It’s gruff, yet smoky. Deep and husky, thick with... nothing but his Metkayina accent. It was flat and monotone, revealing nothing of his true character. You follow closely behind him, already excited about how you plan to get him to reveal more about himself. He seems to be a man of few words, reserved and... composed. You couldn’t deny that there is a part of you that wants to poke at him, to see how far you can take things with him.

Before you know it, you’re standing in a secluded clearing on the shore, nestled far away where the fishermen tend to hunt. You look around, scanning your surroundings with curious eyes. You see a secluded marui pod, seemingly larger than all the others you’ve seen thus far. It's tightly woven with orange and red sturdy material, secured tightly to the thick mangrove roots around it.

“That yours?” you stick him with your first poke of the day, eager eyes trying to look inside the marui.

His gaze remains fixed on the fishnet that he’s gathering in his hands. “Yes.”

“Pretty big for...” you mumble, shifting your gaze towards him to be met with the sight of him unbuckling his cumberbund. “...just one person.” your voice dwindles in volume, fading out into a breathy whisper.

If your eyes could protrude from your head anymore, they would. You always had a hard time masking how you feel as your facial expressions were quick to give it away. His cumberbund falls into the wet sand, embellished razor sharp akula teeth piercing its surface. Your eyes trail up his body, settling on his bare chest.

“Today, fishing net. Tomorrow, ilu.” he mutters, putting his hair into a loose bun as he ventures further into the water.

“O-kay.” the word comes out broken and awkward.

Venturing out into the water, he settles in the spot he used to go frequently as a fisherman. Waist deep into the water, he looks behind him, chin meeting his chest to land his gaze on you, chest-deep in the water. He realizes that he's gone too far out for you, and walks towards you.

Your beaded top plasters to your chest, revealing your peaked nipples as your breasts bounce with the tide. His eyes quickly avert to the shore, eyelids fluttering a little faster than they should.

“Come.” he walks past you, prompting you to follow him once more. You bounce your way back to the shore until the water is crashing into your stomach. “Watch.” he says, fixing his stance to show you a demonstration.

You watch intently, focus being on the wrong thing, honestly. Your eyes had a hard time looking away from his chiselled body – from each dip and ridge of his muscles on full display. How could you focus? Especially now that he’s barely thigh deep into the water, loincloth clung to his bulge. You swallowed thickly at the sight, was that huge thing really his –

“Erm. Got it?” the sound of him clearing his throat snaps you out of your deep thought.

“Mhm!” you nod quickly, doe eyed and genial smiled.

He nods once, handing you the netting. You take it slowly, buying yourself sometime to figure out how to throw this thing. Standing with your left foot in front of your right, you bend your elbows out, holding the yoke of the net close to your chest.

He grunts in disapproval, settling behind you to fix your stance. He gently kicks your feet apart, putting your dominant foot in front. Large hands grip your tiny waist, shifting your stance slightly to the left. They slip up your sides, and run along the length of your upper arms, stopping at your elbows to tuck them in. He’s so focused on correcting your poor posture that he doesn’t even realize how he’s pressing himself against you.

“Like this.” he huffs, hand enveloping yours to shift it further from the yoke of the cast net. “Hold here.” his other hand grabs the lead line and plunks it into yours.

Heart pounding at a dangerous speed, you take a few deep breaths. Perhaps it was the nerves of casting your first net, or maybe it was just how this gentle giant is pressed against you. Either way, you can’t ignore the butterflies that flutter in your stomach again.

“Now throw.” he says barely over a whisper, backing away from you.

You twist your upper body, core tensing when you throw the net as hard as you can, only for it to clump together rather than spread out. Your shoulders drop and lips press tight, a wave of disappointment washing over you.

“Again.” he orders, pulling the net towards him.

--

Ralak had you throw the net half a dozen more times before giving you your first break. You prodded and poked at him, trying your best pry personal information out of him – to no avail. He remained unaffected by your persistent jabs, revealing nothing other than how he pined for the days of being a fisherman.

“Karyu. I-I’ll never get it.” you huff in frustration, gathering the fishnet from the surface of the water for a tenth time.

“Again.” he says patiently, unbothered by your frustration.

“Karyu. Please. It is not working. Can’t we try something else?” you beg, arms and back sore from throwing the fishnet so many times.

He looks at you for a moment, taking in the slouch of your back – the strain on your face. He felt bad for you, but he could also see that you were so close to learning the skill.

“No. Again.” he orders monotonously, taking note of your gaze drifting off to the mangroves nearby. “Focus. Eyes on me.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you look so, so –” you cut yourself short with a sigh.

“So, what?” he tilts his head and raises a brow.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, landing them right on that damn tattoo again.

Why was it so low? Didn’t that hurt? Why there of all places?

“Look. I see you –”

The words make your eyes snap up to his, heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“...staring.”

You didn’t realise you were lingering until he pointed it out. How could you not? Surely, he chose that spot for a reason. Perhaps his mate wanted it there, so she could trace the lines with her tongue, all the way down to his –

Am I... jealous right now? I don’t even know this man.

“Who did that tattoo?” you question harshly, green flame of envy igniting in your chest.

“This one?” he chuckles softly, tugging at the hem of his loincloth.

You drop your head, gaze locked on your hands fiddling with the net, hoping to hide the blood that’s rushing to your cheeks. “Yeah. That one.”

“Again. And I tell you.” he pulls the hem back up before crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze snaps back up to him, eyes wide with excitement. This is the first time he’d be revealing anything personal about himself. A smile splits your lips as you fix the net in your hands once more, burrowing your feet into the sand. Your eyes narrow on the target – a school of fish off in the near distance.

Twisting your torso, you cast the fishnet, watching it splay out perfectly and trap majority of the fish. You stare in awe, surprised that it even splayed out much less caught some fish. Once it registers, you jump up in glee, quickly turning to your teacher to see his pleased expression and slight nod.

“I did.” he utters, a smirk barely pulling at his lips.

Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you’re perplexed by his two words. “Huh?” you huff, brows pinching together in confusion.

“I did the tattoo.” he says, holding eye contact with you.

“Oh.” your lips pucker at the words, furrowed brows now raising in understanding. Being so surprised by yourself – finally getting something right – you forgot about your little deal.

He breaks eye contact to look over at your perfectly casted fishnet. “If you ride an ilu, maybe I show you the rest of it.” he says through his thick accent, making his way towards the fishnet. “Since you are so... interested.”

“I-I’m not – it, it is just in a – an interesting spot.” you stutter, eyes locked onto your twiddling thumbs.

“Ah.” he gathers the fishnet in his large hands, bundling it together to call it a day. “If you say so... vultsyìp [stick; tree branch]”

“What did you just call me?” your leer snaps up, eyelids squinting at his tensed back muscles that flex and relax as he gathers the net.

A smile pulls at his lips, although you can barely see it from the angle in which he’s facing. It’s contagious, causing your own lips to curl, and soon enough you’re giggling into your hand.

----

Ralak became the light in the darkness, pulling you out of your shell and filling you with the purpose that you once lost. Things came quick to you, thanks to him. He was a great teacher, always patient with you, never showing his agitation – or any other emotion for that matter.

You learned how to hold your breath properly in only a week, due to his persistence and confidence in you. He’d always be quick to praise you after you accomplished something, whether that be with a quick clap, a gentle tap on the back, or – in bigger accomplishments – a hug.

The bond between the two of you strengthened. Overnight. You put a crack in his walls, and bits of his true self began to shine through them. And that was your biggest accomplishment yet. To see a person with the strength of five men turn into a little water puppy in front of you, and you only.

There would be moments where his façade of indifference would drop completely. The moments where he would chuckle a little too loudly, a little too long. Where that shy smile grew wide enough to flash his lengthy canines, and a primal part of you that you tried to supress, desired to know what they felt like sunk into your neck. Clamping down on you while you writhe underneath him, being tamed by his touch.

The moments where you’d tease one another about your differences. His stature in comparison to yours. Pressing your hands together, only for yours to be lost in his palm. And when you pulled away, your fingers intertwined ever so slightly, prickling the skin all over your body. He loved to tease you. Honestly a little too much, poking at your chest with a figurative finger about how you favoured that of a vultsyìp. It’s what got you riled up the most and soon it became your nickname.

Until the day you successfully rode your first ilu.

It was an exhilarating experience, nothing like what you had experienced prior. You glided through the water effortlessly, flowing with the movements of the blubbery creature. When you broke the waters’ surface, Ralak stood proudly in the shallow end, arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face. It was a rare occurrence – that smile.

And when you laid your eyes on such a sight, the butterflies flew back into your stomach, fluttering and flapping harder than they ever have. They soon became plenty in number, filling your stomach to the brim until you can no longer suppress the way you feel. The flutter in your stomach radiated throughout your body, sending your legs fluttering too. You swam quickly to him, surprising yourself with your speed.

--

“You did it. Like I said.” he smiles smugly.

“Hope you didn’t forget about our deal.” you grin, wringing out the water from your hair.

“You would not let me.” he scoffs, shaking his head as he uncrosses his arms. “Ready?” he asks, cocking a brow while his fingers glide down his stomach, finding purchase under the under the band of his loincloth.

“From the moment I saw it, karyu.” you say, voice feigned with confidence.

He could see through your disguise, though. It only makes him chuckle, to see such a little thing act so big – so dauntless. He tugs his loincloth down, taut strings now sinking into his upper thighs, revealing not only the entirety of his tattoo but also the base of his length.

“H-how did you manage to do that all on your own? Didn’t it hurt?” you ask sheepishly, voice laced with concern.

“Bottle of fermented fruit and a rag to bite. No pain.” he answers, Metkayina accent thick.

You examine it a little closer, leaning in to have a better look. It’s raised, very slightly – invisible to anyone not staring as intently as you are. Most definitely because it’s hand poked, by himself of all people. An innocent thought floods your mind, so loud that you couldn’t stop the movement of your own hand.

How does it feel?

“Can I –” you glance up at him briefly, hand hovering over the tattoo, “Can I touch it?”

His brows and ears shudder for just a few seconds. He quickly regains his composure, swallowing silently before giving you a single nod. Fingertips experimentally graze over the tattoo, taking in its bumpy texture. Your digits trace each line of his tattoo, down to his pelvis. A sudden jerk of his hips causes you to yank your hand back.

“S-sorry, Ralak.” you mumble, feeling a little ashamed that you may have made him uncomfortable.

But in all honesty, your innocent, little touches were arousing him and he didn’t want you to know. 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” he states, fixing his loincloth.

You straighten your spine, a foot stepping back to create space that you think he wants, only for him to pull you in for a hug.

“You did well today, vultsyìp.” he mumbles, hands resting on your head and back. “Tsurak [skimwing] next and you will be Metkayina.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” you giggle, warm embrace and snarky commentary ebbing away whatever feelings of doubt tensing your chest.

It’s the way his huge arms engulf you that make you feel so protected and accepted. It’s something you always looked forward to after a big achievement. You lean into him, laying your head on his chest. The smell of sea salt mixed with leather hide wafts up your nose. You take a deep breath, holding it in your lungs until you feel light in the head. Releasing your breath with a loud huff, you smile widely.

It’s so enticing, so addictive.

“You always do that.” he chuckles breathily, swiping back a few strands of hair stuck to your temple.

“’ts not my fault you sea people smell so good.” you mumble into his chest, taking in another deep breath.

“Ah.” he exhales, hand cupping the back of your head. “My hì’i vultsyìp [little stick]” he almost grimaces at his words, it just wasn’t fitting anymore. Not for situations like these. Not when his chest feels so tight.

You lift your head and stare up at him with eyes of innocence. He looks down at you, ocean blue eyes searching yours. You’d never even noticed the little yellow ring around his pupils until now, how they shimmer when the light catches them just right. There’s an unspoken tension, thick in the air – so thick it makes you swallow the spit pooling in your cheeks. Your smile fades, lips parting as your breaths turn hot.

Eyes growing heavy, they almost close in anticipation that he might – just might – kiss you.

“Tanhì.” he mutters, eyes minutely shifting between each freckle on your forehead. He’s counts them, admiring how they embellish your supple, dark blue skin.

Your smile returns like it never left, except it’s wider – brighter. The last ray of sun shines through the sliver of a gap between your silhouettes, averting your attention to the oncoming eclipse.

“Thank you, karyu.” you whisper, reluctantly pulling away from his arms to make the trek back home.

“Tomorrow...” he watches your small figure shrink as you walk away. “...my tanhì.”

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Prized Obsession

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Characters: Perv!Sub!Lo’ak Sully (20) x Na’vi Reader (20)

Warnings: extreme nsfw, smut, aged up characters, perverted behaviour, sub lo’ak, extreme orgasm denial/control/edging, multiple orgasms, profanity, slight oral sex (m receiving), handjob

Word Count: 2.5k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Despite edging being my second favourite this isn’t my best work. Writers block is a hell of a thing lol, none the less I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: Lo’ak has been spying on you for some time now. You finally catch him in the act, what happens now?

Hot springs.

One of your favourite things on Pandora. You love nothing more than stripping down and dipping into the warm water under the height of the eclipse. It’s truly the best time to go swimming in a hot spring, body heating up with the water in the cool night. Bioluminescence glowing so brightly around your figure, it moves along with you as you take languid laps from bank to bank.

And the moment weariness washes over your body, you float on your back, extremities splayed out. Your body bobs in the water, exposed nipples hardening once they break the surface, and a cool breeze hits them. It sends shivers down your spine, tingles to your toes. Your legs spread further, ripple of the water having its way with your body, moving you however it pleases. Gentle swishes crash between your folds, a feeling that you looked forward to most during your hot spring dips.

It’s so warm, so serene that your body can’t do much else other than unwind and give into the push and pull of the tide. Unbeknownst to you, Lo’ak lurks behind the ferns off in the distance. Amber, lidded eyes peeking through the cracks of the leaves, while he palms his pulsing length through his loincloth. Biting back his moans, he nibbles on his bottom lip, pointed canines puncturing the thin, flushed skin.

Lo’ak had made this into a habit... a ritual if you will. Getting to know your routine so he could come out here and wait for your arrival with his hand readily pressed against his garments. At first, it was all innocent fun and games. Following you out here to stick his nose where it didn’t belong – prying in your privacy to see who you were running off to meet. All so he could catch you in the act and put a stop to it, even embarrass you if he could. Call it jealously, or just outright perversion, but he loved nothing more than the adrenaline rush he gets from spying on you.

As peculiar and simple as it may sound, his favourite part of this... excursion, is you hooking your thumbs under the string of your loincloth and shimmying it down your legs. It felt like you were stripping for him, even though you were blissfully unaware of his presence. It’s the way you step out of the flimsy cloth, and slowly submerge your body in the water, slipping your beaded top over your head on the way in. It’s all so sensual, so fucking seductive. Like you were doing it all for him, only for his eyes to see.

And Eywa, did he and every part of him appreciate it.

It plucked at the strings in his heart, making it thud madly against his ribs. His eyes glazed over with wanton, unable to peel away from the carnal sight unfolding in front of him. But mostly, his heavy balls tightened every. single. time. your under-garments hit the ground, cock heating up to a critical degree in his hand. He couldn’t help but touch himself, just enough to bring tranquility to the maddening itch between his own legs.

Just enough.

No matter how feverish he felt, he’d deny himself the self-pleasure until you touched yourself, too. He wanted to get off with you, even if you weren’t aware of it. It was something about the tease, the temptation he feels when he delays his own gratification. And oh, when he finally granted himself the permission to stroke his cock until it spurts his thick cum, it was utterly euphoric. Without a doubt, the best climaxes he’s ever experienced have all been behind these ferns.

All of which happen... just about now.

When your breasts bounce with the ripple of the water, already stiff nipples hardening even more. When you slide your hand down your stomach, fingers smoothing over the beads of water, causing them to cluster together and roll off your skin in streams. When a soft, breathy moan parts your lips ever so slightly, just as the pads of your fingers fondle with your folds, gentling pulling them apart to reveal your glistening, puffy clit. When you give your clit a few playful taps, preparing it for the harsh, desperate circles you’re about to rub into the cluster of nerves.

Oh, fuck. Now this –  

This was the point where he’d tug eagerly at the knot of his loincloth, situated right above the base of his tail, allowing it to fall off his hot, flushed skin. Where his uncomfortably stiff cock springs from its restraints, only to be grasped and stroked readily by restless hands. Where he digs his heels into the ground, stabilizing his position so not to move a single inch – so not to lose sight of his obsession petting herself. Where he rubs his cock, base to tip, squeezing out a drop of precum with every stroke. Where he can’t help but succumb to his perverse desires to cum – and cum, and cum. And oh, he's already so, so close.

Too close.

He glances down at his veiny cock, twitching excitedly in his hand, ready to burst at any moment. His hips thrusts suddenly into his grip, mushroomy head throbbing steadily as he kneels stock-still – denying his own release. “Fuck. Fuck.” he pants harshly, head slumping forward as his eyes slam shut to focus on ridding himself of the white-hot pleasure brewing in his core. After a few minutes, the budding sensation dies down, leaving him even more aroused and yearning for more.

“Shit.” he mutters a little too loudly, eyes popping open to see nothing but clear, precum dribbling down his length and onto his hand. He releases a breath of relief, gaze snapping back up to the lascivious show in front of him, only for him to see an empty body of water. Eyes searching frantically for his most prized obsession, his heart slams violently into his ribcage.

“That was close.” you whisper, crouching naked next to Lo’ak behind the ferns.

He gasps, practically jumping out of his own skin as he falls onto his backside. He scoots back, hung cock swinging freely from side to side as he creates space between the two of you. Eyes bulging out his head, you watch the colour drain from his face when he comes to the realization that he’s just been caught. Mouth agape with shame and humiliation, his words catch in his throat.

“What? The perv forgot how to speak?” you spit, crawling towards him. His mouth moves, but no words come out. All he can do is stare at you in awe as you make your way between his legs.

“Oh, wow.” you give him a cheeky smile, wrapping your fingers around his girth. “I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you.” His body jolts from your sudden touch, the warmth of your hand heating up his cock even more. “Be a good boy for me? Hm? Try not to make those sounds you made earlier. Don’t want anyone else to catch you, right?” you hum, stroking his cock – slippery from his precum.

Lo’ak nods hastily, shutting his mouth to gnaw on his already bruised bottom lip. He couldn’t believe it, he got caught yet here you were rewarding him for his misbehaviour. Or were you?

“You’ve been quite naughty... spying on me like that.” you cup his fat tip, squeezing it in the palm of your hand. A huff of air shoots through his flared nostrils, eyes slamming shut to focus on that familiar sensation budding in his tightened core once again. “Oh? So quick?” you click your tongue, pulling away your hand to reveal his pulsing head.

“Fuuck.” he groans his first word, eyes popping open as his hips buck in the air.

“Quiet.”

“S-sorry.” he mutters, begging you with his watery eyes to touch him again.

“What do you say when you want something? Hm?” you walk your fingers up his length, thumb swiping over the slit on his tip.

“Please.” he breathes, hips spasming into your hand.

“Good boy. Remember that. Okay?” you reward him with a few more slow strokes, focusing on the sensitive area underneath his cockhead. “Now, tell me. How long have you been spying on me?” 

“Ohh, shit.” he mewls, head dipping back in exhilaration. He couldn’t stop the buck of his own hips, body craving its release oh-so badly. “I-I-I don’t know.” he barely gets out, too focused on trying to cum before you could pull back your hand again.

You feel his cock heat up against your palm, gaze flicking down to see his swollen tip, aching to explode. You let out a soft giggle, quickly releasing him from your grip. His cock throbs so violently it jumps at the rate of his heartbeat – thump, thump, thump. His head snaps forward, brows pinched so tightly they’re almost unified. His raggedy breath worsens, becoming heavier and hotter as he tries to steady it.

“PleasePleasePlease.” he whines lowly, lifting his own hand to do the job.

You smack his hand away, hard enough to leave it stinging. He hisses quietly, the pain only making him more aroused. “Try to touch yourself one more time and I’ll tie your hands behind your back, understood?” He nods in response, desperation growing thicker by the millisecond.

It’s torturous, not being able to touch himself and you denying him his much-needed release. Soon he gives up on trying to keep his noises to a minimum, the white-hot pleasure surging through his entire being was just too overwhelming to stay quiet. For every pump of your hand, earned you a pathetic, filthy whimper from his mouth, and a quick jerk of his hips.

“I‘m close! so – oh, oh fuck!” Lo’ak lets loose a sudden, strained groan, hands instinctively flying to yours to keep them in place, only for you to wrench them away. His cock throbs once more, balls pulling tightly to his body.

“Lo’ak. What did I say?” you huff, picking up his loincloth from the ground.

“That...” he swallows, watching you shuffle towards him unravelling the balled-up string of his loincloth, “you, you would tie my hands –”

“Hands behind your back.” you order, unintentionally finishing his sentence. He reluctantly complies, leaning forward to cross his wrists over one another behind his back. “Good boy. I like when you listen to me.” you mumble, focused on double tying the knot. You pull it taut, pinching the thin skin on his wrist, causing him to hiss.

“Now, let’s try this again.”

The stroking begins once more, so much precum oozing from his reddened tip that a squelch can be heard with each squeeze of your hand. Your strokes become sloppy and erratic, overstimulating him to the point where he can’t think straight – where all he can do is groan and moan. He’s gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut whilst shaking his head from side to side. His hips suddenly thrust into your hand, eagerly chasing his high that he’s trying his best to conceal from you.

He can feel your pace slackening, grip loosening.

“Please. Please don’t.” he begs, despairing that you’ll pull away again. “Please let me cum. I-I need to cum. Please y/n.”

You pull away.

“No, no, no. I can’t. I – I can’t do this anymore. Please!” he sobs needily, hips spasming uncontrollably, veiny cock pulsing intensely.

You quickly bend over, propping yourself up on your elbows – belly flush against the flora beneath you. You give his pulsing tip a couple kitten licks, pushing him right over the edge. He groans loudly, heels burying into the ground, hips lifting into the air as he spurts thick, hot ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest. Still pulsing from his high, you swipe your hand over his stomach, using the help of his own cum to stroke his cock – fast.

“Fucking pathetic.” you breathe, voice bouncing from your merciless strokes. “Fuck. You’re such a fucking perv. You know that?” you mutter, feeling the heat pooling between your thighs. “You wanna cum so badly? Go ahead. Cum for me.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Please – I just, I just fucking came, I can’t – I can’t.” he grunts gutturally, head slumping forward as his brows pinch tightly together. “Pleeease.” he whines under his breath, cock swelling and thumping in your hand.

You lean in, warm tongue darted out for his cock to hit at every stroke, sending jolts of electricity throughout his body. His toes curl, digging into the earth as they lift his hips into the air once more.

“’m gonna cum. H-holy fuck. Holy fuck.” he whimpers, legs shaking from the overstimulation.

Your hand meets his pelvis, holding its position as his essence spills out of his cockhead, dribbling down your hand and his onto tightened, swollen balls. “There you go, baby boy.” you coo, wrapping your other hand around his cock – every inch now being stimulated all at once. “Ready again?”

“What? Fuck, are you crazy woman? I can’t cum anymore –”

His trembling words are cut short by a broken whimper, your cum-coated hands now pumping his tender cock, giving him no time to recover from his previous orgasms. He remained on a high, brain shorting out from the constant stimulation. He lay there taking your relentless, resentment fuelled strokes, wind knocking out of him when he feels that tingling sensation deep in his core. His tensed stomach muscles tighten into knots, mouth hanging open releasing silent cries into the air. He collapses onto his back, taking in a sharp breath, finally filling his burning lungs. You let go, cock violently throbbing to the tempo of his heartbeat, balls pulsating rhythmically – all the symptoms of cumming without the cum.

“Oh shit. You weren’t kidding, Lo’ak.” you chuckle, gentling caressing his length with your fingertips, only making his cock twitch more. “You’re really milked dry, huh? Thought I could’ve gotten more out of these.” you gently cup his swollen balls before shuffling to your feet. “You can set yourself free, right?” you tease, brushing the dirt off your knees.

Lo’ak is too fucked out to mutter a single word, humming indefinitely with pleasure. You scoff, turning around and walking away. “Tomorrow. You already know when and where.” you project your voice, making your way over to your pile of discarded clothes.

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[pandxrastars]

Teach Me ✽ Lo’ak Sully

pairing: (aged up) lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader

contains: p in v penetration, language, choking, etc. it’s smut do the math lolll

warnings: nsfw. mdni, i understand i can’t ensure you actually click off and don’t read, so if you are a minor please do not interact. thank you <3

a/n: i went crazy w this one can’t lie 🙈

Your loud moans and whimpers came to a halt with a high pitched squeal as one last swipe of his tongue hurled your body over the edge and down into your climax, a loud gasp being heard from you next as your lungs filled with air once more. You dipped your heavy head back onto the cushion and let it loll to the side, mouth agape, back arching off the floor and legs winding to a close as your body shook from yet another deliciously violent orgasm. Your second one of the night.

He hummed into your heat, burying his face into your essence and gratefully lapping it up like a horse to water. He felt your legs trying to squeeze shut, irritation beginning to sprout in his stomach due to your incessant fidgeting. He hated when you tried to push him away.

“Uh uh, keep them open. I’m not done.” His grip on your thighs tightened as he pinned them down to the bed, the tips of his fingers creating indents in your skin and the veins in his forearms bulging in resistance to your attempts while he forced you to keep your legs open. Wide open, just for him.

Your legs began to shudder and your walls fluttered around nothing as overstimulation quickly overtook your body. Your jaw dropped and silent, airy squeals left your parted lips, writhing around and bucking your hips to try and separate your throbbing clit from his fast working and merciless tongue. “L-Loak! Please, I can’t-I can’t. I-It’s too much!” You mewled, the rise and fall of your bare chest stuttering from the feeling of his warm mouth caressing your cunt.

He only linked his arms around your thighs and yanked you closer, his muscles tensing, keeping your small frame in place while he hollowed out his cheeks and suckled at your swollen nub. You cried out, hands desperately finding hold of his hair and twining through his braids, swiftly tugging on them as a last resort to get him to show your most sensitive part sympathy.

He hissed bitterly at the sting in his scalp, bringing his head up and away from your puffy cunt, much to your relief. He tried at you, quickly swiping at his mouth with the back of his arm. All of a sudden he grabbed hold of your wrists and harshly pinned them above your head with just one of his hands, dipping his head down to the side of your flushed face. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to keep your hands to yourself?” He growled, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Your body jumping at the feeling of his thick cock slapping down onto your heat now that his loincloth had been discarded.

You let out a wavering, pathetic breath as you stared into his grim eyes, lips sealed together to quiet your uncontrollable mewling as your bottom lip trembled. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, your mind was foggy and all you could think about was how much you wanted him inside you.

“I need you to answer me when I’m talking to you, pretty girl.” A mischievous grin caused the corner of his lips to curve up, lustful amber eyes intently watching your face screw up with every movement he made down below.

He only tilted his head and smiled at your wordless stature; at the fact that you weren’t even able to look at him while he rubbed your clit, let alone answer.

“Is that a no, then? Would you like me to teach you?” He drew his hips back and forth with a lazy pace, precum spilling past the tip of his cock as he sifted it through your folds and nudged at your button. Your hot slick collected onto his length and made the whole action shamefully easy, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and allowing him to bite back a moan at the vulgar scene below your navels.

“Y-yes, please teach me Lo’ak,” Your chest heaved with staggered breaths, legs ribboning around his waist to try and pull him closer to you. You needed more and the fact that he wasn’t giving it to you, on purpose, was driving you mad.

“Aw, look at you,” He cooed. Leaning forward and hungrily dragging his wet tongue from the dip of your collarbone up to the lobe of your ear in a depraved manner, gently nipping at the skin with his sharp fangs and earning himself a whimper from you. “Tell me what you want, go on.” He said, only tightening his hold on your wrists as you helplessly tugged at your arms. You wanted nothing more than to touch on his body the way he was with yours.

You whined and wriggled underneath him, rubbing the skin of your thighs against his sides in hope of friction while he teased your entrance. “Please, please, please, j-just put it in already! Need to feel you inside of me, please…” You begged, the crack in your voice causing his length to twitch with eagerness. You were growing frazzled, the heat of your body rendering you delirious and you prayed he’d cool you down, to fuck you silly and put this fire out. You were so needy for him.

He shook his head at your begging, almost looking disappointed at your lack of dignity even though he knew he couldn’t get enough of it. He placed a prolonged kiss to the corner of your lips, lining himself up with your hole and sinking into you before you could complain any longer.

He pushed past your walls in a terribly slow manor, and you huffed out in frustration when you went to try and hold onto him, only to remember your hands were restricted. The libidinous, half-lidded look on your face paired with the trembling of your bottom lip forced him to take pity on you, your wrists suddenly falling free.

You inhaled sharply, desperate hands instantly coming up to harness themselves at the back of his neck, one of them taking on a mind of their own and trailing down between the divot of his broad shoulders, feeling along the path of the muscle there.

A wanton moan was pulled out of you once he bottomed out completely, the sound of it interrupted when he swooped down to slot his mouth against yours. He took the opportunity to invite his tongue in, slithering it against yours with a searing urge to taste every part of you as if he hadn’t already.

He suddenly rocked his hips into yours with a harsh thrust, making your breasts bounce upwards in the process. You squealed into his mouth, brows pinching together as his cockhead dragged over the gummy part in your pussy only he knew how to reach.

He kissed you feverishly, soft groans and low grunts heard from the man above you as he snapped his pelvis back and forth, rutting into you with such force you were nearly winded. The loud sounds of skin clapping against skin permeated the thick air of your hut and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care if others heard from outside.

You gasped for air and your head fell to the side to rest against the strong forearm that was folded next to you, breaking away from the kiss in the process. Lo’ak grunted at the loss of contact, his hand instantly shooting up to grab your jaw and bring it back to face him.

“Open.” He demanded darkly, and you knew better than to disobey. His pupils swelled at the sight of your pretty pink tongue rolling out to reveal your open and awaiting mouth, your breath hitching when he spit into it.

He smirked and you closed it hastily, eagerly swallowing before showing him your tongue again for confirmation. “Good girl.” He hummed, your spine tingling at his praising tone. He ran a hand over your blushed breasts, lowering himself and greedily enveloping one into his mouth.

He flicked his warm tongue around your nipple, gently grazing his fangs over the sensitive area while his tense balls smacked against the curve of your ass every time his hips surged forward. His low groans sent vibrations through the small bundle of nerves, your back arching to press your chest into his face even more. “Lo’ak-“ You whined out his name but he was already ahead of you, switching over to give the other the same amount of attention.

You felt your stomach tighten, a knot forming as if he were taking both ends of the string and tugging in the opposite direction. “Feels s’good… more, give me more, please!” You whined between pants, a third orgasm quickly approaching as you moved your hips against his in a frenzy, trying to speed things up.

A gentle hand came down to slow your hips, allowing its owner to return to his rhythm, uninterrupted. “Mawey, sweet girl. I’ll get you there.” He chuckled, your skin glistening from the wet kisses he had trailed all the way to the crook of your neck. His lips latched around your sweetest spot, your nails digging half-circles into his tensed back and dragging them downwards.

You clawed at his shoulders with both hands, air leaving your lungs through your widened mouth in hot, short-winded breaths. “I’m sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry,” You repeated aimlessly, eyes screwed shut as you bit back your moans, nails raking reddened welts across his skin that you knew would surely sting to the touch in a few minutes. You winced at your own actions but you couldn’t stop, he was fucking you so well, and it felt so good.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t worry about it, mark me up.” Lo’ak grinned at your apologies, kissing the curve of your jaw. It was a good kind of pain, and it only made him ram into you harder. He loved how tightly you gripped into him, how you held onto his body for dear life while he fucked into you like it was the last time he’d be able to. He leaned back to gaze at your fucked out expression, eyes glossed over with pure fascination while his abs flexed and revealed the true effort of his movements.

He bit his bottom lip as he watched your features screw up in an indecent display and he nearly drooled, rolling his hips in a circular motion that only made you scream louder. “You look so beautiful like this…” He breathed out, admiring the way your eyes threatened to roll back due to the immense pleasure coursing through your veins, the soft hair on your forehead plastered onto the dampened skin. The fact that only he could do this to you filled his heart with yearning; fiercely dedicated to making you come undone around him. He’d do this all day if he could.

He slid a hand up your torso, his fingers curling around your throat to hold you in place as he kept the steady pace that was succeeding in driving you mad. “Yeah I’m deep, huh baby? Look how I’m fuckin’ that pretty little pussy of yours.” Another order that came out in a grunt.

You propped yourself up on an elbow, eyes snapping back open to watch your cunt taking in his entire length with ease, your walls clenching around him at the mere sight of it.

His movements faltered for a moment at the sudden sensation of your walls squeezing his shaft, sucking air through his teeth as he gripped your throat, making you yelp. “Fuck baby, you tryna make me lose it?” He groaned, head coming up to see your low eyes gazing into his with such a salacious look in them that he almost came in you right then.

“I’m sorry…” Was all you managed to force out, your voice cutting in and out while your own moans interrupted your words. “I think I’m gonna c-cum,” You whimpered, completely captivated by whatever trance he had placed onto you and rushing to bite your bottom lip.

He used the hand around your neck to pull you up and closer to him, his perspiring forehead pressed against yours as he stared into your eyes. “Cum on my dick baby. And I wanna feel it when you do, so make it a good one. Yeah?” He watched you nod tearfully, your small hand clutching his wrist so tight that your knuckles were going white, your body lurching back and forth from the force of his thrusts.

“Lo’-ak, Lo’ak! I-I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming!” You wailed, the knot in your core fraying, then snapping to release a torrent of pleasure you didn’t even know was possible. Your body convulsed as you rode out your wave, the length of his cock rutting in and out of your hole and crude squelching noises emitting in the process. Your thighs squeezed around him and he quickly removed his hand from your throat, unwrapping your leg from his waist and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Oh shit- holy fuck!” You cried out, your juices spurting out onto his pelvis and trickling down over his pulsating balls while you tried to control the way your body was convulsing.

“Yeah, that’s it babygirl. Come on, come on,” He chanted, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, nearly salivating at the sight and feeling of your climax. The feeling of your gummy walls pulsating against his thick length was making his head spin. Like your pussy was sucking him in, trying to hold and keep him there everytime he pushed to the hilt inside you.

His breathing became labored and his movements jagged, a clear indicator that he was close to his breaking point.

“Where do you want it? Hurry up sweetheart, I can’t hold it.” His voice strained and lips pursed as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, just to slam it back in and you swore you felt your brain rattle against your skull.

“I-Inside! Please, please cum inside me Lo’ak. I- I want your cum…” You whined, not even knowing what you were saying at this point, your body was speaking for you. You moaned in ecstasy, your hand clutching his bicep as the other travelled down his back to hurriedly grip his backside, trying to push him even deeper into you than it was possible.

His tail curled in delight and he nearly whimpered at the feeling of your hand grasping onto his rear. He mustered out a few more rugged pumps before emptying his balls into you, his groans choked and guttural as he dropped his head forward and into the dip of your shoulder. He put his weight onto you but not completely, managing to hold himself up with an arm folded by your head, his fist clenched firmly.

You gasped when he buried himself deep into you, thick ropes or his seed spilling into your womb as the tip of his cock delicately kissed your cervix. You gasped and moaned out in pure bliss, rolling your hips and dragging your clit against his pelvis in the process while you milked him dry.

“Fuck,” He spat out as he tried to catch his breath, sloppily kissing along your neck. Your shaky hands found their way to cup his cheeks and impatiently pulled him up to meet your face, crashing your lips onto his with no intent of letting him pull away. You kissed him earnestly, your movements erratic and uncoordinated. But you didn’t care, you just needed his lips on yours.

He crawled upwards to push you down onto your back again, a hand smoothing down the curve of your side while he sucked on your tongue, releasing it from between his lips with a quiet *pop*.

He brushed his nose against yours, bringing his hand up to unhook your leg from around him. He raised an eyebrow when you only tightened them around his waist further, looking down at you with a curious smile and a raised brow. “You gonna let me out or what?”

“Or what.” You smiled shyly, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him back down so he was laying on top of you once more. He laughed at your response and leaned in for another kiss, your teeth clinking when you smiled wider at the lovely sound of his voice.

[pandxrastars]

Forgiven

Forgive Me: Part II

Part I ; Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Dom Neteyam Sully (22) x Sub Na’vi Reader (22)

Warnings: extremely filthy explicit smut, slightly mean/dark/hard-dom neteyam, rough mirror sex, brief fingering, rough brief oral sex (m receiving), mentions of ‘slut’, mentions of reader being intimate w/ jake, degradation kink, breeding kink, use of safe word, mentions of knotting

Word Count: 4.2k

Requested: Yes || No loosely based on this prompt

Author’s Note: thank you so much for 2500+ followers and all of the amazing birthday wishes, it all feels unreal. Here’s some dom nete rearranging your insides as a gift ily.

Synopsis: What better thing to bring out the beast within Neteyam than him watching you with someone else? Now, he just needs to remind you who owns you.

“Nete, please. J-just wait. I’m sorry!” you shout, voice bouncing as you run after Neteyam. You finally catch up to him, grabbing his arm to turn him to face you. “Please. I’m sorry.” you pant heavily, winded from such a chase.

“Yeah?” Neteyam steps towards you, lips tightened with his braids swaying. “You’re sorry?” He growls, clenching his jaw as he towers over your tiny frame.

You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before – to the point where he had to walk away so he wouldn’t take it out on you. Imagine that, loving you so much that even after he watches you get fucked out he decides to leave rather than taking it out on you. After all, a part of him knew that it wasn’t your fault entirely. He allowed it to happen to an extent. Regardless, you feel terrible, apologizing repeatedly not because you got fucked by his father, but because you enjoyed it a little too much. And he knew it. You do love him, but to be fucked by the Olo’eyktan himself? Fuck.

“I am, nete. Please, I’ll do anything.” you pout, looking up at him with pinched brows and glossy eyes.

“Hah.” He huffs out a scoff, chin meeting his chest momentarily. His eyes snap up to yours, predatory gaze boring into your innocence, quirked brows and a menacing grin plastered on his face. “Anything?”

“Yes.” you breathe, meeting his gaze with your pleading eyes as you drop to your knees. “Anything.” you pant, parted lips brushing ever so slightly against the bulge in his loincloth.  

His eyes lit up. Seeing you submit to him on your knees, so, so close to his cock, had ignited a fire deep in his chest that only made his grin wider. “On your knees, huh?” he chuckles breathily, gently raking his fingers through your hair. You lean into his touch, eyes still fixated on his. Suddenly, he drops his grin and fists your hair.

“Get up.” he growls, bringing you to your feet by the grip he has on you. “Come.”

“Sst! Neteyam-” you hiss, hands flying up to grip the wrist that’s dragging you along behind him.

Here you are, being dragged through the forest by your hair to only Eywa knows where. You know what this means, though. You had pissed him off once before, and fuck, was that a good pounding. But you know today would be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’re willing though, to take whatever he wanted, no – needed to throw your way. Anything to make it right, for him to forgive you.

“W-where are we going?” you squeak, trying to keep up with his quick strides.

“Somewhere where no one will hear your filthy, little noises.”

The abandoned link shack? Your eyes bulge at the sight of the heavily damaged chunk of metal. “I-I thought we weren’t allowed to come here, Nete.”  

He huffs a sigh in response, plopping you down onto the ground right outside the link shack. “Stay put.” You watch as his tall stature crouches under the misshapen door to get inside the shack. It only takes a few steps for him to disappear from your sight.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had conjured up a plan on how he was going to deal with you the moment his father ordered him to ‘get out the way’. He planned to take you to this very abandoned link shack and remind you who your owner was; where no one could interrupt you, see you... hear you.

He makes his way into the small bathroom and crouches in front of the small, dusty mirror. Giving it a quick wipe with his hand, he peers back at himself, witnessing his own lips tighten and chest heave at the memory of the event. The flame in his chest flickers, growing bigger and hotter at the mere thought. Gripping the sides of the medicine cabinet, he closes his eyes and steadies his erratic breathing, trying to regain some sort of composure. A million and one thoughts are racing through his head all at once. Could he have done something differently? Was it his fault? Why did he feel so angry with you when it was really his father’s doing? It’s all too much, too loud, that he can’t help but yell to drown the deafening murmur in his head.

Once he opens his eyes, he realises he’s ripped the mirror off its hinges. He stares back at himself once more, taking a deep breath before smiling to himself. He knows exactly how he’s going to deal with you.

“Neteyam? Are you alright? I heard you yell.” you ask, worried for your mate.

“Quiet.” he spits, walking swiftly towards you with some sort of reflective object in his hand. He grabs you by the arm, pulling you towards a tree. Little knots tie in your stomach when you realize exactly what he’s holding.

“A mirror?” you say in a small, puzzled voice.

“Yeah. A mirror.” Neteyam repeats your words as he props it up against the trunk of the tree.

“What are you going to do with a mirror, nete?” your voice is small, and shaky.

“You’re going to watch yourself be reminded who owns you.” he mumbles, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his loincloth to tug it down his legs. You watch in awe as his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards his cock. “Open.” he demands.

You’re quick to oblige, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He slaps his cockhead against the flat of your tongue a few times, staring deeply into your eyes. “Eyes on yourself.” he nudges his chin over to the mirror beside you.

Your eyes follow his direction, landing on the sight of you kneeling, mouth opened wide with his cock slapping against your tongue. Seeing yourself like this makes your chest tighten. “Don’t look away.” he orders, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And if you do...” he slowly slides his tip into your mouth, “...there’ll be consequences.”

It was strange – to see yourself with a cock stuffed in your mouth. There were very few instances where you even came face to face with a mirror, at most you’d look at your reflection in the stillness of the lake or pond. But this? This was a different thing all together. You witness him sink himself inch by inch down your throat... the bulge in your neck, the bead of saliva dribbling down your chin. The desire to look away, to look him in the eyes was overwhelming. Just a quick glance wouldn’t hurt, right? Just so you could see his face... to see if he’s still upset, still angry.

A quick glance. That’s all it took to bring the beast out.

“I said not to fucking look away.” he snaps at you, forcing his entire length down your throat and firmly holding you down until your eyes pool with tears. “Fuck. At least this little filthy mouth is good for something. Look at yourself. Go on. Look at you, taking every fucking inch of my cock down your throat. Isn’t it such a pretty sight? Hm?” he hums, bucking his hips into your mouth, shoving his cockhead into the back of your throat.

Your eyes snap back to the mirror, watching the tears stream down your face as you gag on his cock. “Fuck. I love when you gag on me, it feels so fucking good, having your throat squeeze my cock like that.” he bucks his hips once more, earning him another gag. “Ohh, fuck. Just like that, pretty girl.”

A fire sets in your lungs as they yearn for a breath of fresh air. Muffled choked moans vibrate in your throat around his cock, begging him to let up – to let you breathe. “Hah. Be a good girl for me and take my cock. C’mon.” he grins, tightening his grip at the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock even more. You gag repeatedly, fingernails digging into his thighs as you try to take your punishment – to take what you deserved. 

Your vision starts to cloud, stars shining so bright you could barely see your own reflection. “Don’t pass out on me now, love. Wake up.” he thrusts into your mouth, making your eyes pop open. “That’s it. Look at yourself. Whose cock is inside this little mouth of yours? Hm? Tell me.” he commands, yanking you off him.

You gasp for air, coughing violently as you try to say his name. He grabs the underside of your jaw with his free hand and tilts your head up to look into his eyes. “Tell me.” he repeats harshly, top lip twitching from anger. He didn’t look like himself, there’s a glint in his eye – one that frightened you a little. Perhaps it was because you knew deep down that this man has no intentions of taking mercy on you.

“Ne-neteyams!” you croak out a sore throat.  

“Gooood girl.” he smiles, looking down at you with lust in his eyes. “Keep being a good girl for me, will you?” he walks behind you, gripping your shoulders to turn you to face the mirror head on. He seats himself behind you, supporting you against his chest. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he brushes his lips against your skin. He spreads your legs slowly, revealing the growing dark spot in the core of your loincloth. “Who are you so wet for? Hm?” he hums, sliding his hands down from your knees to your inner thighs.

“Neteyam.” you breathe, staring in his wanton eyes through the mirror.

“Ah. You sure about that?” he purrs, hooking a thumb under the band of your loincloth, stretching it out and letting it snap back onto your hip.

“Y-yes.” you squeak, hip stinging slightly.

“Let’s have a better look, then.” he rips the flimsy cloth into two, throwing it aside. “Sorry about that, love. Guess you’ll just have to walk home naked today.” he chuckles softly, pulling back your legs as far as they can go, exposing your bare cunt in the mirror. “Look at that, fuck. So pretty, isn’t it?”

You stare at your glistening folds, your exposed clit... the bead of slick dripping from your entrance. It was almost humiliating, seeing yourself so exposed – so vulnerable. You try to close your legs a little, only for Neteyam to yank them back further, knees nestled under your arms. “Don’t fight me. Keep them spread.” he growls softly, brushing his canines against your shoulder. To your surprise, he plants a soft kiss on your silken skin as his eyes peer up at you like you’re something to devour. He slides his hand down to your inner thigh, pads of his fingers gently brushing over your plump pussy lips.

“Who owns this pretty, little pussy? Hm?”

“You. You do.” you breathe, watching your clit jump from his sensual touches. He gives your cunt a light smack, making you take a quick, sudden breath. “Mmn! Neteyam does.”

“There we go.” he whispers, trailing wet kisses back up to your ear, “Now, don’t look away.” he warns you, parting your lips with two fingers, exposing your wet, glossy hole. “This is mine. To do whatever I please with. Understand?”

“Mm – mhm” you mewl softly, watching intently as he slowly inserts his digits, scissoring them roughly to stretch your cunt. “Oh, n-nete.” you pant, looking at all the different textures and colours of your pussy.

“You don’t need anymore stretching that that, do you? This hole has been so used up already.” he clicks his tongue, roughly pulling out his fingers from your cunt, leaving it clenching around nothingness.

You didn’t even realize how heavy you were breathing until you glanced up to your breasts to see the rise and fall of your chest. Eyes trailing further up, you catch sight of your own arousal – your flushed face, reddened and puffy from crying.

“’ts a shame, really.” he huffs, hoisting you up onto his lap, arms hooked under the dip of your knees to keep your legs wide open. You watch his throbbing, cockhead brush against your slit, poking and prodding at your entrance.

“Eyes on yourself.” he reminds you, shifting in his hips to slowly sink his cock inside your little, needy cunt – inch by inch. You watch as your face screws, mouth falling open, brows tightening and eyes widening... Fuck, is this what he saw when his father sunk his cock inside of you?

“You looked just like that.” he growls, as if he could hear your thoughts. “Just like that when this used hole took another mans cock.” he chuckles just as he bottoms out in your fucked out cunt. “Hm? You liked it that much? Fucking slut.” he pants, drilling his cockhead into your cervix.

“Ohh, fuck! ’m s-so sorry, N-neteyam. Really... ngh! please.” you plead with him, but all he does is drive his cock even deeper inside you, “Agh! I-I couldn’t help how I felt. Shit. I didn’t w-want to enjoy it. Honest-” you sputter out, feeling an immense amount of pressure on your cervix.

“Fuck. I love to hear your little noises... begging and pleading with me.” he chuckles breathily, repositioning your legs to hang over his so he can give you a hard thrust. “The same fucking noises that got you here in the first place.”

“P-please!” you cry out, eyes widening more so you don’t dare look away, witnessing his entire cock disappear in your cunt. “Please. Please. Please.” you beg repeatedly.  

“Hah. ‘Please, please, please’.” he lets loose another chuckle, really finding your little pleas amusing. “You’ve had two cocks in you and you’re still begging for more? What? Do you need a third?” He asks harshly, thrusting into you once more. “Hm? Should I call for my brother next? Hm?!” he shouts, thrusting into you so hard it winds you, making you choke back your words.

You couldn’t answer, even if you knew what to say to such a question. All you could do was stare at the woman in front of you, watching as the teardrops crash on her cheeks, mouth agape with fervour. You watch as he snakes his arm around her waist, sliding his hand down to her pelvis, using two fingers to rub tight circles into her clit. Her face twists with pleasure, brows pinching together, cheeks reddening, her dazed, heavy lidded eyes closing...

 “Look at yourself!” he shouts, smacking your cunt - leaving your clit stinging. “Fuck. Such a -thrust- pathetic -thrust- desperate -thrust- little -thrust- filthy -thrust- fucking -thrust- slut.” he growls, pounding relentlessly into your sticky, sopping cunt, working out loud squelching noises with every thrust.

“Neteyam!” you cry out, eyes popping open as the word finally dislodges from your throat. 

“That’s right, you needy thing. Who’s fucking you? Say it again.” he commands, setting a merciless rhythm, pounding into you so deeply that his balls smack against your clit with each stutter of his hips.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” you moan loudly, shifting your hips so he can fuck right into your sweet spot.

“No.” he growls, angling his own pelvis to avoid your sensitive spot. “You fucking earn it.”

“Please, Nete. I – I want to cum! Please. Please. I’m sorry. I’m s-so, so sorry!” you plead with him, hips spasming frantically as you try to make yourself cum.

“That’s your fucking problem. Always so impatient, so fucking needy and desperate.” he moves his hips quickly, jamming his cockhead right into your g-spot, “You wanna cum? Hm? Yeah?!” he shouts, fucking repeatedly into the swell of your gummy pussy walls as he rubs harsh circles into your clit.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yess.” you cry out, feeling the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten so much that it snaps, “Oh fuck! ‘m gonna cum! N-nete!”

He pulls out of you roughly and pulls the hood of your clit back, denying you your orgasm. “No, no. Pleaseee” you whine, hips trying to search for your mate’s cock.

“You see that? See how your pussy is gripping around nothing? Trying so desperately to find my fucking cock? Yes? Tell me, sweet thing.” he hums, lining his cock up with your quivering hole. “Whose cock is better? Hm? My fathers’ or mine? Hm?” he asks breathily, slowly stretching you out with his throbbing cockhead.

“Yours... ngh - Neteyams! P-please!” you whimper, rolling your hips to drill his cock back inside your slippery pussy.

“Ah. Say it with a little more...” he slams his entire cock inside you in one, hard thrust. “...love.” he growls into the crook of your neck.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” you shout, grinding into his cock. “I love your cock – fuck. I love it, I love you. I – I want to cum, please!”  

“That’s it, you’re mine. All mine. To do whatever I fucking want with. My own personal fuck toy. My own cumdump.” he ruts into you, massaging your clit with all three fingers. “Just a hole for my cock to fuck. Aren’t you?” he huffs, spreading your legs further with his knees.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” you cry out, feeling the heat pool in your pelvis once more. “Please, can I cum? Ngh – oh, N-nete... g-gonna cum!”

“Look. Look at how your body responds to me. Go on, watch yourself cum.” he grinds into your swollen sweet spot, tightening the circles he’s rubbing into your clit. “Cum for me.” he demands.

Your eyes roll back before they squeeze shut as loud, lengthy moans escape your agape mouth. He gives your clit a quick smack, demanding that you watch yourself cum, before he rubs even tighter circles into it. Your eyes pop open just as you cum, just as an orgasm so powerful ripples through your body that you push his cock out of you and gush all over the mirror – cum splattering it’s reflective surface.

“Fuck. Just like that. Such a good little slut.” he praises you, rewarding you for your good behaviour by stuffing you with his cock once more – giving you no time to recover or come down from your high. He closes his eyes momentarily to relish in that sweet, euphoric feeling of your pussy walls fluttering helplessly around his girth. You slump back into his chest, letting him fuck into your cunt again, working out more sloppy, squelching sounds as he taps your clit repeatedly. You watch through inebriated eyes and the little splatters of cum on the mirror, as he works yet another orgasm out of you.

“Again. Cum for me again.” he slams his cock into you deeper – harder, insisting with his thrusts that you cum for him.

“Please... mmngh, I just c-came Nete. I – I can’t – ugh! cum again” you pant, breath hitching as you dig your nails into his knees.

“You can. And you will.” he growls lowly, tapping your clit a bit harder.

Though you just came, you could feel the aftershocks morph into jolts of electricity, surging through your entire body. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers and toes – the zap of each thrust and swipe of your clit. And – oh fuck, did it feel so good. So good that you could really cum on his cock again. He could feel the gummy walls of your pussy heat up as your walls clamp down on his cock. He takes this as his sign to angle his hips once more to fuck right into your already swollen, fucked out sweet spot.

“Go on. Cum on my fucking cock.” he growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

So many feelings were surging through you all at once – pain and pleasure, euphoria and guilt, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming, just like he demanded of you. You release silent screams into the air, overstimulated from his incessant thrusts. You feel – you see your cunt pulsate around his cock, just as his hand flies away from your clit for you to witness it twitch and throb before you. He grabs your hips and shoves you down on his cock, holding you there while to finally get the chance to ride out your orgasm, grinding and spasming into his pelvis.

“See that?” he whispers, pulling his cock out of you so that he can spread your folds apart with his fingers. “That’s my pussy to fuck...” you stare at your hole quiver convulsively around nothingness, “...my clit to rub” your eyes shift up to your twitching, swollen clit, “...my womb to breed.” he growls, slamming his cock back inside you.

“Oh shittt. Please.” you beg, voice hoarse and low.

You could tell by the look in his eye that he wasn’t here – he wasn’t listening to you. He was too deep in his emotions to take mercy on you that the only way he would stop was if he came inside you – marking you with his seed, marking you as his. You knew that this is what you deserved, anyways, for fucking his father and enjoying it.

So, you take it.

He’s pounding into you once again, slipping and sliding in and out of your cunt – skin smacking against skin. You could see in his drunken eyes that he was close, you could feel it in the way his cock heats up inside you, the way it twitches each time his cockhead kisses your cervix. You pray to Eywa that once he cums that it’ll finally be over. Your eyelids are so heavy, threatening to shut for good each time you flutter them, but you dare not succumb to your urges. You watch hazy eyed as he ruts arrhythmically into you, too busy chasing his own climax to notice the look of defeat plastered on your face. 

“’m gonna cum inside you. So, so deep. ‘m gonna flood your fertile womb with my seed, ‘nd walk you back home with it dripping between your legs so everyone knows you’re mine.” he grunts into your neck, giving you shorter and deeper thrusts. His grunts turn into guttural, lengthy groans as he grips your knees to pull them back – to open yourself up even more for his load. “Mmmn-fuck. You feel so fucking good, sucking in my cock like that – shit. Ready for it?” he huffs, bottoming out in your cunt to spray his seed deep inside of you. “Ohh f-fuck, yes. Nghh – watch yourself be bred, my pretty thing. Look.” he pants in your ear, rocking his hips into you.

You look down at your pussy, witnessing his warm cum fill you up so much that the excess oozes out of you. You attempt to close your legs to keep it inside you, only for him to forcefully spread them open – making you watch him impregnate you. “Not begging for my knot today? Hm?” he presses his knot against your entrance, ready to pop it inside you.

“No, no, no. Nete please, don’t” you babble, too fucked out to say much more. You knew you couldn’t take anymore, especially not his knot. Regardless, he continues to poke and prod at your slit with it, trying to bury it inside of you – to breed you for good.

“Utumauti! Utumauti! [bananafruit]” you cry out your safe word for the first time.

There’s a moment of silence – of stillness. Where he just processes the words that just came out your mouth. You could see his expression change... soften, as he slips back into the Neteyam you know. You could see the glint of guilt in his eye as he immediately pulls out of you.

“I... I’m sorry.” he croaks, cradling your limp body in his arms before laying you down.

He’s looks at you, cum seeping out of your used hole, body trembling from being so mishandled. He eyes trail up your body, to your flushed face, seeing the water pooled in your eyes. Now that, hurt his heart. He scoots back, creating a great deal of distance between the two of you. You look at him through blurred vision to see that he’s now got his head hanging between his knees.

“Nete. It’s okay. I’m okay.” you reassure him with trembling lungs.

“Forgive me, y/n.” he mutters, hiding his face between his knees.

“Only if you forgive me.” you say, a hint of smug self-satisfaction in your voice.

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Moment of Truth

Neteyam’s First Rut: Chapter VII

Read Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V & Chapter VI

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (21) x Avatar Reader (21)

Warnings: nsfw, ANGSTANGSTANGST, pregnancy, blood, reader cries way too much, a sliver of smut (in comparison), make up/pregnant sex creampie, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 8.5k [I have no excuse]

Requested: Yes || No || Kinda

Author’s Note: why am I so dramatic lol. the amount of angst in this is sickening, but it’s okay there’s a happy ending, I promise.

Synopsis: You’ve been keeping a big secret from your mate, Neteyam. It’s time to come clean, but when finally you decide to... something happens.

Previously:

“Ma’ yawne. You had me worried. Ta’sun is in good hands, okay? Let us go home.” he reassures you, not even considering how being away for long would make you feel. He rubs your back whilst coming out the water. “How do you feel... otherwise?” he asks, a sliver of relief in his voice.   

“I’m okay. I just want to go home, please.” you mumble, already feeling the guilt of lying about something so big.

The ride home is quiet. You cling to your mate, running an array of scenarios through your head. Scenarios of you sitting him down, and telling him the truth. Only for him to respond to you with a cold shoulder, or worse – anger and disappointment. You can already hear it:

“y/n, how could you be so careless? If you knew, why did you not say anything? I asked you, multiple times!”

Because the truth is, you knew. You knew from the moment you sat in between his legs on Seze, feeling the influence of his pheromones. You knew, deep down, that your heat was creeping up on you, yet you still reassured him that you wanted this – wanted him. You knew that when you did accept the truth, that it was too late.

Your eyes remain shut, tears still silently running down your cheeks, hurting from words he never spoke.

“Shh... my love. We are almost there. Ta’sun is going to be so excited to see his sa’nu [mummy], that he will not even look his sempu [daddy].” he chuckles, a warm hand holding you close to him.

His words only make you bawl more, dimples forming in your chin as it quivers. The thought of your baby jumping about excited to see you makes your heart sink even more, because you know you could have another budding in your womb, excited to meet you too.

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Three weeks have passed since Neteyam’s rut. Each day felt torturous, carrying the burden of such a heavy secret in your heart. There were countless moments where you yearned to sit down and tell him the truth – to tell him you may be pregnant. But there were also moments where you tried, where it came out more as a light-hearted joke, rather than a confession. The moments where he made it clear that it not something he wanted.

--

“You look like you want a baby tsmukan [brother] or tsmuke [sister] to protect, ma’ Ta’sun. Look at you getting so big.” you coo, watching your son crawl to you.

Neteyam chuckles behind you, watching his son try his best to make quick strides back to his sa’nu. “None, right ma’ Ta’sun? You are still a baby yourself, too young and sweet to have that responsibility.” Neteyam speaks from his own experience, being the bigger brother – the protector, all his life.

Just like that, a few more stones in your heart. 

It hurt you. To know the father of your child wouldn’t be excited to hear he was having another. It only made you retreat even further into your shell, denying yourself your own excitement of possibly having another Ta’sun in your womb. You tried your best to turn a blind eye to your blatant symptoms, that you began to experience in only a week.

Just the sight of steamed bladder polyps made you gag, and if the smell ever wafts past your nose, you’d to run out of the tent to heave into the shrubs. The craving for Yovo fruit has come back ten-fold, now being the only thing that you can keep down. There was a new heaviness in your womb, much like the heaviness in your heart. A heaviness that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t deny.

Your breasts became tender and sore. Each time he latched white-hot pain seared through your breast, making you jolt in your skin. You endured it regardless; you’d do anything for your son. But Ta’sun weaned overnight, out the blue – another thing that kept you from sleeping soundly.

--

“Teyam, he keeps biting me.” you cry, frustrated and worn out. “It hurts, I-I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what is happening.” you lie once more, already knowing it’s because your milk doesn’t taste the same due to the new hormones in your body.

“Ah, my love.” he rests his hands on your shoulders, only for you to shrug him away. “It is alright. It is time now that he weans.” he tries to reassure you, stepping back to give you the space you want.

“You are not listening to me... I wish you listened to me.” you hiccup, talking about something completely different.

His brows pinch together, pity plastered on his face. “Oh, ma’ yawne. I know you are frustrated.” a hand hovers over your shoulder for a split second, “I am sorry.” he apologizes, retreating his hand, feeling like he could be a better mate – a better father.

You felt terrible. You knew your attitude hurt Neteyam, lashing out on him when you were upset.

Neteyam could tell something was off about you, but he chalked it up to something that happened that day – something that he did wrong. There was unspoken, unpleasant tension between the two of you. You remained in your shell, trying to hide all the symptoms of the budding babe in your womb. But it only came off as detachment. He tried to make it up to you daily with numerous gestures of love, all of which you brushed off because of the guilt bubbling deep in your chest. You felt that you didn’t deserve his love, keeping a lie this big from him – and he felt that he deserved your cold, distant treatment.

“Ma’ txe’lan [heart]. I made your favourite. Are you hungry?” he smiled wide, bringing you a bowl of steamed bladder polyps with Ta’sun strapped to his chest.

Your face screwed, stomach turning at the smell wafting past your nose. Eyes slamming shut, you exhale harshly, trying to get the smell out your system. A fire sets in your lungs as they beg for air. You shake your head, and run outside, leaving him there alone – his smile drooping into a frown.

He waited patiently for you to come around, giving you as much time as you needed. At times, he confided in his mother, wishing to get clarity – to gain some sort of understanding. He thought, perhaps it was something deeper, something that women experience after having a baby. There would be moments where he would try to talk to you, or just cherish you in his arms. The moments where he would lightly tug at your queue, silently asking to feel connected with you.

--

Neteyam presses his body against yours, yearning for his mates’ soft, soothing touch. He misses you, yet you’re lying right in front of him. Not wanting to pressure you into anything, he never took it father that just this. But tonight, his heart weighs extra heavy, despite it being empty.

“Y/n.” he whispers, lips brushing against your neck. “I miss you.” his voice cracks, riddled with anguish.

The words are like a dagger to your heart, piercing it enough for the stones to tumble out. You miss him, too. Yet you lay there as silent as a yerik [hexapede], putting on yet another sleeping façade. Desperate fingertips brush the length of your queue. He knows that you’re awake, he could hear your thumping heart.

“I love you, y/n.” he whispers once more, knowing you’re listening. “I see you. For life.” his way of telling you that he’ll wait for however long you need him to.

You cry, and cry, and cry, scooting back into his arms as you tugged your queue from his fingertips, holding it tight to your bosom. “I love you.” you spit the words, breath hitching from your sobs.

You couldn’t believe yourself, being such a hypocrite. You were so upset with Neteyam when he lied to you about going on the hunting trip with his father so he could just spend his rut alone. A lie that was for your benefit.

It all became unbearable. Your symptoms became unbearable – indubitable. It was eating you alive, you had to know for sure... to come clean. But you didn’t know how. To simply say “I think I am pregnant” seemed too easy – too simple. How could you say such a thing after weeks of mistreatment? After weeks of being a horrid mate? You needed advice. Who better to give that to you than your best friend?

Kiri.

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“Neteyam. Kiri wanted to talk to me. Sounds important. You okay with Ta’sun for a while?” the lie slips off your tongue too easily.

“Of course, ma’ yawne. Don’t you want to eat before you go? You have not eaten all day.” he smiles slightly, glancing at the bladder polyps.

“Uh – no. But thank you, Nete. I’m gonna get going before the eclipse starts, okay?” you say, backing out of the tent. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Oh, okay. I love-” his voice strains, quickening to catch you before you... slip out the door. “...you.” he finishes his sentence, a sinking feeling in his chest makes his ears lay flat. He looks down at his son, perched in his lap.

“What did sempu [daddy] do wrong?” he croaks, tucking Ta’sun’s growing hair behind his ears. Ta’sun babbles at his father in return, staring up at him with a wide-eyed goggle and a gummy smile.

----

Too deep in thought, you were already at Kiri’s tent, standing at her door focused on your feet. The emotional overload is overwhelming. You were... everything, all at once. Angry. Sad. Disappointed. Anxious... In denial – heavy denial. Kiri being his sister didn’t make it any better. How would you tell her? How could you tell her? You’d been mistreating her brother for weeks. Surely, she wouldn’t be happy to hear that, even if you’re her best friend – her sister. Body going into fight or flight, you turn around, ready to flee.

“Y/n?” Kiri’s hushed voice makes to spin around, surprised. “Why are you here?” a look of puzzlement on her face, she peeks behind you, looking for Neteyam and Ta’sun before focusing back on you. Her expression softens, taking in the sight of her sister’s puffy eyes, and tear-stained cheeks. “...what happened? Come.” she asks through a gasp, dragging you in her tent.

She sits you next to her on her cot, waiting patiently for you to speak on your own. All you can do is bury your face into your hands and cry silent tears. Snaking her arm around your shoulder, she pulls you in, swaying you both side to side.

“Tsmuke [sister].” her tongue clicks, “tell me what’s the matter, hm?” she hums, rubbing your arm.

Breath skipping uncontrollably, you try to tell her what happened, only for it to come out as gibberish. All except for the words “you’re going to be mad at me.”

“Y/n. Take a breath. You’re okay. You’re safe. I won’t be upset with you, okay?” she calms you, holding you in front of her firmly by the arms. “Okay?” she repeats slowly.

You nod quickly, wiping away your tears. “I think that I am pregnant.”

Kiri searches your eyes, a look of puzzlement washing over her once more. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this a good thing? A blessing, yes? And why would I be upset with you about that?”

“B-because. I-I have been hiding it from Neteyam. I’ve been a horrid mate. I didn’t know my heat would come. I’ve been so cold and distant from him. And – and he doesn’t understand why! I try my best to hide my symptoms, but I just end up avoiding him. Lashing out on h-him. He – he thinks it’s his fault. That he did something wrong. I want to tell him, but... I don’t know how.” you blubber on and on, eventually looking up at Kiri’s even more puzzled face. “He’s going to be upset with me, Kiri.” you voice hushes down into a hoarse whisper, bottom lip trembling.

“Y/n.” she huffs out as a sigh. “Why would he be upset? Was he upset when you found out about Ta’sun? No. He loves being a father. Why would he be... upset?” she repeats her question, grimacing at the word. She knows her brother puts his mate and child over anything – anyone.

“He said it himself. H-he thanked Eywa... that he didn’t get me pregnant. He thinks it’s too soon – too soon for Ta’sun to have a younger sibling. He’s been like this since we first mated, Kiri. He told me once that I was lucky I didn’t get pregnant on my first heat. I just, I know he will be upset with-” your blubber is cut short by Kiri holding your face.

“Tell. Him.” she states firmly, pursing her lips slightly. She pulls you in, wrapping her arms around you. “Tell him, y/n. Trust me.” she hums, tightening her warm embrace. “And we need to go see grandmother. Today. Like, now.” she pulls back, raising her brows as she looks at you, as if to say ‘got it?’.

You try to smile, biting your bottom lip. Hearing Kiri’s comforting words and feeling her soothing touch lightened the weight in your heart. But it’s quickly filled with something else, something that quickened the thud of your heart. Fear.

Kiri picked up on it straight away, a gift from Eywa if you will. “Do not fret. It will be okay, no matter what she says. I am here for you. Everyone is here for you.” she says her words slowly, drilling them in your head.

Will Neteyam be here for me? You ponder.

----

“You are with child.” Mo’at grins, placing her wooden pick back into its casing. She kneels behind you, humming as she presses her palm firmly against your back. “seykxel sì nitram [congratulations], a girl child.” her grin grows wider, “Ta’sun will have tsmuke [sister].”

A baby girl.

For the first in three weeks, you feel nothing but happiness. It’s like a moment of silence in all the noise, all the buzz that’s been ringing non-stop in your head. All the voices finally hush, leaving your heart warm, and light. A moment of euphoria.

A moment.

A silent gasp parts Mo’at’s lips. Eyes rolling back into her head, she mutters under her breath – something you can’t quite make out. “Grandmother?” Kiri squeaks quietly, afraid to disturb the elder in trance. Mo’at’s grin falls quickly.

“Kiri?” you reach your hand out to find her. She holds your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, reminding you of her words ‘It will be okay, no matter what she says.’

“My child. Your distress has affected your unborn. You must rest. Go. Tell your mate.” she states, slowly backing away from you.

A moment.

Waves of anxiety and guilt crash into you so hard they wind you, leaving you breathless. Not only had you been a terrible mate, but a terrible mother, ignoring your unborn – denying her existence. The heaviness of your heart returns, ten-fold, leaving no space for the happiness that was just there.

It didn’t feel real.

Is there really a baby in here? You rest a gentle hand on your abdomen.

Kiri embraces you once more, snapping you out of your daze. “Tell him, y/n. Tell him now.”

“Okay.” you mutter, getting up to walk out the healer’s tent. Kiri walks next to you, linking her arm with yours. “I got it, Kiri. Thank you.” you say monotonously, trying to feel nothing for the sake of your... baby.

“Are you sure?” she asks, slowly unlinking her arm from yours.

“Yeah. I’m sure. I’m going to take my time anyways... to think some more.” your words are flat, lifeless – much like how you feel.

“Alright, y/n. The eclipse is starting, so don’t take too long. Okay?” she hesitates, reluctant to leave you alone.

“Yeah. Okay.” you say, keeping your eyes on your feet.

“Everything will be alright. Get plenty of rest.” she tries to comfort you, only to be met with your blank stare.

Parting ways, you begin the trek home. It wasn’t too far, unfortunately. You really wanted some more time to think about what you were going to say and how you were going to say it. Not only did you have to tell him that you are pregnant, but that your stress and dishonesty have been affecting the baby, too. At this point, you don’t know howhe’ll react.

How could you even say this? ‘Neteyam. I’m pregnant. A baby girl, but she’s at risk because of my careless actions’ or, how about ‘I was a piece of shit mate to you for three weeks and have been hiding my pregnancy – denying the existence of our unborn daughter, who is suffering because of it.’

Nothing you came up with was good enough. Nothing sounded right. The more you thought about it, the more it registered how badly you fucked up. Your eyes remain locked on your feet, watching each toe grip the flora beneath you, step after step. You watch as the freckles on your skin glow as the eclipse occurs. You didn’t even realize that you’d been walking aimlessly this entire time. So deep in thought, you veered off the path to your tent.

Finally looking up into the darkness, you see the bioluminescence of the panoprya, anemonids and kentens [flying fan lizard] light up the forest. “Shit.” you mutter, becoming aware of the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Doing a quick 360, it dawns on you.

You’re lost.

“Shit. Shit. How far out am I? I don’t even know where I am.” you think out loud. Without giving it a second thought, you pick a direction and walk. Unbeknownst to you, you were just venturing deeper into the forest. The sounds of the fauna frightened you, keeping you on edge, only making you walk faster, and faster. Before you know it, you’re racing towards a finish line that didn’t exist.

Winded, you stop to catch your breath, leaning against a thick tree trunk. In the distance, you spot a heavily damaged link shack. You had heard of it before, Jake told the story about his final battle with Quaritch at family dinner. But you had never seen it in person. The sight makes you dizzy. Heart thumping violently between your ribs, you press the button on your throat microphone with a shaky hand.

“Ma’ tìyawn [love].” you sniffle.

----

With the eclipse occurring, Neteyam only becomes more and more worried about you. “Ta’sun, where is your sa’nu [mummy]?” he coos quietly, looking down at his sleeping babe in his arms. “I think we should go check on her. What do you think?” he whispers.

With Ta’sun strapped tightly to his chest, he gears up with his bow and arrows and makes the quick journey to Kiri’s tent.

“Kiri!” he whispers with a harsh voice, babe still sleeping nuzzled into his chest. With no response, he calls out again. “Kiri! Y/n!”.

Silence.

Bursting through the door, Neteyam sees Kiri sound asleep. Furrowed brows raise, beaded eyes widen, pursed lips part – a shocked expression contorts his face. His legs take a second to long to respond to his commands to move. But when they do, he bolts towards Kiri, shaking her awake. Practically jumping out of her own skin, she stands in front of her brother, groggy and confused.

“Kiri. Kiri. Where is y/n? She told me she was coming here, to talk to you. Where is she?” he asks frantically, grip tightening on his sister’s upper arm.

“She – she went home! We went to see Mo’at and then she went home. Didn’t she tell you?” Kiri hand snaps to her forehead as she stares blearily at her brother.

Ta’sun stirs against his father’s chest. Neteyam bounces reflexively, hushing his voice to a harsh whisper. “No! Tell me what? Why did you go to see Mo’at? Where is y/n?”

A crackle of static comes through Neteyam’s earpiece.  

“Ma’ tìyawn [love].” you sniffle.

Neteyam’s heart skips a beat. He hasn’t heard you call him that in weeks. It sounds as if you’re crying, voice hushed, yet harsh. He could hear the whooping and cackling of nocturnal creatures in the background and your heavy breaths.

“Ma’ yawne... Where are you?” he chokes out, unwrapping the prrsmung [carrier] from his chest, signalling with his eyes that Kiri take the baby.

“If I tell you, you’re going to be mad, my ‘teyam.” you murmur.

Kiri takes the baby gently, so not to wake him. Neteyam fixes his bow to his chest, hurrying out of Kiri’s tent. “I won’t be mad. Just tell me, love.” he tries not to sound panicked, as he makes his way towards the forest.

“I – I don’t know.” you squeak, fear evident in your voice. “I think I’m at the old shack... the forbidden one.”

Oh, shit.

“Okay. Okay. Stay there. Do not move, understand? It is forbidden for a reason. I am coming now, just – please.­” his own fear shook his voice, too.

“O-okay, my Nete. I... need to tell you s-something.” your breath hitches.

“Tell me when I get there, okay? I’m coming now. Just stay there.” he hums, trying to calm you down. By the way you were speaking it sounded as if you were trying to mutter your last words to him, and that terrified him.

“No, i-it can’t wait. It’s important. I don’t even know how to stay it, Nete. I’m just so sorry. I really am. I love you, so much. And I miss you. I miss Ta’sun.” you blabber, tears freely flowing down your cheeks.

“Y/n. Please. You are scaring me now. What is going on?” his voice bounces as he weaves through the panoprya and jutting tree branches. He has not heard you speak like this in weeks.

“I need to tell you... the truth. All of it. I’m pr – ” a sudden gasp, then static.

“Y/n? Y/n?” he repeats, thuds becoming louder as his heels strike the ground harder – faster. “y/n?!”

---- [repetition of words incoming]

The eclipse is in full bloom, only the bioluminescence around you can be seen – leaving you with few senses to rely on. Ethereal sounds of the forest echo in your ears, the scaly bark of the tree scrapes the skin on your back, wafting the scent of your own blood by your nose. A terrible feeling wrings your gut, making you queasy. Or perhaps that was the budding babe in your womb. It’s an eerie feeling – right dead in the pit of your stomach. It frightens you... terrifies you. It feels as if...

...someone is watching you.

You huddle further into the tree, closing your eyes to concentrate on your mates’ voice. “Okay. Okay. Stay there. Do not move, understand? It is forbidden for a reason. I am coming now, just – please.­” Neteyam’s shaky voice comes through your earpiece.  

Snap. No other than the sound of a twig breaking in two. How cliché.

You squeeze your eyes tighter, hoping that if you don’t look, it’ll go away. A hand flies to your mouth – your poor attempt at keeping the sounds of your heavy breaths to a minimum. The last time you were this petrified was when Auzo assaulted you in broad day light. What if that day repeats? What if something... someone, is watching you?

You had to tell him, now.

“O-okay, my Nete. I... need to tell you s-something.” you whisper into your hand, breath hitching.

“Tell me when I get there, okay? I’m coming now. Just stay there.” he tries to soothe his shaky voice.

Your eyes fly open to the rustle of the lush foliage above you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to go home to my mate. To Ta’sun. You let go a breath you didn’t know you were even holding.

“No, i-it can’t wait. It’s important. I don’t even know how to stay it, Nete. I’m just so sorry. I really am. I love you, so much. And I miss you. I miss Ta’sun.” you blabber out a little too loudly, tears stinging your face.

“Y/n. Please. You are scaring me now. What is going on?” his bouncing voice is panic-stricken.

The rustling intensifies.

You gulp down a wad of spit. The hand covering your mouth trembles, droplets of tears falling on its luminescent freckles. “I need to tell you... the truth. All of it. I’m pr – ”

You gasp suddenly, hitting the floor with a thud. Something – someone is on top of you, pinning you face down. The earpiece falls out your ear, cutting off Neteyam shouting your name. It all happens so quick. In a moment, he has your hands tied behind your back, and a knife to your throat.

“Up.” A chilling voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Now!” he booms, jerking you up by the base of your queue. A deafening whimper parts your lips as you stand on the tips of your toes, trying your best to make space between your jugular and the knife’s blade.

He looks quickly at your fingers, counting ten in total. “Colonel. It’s Zhang. We got a half-breed. Site 26. Over.” he pages Quaritch.

Zhang? Colonel? As in... Colonel Quaritch?

Your belly ached at the words, twisting, and turning into a tight knot. Heart thumping violently against your ribs, your hold your breath, afraid of the blade a millimetre away from your throat.

“You’re coming with us, buttercup. Care to explain how you got ten fingers?” he snarls, pressing himself against you.

“’m not your fucking buttercup.” you squeeze out of clenched teeth, surprised by your own words.

Zhang chuckles deeply, tightening his grip on your queue, earning a high-pitched squeal from you. “Got a lil’ fight in ya’. Sit still, pretty. We got ways to make ya’ talk.”

“Two clicks out. Over.” a faint voice comes through his earpiece.

The magnitude of the situation quickly dawns on you. If you didn’t do something – if you didn’t get out now, you’d be kidnapped and tortured. An image of Ta’sun crying for his sa’nu [mama] in Neteyam’s arms flashes before you, igniting a roaring flame in your heart – incinerating the heaviness in it. Dagger pressed firmly to your throat, hand gripping your queue, binds on your wrists – the only thing free was your mouth.

----

Neteyam cautiously approaches the prohibited area, old link shack in sight. Hearing your high-pitched squeal, he quickly camouflages himself in the tall flora. Peeking through the slivers of the leaves, he catches the sight of what seems to be a Na’vi male pressing against you, holding a knife to your throat. He inhales sharply, blood bubbling under his skin, lips curling over his teeth.

Repositioning his stance, he loads his bow in an instant, ready to make his first kill. Hot air huffing through his nostrils, fury blurs his vision. He holds his breath, attempting to still his shaky hand as he pulls the fatal arrow back against his cheek. Heart galloping like a direhorse, he exhales slowly, aiming the pointed arrowhead at his prey.

“I have a baby... at home waiting for me... he’s – he’s almost five months old.” you speak slowly as tears stream down your face. Neteyam’s ears perk up at the sound of your small voice.

“Shut it, buttercup.” Zhang snaps at you, leaving a warning on your throat.

“He... needs his mama.” you choke out between hitched breaths, tears mixing with the blood trickling down your chest. Neteyam grimaces at your words, struggling to get a clear shot.

“Shut it!” He shouts, twisting the base of your queue.

“Mmmn!” you muffle out a cry, body tensing – eyes squeezing shut. “Please.” you breathe.

“Fuck!” Zhang yells angrily, spinning you around to face his towering frame. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking shut it?” he yanks your head back, positioning the tip of his dagger to your jugular.

You could tell from the look in his eyes that your words were getting to him, triggering him. It was as if he didn’t want to hear that you were a real person, with a life, a family – a baby in your belly. Not only did you have a baby at home, but you had one here with you, inside your womb. Your heart skips a beat as you prepare yourself to utter the words – to face the truth.

“I’m pregnant.” you mouth, words catching in your throat. Top lip twitching from rage, he withdraws his dagger, ready to make the lethal cut. “No. No! I’m pregnant! P-please.” you cry out, words dislodging abruptly – loudly. Your words echo in your ears, fuelling the menacing fire in your heart to incinerate whatever denial or doubt you had remaining.  

Neteyam’s heart throbs in his chest, a surge of adrenaline rushing through him. His eyes widen, his focus becoming clear and sharp. His mate needs him – his mate who carries his unborn. Zhang’s grip loosens ever so slightly, predatory leer softening for a millisecond, providing Neteyam with a clear shot.

His releases his arrow of death, bowstring snapping against his forearm, impaling his prey through his back. You witness his body jolt, eyes dilate and constrict before they dim completely. His lifeless body slumps to the ground, arrow protruding out of his back as blood pools at your feet. Your eyes snap up, to see Neteyam’s wide stance, chest heaving violently from making his first kill. Your eyes lock with his, riddled with worry and anger.

“Neteyam!” you sob loudly, watching him bolt towards you.

“Did he touch you?!” he raises his voice, gripping your arms to move you back to examine your condition.

“N-no!” you stutter, in absolute shock.

Pulling you into his arms, he holds you tightly, one hand on the back of your head and the other fiddling with the tie on your wrists. “Mawey. Mawey [calm]. I am here. You’re safe.” he pants shakily, adrenaline still coursing viciously through his veins. “You’re safe.” he repeats breathily, finally freeing you from your restraints.

He steps back, eyes trailing your body thoroughly, narrowing slightly as they pass the wound on your throat. They make their way down your chest, watching at the red beads of blood and tears drip down your stomach. His gaze lingers at your abdomen, taking in the sight of the small bump left by Ta’sun – now filled by his unborn. Eyes snapping back up to yours, he swallows thickly.

“Is it true? Are you pregnant?” he asks breathlessly, a hand slipping from your arm to rest on your womb.

You nod weakly, tears welling up in your eyes once more. “Yes, Nete.” you catch your breath. “I am. I’m pregnant. I’m s-so sorry.” You bawl, salty tears stinging the wound on your neck.

Tears threaten to fall from his glossy eyes as he smiles wobbly, his hand cupping your cheek. “You’re pregnant. Oh, ma’ yawne, you are pregnant.” he breathes, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

“I – I didn’t know my heat would come. I understand why you’re upset, that you’re not ready for another. I’m so sorry, Nete. I should’ve known, and I – I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, so terrible to you. And Mo’at says she is stressed, all because of me, and-” you sob hysterically, Neteyam cutting you off to embrace you closely.

“She? A girl?” he asks quickly, pulling you closer into his chest. “We’re having a baby girl?” his tears overflow, rolling down his cheeks.

You nod into his chest, sobbing loudly. He shushes you, swaying you from side to side, rubbing the dip of your back. “Shh, my love. You have made me the happiest man alive, bringing life to our family once more. Do not fret, ma’ yawne. It is going to be okay. She will be okay.” He hums, planting a kiss on your head.

The whirring of a kunsip [scorpion gunship/helicopter] can be heard in the distance, throwing Neteyam back into the thick of his protective urges. “Come. Come. We must go. Quickly.” he whispers, grabbing your hand and running through the forest back to hometree.

----

Neteyam barges into his sleeping grandmother’s tent, rousing her out of her sleep. “Grandmother!”

The elder sits up groggily, used to her sleep being disturbed as Tsahik. “What is it, Neteyam?” she croaks.

“It is y/n. Please, check her.” he huffs, out of breath from the trek. He ended up carrying you back home half way, not wanting the baby to be under any more stress.

“Put me down, my Nete. Grandmother, I’m fine really, it is just a scratch.” you reassure the elder.

“What happened, my child? How did you get such a wound?” she goes for her concoction of herbs, smearing it over the deep cut. Neteyam explains briefly, as Mo’at makes her way around to your back, placing her cold palm flush against your spine.

“Baby is strong.” She hums, a surprised expression washing over her face. “What have you done since I last saw you?”

You smile weakly, glancing at Neteyam. He takes his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “I told my mate.”

Mo’at’s eyes flicker between the two of you, her puzzled expression relaxing into one of happiness. “I see.” she states, corners of her lips curling upwards. “Everything is good. Get dome rest. Both of you.”

“Thank you, grandmother.” you shoot her a smile, thankful for her help. Neteyam sweeps three fingers from his forehead, also thanking his grandmother.

He turns to you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Kiri has Ta’sun. Shall we go?”

You nod hastily, a smile plastered on your face. Oh, how you longed to see your son after such an ordeal.

Arriving at Kiri’s tent, Neteyam quietly enters to see Kiri pacing back and forth. “Neteyam! Y/n!” she whispers loudly. She sees your banged up condition, scanning your body frantically. She hugs you tightly, full of guilt for not walking you home. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I should have taken you home.” she pulls away from the hug. “Are you okay? What happened?”.

You explain the night’s events to Kiri, letting her know that it wasn’t her fault and she shouldn’t be sorry.

“I’m just glad you’re okay now. My brother does a good job at protecting you. Doesn’t he?” Kiri shoots a smile at her brother before glancing back to you. “I’m also happy to hear your baby is doing better. Speaking of, Ta’sun is fast asleep.” Kiri gestures to the sleeping babe in her cot. “Just got him down, too. So I hope you’re not thinking of taking my prrnen [baby] from me.” She smiles, knowing you two could use a good nights rest.

Neteyam and you share a quick glance, wondering if you should take her up on her offer.

“Go. You guys need the rest, look at you both.” she giggles quietly, rolling her eyes.

“Thank you, Kiri” you whisper, nose scrunching the wider your smile grows.

“Sister.” Neteyam smirks, thanking her silently with his eyes. You both walk out of Kiri’s tent towards yours, hand in hand.

----

Neteyam holds your hand tightly, relishing in the first form of intimacy he’s had from you in weeks. He’s careful not to take it any further than that, not wanting to pressure you into doing something you weren’t ready for. He’d wait on you for as long as you need him to. Anything for his beloved.

“My love. You must be exhausted.” he hums, opening the door of your tent, helping you step under the flap. “Let us get you into bed, yes?” He coos, as if you were Ta’sun that he were putting to sleep. He walks you over to the cot, trying to get you to lay down.

“Neteyam.” You whisper, fighting his gentle pushes to stay on your feet.

He stops, turning his head and quickly untwining his fingers from yours to take a step back, thinking he’s upset you again.

“Ma’ teyam.” you whisper once more, two fingers brushing the underside of his chin to have him face you.

His head follows the soft tug of your digits, glossy amber eyes staring deeply into yours. Wetting your bottom lip with a quick swipe of your tongue, you lessen the space between your bodies, dropping your gaze down to his lips. He stays still, body rigid, jaw clenched as he returns his gaze to your glistening lips. His stomach flutters as he watches you tilt your chin upwards, eyelids growing heavy.

Brushing your top lip against his, you linger there, open-mouthed, sharing the same breath. He closes his eyes, savouring your closeness, your warmth. Breaths turn raggedy as the tension buds in your chests. Your eyes close, hand smoothing over his jaw, up the nape of his neck. You pull him closer, noses brushing against one another, foreheads pressing firmly together.

“Kiss me” you pant.

His lips softly press against yours, lingering for a second too long to take in your silken skin. He pulls away, catching his breath. Your eyes pop open, gaze now boring into his half-lidded eyes, searching them for an answer.

“Kiss me.” you breathe needily, fingers interlacing with the braids at the back of his head.

Chest heaving against yours, his lustful eyes explore yours for a moment before dropping down to your flushed lips. He swallows thickly, crashing his lips into yours once more, eager for your touch – your love. Kisses so rough, so hungry that they bruise yours. Being starved for so long he has his fill greedily, crushing the suppleness of your lips with his, gently nipping at your skin.

He pulls away to catch his breath before diving back in with his tongue. His hands quickly move up to your cheeks, cupping them firmly, pulling you into his needy kisses as if you could even get any closer. He breaks the kiss, panting raggedy breaths into your open mouth, snapping his eyes open to look deeply into yours once more.

“I missed you” he pants quickly, before his tongue briefly swipes your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. You reciprocate the hunger as the ache in your lungs worsen from the words you inhaled. Your tongues roll over one another, tasting the desperation pooling in each other’s cheeks. Eager hands explore his body, brushing over his pulsing neck down to his hot chest, swiping around to his broad back as they tickle their way down to the band of his loincloth.

“’m sorry, ma’ muntxatan [husband].” you breathe into his mouth, slipping your trembling fingers under the purple cloth, only for a hand to stop you. He pulls away once more.

“ma’ muntxate [wife].” he whispers, forehead pushing into yours, “I’m sorry. I have left you alone in this.” he brings your hand to your belly, cupping it with his. “I have made you feel like you cannot be honest with me... Like I would be... upset, about you carrying my child. I am so sorry.” he grimaces, choking back his tears as he places another hand on your stomach. “You are my most cherished... most prized possession. Everything you do brings light to my life. A sense of purpose.” he blubbers, teardrops crashing onto his cheeks. “I-I love you, ma’ txe’lan”

“Oh, Nete.” you squeeze out a closing throat, “I love you, my sweet Nete. I have been so cold.” you cry quietly, untwining your fingers from his hair to gently caress his queue. “I have denied you of my love... my touch.” your hand strokes the length of his queue, bringing it over his shoulder – making his tail wrap around your waist.

“I have lied to you.” you squeak, not wanting to say the words. “I do not deserve you.” you weep quietly.

“Shh. Shh, my love.” he hums low in his chest, meeting the softness of your lips once again. A hand leaves your stomach, sliding up your back to gently graze your queue. “I want you. I need you.” a soft, needy moan parts your lips, “Please” he brings your queue over your shoulder, silently asking for tsaheylu.  

You nod hastily, smiling so hard that your front teeth click harshly against his. You both look down, witnessing your tendrils dance excitedly with one another before melting together to become one. A gasp catches in both your throats as your breath syncs together. You snap your gaze up to witness his pupils blackening his eyes, leaving nothing but a thin amber ring.

“I see you.” you gasp in unison, rubbing your faces against one another.

Sore lips crash into each other, desperate for an even deeper connection. Muddled thoughts race through your minds, as you try to express your immense adoration and love you have for one another. He hurriedly lowers you onto the cot, moving his feverish kisses down your throat, being careful not to graze your wound. Little, sweet moans escape your open mouth, head sinking back into the cushiony bedding as he settles between your legs. Wet kisses leave a trail of saliva down to your chest, where he takes your stiff nipple into his warm mouth, suckling gently. Your soft moans quickly morph into whimpers, thighs rubbing together to satiate the budding heat of your sex.

“Neteyam!” you whine lowly, hand snaking up his back to grip his hair once more.

He pops off your breast, staring up at you with love in his eyes. “Call me your tìyawn” he mumbles, kissing the dip between your breasts, making his way down to your stomach.

“Ma’ tìyawn...” you moan breathily, screwing your eyes shut at the sensation of his tongue trailing down your stomach.

“Yes? oeyä sevin [my pretty] ... mother of my children” he hums, planting wet kisses on your lower stomach.

“Ma’ tìyawn! I... I miss – Oh!” you gasp, eyes flying open as you feel his kisses move quickly to the soddened cloth covering the soft flesh between your glossy thighs.

“I miss you, too.” he mumbles through a smile before untying the flimsy knot on your loincloth with his teeth. He stares longingly at your plump, glistening slit, only glancing up at you briefly to make sure you’re okay with what he’s doing. “Can I?” he asks, breath hitching from his pounding heart. Another hasty nod grants him permission.

Wasting not another second, he presses his nose between your folds, taking in a deep breath to savour the scent of your arousal. He forgot how good you smelled pregnant. It only riles him up more, his fingers digging into your thighs to pin them to the bed. He opens his mouth, wide, and laps up your sweet nectar dipping slowly from your opening, all the way up to the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt. His single swipe of his tongue makes your body jolt, a hand fly to his head to shove him closer. Thighs trying to break free of their restraints, you look down to see his half-lidded eyes full of lust staring up at you intently as the flat of his tongue plays with your clit.

You taste so good pregnant, y/n. His words echo in your mind as he holds eye contact with you. Cum in my mouth, let me taste more of you.

Your little mewls weren’t so little anymore, they morph into loud, wanton, drawn out moans. The heat pooling in your chest trickles down your spine into your already-full womb, making your legs shake even more.

“Teyam! Oh - Ugh! Please, teyam!” you beg loudly, for what - you’re not sure.

He gives it to you though, knowing exactly what to do to tip you over the edge. Two digits prod at your sopping entrance, wiggling around to burrow their way into your heat. Your moans lodge in your throat once his lengthy fingers bottom out in your cunt, and they dislodge once his fingers furl into your sweet spot. Head snapping forward, an arm propping up your torso, you spread your legs as wide as they can go and push your pelvis harder into his relentless licks.

That’s it, mama. Cum for daddy. He thinks loudly, his own hips snapping to grind his painfully hard cock into the foot of the cot.

“Ugh! Oh f-fuck! Yesyesyesyes!” you release silent cries, violently humping his face as you chase your climax.

The bond makes it so that he feels it too, that heat pooling deep in your pelvis... that hot coil ready to snap into two. His hips grind harder into the cot, desperate to find relief for his aching, throbbing cock. He can’t help but grunt into your pussy, feeling his own coil about to snap.

“m’ gonna – m’ gonna fucking cum! I – Oh! I’m cumming – cumming!” you cry out, head dipping back as you give his face two forceful thrusts, pussy walls fluttering wildly around his fingers. He yanks them out in a hurry, cupping your quivering hole with his mouth to get his fill of your thick, sweetened nectar.

“Mm – mhmm” He lets loose throaty, broken groans into your cunt, a quick pause for every gulp of your cum he swallows. His cock only grinds harder against the cot as he feels the warmth of your cum trickle down his throat. He pulls away with a *pwah*, gasping for air. Quickly sucking his fingers dry, he crawls towards you.  

“Fuck. I missed having my fill of you when you’re pregnant.” he moans breathily, smoothing his palm over your belly as he lines his jumping, veiny cock with your slit.  

The words make your already flushed cheeks heat up even more, ridding any remanence of doubt you had left in your heart. “Please, ma’ yawnetu [love].” your lungs tremble.

“Tell me, mama. Tell me what you need.” he moans breathily, rubbing his already-wet cockhead between your plump folds, beads of precum oozing onto your throbbing clit.

“Mmm – I need you... h-here” you pant, shoving your hand between your sticky pelvises to shift his tip to your entrance.

“Yeah?” he smiles, crouching over you to pant hot breaths into the shell of your ear. “And then what?” he whispers shakily into your ear, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

“And then this.” you utter under a whisper, wrapping your wobbly legs around his hips, sinking him slowly inside of you. A quick hand tilts your chin to meet your chest, making you watch as his your heat swallows his cock, inch by inch. The deeper he goes, the louder your strained whines grow.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” he hums, watching himself bottom out in your pussy.

“I love you.” It slips out, just as his tip presses against your cervix. His eyes snap back up to meet yours, to see they’ve glossed over with tears.

“I love you.” he utters breathily, kissing you gently as he sets a languid pace with his hips.

He’s already so, so close, all from a few slow thrusts. Your walls clamp around him, still recovering from the orgasm that rippled through your entire being. Feeling your intense arousal through tsaheylu only amplified his, sending his hips into a frenzy – spasming slow and deep inside of your pussy. The bump of his throbbing cockhead brushes repeatedly against your sweet spot, the sensation pulsing through your queue only makes him rut into it even more. He unwraps your leg from his waist, hoisting it up over his shoulder, and leans into you so deep that your knee presses against your cheek.

“Ah! Ngh... t-teyam” you yelp out, his pelvis so flush against yours that his pelvic bone grinds against your clit.

“Too deep?” he groans, pulling out of you slightly.

“No, no. It’s so good... ‘s so good” you mumble as you wrap your arms around his neck and focus on the immense pleasure radiating through your entire body.

“Good.” he breathes, lazily thrusting into you, massaging your sweet spot with the swollen tip of his cock. “Ma’ yawnetu. You feel so good.” he bites back a moan, trying his best to restrain himself from being too rough with you.

“Do it, tìyawn.” you moan, feeling his resistance through tsaheylu. “Fuck me. Faster... Harder, please.” you breath into his mouth, tightening the leg that’s wrapped around him.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, or the baby.” he grunts, burying his face into the nook of your neck.

“Shh... do it, my teyam. I want it. I want you. I need you. I love you.” you blubber out, rutting your hips into his, chasing the feeling budding in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh – oh fuck, y/n.” he groans, looking down at you buck your hips into him.

“Please!” you cry out, feeling the swell of your sweet spot again.

He gives into his mate’s wishes, picking up the speed of his hips, working sweet squelching noises out of your cunt with his fast, insistent strokes. Your quiet, hoarse moans pierce his eardrums, the more he pounds into you, his heavy, swollen balls slapping noisily against the curve of your bottom.

“Oh – oh y/n. You... ngh, you’re so fucking wet. I – I’m gonna – hgnh- ” he grunts lowly into your neck before lifting his head up to look into your eyes. His open mouth brushes against yours, panting in and out your shared air.

“M-me too, my teyam. Faster! Faster!” you huff loudly into his mouth, tears trickling down your cheeks as the knot in your stomach quickly unravels. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, begging to release it’s essence inside of your hot cunt. “Cum i-inside me.” you pant into his mouth, wanting your cunt and his cock to flutter at the same time.

“Mmn. Fuck!” he growls deeply, forcing your leg further back against your face.

“Holy fuck! Cumming!” you squeal, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh –” a guttural, loud groan evades his throat as he dips his head back from the sensation of your fluttering pussy walls and the sting of your bite. He gives you two, hard thrusts – his spasming cock emptying its heavy, thick load inside your cunt. He pulls out of you quickly, resting his hung, twitching cock on your thigh as he rocks into it, riding out the last lap of his high.

“I love you, Neteyam.” the trembling words slip out once more, before you close your heavy lidded eyes.  

“I love you, y/n.” he coos, nuzzling into your neck to cherish the moment.

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THIS IS FUCKING GIF I MADE IT SUCKS WHY IS IT SO FUCKING SMALL HELP ME

[pandxrastars]

To Set Ablaze

Neteyam’s First Rut: Chapter VI

Read Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V.

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (21) x Avatar Reader (21)

Warnings: nsfw, postpartum aftercare, nursing/breastfeeding, sweet/daddy/protective/dom neteyam, tons of fluff, rut/heat cycle, profanity, breeding kink, knotting

Word Count: 8k [now imagine if I didn’t split this shit into two]

Requested: Yes || No || Kinda

Author’s Note: Credits to the song chord lyrics for the bonding scene. Part II [or chap 7, idk yet] will be out after this.

Synopsis: You and Neteyam adjust to parenthood. It’s time for his rut cycle, so you help him out. But something unexpected happens...

Previously:

Neteyam takes in the sight of his son and his mate before him, proud of you for all that you’ve done. He uses his pointer finger to brush against his sons’ hand, taking in the soft, velvety feeling of his new skin. Tears stream down his face, as his baby grips his finger tightly, looking into his father’s eyes.

“Ta’sun te Suli Neteyam’itan” Neteyam announces proudly.

He pages Jake with a shaky hand and a hoarse voice. “Dad. Your grandson is here. Come meet him, bring everyone.”

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“Neteyam. I can’t believe he’s here.” Your breath hitches, as you watch your son drink from your breast.

“You did so, so good, ma’ yawne [beloved]. I am beyond proud of you.” Neteyam cries, planting a soft kiss on your temple, gently brushing his thumb against his son’s supple skin.

“Oh, Teyam...” you breathe heavily, feeling lightheaded, “I am so tired, and thirsty... and it hurts.” you croak, focus drifting from your nursing babe.

Neteyam repositions himself behind you, providing you with even more support and comfort, tightening his grasp around both his mate and his young. “Rest, my love. You just went through a great deal. Grandmother – great grandmother, will be here soon, okay? She is going help. Close your eyes, mama. I got you.” he hums, trying to keep you calm. You slump your head back into your mates’ chest, finally allowing yourself to close your heavy, swollen eyes, feeling safe and supported in his arms.

----

Mo’at, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri, Tuk, Lo’ak and his mate have all arrived at the tree of souls, weaving carefully and silently through the hanging veins, and jutting roots. They surround Neteyam, who is supporting you and the newest member of the Sully family in his arms.

Neytiri’s hand flies to her mouth, brows pinching together as her eyes pool with tears. The sight of your new-born brings a wave of nostalgia over her. Jake purses his lips, allowing them to curl into a faint smile, forehead wrinkling from his narrowed brows. Kiri is overjoyed, thrilled to witness yet another blessing from Eywa. Tuk follows closely behind her, eager to come closer and look at the babe’s features – to see if he looks like her older brother. Lo’ak takes in the sight of his brother with his own little family, a wide, rare grin plasters his face, as he pulls his mate closer into his chest. His mate clings to him tightly, a hand resting on the small bump on her own belly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Mo’at comes closer, seeing this familiar sight a hundred times. Although her focus is on the well-being of the babe and mother, she can’t help but allow her lips to quirk up into a bright smile as she sees her first great-grand child.

“Neteyam. It is time for the first bond between mother and son.” Mo’at states with a smile on her face, looking down at you both sleeping in his arms.

“Love.” Neteyam whispers in your ear, so not to wake the sleeping babe in your arms. “Everyone is here. Sorry to wake you.” he shifts behind you, sitting you both up against the large root.

You stir in his chest, heavy eyelids refusing to open – you’re exhausted. You squint, glancing at the seven figures crowding you, before focusing on the one closest to you. “Grandmother. He is here.” you mumble, feeling a little detached from reality.

“I see that, my child. You did well...” she speaks, pulling your queue from Neteyam’s, “...all without Tsahik.” She smiles, gently taking Ta’sun’s bare queue in her other hand. “It is time to make tsaheylu with your son, y/n.”

Holding onto your mates’ forearm for support, you sit up properly, watching her make the bond slowly. Tears immediately flow from your puffy eyes, staining your cheeks once more. The bond is like nothing you’ve felt before. It’s nothing like the bond you share with your mate, it’s much, much deeper. It is unconditional, undying, irrevocable – indescribable. Your babe awakens, staring up at you with wide, amber eyes. You would do anything for him.

Die for him.

“Zola’u nìprrte’ ma Ta’sun [Welcome, Ta’sun]” you cry, bringing his head to your lips. “Mipa tìreyti, mipa ‘itanti [A new life, a new son].

Mo’at breaks tsaheylu gently, then his suction on your breast with a fingertip to the corner of his mouth. “A bond like no other.” She sings, bringing a nearby purple vine towards Ta’sun.

“Pähem parul [a miracle arrives]”. Neteyam croaks between cries, slowly slipping out from underneath you to take the babe from your arms.

He takes Ta’sun carefully from you, assuring you with his eyes that he’s safe. He holds him close to his chest, supporting his head with the bend of his elbow. Mo’at places his queue on the vine, and watches as Ta’sun’s eyes and freckles light up, being connected to the collective consciousness for the first time. Neteyam supports his head with one hand, and his back with the other, and raises his son in the air for everyone to see. His family comes closer, surrounding the new-born, arms linked with one another.

“Ta’sun te Suli Neteyam’itan” Neteyam announces proudly, once more.

“Ta’sun te Suli Neteyam’itan” The Sully family chants.

----

“Come, mama. Let us get you back home and taken care of.” Neteyam whispers, placing your babe back into your arms before scooping you up into his.

Neteyam hasn’t slept since you first went into labour, and given the day’s events – the week’s events, he’s beyond depleted. Days and days of heavy training, a first blood challenge, an evacuation from the ambush, his labouring mate in his arms during it all, delivering his son, standing guard as you slept – he’s worn out. Body injured; muscles inflamed, yet Neteyam knows that his exhaustion could never compare to what you’re feeling. Having gone through such a traumatic event, whilst so heavily pregnant, labouring and birthing on your own during an evacuation, all to still nourish his child with your sore body.

You are the strongest na’vi he knows.

“Mmm. Mhm.” you groan, holding your babe closer into your bosom, nuzzling your face into your mate’s chest. You can’t help but sleep for the trek back to hometree, where you wake to Neteyam gently laying you in bed. Mo’at and Kiri follow behind him with their medicinal herbs in hand, ready to mend you wherever and however needed. Mo’at oils her hands and massages your stomach.

“Ow - oh! Grandmother!” you sob as you dig your nails into Neteyam’s already-mutilated hand. It feels as if she were rubbing acid into your skin. Neteyam grimaces at the sight. He hates nothing more than to see you in pain, and that’s all you’ve been feeling for the past few days. You pull him towards you, hand shaking from the agony.

“I know, my child. But it is needed.” She oils her hands once more, pushing and tugging at your lower abdomen.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart.” He mutters, quickly nestling himself behind you once more, glowering at his own grandmother, as if to say, ‘hurry up’. 

“Ah, yes. I get that look from the mate every time I get to this part.” She smiles slightly, massaging as gently as she can.

“Breathe with me. Almost done.” he takes a deep breath, helping you support Ta’sun properly. You breathe with him, just as you did whilst in labour. Meanwhile, Kiri makes her way over to you with some water, pressing the lip of the cup to your mouth.

Perhaps it was the nursing, but you’ve never experience thirst like this before. Finishing the cup of water in only a few seconds, Kiri fetches another, bringing it to your mouth once more. “You did well, y/n.” Kiri whispers, wiping the sweat off your forehead with a cloth.

“That’s it, baby. Drink.” Neteyam hums, his focus now falling onto Ta’sun who’s squirming around in your arms. You couldn’t tell if he was talking to him or you, as Ta’sun latches onto your already-sore nipple once more. “Are you hungry, my love? You must be.” Neteyam asks, fixing the sheet that covers your lower body.

Surprisingly, you didn’t have much of an appetite, despite not eating for so long. You shake your head, groaning and whimpering – just wanting to get some more rest and for all the pain to stop. He could tell by the way your body shuddered in his arms that you were completely diminished.

“Almost done.” he repeats slowly, although it comes out more as a question. “Right, grandmother?” he mutters, gritting his teeth, louring at her. The exhaustion is getting to him, too. Mo’at responds with a raise of her eyebrow, forehead wrinkling from her own glare at her grandson. Her lips curl upwards as she finishes up quickly.

“All looks well. Neteyam, you could be Tsahik.” her smile only grows, “she must rest, little movement for the next few days. No lifting, no flying, only rest. I know you will take good care of her, my grandson.” She states, covering you properly with the sheet.

Neteyam only nods, raptly focusing on you and his new-born.

“Thank you...grandmother.” your voice shakes, breath hitching as your head crashes into Neteyam’s chest once more.

Mo’at smiles once more – you’d never seen her so giddy. Leaving your tent, Neytiri, Jake, Tuk, Lo’ak and his mate all come in to visit briefly. They let you know how proud they are of you to bring new life to the family, and how sweet Ta’sun is. Neteyam quickly shoos the crowd, as he can tell you’re more than overwhelmed.

“Everyone. Another time.” He growls, protecting his mate. They continue to swarm his two most prized possessions, hypnotized by Ta’sun’s beauty. “Out!” Neteyam shouts, hissing loudly as he pulls you both closer to his chest. Taken aback by Neteyam’s ominous demeanour, they turn around and scurry out of the tent.

“Agh.” he spits, chest heaving violently. He wills himself to calm down, refocusing on what’s important. You. “What do you need, my love? Tsaheylu?” he offers, already connecting his queue with yours to take away some of the suffering. It’s a huge relief, feeling the pain wash away like that.

Thank you, Neteyam. You think, closing your eyes once more.

----

It’s been a little over three months since the birth of your son, Ta’sun. You’re fully healed and feeling like your usual self – minus the sleep deprivation that comes along parenthood. Recovery was long, and difficult but Neteyam supported you every step of the way, ensuring to properly nourish your body, so that you can nourish his son.

“Ma’ sevin [pretty], you need to eat something.” he encourages you, bringing a spoon full of streamed bladder polyps to your lips. You open your mouth and reluctantly chew the savoury food. “That’s my girl, do it for Ta’sun. Here, drink.” he smiles, bringing a cup of water to your lips. The water is like a reward, balancing out the saltiness of the bladder polyps.

“Thank you, Nete.” you huff between gulps.

--

He would take the baby during the nights, only waking you so that Ta’sun could eat. He sees this as the least he can do, seeing that you’re up feeding him every two hours.

“My teyam...” you groan, burning lines into the woven mat, trying rock your wailing babe to sleep, “he won’t stop crying... nothing I do is working.” you huff, on the verge of tears yourself.

Neteyam clicks his tongue, quickly covering the soup pot before making his way over to you. “Give him here, he just wants his daddy.” he says with a grin, arms out wide. “Get some rest, I got him.” he reassures you, strapping him tightly in the prrsmung [baby carrier/sling], fixing his babe’s head to lay flat against his warm chest.

“Let mama get some sleep. Okay my prrnen? [baby].” Neteyam bounces as he makes his way towards the soup pot, shushing his fussy baby. “Shh... shh, daddy is here.” Neteyam hums, hearing his son’s little grunts turn into coos as he stirs the soup pot.

He eats outside under the stars, glancing down at his sleeping son nuzzled into his chest. Ta’sun stirs, mouth searching for his own source of food. “Hungry, too?” Neteyam coos, watching his babe try to suckle on his chest. Neteyam lets out a soft chuckle, “Mine are useless, your mama is the one with the liquid gold. Let us go see if she is up.”

He walks in to see you sound asleep, curled up on your side under the sheet. Trying not to wake you, he places Ta’sun next to your chest, allowing him to find your breast all on his own. You stir, shifting your body to make space for your little one. “Sorry, ma yawne [beloved]. He is hungry.” Neteyam whispers, pulling the sheet back over the two of you.

--

All his efforts of preparing for the baby’s arrival paid off, only having to leave you in the care of his parents once for his rut that came shortly after Ta’sun’s arrival. His family was more than helpful, bringing more supplies every time they came to visit Ta’sun. Kiri would take him into the forest, eager to show him the flora of his planet. Jake and Neytiri were elated to spend some quality time with their first grandchild. Lo’ak and his pregnant mate would help the most, practicing for their own baby’s arrival. All of which gave you both time to rest and find one another all over again. Neteyam never took it farther than stealing a few kisses, just happy to spend some one-on-one time with his mate again.  

“Y/n.” Neteyam looks at his feet, fidgeting with his fingers. “Father wants my company on a two-day hunting trip, starting tomorrow. Will you be okay on your own? I have arranged for Lo’ak and his mate to stay with you.” he asks, voice flat and low.

You knew this was coming, you’d been smelling his pheromones for a few days now – the scent of fertile soil, and wet tree bark. You also knew better than to believe he’d leave you for a hunting trip – an overnight one at that. But what came as a shock to you was how fast time was flying by.

Has it really been three months already?

“My teyam...” you hum, snaking a hand around his neck, tippy toeing up to his ear. “You know I’ve been smelling them, right?” you whisper.

He pulls back, wide eyed, surprised that they’ve been leaking all this time. “Smell what?” he plays it off, trying to keep up with his lie.

“Why are you lying to me, my love?” you ask him, headed tilted and brows pinched. “It is my duty as your mate.”

Neteyam huffs out a sigh, shoulders dropping. He looks away from you once more.

“I have gone three ruts without you, and I can already feel this one coming. It’s going to be... the most brutal one yet.” His face contorts at the image of you suffering at the hands of his merciless rut. “You just had Ta’sun, my love.” he steps closer, looking directly in your eyes as he cups your cheek. “I will be too rough... too out of control.” he leans in, brushing his lips against yours. “Please.”

“I am healed, Nete.” you insist, cupping his cheek as well. “It has been over three months. I want this. I want you.” you moan into his mouth, meeting your lips with his. Moving your hand from his cheek, you wrap it around his neck to pull him in closer. Bodies pressing together, your tongues brush past each other as you share the same, hot breath. He pulls away, face grimacing as he closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly.

“Why must you be so insistent? What if I get you pregnant again? I won’t hold back. I-I can’t.” he warns you, already feeling the haze of his oncoming rut. 

“Would that be such a bad thing?” you mutter through pursed lips.

“No, but Ta’sun is barely four months old, y/n.” he whisper-shouts, “your body needs a break.” he quiets down into a full whisper, recognizing the slight hurt in your eyes.

“My heat has not returned; I won’t get pregnant. And I refuse to let you suffer alone, especially when you don’t need to.” you move his hand from your cheek to your chest. “Use me. Use me all you need. I don’t care. I want to be there for you, ma’ muntxa.[mate]” you emphasize your final words.

He can’t help but melt into your touches. He’s starved – not intentionally – much like you were during late pregnancy. He leans in, and kisses you eagerly, exploring your mouth with his tongue. Breaths becoming raggedy, he pulls away suddenly, staring into your eyes. “Are you sure?” he pants, eyes already flickering in colour.

“Yes. I need... you.” you breathe, eyes focused on his.

He chews on his bottom lip, searching your eyes for sincerity. Nostalgic feelings rush through him, making him feel little flutters in his stomach, just like they did during his first rut when you reassured him. He swallows thickly, huffing out a final sigh.

“Ah, ma’ muntxa... ma’ yawne...” he rests his forehead against yours. “...mother of my child... my everything. I’m going to go let them know. Alright?” he whispers, so not to wake his son.

“Alright, ma’ tey-” he cuts you off with a kiss, lingering at your lips for some time before bolting out the tent.

Thankfully, Neteyam’s ruts usually last a day at most. He’s usually quick to calm, requiring a couple rounds before he’s able to snap out of his trance. The only time it lasted for more than two days was when you were also in heat. But seeing he has spent the last three ruts on his own, it’s safe to assume this one may last a little longer than expected. You decide to take the time you have left to express as much milk as you can for Ta’sun, preserved by the laboratory’s fridge.

Neytiri and Jake come to your tent, excited to babysit their grandson. Neytiri has her arms wide open, and a grin plastered on her face as she makes a b-line for Ta’sun. “Hello, my sweet, little prrnen [baby].” she coos, snuggling the babe into her chest.

“He is growing so quickly, y/n. He looks just like you.” Jake says through a smile, intently watching his own mate cradle him.

“He is, isn’t he? He can barely fit in his prrsmung [carrier] now. But there is no doubt that he is spitting image of his father.” you smile, glancing at Neteyam, who is huffing and puffing by the door. “Uh – thank you both, so much. Uhm, Norm and Max have milk if he needs it, but he doesn’t drink as much as he used to.” you babble, kissing Ta’sun on his head before walking over to Neteyam.

“Ah, yes. Neteyam weaned early as well. Perhaps Ta’sun is the same way.” Neytiri bounces him on her hip, looking at Jake who is now inspecting Ta’sun’s makeshift crib. She takes a step towards you. “That is when my heat came back, and how Lo’ak happened.” she whispers, eyeing you down, brows raised ever so slightly that only you could notice.

“M-maybe.” you stutter wide eyed, realizing what she’s implying. You continue the conversation as if she didn’t just give you a clear warning. “H-he usually drinks at night now that he’s gotten a taste of real food.” you retreat towards the door, trying to laugh through your budding nerves. 

“Y/n.” Neteyam growls into your ear, startling you. You look up at him, to be met with his predatory gaze, with lust in his eyes – demanding you hurry the fuck up.

“Thank you, again. We won’t be too long, hopefully.” you project your voice as Neteyam leads you out of the tent.

“We must go now, or I cannot fly.” he huffs, walking briskly to his resting ikran. “Seze” he strokes the beast’s tough exterior before making the bond.

You climb hastily on the banshee, taking note of the basket of supplies already secured tightly on it’s back.

Fuck. That’s enough for three days. You nibble on your bottom lip, nervous about what you’re getting yourself into.

Neteyam’s scent grows stronger, smothering you and making your heart thump even harder against your ribcage.

“Mawey [calm].” he breathes into your neck, sensing your shot nerves. “What is it? You do not have to do this, yawne. I will endure it alone.” he goes to help you down his ikran.

“No! No. I want to do this.” you reassure him, determined to help your mate.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast? so hard?” he inquires, fixing you properly between his legs.

“Your pheromones... they are strong, my teyam. It has been a long time since I have been around them. My body is already... responding to you.” you pant, feeling your pores dilate.

“Ah.” he sighs a breath of relief, planting a wet kiss exactly where he plans to mark you. “Are you sure?” he checks in with you, one final time.

“Yes.” you breathe, melting into his warmth.

Ascending instantly, Neteyam flies erratically towards a familiar floating rock in the Hallelujah Mountains – your shared special spot. He lands harshly, right in the clearing near a small, secluded lake.

Of course, Neteyam is going to make our first time as parents special, even in rut.

After dismounting his ikran, he helps you climb down. “My yawne. I can really feel now.” he mumbles, cupping your face as he stares at you longingly. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I really do not want to.”

You rest your hands over his, giving him a bright, reassuring smile. “No need to be sorry, my love.” you whisper, seeing his gaze drop to your lips. He looks as if he can barely control himself anymore, his restraint visibly eroding by the second. Chest heaving, breath raggedy and heart violently thumping – his rut is here. He grimaces, tears pooling in his eyes.

“What is wrong?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

“It has become... painful. The first one without you was the worst. I was so used to being around you – being with you, that I felt like I lost my mind, y/n. It has made me cherish you even more.” he pants, brushing his nose against yours. “I am so grateful for you. You have been there for me since my first, enduring it as a human, of all things. You have become na’vi for me, carried, birthed, and nourished my child for me. I owe you my life... I owe you everything. I do not know what I would do without you, y/n.” he croaks, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Oh, Nete. Don’t cry. I would do it all again, a thousand times if I had to.” you cry, witnessing his eyes make their final flicker from gold to a dark amber, pupils morphing into slits. He inches even closer towards you, nose rubbing against nose, breathing in the same air. Lips brushing together, he gently nips at your bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue over it.

“I need you, now.” he pants, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. He kisses you harshly, his body now succumbing to its urges to make you his. His hands slide behind your neck, pulling you in even closer to his kisses. Your teeth click together as he swirls his tongue around yours.

Maybe it was because you were sharing the same breath, but you become lightheaded – dizzy. Sweat leaks from your open pores, much like your slick leaks from your slit. His kisses grow hungrier, more demanding. Hearts thumping in synchrony, his body presses firmly against yours.

Unable to restrain himself, his hands work their way down your body, untying the knot of the cloth that covers your full breasts. He fondles them eagerly, relishing in how soft they feel. The sensation of them being touched in this way is overstimulating, making them leak, too. Milk dribbles down his hands, trailing his veiny forearms.

“’m sorry, teyam. Ta’sun hasn’t been eating much lately.” you pant, feeling a little shy.

He breaks the kiss, ignoring your pointless apology and licks the bead rolling down his forearm. “Mmm. Good. I want these back.” he huffs, hoisting you up high up on his stomach, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

He nuzzles his face into your rounded breasts, taking in the feeling of how full they’ve gotten since he’s last touched them. Peering up at you through lidded eyes, Neteyam sucks your nipple as he nears the woven mat, gulping noisily as he drinks from your breast.

“You really are in rut, aren’t you?” you laugh breathily, looking down at him having his fill.

He pops off your breast with a final swallow. “Mm’wanna see you.” he mumbles, kneeling so he can lay you down on your back. Drunk, lusty eyes trail your body, taking in each and every stripe that pregnancy left on your belly and thighs.

“Don’t stare at them, Nete.” you squeak, quickly covering your stomach and cross your legs. Ever since you had Ta’sun you’ve been a little self-conscious, always wearing a shawl that Neteyam made for you.

“’tis beautiful. All of ’em.” he slurs his words, ripping your hands away from your stomach, and burrowing himself between your legs.

He rubs his face against the squishiness of your belly, using his lips to feel each ridge and dip of your stretch marks. Planting a kiss on each one, his tongue plays with the dip of your belly button as he makes his way down to your loincloth. Sensing your discomfort, Neteyam releases more of his pheromones. It’s almost suffocating, making it hard for you to take a full breath. It goes straight to your head, making you dizzy, and your vision blurred.

“M-ma teyam” your teeth chatter, “’ts too much. Please, no more.” you plead, as the blood rushes to your face, making it hot and flushed. Honestly, everything was hot. Like you had a fever, or something. You were sweating, but you didn’t even notice how badly until it started dripping in your eyes.

Shit. I think his rut... is triggering my heat.

“teyam... teyam. Wait...” you reach down, pushing him away with a weak hand.

“Don’t like?” he murmurs, sliding his hands up your clammy thighs.

“’ts not that.” you pant, feeling his fingers hook under the band of your loincloth. “I-I feel so woozy” your train of thought is cut short by him shoving his nose into the covered flesh between your legs.

“You smell so fucking good.” he inhales deeply, peering up at you with his predatory gaze.

“You can smell me?” you ask weakly, closing your heavy-lidded eyes.

“You’re in heat aren’t you, little one?” he pants as he fully succumbs to his rut.

“I – I don’t know.” you mumble, feeling jaded from his scent. You can’t think straight. Maybe you really are in heat. His touches feel so good, you just want to melt into them... for him to rip this flimsy cloth off you and have his way with you. To get you pregnant. Your eyes fly open.

Fuck. I am in heat.

“Ma’ teyam, maybe we shouldn’t. We should stop.” you blabber out in pants, feeling so weak that you can’t even lift a finger.

He kisses your inner thighs as he tugs down your soddened loincloth, revealing your dripping cunt. “But look at you...” Sliding two fingers inside you, he scissors them open, and plays with your wetness a bit. “So, so fucking wet.”

“Ugh! Neteyam, wait.” you moan, looking up to the sky, unsure if the eclipse is occurring or if you just have double vision. “I don’t feel good, I think... I think I’m in heat!” you try to shout, although it comes out as a strained whimper. He’ll really get you pregnant again if you don’t stop him. But it’s too late now. Neteyam can’t hear you properly. He’s deep in the thick of his rut now, hips bucking into nothingness.

“Fuck. Love your little noises.” he growls, yanking his fingers out of you, sucking them dry. “’m gonna fuck you so good, mama.” he sits back into his feet, inebriated eyes fixated on your glistening pussy.

“Neteyam! Listen to me... please.” you strain your voice, closing your trembling legs.

“Don’t do that, love. Spread ‘em for me.” he hums, mesmerized by the scent seeping from your cunt.

“You’ll get me p-pregnant, a-and – you won’t be very happy about that. N-neteyam!” you shout, really shout this time, squirming underneath him as you fight his and your urges.

“Spread. Or I will.” he growls deeply, ignoring your cries and tugging his loincloth down with the other, just enough to reveal his raging, rock-hard cock. Your body knew who to listen to, and it wasn’t you. All Neteyam had to do was say the command and your body would inevitably submit, especially now that you’re having your first heat in a year.

“Good Eywa...” you pray, feeling your body slip under the trance of your heat, spreading its legs against your will.

“Wider.” he snaps at you, shuffling closer to your cunt, threatening to pin them down himself.

“haah... ah... Nete. Please. Ngh. I-I’m really in heat. You’re gonna get me pregnant!” you beg with him, legs shaking as you fight against your own body to keep them closed.

He grinds his teeth, chartreuse eyes snapping up to yours, filled with lust and greed. “I want to breed you. Now. Wider.” he growls his final warning, sliding his hand up your thigh.

“Oh! Oh my...” you hiccup, all control disappearing as your legs snap open for your mate.

“That’s it, mama. Just like that.” he pants, tapping your clit with his swollen cockhead. “Do not fight me. Or you will not like it.” he mumbles, rubbing the length of his cock against your cunt, coating it in your thick, glossy slick.

“Mmm... mm!” you bite back your moans, tears filling your eyes.

Your ‘teyam was frightening you a little, but you knew he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t himself, especially after enduring three ruts alone. He wouldn’t be able to remember this, much like he didn’t last time you both had your heat together. You know he’s suffering deep down, and needs your help, even if you are in heat. It didn’t matter. In fact, it matters less and less, the more you burn in the menacing flames of your heat. Your body boils, the emptiness hurts. It’s hot. It’s itchy.

You allow yourself to let go.

“...mmn-just fuck me already!” you burst, reaching down to try stuff his cock inside you.  

“Look at you. Trying to fuck me, now. Hm? You want this cock? Yes? Say it.” he lets out a breathy growl, slapping his cock even harder against your cunt.

“Yes! Yes! I want your fucking cock! Fuck – please!” you beg, lifting your hips off the ground with the tips of your toes. “Please... I want to feel you inside me, to feel you fill me up!” you cry out, hips snapping, trying to find his cock.

“My needy little thing.” he hums, pulling back his hips to line himself up with your slit. Your shuddering hips make it so that when he thrusts into you, his cock slides past your clit, tip touching your jutting ribs. “Stay... still.” he tries moving with you, but your hips have a mind of their own – desperately searching for your mate.

“Just – Fuck! Stay still!” he growls, gripping your hips hard enough to sink his nails into your skin, forcing you down onto the mat. Whimpering loudly from his restraints, arching your back. “Do. Not. Fight. Me” he repeats his words, sinking his thick cock into you in one, hard thrust. His head dips back in pleasure, groaning loudly as he feels every ridge and rib of your hot, slippery cunt.

Fuck, does it feel good.

Your whimpers morph into a high-pitched wail – you had forgotten how big, no – how thick Neteyam is while he’s in rut. Giving you no time to adjust, he hooks your legs on his shoulders, and drives his cock even deeper inside of you, crouching over until your forehead to forehead. Beads of sweat from you both join and pool together, dripping off your hot, clammy skin as he slams repeatedly into you.

Expertly working the sweet squelching noises out your pussy, he wraps his fingers around your dainty throat, using it as leverage to fuck you even harder. “I want to feel you cum on my cock, understood?” he demands, shifting his hips slightly to jab right into your swelling sweet spot.  

“Slow down, please!” you squeal, trying to wedge your hand between your sticky pelvises. He responds with an even faster, more relentless pace, demanding you cum for him.

“Look at me with those pretty eyes.” he huffs, using his free hand to pin down the hand that’s trying to push him away.

“Holy fuck – Nete! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry out as you look into his eyes, tears trickling down your face. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” you chant as the burning coil in the pit of your stomach unravels, heatwaves sending your cunt into a frenzy as it pulsates hysterically around his cock.

“Fuck yes. There we go. Cum on me – oh fuck, *thrust* fuck, *thrust* fuck.” he growls, giving you a thrust for each pulse of your pussy.

“Oh! Oh – Ugh! Wait! Stop, Nete! Please... I just – I just came!” you sob, feeling the agonizing overstimulation. Your legs spasm uncontrollably, each time he ruts into you it feels like a jolt of white-hot electricity coursing through your body, down to the tips of your toes.

He’s chasing his own orgasm, completely blinded by the fog of his own rut to even notice your little pleas. All he can hear are little whingey noises piercing his eardrums. “Shhh... shh.” he hushes you, tightening his grip around your throat, feeling the pulse of your jugular on the tips of his fingers. “I want to feel that again while I fill you up. Got it?” he rasps, forehead bumping into yours as he violently fucks out your pussy. He’s feeling so fucking good that he can’t stop the guttural grunts evading his throat.

“Nete! I can’t! I – I fucking can’t! Oh- oh fuck!” you let loose another loud, choked plea, hoping your ‘teyam will hear you. You can’t deny it, though. The heat is building once again, he knows exactly how to make to cum – how to fuck you out properly.

“Quiet.” he sits up, letting go of your hand to rub your jumping clit with his thumb. “Cum for me. Again.” he demands, feeling you clench tightly around his cock, your gummy walls becoming hotter and hotter. “Go on. I feel it. Cum for me, mama.”

“Oh, great mother! Pleaseee.” you beg hoarsely for mercy. Your swollen clit throbs under his calloused thumb, nerves on fire from his relentless, insistent thrusts. You grab onto the wrist of the hand around your throat, digging your nails into its skin as you stare into the predatory eyes of your mate.

“Cum!” he demands.

“Teyam. Teyam. Teyam. Teyam.” you sing his name under a whisper, your body submitting to its owner yet again. An orgasm so intense ripples through you, that you bear down, pushing on the cock that impales you as you gush all over your mates’ stomach. Your legs convulse, core tightening and relaxing uncontrollably – it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Don’t – Fuck. Don’t. Ngh. Don’t push me out.” he growls, sinking his cock even deeper inside of you, pushing against your feeble attempts at evicting him from your abused hole. He stays deep inside of you, watching as you make a mess on him, waiting patiently for the throb of your walls to release his thick, ropes of warm cum inside your womb.

There it goes.

The pulsating of your pussy once again, gripping and letting go of his cock. He moans in ecstasy, so on edge that your spasms alone would make him cum inside of you. “Shit. Shit. I love your pussy. I love you. I love you. Fuck.” he dips his head back, relishing in the feeling of your cunt trying to milk him dry. His gaze snaps back onto you, “Say you want me to breed you.” he rocks into you, just enough to keep up his high until you say the words. “Say it.” hearing the words make your eyes snap back onto him.

“Nete...” you moan, feeling your heat lift now that you’ve cum, “you’ll – you’ll really get me pregnant, ma’ teyam. I-I’m serious.” you hiccup, body shuddering under his little thrusts.

“Good. Good. Good. I want to see your belly swell.” he hums, sliding his hand up over your empty womb.

You shake your head side to side, unable to resist his touches thanks to your own heat – your body wanting to be impregnated now more than ever. “Please listen, my nete” you beg, knowing deep down that he’s not ready for another so soon.

He crouches over you, brushing his lips against the dip of your neck. “Say it, mama.” he growls, grazing his pointed canines against your skin. He knows exactly how to tame you, how to put you in your place. You whine lowly, pushing your neck closer to his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate, and sinks his teeth into your neck, deep enough to draw a little blood. You yelp out, entranced by his marking that pulls you back down into the inferno. He sucks lightly, before unlatching and licking your wound. “Say it for me.” he whispers in your ear before pulling back to stare into your intoxicated eyes.

“B-breed me, Nete” you let out a choked whimper, turning your heavy head to the side.

He thrusts into you suddenly, sending another shockwave through you. “Look at me. Don’t look away.” he pants, sliding his hand from your bruised throat to your jaw, pulling you back to look at him.

“F-fuck... Fill me up, my love... P-please.” you sob, looking deeply into his lush green eyes, feeling his knot prod at your entrance.

“That’s it.” he rocks into you languidly, only needing a few deep, short strokes to tip him over the edge. “Oh shit. Gonna – ngh, fuck – gonna cum inside you.” he groans, pushing his knot harder against your quivering hole, begging for entry. “Sevin [pretty], ma’ sevin. Wanna knot you, please.” he begs quietly.

“Do... it.” you croak, your own empty feeling already creeping back in. Your body wants his knot – needs his knot. Sliding his hand from your belly to your sore hip, he grips it tightly, using it as leverage to shove his knot inside your sopping cunt. It enters you with a loud pop, earning him a lengthy whine from your gaping mouth. His cock throbs, spurting his warm cum directly into your womb, putting yet another baby inside you.

Your legs fall from his shoulders, heavy and lifeless, as he rolls over on his back, pulling you on top on him. You both go limp, clinging onto each other. Familiar golden eyes look up at you, filled with guilt and shame.

“Ma’ teyam?” you smile weakly.

“My love.” he hums hoarsely, closing his eyes.

“’teyam...” you repeat, tapping his chest. “My teyam, my heat is here. A-and you knotted me. Are you hearing?” you slur your words, still foggy headed.

His heavy eyes struggle to open, only for you to see them shift back to their dark, baleful, lascivious form. “Mmm. That is good, my love.” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you further down on his knot. “Very, very good.” he relaxes, resting his eyes once more. You give up and accept your fate. There is not much else you can do. You cling onto your mate and rest as well, knowing that this isn’t over. That this is, indeed, just the beginning.

Not even an hour passes before you’re woken up by him tugging at your entrance, trying to pull his knot out of you.

Again? You think, remembering this familiar movement the last time your heats synced.

Now, he’s going to want you to push him out of you.

“I can’t cum anymore ma’ teyam, p-please.” you start begging, try pushing back down on him, lifting your head to be met with his watery eyes.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” he apologizes repeatedly, hips snapping back on their own. It’s like his mind was there, but his body wasn’t – acting on its own accord, doing as it pleased. He looks like he’s suffering, at war with himself, fright filling his eyes. You click your tongue and cup his cheek with your shaky hand.

“Shh. Do as you need, my Nete. You’re okay, d-don’t cry.” you mewl, bottom lip quivering as you say the words. You look deep in his green eyes, glossy from his tears, feeling sorry that your mate’s rut is so intense.

“I-I love you, ma’ yawne. I love you.” he mumbles, popping his knot out of you, making you whimper loudly. “’m sorry. Shh. Shh. ‘m sorry.”

“I love you, too...” you breath hitches, lungs trembling from his aphrodisiac that fills them. “’ts okay, you’re okay.” you mumble, slipping into the delirium of the synchrony of your heats. You close your puffy, swollen eyes, and rest your head on his chest, letting him pump in and out of you.   

From one eclipse, to the next.

----

Neteyam opens his eyes to see that he’s lying on top of you, putting all his weight on your lifeless body.

“Shit.” he pants, pushing his torso off you. Eyes trailing your body full of bruises, bite marks and crescent shaped cuts from his nails, they fall on your sticky pelvises – his cock still buried deep inside you. “Fuck.” he mutters as he gently withdraws from you, watching his cum seep slowly out of you.

Neteyam, you fucking monster.He scolds himself. How many times did you fucking knot her?

“Thank you, Great mother. If she was in heat, I would have gotten her pregnant again.” He looks up to the sky, speaking to Eywa herself. He shuffles to his feet, walking swiftly over to the basket of supplies, grabbing the yalnabark.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” he mumbles quietly, scooping a glob of yalnabark on his fingers. “I was too rough, like I said I would be.” he says, smearing it over the bite and crescent marks on your body. He gently turns you on your stomach to examine the condition of your back. Purple bruises plague your skin, clearly from the sheer force of his grasp.

Clenching his jaw, he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh – deeply disappointed with himself. Scooping another glob of yalnabark on his fingers, he rubs down your back as well. “And the worst part of this all, is that I do not even remember doing this to you.” his voice cracks, bottom lip trembling from saying such words. “I am such a piece of shit mate, y/n.” he sighs, eyes stinging from the tears that threaten to fall from them.

He gently lifts you in his arms, bringing you towards the lake. “I should have just come here alone.” he mutters, getting angry with himself. Lowering you both into the warm water, he supports your head in the dip of his arm, allowing the rest of your body to float. He catches sight of your bruised throat. “Oh Eywa, y/n.” His heart is heavy, full of sorrow and guilt.  

He reaches for your queue, pulling it over your shoulder and resting it on your chest. “I’m going to take your pain away now, my love.” He grabs his queue, bonding it with yours. Pupils darkening his eyes, he feels the soreness of your body in his. “I’m so, so sorry” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. Cupping his hand and scooping up the water, he rinses out your hair. “I really do not deserve someone like you. Someone so sweet, so loving, so forgiving. Because I know when you wake, you will tell me it is okay, and not to fret. Aren’t you, mama?” he asks, as if you were listening. Making his way down your body, he rubs down your thighs, cleaning your most sensitive area gently.

Unbeknownst to him, you were listening. To every single word. Hearing him thank Eywa for not getting you pregnant made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. From that moment, you decided to stay ‘sleeping’, unsure of what to even say to him. You had planned to tell him the moment he snapped out of it, but how could you tell him now? He would be upset with you. So disappointed in you for not trying harder.

Maybe Eywa would ‘bless us with the gift of a second chance’, recalling the hurtful words he muttered to you last time you came to this place with him. It pains your heart, to remember how he raised your voice at you, telling you how lucky you were not to be pregnant. The fear creeps up in your tummy, the same fear you felt when you kneeled before Mo’at and the words ‘you are pregnant’ rolled off her tongue. Tears fall from the corners of your closed lids as you try to stop your bottom lip from quivering.  

No doubt, Neteyam notices. How could he not?

“Y/n? Are you awake? Why are you crying? Does it hurt?” Neteyam wipes a tear away with his thumb.

You couldn’t hold it together anymore, you just burst out in tears, hiding your face in his chest as you bawled. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting him to figure out why you were crying.

“Y/n. Please. Tell me. What is wrong? Are you hurting?” he looks concerned, yet surprised, this was a completely different reaction to what he was expecting.

You tug your queue roughly from his, realizing that you’ll never be able to keep your thoughts quiet. It broke his heart.

“What did I do? I’m so sorry, love.” he asks frantically, trying to have you look at him. “I-I can’t remember. What did I do? Please, look at me.” he repeats, tears welling up in his own eyes, thinking he did something terrible to you – thinking he deserved this.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, even though you felt terrible for making his guilt even worse. You just don’t know what to say to him, and you didn’t want him to see you cry like this. You shake your head, not wanting to tell him the truth. “’ts not you... ’m so sorry, nete.” you apologize in advance, knowing he won’t even know what for.

“Then what is it? Tell me, my love. Please. Let me make it better.” he cries, pulling you further into his chest, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You had to conjure up a lie, something you didn’t do often. The trust between you and your mate is too strong to lie to one another. You didn’t even know where to start. You need to think clearly, and you can’t. Your heart is thumping in your chest and it feels like your throat is closing up. You think of Ta’sun, hoping it’ll calm you.

Ta’sun. Oh, how you miss him.

“I-I don’t. I don’t know. It’s not you, Nete... I-I miss Ta’sun. Can we go home now?” you mumble the first lie of many to come, although it wasn’t fully a lie.

“Ma’ yawne. You had me worried. Ta’sun is in good hands, okay? Let us go home.” he reassures you, not even considering how being away for long would make you feel. He rubs your back whilst coming out the water. “How do you feel... otherwise?” he asks, a sliver of relief in his voice.   

“I’m okay. I just want to go home, please.” your mumble, already feeling the guilt of lying about something so big.

Post Note: Damn guys, this kind of wasn't how it was supposed to go lool, I was only gonna have him in rut and reader help him, but i was like lowkeyyyyy want her to get her heat too, idk. Sorry about the quick ending, although it’s not really an ending. I’ll be continue this right where I left off pretty much. Also, I feel like I could have done better, but the writer’s block during this was insane, at some parts it was flowing and at others I had to stop and come back. But yes! Next chapter will have quite a bit of angst, so prepare for that if you decide to follow through, hehe. Hope this was somewhat enjoyable lool! night night <3

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At First Sight

Neteyam’s First Rut: Special Episode II

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (18) x Human Reader (18)

Warnings: nsfw, lots of fluff, childhood friend/crush to lovers, masturbation, size difference, first time everything, foreplay, oral sex [f receiving], vibrator usage, consent king nete [you know how I like him]

Word Count: 8k 🧍‍♀️

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for 2000 followers, that’s crazy :’) I love you guys, honestly.

Synopsis: The story of how it all started.

Intro:

Too young to be put in a Cryo chamber and sent back to Earth, you were raised by the scientists who remain loyal to the na’vi after the war with Quaritch. Despite growing up in a lab, you spent most of your childhood with your friends – Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk. You formed all your best childhood memories and milestones alongside them. They taught you the na’vi language, and their way of life. You did your best to keep up with them, although it proved hard in your human body.

They were always faster and stronger, not to mention bigger. Despite being the same age as them they would always tower over you, almost double your height and width. Regardless, you were determined to live the life of a na’vi, even with your tiny, frail body.

Having this exopack was bothersome, constantly getting in your way and needing to be recharged and cleaned. But it allowed you to be closer to your people, to your secret love – Neteyam. His family always saw you as the ‘lab kid’, especially his mother. Neytiri always insisted that you go back to your people when you came around to visit.

Neteyam was always quick to defend you, standing up against his own parents – something that he rarely did. He never made you feel left out, pacing himself to ensure you’d never get left behind, being extra gentle during games and always making sure to carry a backup battery for your exopack. He knew how careless you were in keeping it charged. He would even steal extra of your favourite sweets from the lab when you had your monthly cycle. You’d always had a crush on him since you were kids, but when you both got into your late-teens things became... different.

He grew much, much taller than you, always towering over you. His muscles filled out, becoming more defined as he went through the rites of passages to become a man – to become a warrior. Whilst your chest became fuller, hips wider and waist curvier. At times, you’d catch him staring at you, lingering his gaze on your chest or pelvis, burning holes through your shorts. It’d make butterflies flutter in your stomach, giving you hope that maybe he saw you in the same way that you saw him.

You spent most nights with your hand shoved down your pyjama pants, humping your fingers to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam without his loincloth on. Oh, the things you’d do just to see what he really looked like underneath. You wanted nothing more than for him to be the one touching you, to make you feel good. At times you’d try to be bold, and make a move, holding a single finger or brushing your chest against his thigh. But he never caught on, or so it seemed.

Under the immense pressure of his parents, he couldn’t spend nearly as much time as he used to with you, but you understood and never complained. You filled your time with Kiri, becoming her best friend. She taught you everything about the flora and fauna of Pandora, and made you want to become a healer one day if you could ever get an avatar of your own.

You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi. Norm and Max always teased you about you getting your own avatar when you were old enough, but you never believed them, you knew how expensive they were to create.

You had no other choice but to accept your fate as the human girl who longed for a na’vi boy, and his na’vi way of life.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam felt similarly from the moment he lay eyes on you. He always felt a strong need to protect his tiny, frail human. He hated nothing more than when others picked on you, and made you feel less than all because of how you looked. He never cared about any of that, you were the kindest and most adorable girl he knew. You were a treasure to be cherished – to be protected at all costs.

He knew never to act on his feelings, though. Given the whole different species thing, he quickly accepted his fate as the son of Olo’eyktan who longed for a sky person. He knew it would never be able to work, in any regard. He felt like he’d break you if he touched you. But now that he’s become a man, the desire to touch you has only grown stronger.

The moments between you and him have become tense, and awkward. He’d keep a good distance between the two of you, yet he’d never take his eyes off you, always ensuring your safety. And in those moments – those rare moments – that the two of you were alone, the tension was off the charts. To the point where Neteyam started distancing himself from you even more, picking up more training sessions with his father and going on longer hunting trips.

It hurt you. To see the man you cared for so deeply never make the time to be around you anymore. You often confided in Kiri about this, as she was the only person who knew about your true feelings for him. She always encouraged you to be honest and open with her brother, convincing you that he had similar feelings. Even though you wanted to believe her, you couldn’t bring yourself to because of how distant and cold Neteyam had been.

----

“Is Neteyam coming?” you ask Kiri, watching her hook the mask around her neck.

“No, he’s on a hunting trip with dad. Sorry, y/n.” Kiri purses her lips before taking a swig of air.

“That’s okay. I understand that he’s busy.” you shrug your shoulder, trying to act like it didn’t bother you that he was always caught up with something.

She rests a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that it’s nothing personal, even though she knew it was. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll come around soon, y/n.”

You nod, keeping your gaze fixed on your feet as you both make your way deeper into the lab. Lo’ak and Tuk follow behind Kiri, gearing up with their masks too. Kiri came to see her mom, Grace, and Lo’ak usually just tagged along to bother Max and Norm. Tuk never wants to be left out, following closely behind her siblings everywhere they go.

You were excited, hoping to see Neteyam so you could finally talk to him about how you felt. But he flaked yet again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“Hey mom.” Kiri hums, climbing on top of her mother’s tank, admiring her floating body.

Lo’ak and Tuk make their way over to Norm and Max, trying to convince them to reveal some top-secret information about what they have in development. “C’mon Norm, don’t be a wuss. Show us!” Lo’ak grins, giving norm a playful shove, moving him a great distance, unaware of his own strength. “...sorry, Norm.”

You find yourself thinking about Neteyam again, watching Norm’s small frame next to Lo’ak, and how you look just like that next to him. Huffing out a sigh, you look around at your friends and realize that you’re alone. Everyone’s got someone, except you. You could walk away, and no one would even notice.

So, you do.

Unable to deny the way you feel, as tears well in your eyes and your chest burns hot, you shuffle away quickly to your room at the end of the hallway in the lab.

Really y/n? Crying again? You scold yourself for being so sensitive.

Neteyam will never want me if I’m this soft. You blink rapidly, clearing the tears from your eyes as you turn the knob on your door.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realise you’ve walked into a completely different room. Looking around, you realise that you’re in Trudy’s room, not yours. It’s been untouched since the war; Norm couldn’t bring himself to step foot into her room, much less go through her belongings.

Being here gives you an eerie feeling, right in the pit of your stomach. Just as you were about to turn around and back out, you notice a black, open duffle bag on her bed. Inside it is some sort of object, bright and pink, in some sort of packing with a big red ‘XXX’ on it. It’s hard to miss. As much as you wanted to back out of the room, you find yourself closing the door behind you before making your way over to the bag.

Curiosity got the best of you, making you take it out of the bag to inspect it further. Still brand new in its plastic packaging, the object is slightly bent, with some weird looking rubbery bits that rib around it.

‘Thrusting Rabbit Vibrator – Adult Toy’.

You’ve never seen one in person, only hearing about it on shows you watched that aired in the early 2000’s. It’s... a sex toy – a vibrator to be exact. You flip it over, searching for the instructions.

‘Insert, turn on, and enjoy.’

Seems simple enough. The desire to open it, to know what it feels like grows stronger. You nibble at your bottom lip, trying to talk yourself out of your ludicrous urges. Your heart quickens, thumping violently against your ribcage. Deep down, you know what you’re doing is wrong, invading Trudy’s personal space like this, even worse that she wasn’t here to defend her space.

The sound of a doorknob rattling makes your whole body jolt. You gasp quietly, turning around and hiding the toy behind your back. Norm opens the door, jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable to be looking in his late girlfriend’s quarters. He scans you up and down, a confused look washing over his face.

“y/n? Why are you in... Trudy’s room?” he asks, not wanting to say her name.

“Sorry. I – I didn’t even realise I came in here. I was going to my room...” you babble nervously, realising that you’ll have to reveal more to make it believable, “...I – uh, felt left out, and I was too caught up in my head. Sorry, Norm. I was about to leave.” you apologize again, knowing this room is off limits.

“It’s alright, kid. Sorry if I sounded upset.” He says, expression softening.

You laugh a little to lighten the mood. “Not a kid anymore, Norm.” you shoot him a smile before shuffling out beside him, walking backwards so he doesn’t see the toy behind your back.

“My bad, y/n.” He closes the door, locking it with his key. He turns around, to see you shuffling away.

“Hey. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Alright?” he projects his voice as you walk swiftly away, heart thumping in your chest.

You quickly shift the toy to your chest as you spin around and raise a hand in the air. “Alright, Norm! Thanks!”

----

You sit on your bed, staring at the bright pink object sitting on your table, already plotting how exactly you’re going to return this thing. It’s going to be difficult, seeing that he locked the door. It would have to involve some sort of conniving plan to steal his keys whilst he’s sleeping, or something. It honestly seemed like too much, for something so... useless to him.

It wouldn’t even matter right? He’s not going to use it... Would he even realize that it’s missing? You wonder, knowing he’ll probably never step foot in that room again.

You won’t lie, a part of you wanted to know what it feels like. Not only that, but this is probably the only time in your existence that you’d have your hands on such a thing. You’d never ever been able to make yourself climax before, even to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam.

Maybe this would do the trick?

It dawns on you that all you’re doing is trying to convince yourself to use the damn thing. You stand up let loose a loud huff, frustrated with yourself. You pace back and forth in your room, burning a line into the floor with your feet, looking back at the stupid little toy every so often.

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Fuck it.” you mumble, rushing over to the table to rip open the packaging.

Finally releasing the toy from its plastic-y restraints, you bring it close to your face to examine it.

“Whoa.” you mutter, looking at all of the little nubs and ridges on the tip of it, whilst the rest of it is like a smooth silicone.

Grabbing the packaging, you fumble with it a bit before flipping it over once again to read the instructions some more.

‘Clean before and after use. Charge before use. Waterproof. Use on clit or insert inside.’

You make your way over to the bathroom and wash it with soap and water before putting it to charge. Meanwhile, you take a quick shower, thinking about Neteyam the entire time to get you in the mood.

----

“Is she upset with me?” Neteyam asks Kiri, concerned that he’s ultimately ruined the friendship.

“No... I don’t know, Nete. Maybe? She can tell that you’re avoiding her at this point. Just. Go and talk to her, okay?” Kiri encourages her brother.

“Talk to her? And say what? I know we are a different species, but I have feelings for you?” he narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah. Actually. Exactly that.” Kiri says, scoffing and nodding her head.

“Really?” Neteyam looks at her with a blank stare.

“Yes, really. Just go.” Kiri pushes him out of the tent. “She didn’t even tell us she was leaving... Tell her that I’m sorry, too.”

“Agh. Alright.” Neteyam walks willingly out of the tent, making his way to the lab, eclipse in full throttle.

----

You brush and braid your hair, keeping it out of your face whilst you brush your teeth. Instead of getting into your pyjamas, you opt to stay wrapped in your towel, seeing that you were going to get naked anyways.

“Let’s do this.” you try psyching yourself up, making your way over to the charging object.

You unplug it and fidget with the button. Pressing the button, it immediately lights up and starts vibrating, making a loud buzzing noise. Startled, you quickly press the button once more, turning it off and throwing it on the bed.

Heart thumping viciously in your chest, you feel the flesh between your legs begin to pulse. All sorts of emotions were coursing through you all at once – anxiety, arousal, guilt. You decide that you need to get in the right head space to do this.

You unwrap your towel, resting it on the end of your bed. Crawling on the bed, you get comfortable, propping up your back against stacked pillows and spreading your legs. The cool, crisp air blows against your naked body, making your nipples hard and body shiver.

You reach for the vibrator, allowing it to brush against your inner thigh before placing it on the softness of your plump lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core.

Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. As you make your way down his body you chew on your bottom lip, biting back a soft moan.

Breath becoming raggedy, you press the button with a shaky finger, jolting when the overpowering vibration touches your clit. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot.

Squeezing your eyes even tighter, you melt into the sheer power of this toy, relaxing your tensed leg muscles. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth.

Chest rising and falling from your heavy pants, your leg muscles tense again as that familiar hot feeling pools in your chest – you’re getting close. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, before parting them to allow little, soft moans to evade your mouth. You find your hips chasing your orgasm, bucking slightly against the length of the toy as you coat it in a thin layer of your wetness.

Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand.

The image of him brings you closer and closer, the heat pooling in your chest overflowing into the rest of your body, forming knots in the pit of your stomach. You always had a hard time with this stage, never getting past it – never making yourself cum.

“Oh, Nete!” you moan, “Make me cum, please.” You quiet down to a whisper, gritting your teeth as you arch your back.

He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member.

“F-fuck!” you squeak, your head sinking deeper into your pillow as your toes dig into the softness of the bed.

He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.

----

“Thanks, Norm. I apologize again, for coming so late. I just... really need to make it up to her.” Neteyam bows his head quickly, thankful that he let him in the lab after hours.

“Don’t sweat it. She told me earlier she was feeling a little down. Just let yourself out when you’re finished talking, cool?” Norm responds, having more trust in Neteyam than the rest of them.

“I will.” Neteyam says, crouching slightly to make his way down the hallway to your door.

He looks at your door, reading the weird figures above the peep hole, ‘34’.

Three – four, that is hers, yes?

“Oh, Nete!” he hears your faint, muffled cry.

His ears perk up, heartbeat raising.

Why is she calling for me? Is she okay?

“F-fuck!” he hears your soft groan, hushed by some sort of whirring noise. 

Oh shit. She sounds like she’s in pain. Maybe cramps?

Neteyam wastes not another second and bursts the door open, ready to help you in any way that he could. Instead, he’s met with the sight of you on the bed – naked – touching yourself.

----

You can’t hear the doorknob rattle over the buzz of your toy, and even if you could, you were too focused on trying to experience your first orgasm. It feels so good, it really felt like you were about to explode. Your breaths become shallow, and quick as you climb and climb towards your peak. All you can focus on, is Neteyam coming closer and closer to you, cock swinging at each step.

“Holy shit.” Neteyam breathes, chest rising and falling quickly, heart thumping violently in his chest. Eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth open, he watches you for a second too long, unable to take his eyes off the carnal sight in front of him.

“Shit.” You gasp, body practically curling up into a ball as you and yank the towel over your body and the toy. “What are you doing here?!” you shout at him, wrapping the towel around you properly as you shuffle your back against the wall.

He immediately drops his gaze, blinking repeatedly as he turns away from you, resting both hands on his forehead. “I am so sorry, y/n. I – I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I was just... coming to talk to you about something.” He babbles, gulping down a wad of his spit.

“About what?! So late?!” you shout, cheeks stained red from embarrassment.

You caught a quick glimpse of the bulge in his loincloth before he turned around. Your heart is thumping even faster, even harder. You just moaned his name.

Shit. Shit. Did he hear me moan his name? Fuck. How long has he been here?

“I’m sorry I upset you. Really. I-it can wait. I will be going now. I am so sorry, y/n.” he apologizes through raggedy breaths, feeling his own arousal.

He quickly leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind him, feeling like he just invaded your privacy – big time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heart before walking away. You do the same, taking deep breaths to calm down and figure out what the fuck just happened.

Your hand rests on your chest, feeling the thud of your vicious heartbeats. He does the same, hand on his chest, leaning back against the door as he tries to catch his breath. He wants nothing more than to just go back in the room and tell you how he feels, especially now that he knows you think about him when you touch yourself.

It’s the same for you, wanting so badly for him to just burst back in your room, and confess his undying love for you. But you knew that was too far-fetched, to have the eldest son of Olo’eyktan love a simple human girl like you.

Then, why was he... hard?

You stare at the door, waiting to see if it’d open once more. Neteyam’s on the other side, debating with himself whether he should go back in there and come clean. Shaking his head, he attempts to snap out of his deep thoughts – you were naked, and obviously in the middle of something intimate. If he went back in there that’s just him invading your privacy even more. Deciding against staying, he starts making his way down the hallway.

He makes it halfway down the hallway before he stops dead in his tracks, ears perking up and expression softening.

But she said my name, right? He thinks, turning his head to look back on the ‘34’ on your door.

“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.

Surely, if he came all this way, at this time of night to talk to you, then it must be important. Perhaps, important enough to involve his feelings about you? Either way, it’s gone too far now. You may as well come clean yourself.

Making your way over to your door, you reach out to grab the doorknob, only to see it turn on its own. The door swings open, a gust of air blowing the loose stands of hair out of your face. Where the knob once was, is now where Neteyam’s loincloth rests, almost bursting at its seams.

Directly in your line of sight is his cross shaped ribcage, brutally rising and falling from his heavy pants. Your eyes work their way up his torso, past his muscular chest and carved collarbones, to the stripes on his neck and the flush of his cheeks. Your eyes lock with his amber eyes, searching once another in the silence.

He came back.

She was coming to get me.

You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.

“Hi.” You breathe.

“Hey.” He whispers.

“You wanted to talk?” you ask, hand tightly grasping the overlap of your towel.

“Yes.” He glances quickly at you gripping onto your towel, before looking away from your chest all together. He wants to be a gentleman about this. “Do you want to talk?”

“Yes.” You say shyly, also noticing his shy demeanour.

He looks back down at you, scanning your facial expression to ensure you were being serious. He crouches under the doorframe and enters your room, walking over to the bed.

Your eyes follow his every move, his every step. “You can sit.” You say quietly, finally shifting your gaze to your feet. “What did you want to talk about?”

He seats himself at the end of your bed, elbows resting on his knees and head hanging low. “I wanted to tell you something, y/n. To tell you my true feelings.”

You heart quickens once more, hearing the words you’ve been dreaming to hear. Now that he’s sitting on your bed, you’re face to face. You take slow steps towards him, standing directly in front of him.

“And what might those be, Nete?” you ask, using two dainty fingers under his chin to have him look at you.

He stares deeply into your eyes, furrowing his brows slightly as a puzzled look grows on his face. 

How do I even say this?

“I – I...” he stutters, relaxing his brows and swallowing his spit, “Oel ngati kameie” [I see you]. he confesses, cupping your hand on his chin with his.

You can’t fight the smile creeping on your face. Not only did he confess his romantic feelings for you, but he did it in na’vi. He sees you, not as a little human girl stuck on his planet, but as his equal – his mate.

“Oel ngati kameie, ‘teyam.” You repeat his words, letting him know you feel the same way.

A grin plasters his face, causing his ears to perk up. He pulls you in closer by the hand, situating your tiny frame in between his meaty thighs.

“I have felt this way for some time, y/n.” he continues, inches away from your face, “Since we were kids, playing hide and seek in the trees...” he looks down at your lips, “...since I first lay eyes on you.”

Staring at his lips too, you nod, unable to respond with words.

“I do not care, if we do not ‘work’ together... I cannot ignore my feelings for you anymore.” he places your hand against his warm chest, as he inches even closer to your face. “Feel it... My heart, it beats for you.”

Feeling his heartbeat against your palm, you wrap your dainty fingers around his thumb, gently tugging down your towel with your other hand to expose your cleavage. Inhaling sharply, you place his hand flat against your chest.

“Mine too, Nete.” You finally whisper under your breath. “I-I feel the same. At first sight.” You mumble, now feeling his hot, short breaths against your lips.

Inexperienced lips crash into yours, hungry and eager for your reciprocation. You kiss him fervently, waiting for this moment for practically your entire existence. Bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth radiating from one another’s skin, you fumble with the knot of your towel. A hand stops you, keeping you from untying the loosely wrapped material around your body, he shakes his head side to side.

“Are you sure?” he breathes into your mouth between wet kisses. “I did not...” he kisses you again, “...come back for that, my love”.

“Mhm” you mumble into his mouth, moving his hand away to fiddle with the woven part of your towel once more. You stop and pull away suddenly, coming to the realization that maybe he doesn’t want this. “Do you...want this?” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckles breathily, smiling wide before pulling you back in to kiss you again. “How could I not?” he mumbles between sloppy kisses.

Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you feel the pink tinge on your cheeks turn even brighter – even hotter. Breaths heavy and uneven, you feel the thud of your collective heartbeat as you allow your towel fall to the ground. Immediately, he pulls away, looking up and down at your human body.

“Yuey [beautiful]” he says out of breath, mesmerized by the curves and softness of your body.

Allowing his eyes to linger at your chest, he looks up at you briefly, silently asking for your consent to touch your breasts. You nod, pulling his hand up to the soft flesh on your chest before meeting your lips with his once more. His hand completely envelopes your breast, kneading it as gently as he can. His thumb brushes past your hard nipple, playing with it ever so slightly.

Having someone else touch you in this way makes your body shudder. It’s your first time, your first kiss, your first – everything.

A warm tongue presses against your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant it, parting your lips and meeting your tongue with his, allowing them to dance with one another in your mouth.

His movements become eager – more impatient. He kneads your breast a little rougher, now gently rolling your small nipple between his calloused fingers. Your body jolts from the sudden pleasure, and a soft moan escapes your mouth into his.

“Feels good, yes?” he returns a moan, making sure you’re okay.

“Yes, teyam.” You nod, moving his hand to your other breast.

Repeating his movements, he gently rolls your nipple whilst kneading your breast. It feels so good, that you can’t help but pant into his mouth, allowing your hands to feel his chest, too.

It’s just as you imagined, his chest is hard yet soft, his skin smooth yet rough, like that of a warrior. Both your hands could fit comfortably on just one of his pecks – his size in comparison to you was no joke. You feel his hand snake around your waist and up your back, calloused fingers taking in the suppleness of your skin.

“So soft” he mumbles, moving his gentle kisses down your neck.

“You, too” you mumble back, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders.

“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast.

“Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, as well as most of your breast. He suckles as gently as he can, afraid he may nip you with his fangs. Your hands slide from his shoulders, up his neck to his head, where your fingers intertwine with his braids. Using it as leverage, you press him closer into your chest, letting him know he’s making you feel good.

To your surprise, he allows his hands to fall to your hips, pulling you on top of him. It causes him to unlatch from your breast, moving his wet lips up to your collarbones. Your bare pussy is pressed against his bulge, dampening the material that covers it.

“Neteyam” you call for him quietly, feeling so good from his soothing touches.

“Yes, my love?” he responds, pulling away from your shoulders to look in your eyes.

“Can I see... you, too?” you ask shyly, breaking eye contact to glance at his soddened loincloth.

His eyes follow yours, seeing that the thin cloth is soaked. Shooting his gaze back up yours.

“You’re so wet.” he whispers, so enthralled with you that he forgets what you asked of him. He looks at your reddened face, realizing that you’re waiting for his response. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I want to see you, too.” you repeat, dropping your hands to tug at the band of his loincloth.

Smiling, he leans back, supporting his torso with his arms behind him on the bed. You trail your eyes down from his face to his pelvis, seeing the small knot at the side of his loincloth. Fumbling with the knot, your shaky hands try their best to untie the material. He notices, resting his hand over yours before untying it himself.

“No need to be nervous, y/n. We will not do anything you are not ready for, okay?” he reassures you, untying the knot easily.

“Okay.” you nod, scooting back on his lap to make space for his loincloth to come off.

You slowly move the band down, exposing his deep v-lines and scant hair. You swallow your spit before taking it off completely, revealing his huge, thick cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight, eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth opens wide enough for a sharp breath of air to pass through your lips.

“Oh shit.” You pant quietly, surprised because it’s much bigger than you imagined.

The tip of his cock touches the middle of his thigh, the length and thickness of your forearm. Panicked eyes meet his, scared that he’d rip you in two.

“What is it?” he asks, concerned that you’re uncomfortable.

“It’s – you’re, y-you are too big for me.” your lips tremble as the words slip out.

His brows draw together, eyes squinting slightly – a puzzled expression contorts his face. He cups your cheek, searching your eyes for some sort of clarification. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think – uh. I-I don’t think that will fit inside of me, Nete.” you stutter, feeling too shy to say the words.

Neteyam can’t help but laugh a little. “Ma’ yawne [beloved]...” he uses his thumb to rub your cheek, “...you need not to worry about that. I do not want to do anything that will hurt you.”

The words bring serenity to your chest, making the uneven thud of your heartbeat rhythmic. As much as you want to share that level of intimacy with him, you’ve only been able to fit two of your own fingers inside of you. You lean into his touch, rubbing your face against his palm as a smile plasters your face.

Always so protective over you.

Turns out, he was only half-hard. You watch in awe as his member grows, lifting from his thigh to his belly, all on its own. Neteyam looks away to hide his flushed cheeks. You notice and take this as your sign to touch him for the first time. Wrapping your slim fingers around his girth, you find that your fingertips can’t touch each other. His pelvis shifts suddenly from the warmth of your touch.

“Am I making the mighty warrior blush?” you hum, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.

His eyes fall onto his crotch, watching as your hands stroke his shaft. He looks back up at you, directly into your eyes.

“Maybe.” his voice is low, and deep.

You never thought you’d even be in this position, stroking the cock of the man of your dreams. Even worse, him staring at you with sultry eyes and a husky voice, telling you that you’re making him nervous.

“Can I touch you, here?” he asks, sitting up fully and resting his hand on your inner thigh.

“Didn’t I say ‘yes, always yes’?” you smile at him, shifting your hips to allow for better access.

Wrapping one arm around his neck, you hold onto him tightly for support as his hand cups your pussy, making you gasp quickly. You feel his finger part your wet lips, searching for the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You bury your face into the crook of his neck just as he finds your clit, rubbing circles into it with his slick coated finger.

Hot, quick pants evade your parted lips, blowing directly onto his neck. His lips plant kisses on your shoulder, tongue playing in the dip of your collarbone. You stroke his cock one handed, trying your hardest to provide enough friction for him to feel good too.

“Is this, okay?” he asks breathlessly, moving his finger down to your entrance.

“Yes, my ‘teyam.” you mumble into his neck, bracing yourself for his thick finger to enter you.

“Let me know if it hurts, my love.” he whispers, slowly sliding his finger inside of you.

“Oh! Ugh.” A strained moan is muffled in his neck, as you feel this finger stretch you out.

You shift your hand from his cock and wrap it around his neck, holding on as tightly as you can. His singular finger easily feels like two of yours, not to mention the fact that they’re much lengthier.

“Does it hurt?” he whispers into your ear.

“No. I’m okay, teyam.” you mumble, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

“Good. I am going to move now.” he warns, curling his finger directly into your sweet spot.

You gasp loudly, feeling the pressure already build in your bladder. It feels amazing – better than you’ve ever felt with your own fingers. Your hips buck on their own, grinding into the finger that impales you.

Little, sweet mewls escape your open mouth, beads of saliva dripping onto his chest. You’re so focused on the way he’s making you feel you didn’t even realise the volume of your whines and whimpers until he makes a comment about it.

“I like your little noises, y/n.” he says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “Are you... close?”

“I – I don’t know, I’ve never, c-cum before.” Your breath hitches, feeling your chest and stomach tighten.

Your legs begin to tremble, like they’ll give out underneath you at any moment. “Oh, Nete!” you moan his name, catching a glimpse of his ears perking up from the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

His hips buck, too, thrusting his cock against your stomach. He’s losing it, all from hearing the sweet sounds that come from your mouth. Pulling away from his neck, you look down at his glossy cockhead poking at your stomach, then back up to look into his amber eyes.

“This is where you’d be... inside me.” you breathe, shifting a hand off his neck to press a finger under your sternum, where his tip touches.

“Whoa. Y-you are so, so tiny, y/n. I’m so scared that I will hurt you.” Neteyam confesses, rutting his hips against you.

“You won’t. I trust you, teyam.” you pant, feeling your legs wobble.

Your heads bump together, as your now both grinding into one another. He feels your weak legs shake and snakes his free hand around your back, supporting it as he lays you down on the bed.

He catches sight of the bright pink toy near your head, eyes widening.

“What is that? Where did you get it from?” he asks, still fingering you.

“Ah... haah, I – I kind of found it.” you pant raggedly, “Ngh! It’s a – oh fuck!” you moan, feeling a new sensation in your pelvis grow.

“It’s a ‘oh fuck’?” Neteyam chuckles, picking up speed.

“Neteyam! That feels weird.” You moan, eyes pooling with water from how good it feels.

“Weird, bad? Or weird, good?” he asks, slowing down his pace.

“Good! Good!” you shout, not wanting him to stop.

“Ah. Good.” He smiles, picking back up the speed, “Now, what is that thing?”

“It’s – it’s a vibrator! Fuck. Don’t stop, Nete.” you whisper desperately, arching your back against the bed. “I think – I think I’m close!” you let loose a strained moan.

“I want to taste it. Can I taste you?” he asks, already making his way in between your legs.

“O-okay teyam” you whine quietly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go.

His hot mouth engulfs your throbbing clit, the flat of his tongue shifting from side to side. “Good?” he mumbles into your slit.

“Mmmn! Fuck, yes!” you moan loudly, bucking your hips into his face.

He grabs your hand and places it on his head, you weave your fingers through his braids.

“Another... another finger!” you beg, feeling the knots in your stomach quickly unravel.

He shakes his head side to side, “’til hurt” he mumbles once more, picking up the speed of both his tongue and finger.

“Please! ‘m gonna cum, Nete!” you plead, toes curling into the sheet beneath you.

He gently slides another digit inside you, feeling the tightness of your cunt clenching around it. You yelp out, feeling a hint of pain among the waves of pleasure that crash through you. He pulls his finger back out, lifting his head up, causing your hand to fall from his head.

“See? I told you. I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asks through knitted brows, looking down at your glistening cunt sucking in his finger.

“Only a little, I’m fine teyam.” you reassure him, wiggling your hips back down onto his finger.

He clicks his tongue, catching a glimpse of the vibrator.

“Let us try this... vee-bray-tor?” he says the word slowly, as he reaches for the pink object beside your head.

He presses the button causing the thing to vibrate in his hand, shock plastering his face from the sensation of it buzzing against his skin. Your hips jolt as he presses the toy against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine.

“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more.

He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.

“Mmmn, mhm!” you mumble, pushing your cunt into his face.

He closes his eyes, tuning in to the filthy noises that evade your mouth, drawing circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. Neteyam touches himself, finally hearing the sounds that he’s been imagining every time he pleasured himself.

“Neteyam. I’m so fucking close.” you pant quickly.

He picks up the speed, now knowing where exactly feels good for you, and targets those sensitive areas. He rubs his own cock, beads of precum oozing from his tip lubricating his hand, allowing for fast strokes. He’s huffing hot breaths through his nose onto your lower stomach, giving you goosebumps.

“Holy fuck... R-right there” You let loose breathy moans, feeling the swell of your sweet spot pushing against his finger, as he curls it even harder and faster into you.

“Mmmhm” he moans into your clit, looking directly at you, encouraging you with his eyes to cum for him.

Bucking his hips into his hand, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. His brows tighten, feel his own knots unravel quickly in his stomach. He grunts into your cunt, finally squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts become shorter.

You look between your legs, watching his aroused expression, now realizing that he’s pleasuring himself. It makes you feel even hotter – even hornier, sending you over the edge.

“Oh – oh shit, Neteyam! I think I’m – I’m cumming!” you cry out, shoving his face into your pussy.

You feel your cunt go into a frenzy, throbbing and pulsating feverishly around his finger.

His grunts turn into guttural groans, as he tries to concentrate on making you finish while his warm cum slowly pools into his hand. You push away his head, now feeling overstimulated from his relentless licks, for him to sit up quickly, grabbing his mask in a hurry to suck in a deep, long breath.

“You taste sweet, y/n.” he moans breathlessly, gently pulling his finger out of you. He sucks his finger, savouring the flavour of your slick.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling shy to see him taste you on his finger like that.

“That was... the first time.” you mumble wide eyed, breath hitching from you coming down from your high.

He smiles.

“I know. I’m happy I could do that for you, my love.” he projects his voice as he crouches under your bathroom doorframe.

He quickly cleans himself up so he can tend to you, coming back with a dampened cloth.

“Feeling okay?” he asks quietly, wiping the slick off your thighs, working his way up to the soft flesh between your legs.

“Yes, I’m... more than okay.” You hum softly, chest rising and falling as you try to take a full breath, feeling his tender, gentle touches as he cleans you up.

“Want to shower?” He questions, hanging the cloth against the back of your chair.

You shake your head weakly from side to side, puffy eyes blinking lethargically.

“What about clothes?” he makes his way over to your dresser, resting his hand on the top drawer’s handle, “tis a cold night.”

“Mm... rather you keep me warm.” you blabber, resting your eyes for a minute.

“My pleasure, yawne [beloved].” He smiles.

Tucking one hand under your neck, and the other under the back of your knees he lifts you up, moving you further up in your bed.

“Tired?” he chuckles softly, crawling into bed next to you.

“Mhmm.” You purr lengthily, trying to open your eyes as you scoot back onto him. “Don’t leave, Nete.”

“Alright, my love. I won’t. I will be right here. Get some rest.” He hums, pressing his warm naked body against yours.

He covers you with the blanket first, and then himself with whatever was remaining. He’s too tall for the blanket anyway, as well as the bed, honestly – he’s too tall for this whole place. Legs jutting off the end of the bed, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

Heavy eyes finally closing, you snuggle into your love, gripping a single finger on the hand are rests on your stomach. He unhooks the mask from around his neck, and straps it to his face, so that he, too, can close his eyes and drift into a deep sleep.

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Everyone was accepting of your relationship with Neteyam. Surprisingly, his parents were both expecting it at some point, and had already taken the time to come to terms with it – well, mostly Neytiri. Jake was always welcoming of you. Kiri and Lo’ak were happy you two finally hit things off. Everyone, including the members of the clan, could tell that you both had feelings for one another. Even Norm and Max were elated for the two of you, both knowing that there was something more going on between you guys. Norm knew that night would be the night for the both of you to make things official, which is why he granted Neteyam access afterhours.

One day, Norm and Max approach you and Neteyam in your room, knocking quietly on your already open door.

“Y/n. Neteyam.” they say monotonously in unison.

You both look at them, concern growing in your chest after seeing their serious expressions.

“What is it?” you manage to get out, holding Neteyam’s hand tightly, thinking something horrible has happened.

Their expressions soften, a smile creeping on both their faces before they burst out in laughter.

“Just joking with ya.” Max laughs, looking at Norm.

“Yeah. We come bearing good news, actually.” Norm adds, quickly glancing at Max before looking at you once more.

“Good news? What is it?” Neteyam asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, calming you down.

“Well, it’s not like you guys don’t already know. You can think of it as a ‘mating’ gift, ya know, seeing that na’vi don’t have weddings.” Max babbles, straying from the point.

“You’re getting your own avatar, y/n.” Norm announces happily, knowing that this is your biggest dream yet.

“What?! Are you serious?” you shriek, jumping to your feet, eyes flickering between the two of them.

Neteyam is still holding your hand tightly, now standing with you, wrapping his tail around your leg. Ever since you revealed your feelings to one another, Neteyam has rarely left your side, always making sure he’s near you – protecting you. You were his mate now, nothing less.

“Yep. She’ll be ready in about four months.” Max smiles, proud that he could pull the strings to get his favourite girl her own avatar.

“Oh, Max. Norm.” your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes. “Thank you, guys. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this.” You walk swiftly towards them to give them both a big hug.

Neteyam reluctantly lets go of your hand and leg, but follows closely behind you, towering over the two men. He wraps his tail around your leg once more, always needing to touch you in some way.

You hug them both, tippy toeing to squeeze their necks as hard as you can – to show how much you really appreciate what their doing for you.

“Thank you, Max, Norm.” Neteyam says, smiling and bowing his head at them both.

“Our pleasure, guys.” Max and Norm chant together. “C’mere Neteyam.” Norm smiles, pulling Neteyam into the hug.

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Perfect Match

Handle Me: Part II

Read Part I ; Masterlist

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Dom Lo’ak Sully (19) x Sub Omatikaya Reader (20)

Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, heat cycle, dom/sub, profanity, oral sex, humiliation/degradation, exhibitionism, slight overstimulation, edging, knotting, marking/mentions of blood, major breeding kink, spit kink, slight somnophilia, spanking, lil bit of foot stuff, two nutcases finding each other, are there any kinks I haven’t fucking listed

Word Count: 4.2k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Eywa Issy heard you, one dom lo’ak coming up. I lowkey had the worst writer’s block doing this, so I hope it’s semi decent c’: also can you tell what my top kink is :l lol

Synopsis: To your surprise, Lo’ak handled you great. But can he handle you now that you’re in heat?

Your preference for older men is not necessarily an age-thing. Its whether they can handle your extreme heats. What’s the point of taking yourself up with a man who can’t even calm you during your heat? You’ve found that only experienced, older guys are capable of that.

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“What the fuck happened here?” Neteyam’s voice makes Lo’ak jump in his skin.  

“Oh shit.” Lo’ak mutters, heart thumping violently against his ribcage.

Lo’ak could see the anger in his brothers’ eyes, seething from seeing his best friend unconscious on the floor – naked – legs spread open, cum seeping from your slit. It was truly a sight to see. Neteyam’s eyes peel away from your limp body and shoot back up to Lo’ak – full of fury.

“Alright, bro. Relax. It’s not what it looks like.” Lo’ak puts his hands in front of him, taking a step back.

“Not what it looks like? What else could this look like?” he asks through gritted teeth, chest rising and falling from his heavy breaths.

“I swear, I didn’t do anything she didn’t want. Trust me, bro.” he glances behind him, ensuring he won’t stumble the more he retreats.

“Baby brother.” He growls, taking a step forward. “Have I not taught you better? Why is she on the floor, and you dressed?”

“I – I was about to clean her up, seriously. I wouldn’t leave her like tha-” Lo’ak tries to defend himself, only to be cut off by your little mewls.

It’s like you could feel your pores open and your sweat seep out. Despite you being naked, it’s hot. As much as you want to get up, you can’t. All you can do is lie here, lifeless, and listen to the conversation unfold between two brothers.

You’ve never had a man fuck you – no, handle you like that. It was everything you needed and more. The image of him yanking you back onto his cock by the tail when you tried to escape the sheer force of his thrusts replay in your head.

The desire to be pinned down so you can’t flee and be bred repeatedly is... undeniable. Your mind clouds with all the things you’d do just to bear his child, to become his breeding bitch. It’s so clouded – so foggy – that there’s no room left for the formation of a sensible thought.

You try to speak, but your words fumble out your mouth, coming out more as whines and whimpers. Squirming around beneath the two towering figures, you sit up slowly, hair covering your face. Attention averted to you, they peer down at you and examine your condition.

“Oh, shit.” Neteyam spits, retreating to the door.

Lo’ak shoots him a concerned look. “What?”

“Hah... You are in for a fucking ride, brother.” Neteyam laughs, inching closer to the exit.

“What... what do you mean?” he asks quietly, making his way over to Neteyam. “Bro!” Lo’ak turns to his silent brother, whose foot is already out the door.

Neteyam nudges his chin to you now that you’re looking up at them between clumped, wet strands of hair.

“Those are her heat eyes.” Neteyam mutters under his breath, scared to stay another second in the room.

“H-heat eyes?” Lo’ak repeats slowly, before looking down at your inebriated, watery eyes. “Oh. Oh shit.”

“Her heats are... intense. I mean – four days intense.” He puts his other foot out the door. “I hope you can handle her, brother.”

He quickly dips out of his tent to go his mate’s tent, knowing he wouldn’t be able to come back here for a good week.

“Lo’ak. I- I don’ feel s’ - good.” You hiccup, struggling to hold your weight up with your trembling hands. “Think you were, too rough... with me.”

Lo’ak looks down at you now trying to crawl towards him, drool dribbling down your chin. That’s when it hit him – the strong scent of your pheromones. It’s so overpowering that he can’t help but cover his nose with his forearm.  

“Oh, y/n.” Lo’ak clicks his tongue, dropping his arm. “You are in heat.”

“Mmm. Sir. ‘s so hot, sir. Please...” you crawl to his feet, rubbing your cheek against them, “...please help me.” you beg quietly, kissing his feet.

Lo’ak watches you kiss his feet, submitting to him completely. In just a day, you went from being Neteyam’s older friend that rejected him on a regular basis, to kissing his feet and begging him to put out the fire within you.

All those times he would stay back on hunting trips just to get a chance to be around you, the times he’d save you a little extra of your favourite food at dinner... the times he’d ensure to walk one step behind you, so you’d always be in his line of sight. All the times you disregarded his expressions of love. You regret it all.

If he could get you through this... you’d be his mate.

As much as he wants to be sweet and gentle with you, now that he’s put you in your place, he knows that that’s not what you need right now. He’s going to ensure he ends your heat early.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He kneels, cupping your cheeks to lift you off his feet.

“I – I need... I need you t-to breed me, sir.” You whimper, looking up at him through wet eyes.

His sinister grin returns, full force. Despite the chances of actually getting you pregnant right now are basically a hundred percent, the trance of your heat is affecting his ability to control himself. At least if he got you pregnant, he’d finally get the girl of his dreams.

You’d never be able to get rid of him.

“Mawey.” He hums, petting your head. “I am here. I’m going to sort you out. Don’t worry, little one.”

Lo’ak quickly lifts you up, carrying you over to the bed. You were in heat, and clearly experiencing some discomfort. The least he could do is get you as comfortable as he possibly could before rearranging your insides.

He lowers you onto the soft padding, sweeping back the damp hairs stuck to your forehead. He stands over you, taking in the sight of your sweaty, squirming body beneath him. Seeing you so weak, no – so vulnerable, inflames the primal part of him.

The part of him that wants to obliterate your helpless little body.

It’s this annoying heat again. You hated when it came, it was just too much, too long – too intense. It’s debilitating. Teya Si never helped, so you’re only solution was seducing the older, strongest warriors of the clan. Unfortunately, none of them could last the entirety of your heat, so you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

Literally.

You waste not another second and reach down, giving your pussy the attention that it’s sobbing for. The slick is flowing out of you, creating a puddle on the sheet beneath you, drenching it completely. You grind your hips into your wrist, stimulating your throbbing clit as you slide all three fingers inside of you.

Lo’ak watches you for a bit, finding you squirm and writhe around – desperately trying to get yourself off – almost amusing. You could barely keep your eyes open. How would you ever satisfy yourself?

“Y/n.” he growls, crouching over you like prey. “Did I allow you to touch yourself?” he asks, slowly sliding his palm up your clammy thigh.

You blabber in response, the burning sensation too intense to speak properly. You just wanted it to go away – to stop.

She’s too out of it. No point in using my words.

His hand envelopes yours, yanking your fingers out of your clenching hole, making you whine from the emptiness. He gives your throbbing cunt a light smack, not enough to give you too much pleasure, but just enough to make you come-to.

“Sweetheart. I’ll let this one slide, you know, given that you are in heat. But what did daddy say about repeating himself?” he hums gently, pulling the hood of your clit back taut enough to create some much-needed friction.

“Mmn... fuck. ‘m sorry, sir. Please... punish me.” You moan softly, spreading your legs even more for him.

“You learn fast.” He smiles, spanking your pussy once more.

Your hips whine (gyrate) at the sensation. If he could just do it a few more times, you could cum from that alone.

“P-please, sir. More!” you beg, bucking your hips up into the air.

“Yeah? Such a little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” he growls, giving your cunt a quick, hard smack.

“Ugh – Yes!” you cry out, bowing your back against the bed.

He crouches down, bringing his lips next to your face, brushing them ever so slightly against the tip of your ear. “I am the only man capable of giving you this.”

Lo’ak plunges all four fingers inside your hole, filling and stretching you out to the brim. It earns him a lengthy, high-pitched moan from you – your cunt enraptured to finally be stuffed. You’d never had four fingers inside you before, the feeling is indescribable.

Your hips move on their own, humping eagerly against his slick coated fingers, digits hooked right into your sweet spot. He watches as you work desperately for your orgasm, willing yourself to move somewhat rhythmically so you could reach your peak. Just as you feel the knots in your womb unravel, and the walls of your pussy clench, he pulls all his digits out of you – denying your release.

Bringing his fingers to his nose, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, savouring the scent of your heat. He holds his breath for a moment, before exhaling loudly and snapping his eyes open. They almost looked darker – deeper.

Immediately, he’s drawn to the wet, flesh between your glossy thighs. It smells so enticing, so delicious. Your scent is otherworldly, something Lo’ak couldn’t describe even if he tried. All he wanted to do was douse himself in your pheromones, and drink the sweet, thick nectar that flows between your plump pussy lips.

So, he does.

Quickly, he situates himself between your trembling legs, lapping up the slick that coats your thighs. His mouth engulfs your heat, flattened tongue licking from your hole up to your clit, as he gulps down your nectar.

Not once does he close his eyes, nor break eye contact with you. He stares up at you with deep golden saucers, as he rubs the flat of his warm tongue against your throbbing clit. He wants to watch you cum for him. He wants to feel you cum for him. He wants to hear you cum for him.

He wants to taste you.

Muffled, nosey grunts vibrate against your cunt – his way of encouraging you to cum for him, to let him taste your sweet, sweet release. You state into the amber eyes between your legs, weaving your fingers through his braids whilst your hips buck relentlessly into his face.

You suddenly feel a hand slide up your chest, unknotting your top in a hurry. Right away, he rolls your stiff nipple between his fingers, demanding that you cum, now. Your body listens to its owner, cumming at his command.

Fisting the hair intertwined with your fingers, you shove him into your cunt, releasing your essence directly into his mouth. Legs shaking, stomach muscles contracting and releasing, pussy walls fluttering, you let loose silent screams into the air. He follows your erratic movements, ensuring he gets his fill of you.  

Sweet, thick cum pools in his cheeks. After gulping most of it down, he holds some in his cheeks, swirling it around in his mouth as he makes his way up your body. Grabbing your face, he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, before burrowing it between your jawbones, forcing your mouth open.

Instinctively, your tongue slips out, ready for what’s to come. You watch as Lo’ak inches closer into your face to spit directly in your mouth. Breaking the thick string connecting your mouth to his, he plunges his finger into your mouth, using it to coat your cheeks and tongue with your own cum.

“Taste yourself.” He pulls his finger out, and forces your jaw shut, patting the underside of your chin a few times to ensure its locked. “Swallow.” He commands.

You gulp down his spit mixed with your cum, tasting your own sweet nectar wantonly.

“My good girl.” He praises you, out of breath.

Impatiently shoving his hand down to his crotch, he tugs down his loincloth just enough  to unsheathe his cock. He couldn’t wait another second, and neither could you. The heat is only getting hotter, and if he didn’t fuck you soon you were going to fucking lose it.

Body still moving on its own accord, your hips are drawn to his, sliding side to side to situate his hung cock between the slippery lips your cunt. Shifting your pelvis upwards, you try to take him inside of you on your own terms, desperate and needy for his thick, veiny cock.

Chomp.

Lo’ak sinks his teeth into your shoulder, hard enough to discipline you, but not hard enough to draw blood. You whimper underneath him, being tamed by his touches – being punished by his marking. He unlatches, sloppily licking the mark left on your shoulder before trailing his tongue up to your ear.

“P-please, Lo’ak. I need you inside me, n-now” your voice is shaky, plagued with desperation and urgency.

“You’re nothing but a naughty, slutty bitch in heat. Fuck.” He growls lowly into your ear, rubbing his cockhead against your slit, lubricating it with your cum. “Now. I’m going to use you like the little fuck toy you are, understood?”

The words are like music to your ears, causing them to perk up when you hear that you’re finally getting what you need. You stir underneath him, commanding your body to behave, fearing he may edge you once more.

“Understood?!” he slaps your clit with his cock, upset that he had to repeat himself.

“F-fuck! Yes, sir! Use me... please.” you beg, squirming underneath him.

“Stay still.” He commands, hoisting one leg over his shoulder and pinning you down by the neck.

He slowly slides his entire length inside you, inch by inch, feeling every bump and ridge of the walls of your heat clench around his cock. You whine loudly – you were going to cum from a singular buck of his hips.

“Fuck. Trying to cum already?” he holds his position, denying you the chance to cum, “All from me putting it inside you? You really are in heat, aren’t you?” He tightens his grip around your throat, waiting patiently for your pussy to stop fluttering around his cock.

“’m sorry. You feel s-so good, sir.” A broken, choked whimper escapes your throat.

“I know. I know, sweetheart. But you only cum when I allow it, yes?” he reminds you gently, giving you a pass because you’re clearly delirious.

You nod your head fervently, pleading through pinched brows and watery eyes for him to move. Your heat is really getting to him now, as he finds it harder and harder to fight his own animalistic urges.

“Right.” He says through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to impregnate you right this second.

Willing himself to start with a steady, slow pace, he fucks you languidly, brushing the bump of his cockhead right into your sweet spot. He watches as your face contorts with pure pleasure – pure bliss. Dipping his head back, he shuts his eyes and relishes in the feeling of your cunt squeezing the length of his cock.

His hips pick up speed, no longer able to fight against the need to fuck you – the need to breed you. Afterall, you were just a vessel to carry his seed and his own personal cumdump.

The faster he rut into you, the more the knots tightened in your stomach, the more the heat in your cunt pools hotter – the more intense the itch deep in your womb grows. You needed him to go even faster, even harder...

Even deeper.

“More! Deeper! Deeper!” you cry out, aching for his knot to stretch you open.

“Shit. Want to be my cumdump that badly?” a deep chuckle evades his throat as his hips rock into you deeper.

“Y-yes, sir. I – I want to, be pregnant, with your child!” you moan shamelessly, yearning to be bred right now.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’d be begging for it, pretty girl? You want me to cum inside you already? Hm? To give you this...” he pushes his emerging knot against your entrance, “... fat fucking knot?”

“Fuck yes! Shove it inside of me, please.” you beg him, pushing your pussy down onto his pelvis.

“No. You must earn it.” He spits, pulling back slightly to rub circles into your clit with his thumb, angling his cock to jam right into your g-spot.

He can feel what his lewd touches are doing to you. How they’re making your toes curl and your chest tighten. He leans in closer to your face, brushing his lips against yours.

“Ask.” He whispers into your mouth, forehead pressed firmly against yours – hand loosely around your throat. “Ask me, now.”

“Can I cum? Please can I cum, sir? Please!” you sob, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“Go on then. Squirt for me.” He insists, wanting to be covered in your sweet smelling cum.

“Ugh – oh f-fuck!” you scream as an orgasm so powerful rips through you that you push his cock out of your pulsating pussy.

Your sweet essence gushes all over his lower stomach, some splashing against his chest, as your body convulses uncontrollably underneath him. You could feel your heat already starting to lift – something that’s never happened this early before.

He releases your bruised throat from his grasp and sits back into his feet, looking down at the mess you made on him. Glancing back down at you, he sees the delirium in your eyes begin to dissipate. This gives him a boost of confidence, supplying him with the energy and determination to fuck you into comatose.

“Just like that, princess.” He chuckles breathily, swinging your leg from over his shoulder towards your other leg, lazily flipping you on your stomach.  

With his cock no longer inside you, the empty feeling creeps back in ten-fold. You find yourself arching your back as much as you possibly can, backing up onto his sex. Your pussy aches for the cock that was just inside you.

“Please...” a tiny mewl parts your lips.

“C’mon baby...” Lo’ak positions himself behind you properly, “...tell me. Use your words, sweet thing.” He rubs his tip against your wetness.

He can’t get enough of hearing the words...

“Fuck me, please.” You whimper quietly, stretching your arms behind you to spread apart your thighs, exposing your pussy.

A smile plasters Lo’ak’s face. Not only are you whining for it, but you’re begging for it with your body.

“My pleasure.” He growls.

He stuffs you with his cock in one quick, hard thrust, earning him a sudden, sharp cry from you. Watching his cock slide in and out of you in his dazed state, he can’t help but allow rough grunts to evade his throat. You feel so fucking good. With every thrust, comes a soft squelch from your cunt, and a filthy mewl from your mouth.

He flings his head back, feeling his own climax quickly approaching. But he didn’t want to knot you just yet, oh no. He wants you to earn it. It’s your reward for being such a sweet, little girl. Feeling his cock twitch deep inside you, your cunt clenches around his shaft, trying it’s hardest to milk his warm cum into your empty womb.

“C-cum... cum in me, Lo’ak.” You murmur softly, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He grips you by the base of your queue, tugging your head back.

“S-sir. ‘m sorry... F-fill me up please! I – I want to cum with you! Can I? Can I?” you cry breathlessly, feeling your sweet spot swell from pleasure.

He snakes his free hand around your throat once more, other hand still firmly gripping your queue. “You’re behaving a little too good, little one.” He grinds into your sore, bruised cervix, threatening to pierce it with the tip of his veiny cock. “But didn’t daddy say you have to earn this fucking knot?” he huffs.

“Yes! I’ll do anything” you sob, tears rolling down your cheeks once more. “Just... please. I feel, s-so empty.” Your little cries come out choked and cracked.

“Aren’t you even a little ashamed that you’re begging to be knocked up by Neteyam’s baby bro?” He taunts, shoving his cock even deeper inside of you, using his knot to play with your entrance. “Hm? Want me to walk you out of here like the bitch you are? Fuck you senseless in front of the entire clan? Show them how much you love this young fucking cock?” he bites your ear, causing you to yelp out.

“Not gonna fucking answer? Don’t think I’ll fucking do it?” he laughs, tightening his grip around your throat once more.

“W-wait! You plead weakly, with whatever decency you have remaining, “please...”

“Too late. Let’s do it.” he hums, lifting you up by your throat and queue, and fucks you right up the door.

“Please, sir. Please. Please. Please.” You sob, legs so limp that they fail to fight against his pushy, insistent movements.

He shoves you against the wall, holding your jaw firmly into position, and creates a crack in the door.

 “Look at them. Look at them watching our tent, listening to your sweet, desperate moans. Listening to you beg, for my cock.” He whispers into your ear.

You fight with the hand around your jaw, trying to break free of its restraints, feeling embarrassed that there’d been other na’vi outside this entire time.

“Don’t look away. Let them hear you, let them hear how much of a mess you are for me.” He presses your face against the wall even harder whilst pounding directly into your sweet spot.

You try to bite back your moans, squeezing your lips together. It was all too much, too fucking overstimulating.  

“They probably think you’re getting fucked out by Neteyam, and not his ‘baaaby brother’, don’t they?” he licks the length of your ear, panting hot breaths into your face.

His hips pick up speed, ramming his cock in and out of your sore cunt. “Hmm? Shouldn’t we let them know who’s really fucking you?”

“Mmnmm!” you hum, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head from side to side.

“Moan my fucking name, little one.” He demands, tugging on your queue, making you whimper quietly.

Your muscles become more and more tense as he frantically fucks right into your swelling sweet spot. Your body is begging for its release – begging to be bred.

A calloused hand shifts from your queue to your breast, and smacks your nipple, leaving it stinging. Your brows pinch together, as you muffle a sharp shriek by gritting your teeth. His thrusts are so relentless, so insistent, commanding that you release your juices all over him once more.

“Say it. Say it. Say my fucking name!” he shouts, giving your breast an even harder smack.

“Fuck! Lo’ak! Lo’ak! Lo’ak!” you let loose a sudden, strained, cry – watching their faces flood with shock.

Just like that, your heat took what dignity you had left.  

“Now tell them. Tell them how badly you want to be bred, by me.” He growls directly in your ear, mercilessly pounding into you.

“Please Lo’ak! Breed me! Give me your fucking knot! Please... please” you sob loudly, your pussy going into a pulsing frenzy.

“Very good.” He smiles, dropping his head into the dip of your neck. “I’m going to fill you up now, little one. You earned it.” he growls deeply, thrusts becoming shorter and deeper. “You earned this knot. So take it.”

You feel his fangs sink into your neck, just as he shoves his thick, veiny knot inside of your pussy, drilling his tip through your cervix. He paints the walls of your heat with his thick, hot seed. Sweet nectar dribbling down your legs, your cunt pulsates feverishly around his throbbing cock, squeezing every drop of his essence into your fertile womb.

He unlatches from your neck, licking the bleeding wound with his tongue, rewarding you for such good behaviour.

“That’s my princess.” He moans quietly, carefully making his way over to the bed as you two are now tied together.

“My – my mate.” You babble, too fucked out to know what you’re saying.

“What did you say?” he whispers, lowering you both onto the bed.

“Ma’ muntxa [mate].” You croak, getting comfortable in his arms before closing your eyes.

He smiles widely, looking down at you as he traces the stripes of your thigh. “Alright, alright ma’ muntxa. Get some rest. You did well.”

----

Lo’ak wakes up to you riding his cock – your back facing him.

“Jeez, y/n.” he groans, surprised that you’re still going at it. “Still in heat?”

You look behind you, staring down at him through drunk, watery eyes. “Ma’ muntxa... p-please, help me.” You moan softly, trying to scratch the itch deep in your womb.

“My pleasure, baby. Should’ve just woken me up.” he grins, sliding his hands up your waist.

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[pandxrastars]

Handle Me

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Omatikaya Reader (20)

Warnings: extreme nsfw, 100% smut, dom lo’ak, profanity, slight age gap, rough [brief] oral sex, degradation, rough sex, edging, breeding kink/creampie, slapping/smacking?

Word Count: 3.5

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: highkey  lowkey wanted to make him knot her but ya know :’) can’t overuse it. Sorry for the quick ending, btw. Hope you like this, anon[s]. <3 i also ended up changing the title for this lol

Synopsis: Neteyam is your best friend. His baby brother, Lo’ak, has been hot and bothered for you for some time. You always decline his obvious advances because of the age gap – and the fact that he could never handle you. Until one day, you find yourselves alone in a tent, and he takes you on his own terms.

Intro:

You visit your best friend, Neteyam, in his tent to give him some supplies before he embarks on a hunting trip. Behind him, you see his baby brother, Lo’ak, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down with a grin on his face. He always looked at you like you were something to devour – something to fuck. Neteyam would always encourage you to give his ‘baby bro’ a chance, but it never interested you. Knowing that he’s ‘hot and bothered’ – as he would call it – for you gives you the ick. He’s simply too young, even if it’s just by a year. In a rush, Neteyam snatches the pouch out of your hands, and gives you a friendly pat on the back before hurrying out of the tent – leaving you and his brother alone.

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“Oh, princess. I’d never be so quick to leave you.” Lo’ak smirks, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms still crossed over his chest.

You take a few brisk steps towards him, ready to get this over with so you can go back to your usual daily activities.

“Lo’ak. How many times do I need to tell you before you get it through this thick head of yours?” You say, poking two digits into his temple. “You’re too young for me.”

“By what? A year? C’mon baby. We’d be so good together.” He laughs with you, grabbing the fingers that poke his temple to brush them to against his lips.

Ripping your hand from his grip, you take a step back and shake your head.

“I’m serious, Lo’ak. If you made me choose between you and your brother...” you grimace at the thought – Neteyam is like your own blood. “...I’d fuck Neteyam over you any day.” You almost gag as the words come out your mouth.

“Besides. You wouldn’t be able handle me.” You turn around to leave the tent.

Lo’ak grabs your arm, pulling you back in to face him.  

“Oh, yeah? How do you know I can’t handle you? You don’t look like much to handle, y/n.” he looks up and down at your tiny frame.

“Because you’re too young. I only go for guys my age or older... much older. Like your daddy older.” You smirk, thinking about the Olo’eyktan fucking you senseless.

Lo’ak didn’t take this well. First, you speak about fucking his brother – right in front of his face. Then, you insult him because he’s a year younger than you. And now, you’re daydreaming about fucking his father?

“Enough.” Lo’ak growls, towering over you.  

You can’t deny it, his growl made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. You can see how much your remarks are driving him over the edge – making him angry. You want to see exactly how far you can push him.

“Or what? Gonna ‘put me in my place’?” you pout, teasing him.

Lo’ak takes a step closer to you, and fists the hair at the back of your head, using it as leverage to pull you on the tips of your toes. Lo’ak smiles – a menacing one at that. It shakes you to your core, to see him so riled up.

“Do you want me to put you in your place?” he drops his smile, leaning down to inch his face closer to yours.

His rough touches make your thighs rub against one another, denying your cunt the pleasure to respond to him. You stare up at him, looking deeply into his dark, yet sultry eyes, searching for his pathetic, little bluff. All you see is his stern, sombre appearance.

You didn’t even notice how strong this boy was. You always looked down at him as Neteyam’s baby brother – feeble and childish, always getting into trouble. But the grip he has on you is so tight you’re afraid he might rip your hair out.

And you fucking love it.

A little part of you wants to take him on. To see if he can really handle you. But a bigger part of you really doubts it – really doubts that he could make you feel good the way an older man could.

You smile innocently, batting your eyes a few times. Titling your chin up to him, you graze your bottom lip against his.

“I��d like to see you try.” You whisper into his mouth.

A sinister smile plasters his face, as he takes this as your consent to obliterate your tiny physique. His grip immediately moves to the base of your queue – earning him a high pitched whine from you. He uses it as leverage to bring you to your knees, pressing your face against the warm, stiff bulge in his loincloth.

“Take it off.” He commands, shoving your face a little closer into his crotch.

You can’t help but scoff at him. Is this what he really thought ‘putting you in your place’ would be like? Dropping you to your knees and demanding a blowjob?

“Did I fucking stutter?” he growls, gripping your queue even tighter and forcing your face against his bulge. “I said. Take. It. Off.”

This warning did a little more for you, making your thighs rub against one another once more. Not to prevent your body from responding to his touch, but to give your throbbing clit the attention it’s begging for.

“Fuck.” You mutter, hooking your fingers under the band of his loincloth before tugging them down his legs.

Nothing surprised you more than his massive, 13 inch cock slapping against your cheek as it breaks free from it’s restraints. He’s the biggest you’ve ever seen – the biggest you’ve ever had. You stare at it wide-eyed, admiring its blue strips and mushroomy head, beads of precum already oozing from it.

“See? Not so hard to listen, is it?” Lo’ak looks down at you, a grin now on his face, proud to see your bewildered expression.

Still in awe, the only thing that makes its way through your parted lips are light pants, as you stare at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face.

“Is it?!” He shouts, pinching the base of your queue.

“Sst! Shit. Yes.” You yelp out from the shooting pain running through the length of your queue.

“Good. I don’t like repeating myself, little one.” He has a smug look on his face, taking joy in call you little. “Now. Make me feel good.”

As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure, there was no denying that this is what your body wanted. Your face was already rubbing against his base of his cock, breathing in the musky scent of his swollen balls.

Lo’ak gives your cheek a light smack before gripping your jaw with his free hand, burrowing his thumb in between your jaw bones – forcing your mouth open.

“What did I just fucking say about repeating myself?” he shouts, using his grip on your queue to move your mouth onto the head of his cock, as if you were a fuck toy.

“I – I’m sorry.” You spit, looking away from him all together.

Another smack. “Say that again. Properly.”

“Fuck.” You pant on his throbbing head, “I’m sorry, Lo’ak!”

“Sir.” He says sternly, letting go of your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I- I’m sorry... sir.” Your voice is shaky from the heat pooling in your cunt.

“There we go.” He chuckles breathily, before dropping his smile once more. “Now, make me feel good.” He growls, using his tip to coat your lips in a layer of his precum.

You look up at him through pinched brows, panting hot breaths onto his oozing cockhead. You see him glowering down at you, already getting pissed off that you’re taking so long to suck him off. You hurry, using your slick coated lips to slide his mushroomy head in easily.  

The corners of your mouth sting when only half of his length goes down your throat – making your eyes pool with tears. You already feel like your jaw is locked into place, that it can’t open anymore to accommodate the sheer thickness of his cock.

Little throaty grunts escape your throat, vibrating against his tip as you try to take more of him – but your attempts prove to be useless, he’s too big.

You hear a deep chuckle above you. “Not so little now, am I?”

He moves his hand from your queue to cup your cheek, caressing your full cheek with his thumb. He briefly pets your head with his free hand before using it to gently cup your other cheek.

“Such pretty eyes.” He admires them, staring down at you. “Keep them on me.” he says sternly.

Before you know it, he’s tightened his grip on your cheeks, using it to forcefully shove his cock all the way down your throat.

“Oh – oh shit. Just like I imagined.” He flings his head back in pleasure.

He quickly moves a hand to pinch your nose shut – cutting off your only source of air. He’s so deep down your throat that you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on not gagging. You feel a sudden, but firm tap on the back of your neck.

“Eyes on me.” He reminds.

You will yourself to look up at him, even though stars are now clouding your vision. A fire sets in your lungs, as they scream for a breath of air. With your airway restricted and his cock buried in your throat, all you can do is gag and slap his thigh, silently asking him to let up.

“Uh, fuck. If you keep gagging, I’ll cum down your throat. Stop.” He groans, tapping the back of your neck again.

The stars in your vision are becoming brighter and brighter – bigger and bigger, nearly clouding your vision completely. Regardless, you continue to look up at him through lidded eyes, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on me now, sweet thing.” He laughs, giving you two, hard taps at the back of your head, waking you up.

You slap his thigh even harder, muffled screams vibrating from your throat against his shaft. He lets go of your nose and pushes you off his cock, hard enough for you land flat on your stomach.

“Fuck. Good girl. As much as I’d love to drown you with my cum...” he kneels on the ground behind you, “I’d rather fill up this tight, little pussy.” He hoists you up on all fours, denying you the chance to even catch your breath properly.

You’re gasping for air, panting heavily as you try to fill your burning lungs.

“W-wait!” you cough, sucking in a breath of air, “Please! W-wait – my heat. It is coming soon.” You take another quick breath. “You’ll – you’ll get me pregnant!”

He laughs once more, finding your little pleas amusing. He tugs your soaked loincloth down your legs, exposing your glistening slit.

“Are you sure you’re not in heat now? You’re so fucking wet...” he plays with your wetness a bit, sliding in two digits and scissoring them open.

“All for me?” he yanks his fingers out of you, and gives your cunt a smack, stinging your clit. “Should’ve thought about that all those times you rejected me...” he rubs his cockhead against your quivering hole. “...talking back like a little bitch.”

“P-please... sir. Please. Don’t cum in me.” You beg weakly, feeling his tip stretch you out slowly.

“Ah. She learns manners.” He smiles to himself, pinning your face flat on the ground. “A bit too late for that, though. Don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, “You’ll be begging for it soon enough.” he slams his entire length inside of your cunt in one quick, hard thrust.

You whine loudly, feeling every inch of him stretch you out to lengths you’ve never been stretched before. He really wasn’t the little, baby brother you thought he was. He was much bigger than you thought.

And he feels so fucking good.

He stays there for some time, holding his position deep inside your cunt – swollen balls pressing firmly against your stinging clit.

“Shit. So fucking tight. You feel that?” he asks, manhandling your hips as he uses them to push even deeper into you. “Feel every inch of this big fucking cock? This cock you’ve been denying yourself to pleasure to fuck, all because of what?”

You don’t answer – you couldn’t answer. You were too busy trying to adjust to his size that you couldn’t even form a proper thought.

“Hmm? because of what?” he pulls out of you, slamming his entire length back into you once more. “Because of what?!” he starts pounding relentlessly into you, unhappy that he had to repeat himself once more.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sir! Ugh – Please.” You beg, not sure what even for.

He withdraws from you suddenly, leaving your gaping hole empty and yearning for more of him. He crouches over you, mouth pressing against your ear as he uses his cockhead to rub your sore clit.

“Because. Of. What?” he whispers, slapping your clit with his cock.

“Because – because I thought you couldn’t handle me! Fuck. Please Lo’ak – I mean sir! Please fuck me!” you beg, shifting your pelvis so his cock lines up with your hole.

“That’s right.” He stuffs his cock inside you once more, setting a merciless, pitiless rhythm right off the bat. “Now, it seems like you’re the one that can’t handle me.”

All you can hear are the loud, squelching sounds his cock is fucking out of your pussy, and the slapping of his firm balls against your clit. It feels heavenly, as the heat pools deep in your pelvis. Your cunt clenches around his cock – ready to cum all over it.

“Yes! R-right there!” you scream, taking every hard thrust he gives you.

The knots in your stomach unravel quickly, sending your cunt into a frenzy – pulsating all over his cock as you near your climax. He pulls out of you, denying your orgasm.

“You think you can just cum without asking me?” he growls, giving you a hard smack on the ass.

“I’m sorry, sir!” you jolt from his rough touch, desperate for your orgasm.

He wastes no time and slides his entire length back inside of you, his mushroomy head brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath, biting back your moans to deny him the pleasure of knowing he’s making you feel good.

“Yeah? It’s right here, isn’t it?” he asks, thrusting right into your sweet spot once more.

“Ugh! Fuck – n-no!” you lie, hating the fact he’s making you feel this fucking good.

He gives you a hard, deep thrust. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

A desperate, filthy noise escapes your throat, only confirming his suspicions. He laughs to himself, pounding into your little, sopping cunt, forcing out all the little whines and whimpers you’ve been trying to hold back from him.

“Moan for me, you needy little thing.” He demands.

His thrusts become insistent, demanding you moan for him – demanding you cum for him. They’re too much, too deep, too hard – too fast. You try your best to crawl away, scared for your poor, bruised cervix. All for him to just grab you by the tail and yank your back up onto all fours.  

“Stop fighting it. Take me like the good little slut you are.” He pins you down by your head. “Hmm? Thought I couldn’t handle you?” he grinds into you, pushing his pelvis even harder against the fleshiness of your behind.

“Shit! Stop! You’re too fucking deep, please!” you beg, feeling his tip pierce through your cervix.

“Too deep, or too big?” he rocks into you, maintaining his depth.

“Too big! Too big!” you whimper, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He lets loose a breathy chuckle, pounding into you once more.

Your sweet spot swells from his relentless thrusts, begging for release. He feels your cunt warm up, clenching around his cock. You try hold it, even though you want to cum so bad.

“Ask me.” He states, head dipping forward from how good your pussy feels around him.

“Please...” you moan softly.

“Please... what?” he slows his thrusts down, threatening to edge you once more.

“Let me cum... please!” you let out a sweet little cry.

“Aww, my sweetheart. Ask me to breed you, then you can cum. Okay?” he says gently, picking back up the pace.

“No – no... please.” you plead with him, on the verge of cumming.

Lo’ak clicks his tongue and pulls out of you – frustrated because he was close, too. He looks down at the sight of you squirming around beneath him, your body trying its hardest to search for the cock that was just impaling it.

“Such a pity. Let’s try this again.” he taps your thigh, signalling you to get back into position.

Positioning your self on your weak, shaky knees once more, you swoop your hand underneath you to take two fingers and spread your pussy lips for him. You can’t believe that your body is submitting to him, of all people.

“Look at you... begging me to fuck you.” he smiles to himself, positioning his tip at your entrance.

He doesn’t move, though. He lingers there, allowing just the tip to poke at your entrance. He wants you to work for it, so he can relish in the fact that you’re now the one begging to be fucked.

And you knew it.

“Fuck. Lo’ak.” You huff, frustrated that he’s practically pushing this in your face.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” He grins, giving you a pass for saying his name.

He watches as your cunt swallows his cock, inch by inch, all the way until the softness of your bottom presses against his pelvis once more. You rock into him languidly, feeling too weak to set a steady, and quick rhythm.

It doesn’t feel the same. Your little, tiny mewls that evade your mouth are evidence of it. You needed him to fuck you, to dominate you – to handle you. He could tell, too. But he just allows you to struggle to make yourself cum, waiting patiently for your sweet pleas.

You give up.

“Please. Fuck me, sir.” Your pleas are quiet and come out more as a whimper.

“That’s all you had to say, little one.”

He snakes his hands around your waist, slowly sliding them down to your sore hips, and grips them, tight. He angles his cock downwards, to fuck right into that swollen, abused sweet spot of yours. Teasing you, he lingers again, gentling massaging it with his tip.

It sends you over the edge.

“Good Eywa, just fuck me already!” you scream, pushing back on him.

He lets loose a loud, breathy laugh before sinking his nails into your hips and rutting into you. The sound of smacking flesh and your loud, lengthy moans fill the air, as you push against his thrusts, frantically chasing your orgasm.

He can already feel you heating up around his cock, clenching him tighter – moans becoming breathier.

“You know what you need to say, pretty girl.” His breathy words bounce at every ruthless thrust he gives you.

“’m gonna cum! Can I cum? Please...Ngh – Can I cum?” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the growing sensation in your pelvis.

“No.” he growls, smacking your ass, leaving it stinging and red.

You knew that’s not what he wants to hear. Orgasm so near you had no other choice but to accept your fate as a vessel to carry his child. You grit your teeth, giving in to his wishes – giving into him.

Because you’re desperate.

“Fuck. Breed me! Make me into your breeding bitch! Cum inside of me, please!” you scream, unable to bite back your tongue anymore.

“That’s right. Go ahead, cum all over my cock.” His thrusts become more remorseless – deeper and shorter.

“Oh – oh fuck. C-cumming!” you cry out, body uncontrollably convulsing underneath him before going limp.  

He flings his head back, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, begging for him release his essence inside of you. Giving you two hard, deep thrusts, he stays inside of you, holding your hips down on his cock as he spurts his thick, warm, ropes of cum deep inside of your womb.

“You took me so well. Sorry – I mean handled me so well.” he praises you, tapping you gently on the thigh.

He pulls out of you, only for your lifeless body to slump on the floor – passed out.

“Oh shit.” He mutters, realizing he may have taken things a bit too far with you.

He hurries to put on his loincloth before cleaning up the mess beneath him.

“What the fuck happened here?” Neteyam’s voice makes Lo’ak jump in his skin.  

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[pandxrastars]

Your fics are so good wtf!?I'm literally an addict at this point,your writing is my daily fix xxx keep it up!just finished the special episode 2 and I had such a blast,i dont even know how to tell you what parts specifically i loved cause i genuinely loved all of it lol.would love a third part all about the aftermath/aftercare (theyve got to be sore as hell) maybe where the reader/s are slightly embarrassed or feel bad about their behavior and the boys tease them about it but also comfort them

Ashes  

🔞minors, do not interact🔞

Main Characters: 

POV #1: Neteyam Sully (20) x Avatar Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Neteyam’s mate or n/m] 

POV #2: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Na’vi Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Lo’ak’s mate or l/m] 

Warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual language, mostly fluff, sweet nete/lo’ak, feelings of guilt/shame/panic, mentions of being sick, sleep paralysis

Word Count: 2k

Requested: Yes || No 

Author’s Note: Something short and sweet! Love me some mushy aftercare, anon. Thought I’d do it whilst everything is fresh in my head. Also, thank you guys for 1,700 followers 🤯 so here’s some more nete and lo’ak for ya!! 💜

Synopsis: At last, the flames have been extinguished. The boys have to help clean up the ashes left behind. 

 

L/M POV 

Hours have passed, seeing that the eclipse is now swiftly approaching. Both brothers remain tied to their mates, careful to move not a single inch, so to not pinch or wake them. It’s safe to say that the flames are out. The inextinguishable has been extinguished – the insatiable has been satiated. What remains are the ashes of the menacing twin flames that burned so bright that it brought everything down with it.  

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Lo’ak forces his eyes open, met with the last few rays of sunshine in his face.  

Is it over? 

He glances down at you on top of him, to see that you are still in a deep slumber. Relief washes over him. No longer feeling the heat and the haze, he gently pulls his queue away from yours – breaking tsaheylu. Snaking his hand around your waist and down to your behind, he feels the tender flesh between your legs with a gentle touch.  

I think it’s safe to pull out of her, now. 

He rolls you to your side before slowly pulling out of you. He watches as a little too much cum seeps slowly out of you, making a large puddle on the floor beneath you. A sinking feeling takes over his chest, spreading to the pit of his stomach. 

Shit. Shit. I'm definitely flying out of this place as a dad.  

He didn’t even know that much cum could even fit inside such a tight space. You groan and squirm from the emptiness, although this emptiness brought you joy. Feeling so stuffed for so long made you queasy. So queasy that if you had anything in your stomach it would be on its way back up.  

In an instant, you’re on all fours, dry heaving from the overwhelming feeling. There was nothing to come up. You feel a warm hand on the center of your back, and another fisting the hair out of your face.  

“Tiyawn [love]” Lo’ak clicks his tongue, brows pinched from the sight beneath him. “Try take a breath for me.”  

Panting quickly, you gasp for air between retches, trying your best to fill your lungs. The hand on your back moves in circles, rewarding you for your great efforts.  

“Just like that, princess. You’re alright, I got you.” 

Finally, the wave of nausea subsides. You slump back into your mate’s chest, struggling to steady your breath. 

“Oh – Lo’ak.” You croak through a dry throat, grimacing from the soreness of every muscle in your body.  

 “I know. I know. Come, sit up a little for me.” he hums, cradling you closer to his chest as he reaches over to submerge the cup into the bucket of water next to him.  

Despite being parched himself, your needs supersede his, bringing the lip of the cup to your mouth. Even your throat is sore, stinging at every swallow of water. Lo’ak vicariously quenches his own thirst from watching you drink impatiently.  

“More?” he asks, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

You nod in desperation, clawing at the wrist that holds the cup to your dry lips.  

“Alright. Alright.” He moves hastily, plunging the cup in the bucket once more, and brings it to your lips.  

You drink vehemently, saving the last gulp for your mate in the hollows of your cheeks. Pulling him close to your wet lips, you re-enact the foggy events of yesterday, pushing the water into his mouth. His wide-eyed stare softens, realizing what you’re doing. Licking his lips after swallowing the water thickly, he pulls back and meets your gaze.  

“Where’d you learn that?” he breathes, one side of his mouth curling into a half smirk. 

You glance over at n/m sleeping in Neteyam’s arms, then back up to your own mate.  

“Ah, I see. So that’s how it all started?” he laughs under his breath, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.  

You nod at him with knitted brows, glossy eyes and quivering lips, silently telling him ‘I’m sorry’. You’re afraid that if you use your voice it'll crack as the tears roll down your cheeks. You weren’t one to cry much - taught from a young age to keep your chin up and put on a strong face.  

Instead, you cup his cheek with a shaky hand and pull him back down to you. Staring deeply into his eyes, you brush your lips against his, waiting for him to kiss you – giving him the choice to even forgive you.  

He smiles, unfazed by your actions. He understood you weren’t yourself, and honestly, neither was he. Having such a strong desire to abandon his mate in heat just to get a break brought shame to his chest.  

“I’m sorry too, ma’ muntxa [mate].” His whisper parts your lips. 

You smile, initiating the kiss to let him know that you forgive him, too. You both linger there, savouring the simple, calming touch after such an long, unquenchable ordeal. A loud piercing wail breaks the kiss, snapping both your necks to seek the source.  

  

N/M POV 

Soft, luscious lips crash into yours, kneading the supple flesh of your mouth. Their tongue slips between your teeth, dancing side by side with yours. Hot breaths huff through their nose, only to be inhaled by yours. A fleshy thigh shoves itself between your legs, applying immense pressure to your slit. You can’t help it, your hips move on their own, grinding into the softness of their leg. It feels so good, so right. Until you open your eyes to see the figure looming over you.  

----

Your eyes fly open, already flooding with tears. Paralyzed, you look up at the occurring eclipse, struggling to part your lips to say a word or catch your breath. You’re stuck – frozen in time. Panic stricken, you will yourself to find the strength to wiggle a single toe.  

Unsuccessful, you feel your lungs burn – on fire from their hollowness. Glancing down at the hands that wrap around your waist, you hope to Eywa that they save you from the torturous, menacing pain in your chest. You go to craw at them, but your hand won’t listen to you – your body won’t listen to you. 

Much like yesterday.  

Suddenly, your lips part, allowing you to gasp for air, extinguishing the fire in your lungs. You wheeze between pants, as the tears are now flowing freely down your face. You shoot up, breaking free from the grasp of the hands around your waist as a loud cry of anguish makes its way up your throat and through your mouth. 

Neteyam quickly follows behind you, alarmed by your loud howl. He rests his hands on your shoulders, using them as leverage to turn you towards him. Getting a better look at your tear-stained face, he frantically searches your eyes.  

Ashamed to even look him in the eye, you turn your back to him, burying your face into your hands, hyperventilating, struggling to deepen your breaths. His hands cup your cheeks, tugging at your face to release it from the firm grip of your own hands.  

“What is wrong?!” he panics, eyes now searching the rest of your body, trying to figure out if you were in some sort of pain.  

You shake your head, fighting against his strength as you try to keep your face caged and hidden. Quickly recognizing your panicked state, Neteyam pulls your back against his chest, snaking his hands around your breasts.

“Mawey, Mawey. You’re okay, my love. You’re okay. No need to panic, I’m right here.” He hums, rocking you from side to side.  

It was just a dream, right? You think, starting to calm down from your mate’s comforting touches.  

“That’s right. You’re okay, you’re safe. Calm, my love. Shh-shh-shh.” He shushes you, feeling your thumping heart slow down.  

“N-nete... Nete!” you sob hysterically, realizing it wasn’t all a dream.  

“I’m right here. Tell me, what is the matter, ma’ txe’lan [heart]?” he pulls you closer into his chest, so you can hear his heartbeat. 

“I – I’m sorry ma’ teyam. I’m – I’m really sorry!” you cry between hitched breaths. 

“Ah, my love. Nothing to be sorry about.” He tells you, voice calm and steady.

“I’m so sorry… I’m sorry.” You repeat, salty tears stinging the bite marks on your neck.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m not upset.” He brings you in closer to his chest.

“It’s not! It’s not!” You cry out, lifting your head from your hands.

He takes the opportunity to cup your cheek once more, pulling your face towards his. Looking deeply into your watery eyes, he purses his lips, feeling his eyes water a little too.

“My sweetheart. It’s okay. You weren’t yourself. There’s no need to cry.” He reassures you.

Dropping his gaze down to your pelvises, he sees that it’s safe to pull out of you.

“I’m going to pull out, okay?” He caresses your cheek with his thumb.

Unable to catch your breath, you nod in agreement, leaning into his touch. Shifting his pelvis away from you, his hung cock slides easily out of you. Neteyam huffs a sigh of relief, happy to see nothing but your own slick ooze out of you.

Quickly snapping his gaze back up to yours, he shifts your body towards him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Having a proper look at your body, he feels his own shame and guilt creep into the pit of his stomach. Now feeling your pain through tsaheylu, his chin meets his chest, head hanging from shame.

“I was too rough with you.” he mumbles, upset with himself.

The sudden shift in his demeanor snaps you out of your trance.

Too rough with me? You think, adrenaline still coursing through your veins to notice the pain your body is in.

Hearing your thoughts, he looks at you, brushing his hand over your bites and bruises. His calloused fingers sting your wounds, making you grimace. He pulls his hand away quickly.

“I’m sorry… my love.” He hangs his head once more, shame weighing heavy in his heart.

You cup his cheek now, pulling his face back up to yours.

“Nothing to be sorry about” you repeat his words with a shaky, hoarse voice.

The corners of his and your hips curl upwards, exchanging light hearted smiles with one another. They slowly morph into giggles and soon enough, you're kissing one another under the eclipse.

L/M POV

"Now that's been resolved... where were we?" Lo'ak asks, smiling with you.

He leans back into to share a kiss with you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Face contorting in pain at his touch, your hand flies to your back. It wasn't only your back, though. It was also your neck, your arms, your thighs - everywhere is sore.

"Sorry." He says quickly, now feeling guilt for not realizing how much pain you're in. "It's time to clean you up."

Your shuffle to your feet only to stumble into your mate from the shooting pain in your back. He catches you, lifting you into his arms as he makes his way into the lake nearby.

"Coming, brother?" he asks, passing his brother kissing his mate.

Neteyam waves his hand at him, as if to say 'not now', before cupping it back onto his mates cheek as he kisses her.

"Alrighty then." Lo'ak huffs, submerging himself and you in the water.

You stay cradled in his arms, breathing in his natural scent as he takes his time and washes your most tender area with care. The ripple of the water is so relaxing that you can't help but rest your eyes and lean into your mates' soft touches.

N/M POV

"Coming, brother?" Lo'ak's faint voice is heard in the background of your loud, sloppy kisses.

Neteyam waves away his brother, too caught up in the moment with you. Embracing one another as you share intimate, sweet kisses brings warmth to your heart. You both pull away at the same time, panting for air as you rest your foreheads against one another.

"You have them, too." You say softly, running your palm against the bite marks all over his body.

He grips your wrist, pulling your hand away from his body. He shakes his head quickly, then brings your hand against his chest. "'tis my duty as your mate. Whenever... however, you need me to take care of you, I will do it."

He plants a kiss on your forehead, disconnecting his queue from yours before getting up to retrieve the yalnabark. He seats himself behind you and takes a glob of it on all three fingers.

"This might sting, my love." he whispers, smearing it over each and every bite on your body, massaging it in as gently as he can.

It stung. Bad.

But you grit your teeth and breathe through it, you didn't want to make him feel even worse about himself. Regardless, it's like he saw through your futile tempts to hide your pain, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his thigh, giving it a squeeze before he let go.

"Squeeze me if it hurts." he breathes next to your ear.

"Okay, my Nete." you squeeze his thigh, smiling to yourself.

Oh, how lucky I am to have a man like you.

[pandxrastars]

Twin Flame

Non-Unrequited Love: Special Episode II - DOUBLE POV AHEAD

A crossover between ‘Neteyam’s First Rut’ series, and the ‘Non-Unrequited Love’ trilogy. Read ‘Extinguishable’ and ‘Insatiable’ first, then this [if you want]

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Main Characters:

POV #1: Neteyam Sully (20) x Avatar Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Neteyam’s mate or n/m]

POV #2: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Na’vi Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Lo’ak’s mate or l/m]

Warnings: extreme nsfw, heavy smut, girl x girl, power struggle, double heat cycle, foreplay/oral sex, dom/jealous lo’ak, DOM/jealous Neteyam, knotting, creampie/breeding, profanity, marking/biting kink, nete curses a lot idk why sorry

Word Count: 8k (sorry, i have no excuse)

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I hope I don’t confuse or annoy anyone with this. This is my first time doing a multiple pov. Lowkey might've focused a lot more on Neteyam whoops.

Synopsis: Neteyam decides to help Lo’ak whilst both of their mates are in heat. They leave them to go hunting and restock because their heat lasts longer than expected. They come back to a scene they can’t take their eyes off and have to clean up the mess.

L/M's POV (Lo’ak’s Mate)

“...Thanks to your mate, mine went into heat early. Ask Kiri.” Neteyam pants.

“Kiri? No, bro. You know she’s not going to help me out. Please... bro. Just bring your mate with you.” he begs.

“No, I cannot. She is in heat, are you not hearing? Lo’ak - fuck. She’s finally calming down now... if I bring her around your mate’s pheromones, she’s going to milk me dry.”

Lo’ak watches you stir on top of him, rubbing your face into his chest.

Already? It’s barely been an hour.  

At this point, Lo’ak didn’t care if you decided to pounce on n/m or not, at least he’d get a break. He needed one, bad. He’s been drifting in and out of consciousness, waking up to see you riding him and passing out to you shoving his knot inside you.

“I don’t care bro, let ‘em at each other. I don’t mind. Please.” Lo’ak begs, feeling like he’s about to lose consciousness again. “Please. I think I’m gonna pass out again... just come.”

“Pass out? Again?” Neteyam sounds surprised.

“Bro, you don’t understand. This woman is feral. I don’t even know how many times I’ve knotted her at this point. Please.” Lo’ak pleads desperately with his older brother.

“Baby bro. You... you knotted her? I thought I warned you not to.” Neteyam croaks.

“You think I have any say in what’s going on? This woman is using me like a sex toy. All sensation is just gone for me at this point. You don’t understand.” Lo’ak argues, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Agh. I do underst – you know what. Forget it. Even if I could manage to fly there now, your mate’s pheromones make me sick.” Neteyam strains to get out.

“Not with your mate in heat too. Hers will keep you calm, just come bro.” Lo’ak whispers, hoping you stay asleep.

Lo'ak's voices rouses you, already feeling the sweat work its way out your pores, your body heats up again. You’re tired yourself, fucked raw and ready for it to be over. The frustration you’re feeling is like a lump in your throat, something you just want to scream out of your body.

Despite already having his knot buried deep inside your cunt, you need it again. It’s something about the sensation of it being forced inside your hole that scratched the annoying, little itch. If you could, you would fuck his knot alone.

Little grunts evade your nostrils as your body starts to bear down once more, pushing him out of you for yet another round.

“Hurry... S-she’s pushing me out of her again, hurry... please.” he sobs, tear staining his cheeks.

“Pushing you out of her?” Neteyam laughs, as if it were a joke.

Lo’ak responds with silence, not finding it nearly as funny.

“Alright, alright. I need to go. I’ll let you know if I can come.” Neteyam responds quickly.

----

“Lo’ak?” you grunt lengthily, pushing even harder to pop this huge knot out of you. “Are - are you crying?”

“My love. Please. Please. No more.” Lo’ak whimpers, feeling your walls pinch him again.

“I – I’m sorry.” You cry, tears streaming down your face, too. “I really... I really can’t help it! Ugh – I - I promise.” You sob hysterically, his knot finally popping out of you.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He huffs, letting his head drop back onto the mat. “I have called for my brother, okay?” He rubs your back, knowing you’re suffering more than he is. “He is coming with his mate. They are going to help us.”

“O-okay ma’ Lo’. I – It’s coming back. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You apologize, feeling not only the itch return, but also the immense fiery and empty sensation.

“Shh. Don’t be sorry. Do as you need, sevin [pretty].” He groans, feeling you rut your hips into his.

He squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on something other than the overstimulation he’s feeling. He imagines himself floating in the lake, relaxing each muscle in his body as he allows the ripple of the water to rock him into a deep slumber. He’s eager for Neteyam and his mate’s arrival.

“You know...” his words bounce with your thrusts, “...Neteyam’s mate is in heat, too. Apparently, she is having a hard time, just like you.”

The thought of n/m in heat, just like you, made everything even hotter for some reason. You can vaguely recall her taking care of you when she found you in the woods a few days ago. She was so sweet, so gentle – so soft. Out of everything, you remember her smooth, supple skin the most.

“So - oh! Lo’ak...” you moan, feeling the bump of his tip grind into your sweet spot “H-how is she going to h-help... me?”

“She? Help you?” he chuckles, seeing your memories of n/m through tsaheylu. “Neteyam, you know - my brother? He’s going to help us.”

Lo’ak’s words jumble together, fading out behind the loud thoughts of n/m. You’re unable to recall the words she said to you, but you remember how she soothed you with them. How her innocent touch on your skin felt like ice on a burn. How she wiped you down gently with the cool cloth on your neck, your tender chest... your glossy thighs – it all sent shivers down your spine.

“My mate.” Lo’ak growls. “First you cum to my brother’s name, and now you’re fucking me while thinking about his mate?” he grips your hips, forcing them further down onto his cock.

His deep growl and rough movements snap your attention back to him.

“I – I’m sorry” You whimper quietly, focusing on the swelling of your sweet spot. “Ugh... ‘m gonna cum, Lo’”

“Yeah? Gonna cum to your filthy little thoughts to my brothers’ mate? Desperate little thing.” Lo’ak thrusts even harder into you, driven by his possessive instincts.

“Fuck! Y-yes, Lo’ak... Please!” you beg, unsure of what for.

You feel the bulge at the base of his cock, still huge from last knotting.

“I want... I want –” you mumble, slowing your thrusts into rocks as you try to take it inside of you.

“...my fucking knot? Hmm? Always going on about my fucking knot. Take it.” Lo’ak forces your hips down, making your cunt swallow half of his knot. “Take it!”

He watches as the thickest part of his knot stretches you out, holding your hips in place as he listens to your sweet, high-pitched whimpers.

“Hush up.” he grips your throat with one hand “You wanted this. You begged for this, didn’t you?” he shouts, finally slamming his knot deep into your cunt.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes, I did!” you sob loudly, feeling your body shudder from your orgasm as you collapse onto your mate.

You feel full again. The lump in your throat has finally been cleared, allowing you to take a full, deep breath. It’s replaced by a dry sensation, the kind that has you smacking your tongue against the roof for a bit of saliva.

“L-lo’ak.” You croak, “...I’m thirsty.” You whisper, throat so dry that your voice disappears.

“Alright, princess... They are on their way, just close your eyes.” He whispers back, staring up at the sun’s emergence.

How long has it been?

----

Woken up by a loud thud, Lo’ak sees his brother stroking his beasts’ neck to calm him. Blinking rapidly, he focuses his eyes to see that n/m (neteyam’s mate) is clung tightly onto him under a sheet. The woven basket on Seze (neteyam’s ikran, named after his mother’s) doesn’t look big enough to carry enough food and water for the rest of the day, especially for four people.

“You called for help, brother?” Neteyam grins at his brother, dismounting his ikran carefully.

“Shh! I just got her to sleep.” Lo’ak shushes him, as if you were a new-born baby.

Neteyam purses his lips, raises his brows, and waves his free hand as an apology – understanding the need to keep them asleep for as long as possible.

“Sorry, brother.” Neteyam whispers. “This one is sleeping, too.” He looks down at his mate, who is now cooing and stirring in his chest.

“Bro. Is that little basket really to keep us over for the day? I gave you one job.” Lo’ak whispers.

“Well, sorry. I told you that I was fucking tied up too.” he points to his mate stuck onto him. “It is what I had, be grateful that I even brought it.” Neteyam whispers angrily, unloading his banshee.

Lo’ak rolls his eyes and checks on his mate briefly – still sleeping, thank Eywa. “Fine. We go hunting and leave them together.”

Neteyam shoots him a ‘you-must-be-fucking-kidding-me look’, because...

“You must be fucking kidding me, right?” he hisses under his breath. “This place is full of palulukans [thanators], and these two are in heat, we cannot leave them alone.”

“Bro. They are both sleeping, we will be back before they wake up, trust me. Besides, there are no thanators in this area... they will be safe.” He whispers, concerned for your safety too.

Neteyam grits his teeth, briefly glancing down at his sleeping mate before looking back up at Lo’ak through his knitted brows. He huffs a sigh through his nose, contemplating to take him up on his offer, but the fact remains – both of them are in heat.

“And what about them being in heat?” he tries to keep his voice down.

“What? You worried about them fucking each other? Let them at it. I don’t know about you, but I need a break.” Lo’ak stares at his brother wide eyed, as if he were being serious.

Because he was.

Both brothers know what may happen if you wake up alone with one another. Lo’ak really didn’t mind, he’s so desperate for a proper break that the idea of you two calming each other brings him joy. At first, he was jealous, seeing your lewd thoughts about n/m, but that feeling was quickly replaced with excitement once he started pounding into you.

He knows his brother probably won’t take to the idea as much as him, but he sees on Neteyam’s face how badly he needed a break too.

Neteyam’s body is covered in deep bite marks and scratches. His sleep deprivation is evident in the dark circles under his eyes – he’s obviously not used to his mate having such an intense heat, for so long. Uncertainty plagues his body language, as his hand supports her behind, pressing her tightly against him – like he didn’t want to let her go.

“Agh.” He lets out a throaty growl, biting his bottom lip. “She will wake the second I pull out of her.”

He’s still inside her? Standing up like that? Walking around? Even for the whole banshee ride? Lo’ak looks at his brother in shock.

Lo’ak checks on you once more, remembering that he himself is still inside of you, stuck together by his knot. He knows it’s going to be tricky to pull out of you to embark on the hunting trip. Fortunately, as time passes his knot deflates more and more bringing hope that he can to pull out of you without waking you up.

Neteyam feels it for his brother, seeing his frightening condition. Lo’ak has a few love bites on his body, but he’s enveloped with deep, raw scratches. He really needs some yalanabark. He too, had dark, hollow eyes. He clearly needed the break more than Neteyam.

“You go and hunt. I stay and protect.” Neteyam suggests through gritted teeth.

Absolutely not.

Lo’ak’s face contorts with anger and jealousy, top lip twitching from the mere thought of his brother being the one that you wake up to. He would rather you pounce on n/m over his brother – by all means. 

Lo’ak scoffs quietly. “Are you...” his eyes quickly trail his brother “...tied?”

Neteyam looks at his brother through beady eyes.

“No.” he confesses begrudgingly, knowing what’s coming next.

The thought of his mate possibly seeking relief from his brother instead of him lights a green flame of envy in his chest.

Lo’ak grins, happy to know his brother is feeling the same way. “You go, I stay.”

“Over my dead body.” Neteyam growls.

“Right. Good to know we are on the same page, brother. Let’s go now, so we can make it back before they wake up.”

Neteyam grinds his teeth, coming to the realization that his brother may be right. He glances over at the almost-empty basket resting on the large root; they may have no other choice. Though his possessive and protective urges fight their way to the forefront, Neteyam wills himself to focus on keeping them both fed and watered.

“Why must you make everything so hard?” He huffs reluctantly, making his way over to Lo’ak.

Dropping to his knees, he supports n/m’s head with his hand, lowering her gently onto the woven mat next to his brother. Lo’ak watches him intently, hoping to follow his every move with his own mate. The one thing Lo’ak’s right about is his mates’ pheromones overpowering yours. It’s as if you aren’t even in heat, for Neteyam at least.

“Eyes off my mate.” He rasps, gently resting her head on the mat.

Lo’ak rolls his eyes, focusing back on you.

How am I going to do this? He sits up slowly.

He mirrors his older brother, supporting the back of your head with his hand, keeping you snuzzled closely into his chest as he turns around and lowers you down onto the mat. They both sit back into the dips of their feet, preparing themselves for the whining and whimpering once they pull out of you.

Exchanging a quick glance, they silently wish one another ‘good luck’ before focusing their gaze back onto you both. Neteyam lifts his hips gently, slowly pulling himself out of his mate. She squirms underneath him, face contorting from the sudden emptiness.

Lo’ak follows shortly after, gently popping his deflated knot out of you before sliding out of you completely. The emptiness washes over you immediately, bringing a blazing fire with it. Instinctively, you curl into a ball, rolling onto your side as you clutch your abdomen, huddling against n/m.

Your little mewls and groans are muffled from the soft, supple skin that covers your mouth. A fruity scent wafts up your nose, flooding your lungs entirely. It’s calming – bringing serenity to the fire.

Neteyam and Lo’ak watch you both in utter disbelief. Surprised to witness you snuggle together, intertwining your arms and legs together, relaxing into one another before going right back to sleep. They look at each other, a grin slowly coming across both their faces.

Success. A shared thought between the two brothers.

They move quickly. Neteyam covers you both with the sheeting, kissing his mate’s forehead to wish her a goodbye. Lo’ak crouches over you, planting a kiss on your cheek before hurriedly gathering their bows and arrows, knives, and empty buckets to collect water. Mounting Seze, they embark on their hunting trip a way out from this hidden spot, hoping to the great mother that they don’t encounter any palulukans..

----

“What’s with all the bite marks, bro? N/m didn’t strike me as a biter.” Lo’ak fills the silence on the trip there.

Neteyam scoffs, shaking his head. “’tis how I calm her...” he shrugs, “...without my knot. She bites me, I bite her back.”

“Oh, I see...” Lo’ak looks down at his hands. “...I just give mine the knot.” He mumbles.

Neteyam chuckles loudly, “Alright, daddy Lo’ak. I already warned you about that.”

“Bro.” Lo’ak laughs with his brother. “I’ve learned to knot her without the... rest. Most of the time, at least. You should try it. Maybe you wouldn’t look like a chew toy.”

“Good for you, brother. But uh - that is just not a risk I am willing to take.” Neteyam’s laugh fades out as he takes a breath of fresh air. “Especially now that her heat is not affecting me.”  

“Yeah. It is nice to feel clear headed...” Lo’ak takes a breath, too. “What do you think they’re up to now?” he asks, curious to see if his brother is thinking the same thing.

“Only Eywa knows.” Neteyam lies, knowing himself what’s happening. “Let us make this quick, Lo’ak.”

----

N/M’s POV (Neteyam’s Mate)

The sweet, sweet scent of lionberry and mossy wood rouses you from your sleep.

It’s so hot. I thought this was over with. What smells so good?

Kicking the drenched sheet off your body, you scan your surroundings. It’s some sort of secluded clearing, deep in the jungle next to a lake. The loud burble of a nearby waterfall fills your ears, almost a little too much. Every sense seems to be on edge, tuned up two-fold – too loud, too blurry, too hot. Aridity overwhelms your mouth and throat, making it difficult to even get a word out.

Glancing down at the weight on your chest, you see l/m sleeping soundly, nuzzled into your bosom once again. Your head is thumping, much like you just awoke from a night of eating glow worms [induces a high]. When did you even get here?

My teyam? You look around, seeing your vision split into two to discover that he’s not here.

Before the haze takes over your body, you will yourself to crawl towards the woven basket next to the mat, hoping to find some water. L/m clings onto you, as if you were her mate, dragging along behind you. You’re so dazed and confused as to why you’re even attached to her, the last thing you remember was clinging onto Neteyam.

You bring the cup to your mouth and drink insatiably, gulping down the water noisily. You gasp for air, dipping the cup back into the bucket of water to drink once more. As you were about to bring it to your lips, l/m stirs underneath you, squinting her eyes as she looks up at you.

She looks a lot worse than you. You could practically see the heat in her eyes, they were glossy, unfocused – panicked. Completely and utterly delirious. She’s whimpering quietly, holding onto you even harder, becoming aware of the fire in her chest.

“Shh... you’re okay. It is just me, n/m.” you lift her up slightly, supporting her limp body with yours. “Here. Drink.” you croak, bringing the cup to her lips.

“Mmm –” she moans, lethargically lapping up the water, unable to drink properly on her own.

Oh, yeah. It is her first heat, right? First heat is always the most intense.

“Let me help...” You whisper, tilting her head upwards.

You put the cup to your lips instead, pooling the water in your cheeks. “Mmn.” You grunt, leaning in to engulf her lips with yours, allowing the water trickle into her mouth. You hear her gulp down the water, letting out a huff after every impatient swallow. You pull up, letting her take a breath.

She gasps, just as her eyes fly wide open. It looks as if you just revived her.

“Sorry... I didn’t know how else to make you drink.” You confess, feeling bad for touching in that way her without her permission.

“Thank y-you” she croaks, licking her dry lips. “...n-need more, please” she manages to get out.

Pulling her closer into your bosom you bring the cup to her lips. Only for her to shake her head side to side, and nudge your arm upwards, bringing the cup to your lips instead.

Oh. I guess she still needs my help.

Bringing the cup back to your lips, you take an even bigger swig, filling your cheeks with water. This time, she leans up into you, eagerly taking your lips into hers – sucking the water right out of your mouth. It surprises you, making your heavy-lidded eyes open a little wider.

“Better?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

She shakes her head once more, smoothing her fingers over your cheeks to bring your lips back to hers, as she tries to suck out more water from your mouth.

You pull away and let out a breathy laugh. “It’s done, l/m. I will get mor-”

She pulls you back in, lips crashing into yours, hungry for something else. You feel her heat spread to you through her hot tongue, as she paints the walls of your mouth with it. She’s panting hot breaths into your mouth between sloppy, wet kisses, letting loose tiny, sweet mewls here and there. For a moment you’re hypnotized by her touch, following her eager movements with yours.

Pushing her away gently, you break the kiss and catch your breath. “Wait. W-what are we doing?” you mumble, struggling to clear your head.

“’m itchy. ‘ts really hot... you feel s’ good...” she moans, placing you hand on her pelvis whilst she presses her lips against yours once more.

“’m not your mate, l/m.” you mumble into her mouth, feeling her body press against yours.

Her pheromones grow even more potent and fill your lungs to the brim, making you woozier by the second. Just as you thought you were cooling down, her body warms you back up, throwing you back into the ring of fire of your own heat. Soon enough, you’re kissing her back, exploring her hot mouth with your wet tongue.

Your kisses are eager, erratic – feverish. It feels as if you’re both trying to get something from one another but can’t find it, so you search harder, faster – deeper. Sharing the same breath, your noses rub against one another as your hands explore the heat of each other’s skin. Your bodies moved on their own, against your every command.

Her heat makes yours hotter, more menacing. You can’t help but allow the tension growing in your chest to evade your mouth in loud moans and whines as she intertwines her tongue with yours. Your thumping heart feels like it’s about to burst in your chest, just like the knots forming in your stomach.

You rub your thighs together, giving it your all to keep them closed – to keep them from rubbing against hers instead. Unable to restrain herself, she knocks you onto your back, slithering her way up your body as she mounts your leg. She shoves her leg between yours, having the thickness of your thigh rub against her slit.

There you have it, you’re both rolling around, fighting for dominance – fighting to see who gets to be on top first. The kisses become rougher and more unrelenting as she starts nibbling on your bottom lip, clicking your teeth against one another.

Everything feels hazy, and heavy. Very heavy. Things are moving too quickly, yet so slowly at the same time. You’d knock her onto her back and hump at her leg, and then she would do the same – trying to grind into your leg too. Both of you yearned so desperately for your release that none of you could form a coherent thought to figure out the best way to do this.

Her scent is so strong, so robust, that it clouds your mind and makes everything even foggier. It’s heavenly and addictive – like a drug. Popping off her mouth, you pin her arms down with what strength you have left and bury your face into her neck to sniff her scent some more. Your hips rock against her wettened thigh as it fills your lungs, eager to chase the sensation building deep in your womb.

L/M’s POV (Lo’ak’s Mate)

Her scent is exhilarating, only making the fire in your chest even wilder – more untameable. Her soft, supple skin rubs against yours as she pins you firmly to the ground, rutting her hips into your thigh. Your body briefly submits to her insistent touches, letting her have her way with you for a minute or two.

Until that stupid itch becomes too much to deal with, and you find yourself on top of her, pinning her down. Surely, you, a warrior, are stronger than this feeble healer. You rub out the itch by grinding irrhythmically into her thigh – now hot and raw from the continuous friction.

She’s fighting you, struggling to regain control as she wriggles under your touch. Her hips thrust into nothingness, chasing her release. Out of frustration, the urge to sink your teeth into her shoulder washes over you. You want to tame the prey that wriggles underneath you. You want to cum first.

“Hold still.” You command, pinning her flailing hands down with yours.

N/m continues to thrash under your touch, attempting to roll over again and have her way with you. Through blurred vision, you catch sight of faint bite marks all over her neck and shoulders. Tempted to add to the masterpiece, you lean into her shoulder and inhale the sweet, fruity scent that wafts up your nose.

“Mmm. Haah... ah. I said... Hold still.” You pant little grunts into her collarbone, positioning your slit against her thigh once more.

She doesn’t listen. Her hand breaks free and weaves her fingers through your hair, gripping onto it tightly, giving her best to tug you away from her. Releasing a breathy chuckle, you rub your lips against the velvety, untouched skin on her neck and bite into it – hard enough to hold her down, but gentle enough not to draw blood.

Almost immediately, she submits. Whimpering under your grip and thrusting her hips into the air whilst she takes your insistent thrusts into the fleshiness of her leg. 

You hump harder, feeling her thigh become slippery from your slick, only making it easier to chase your much-needed release. The fire in your chest floods your body, burning straight through your womb as you finally cum, hard. It feels so fucking good, so relieving. Throaty grunts vibrate into her neck as you give her leg two hard, eager thrusts – coating her thigh with your sweet nectar, letting it drip freely.

The more you bite down the more her scent seeps out her neck – the more it drove you crazy. You hold your position for some time, just taking in the fruitiness of her scent. It smells just like your favourite fruit – Yovo Fruit. You unlatch, letting her wriggle underneath you as you follow her scent down to her full bosom.

Burying your face between her breasts, you inhale deeply, fixated on getting even higher on her pheromones. You can already feel the knots wind back up inside your womb – your body’s signal to you that it needs another release, soon. Her hard nipples brush against the tips of your ears as you rub your face into the softness of her skin, licking the sweetness of it as you make your way down to where her scent is most pungent.

Her glistening pussy.

N/M’s POV (Neteyam’s Mate)

Still writhing from the sting of her bite, you feel her pussy pulsate on your ground out thigh, covering it in her essence. She lets up, unlatching from your neck to plunge into the dip of your breasts, rubbing her face against your skin. It all feels so fuzzy, your thoughts muddle together. All because you’re unable to relieve yourself through the release that you’ve been denied.

It's like her body could sense it – that you need to cum soon, or you’re going to lose it. Your hips bucked for you, into absolute nothingness, desperate to find something to rub against. She works her way down your stomach, tracing every dip with her warm tongue before she catches sight of your throbbing clit.

She lingers between your legs for some time, as if she were waiting for some sort of permission to taste you. Giving her permission by spawning your hips, you coat her chin in a glossy film of slick. She engulfs your aching clit with her hot mouth, lapping up the juices that flow out of your quivering hole, finally tasting you for herself.

You gasp suddenly, bowing your back against the mat as she quite literally eats you out, gulping down your slick willingly. She’s so ravenous with her movements, practically using her tongue to fuck you. Of course, your body moves on its own accord, rolling your hips along with her relentless movements, chasing its own release. The knots in your stomach unravel, the itch is getting scratched... the flicker of your fire is dulling.

“Oh f-fuck! ‘m gonna! ‘m gonna fucking cum!” you cry out, fucking her face at an even faster pace.

Finally reaching your peak, you release your sweet, thick nectar directly down her throat, listening to her swallow it noisily. Your body shudders violently as the walls of your pussy spasm and contract feverishly.

“Mmn’... just like the fruit.” She moans into your cunt, moving with each shudder.

You watch her pull up, not even wiping her mouth before crawling back on top of your leg to hump you some more. Except this time, she opens your legs wide enough to accommodate her pelvis between them. She seats her dripping slit right against yours, rubbing your clits together with her thrusts.

Now you were both feeling pleasure – pure fucking bliss.

----

Unbeknownst to you both, Neteyam and Lo’ak have been sitting on the side lines watching the show unfold for quite some time now. They’re both frozen in time, Neteyam holding the fresh game in his hand, whilst Lo’ak holds the bucket of water on his hip – still naked at that.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Neteyam mumbles, unable to peel his eyes away from the sight of l/m devouring you.

“Nah. Not yet.” Lo’ak says through a smile, holding his brother back by a hand on his chest.

“Why not?” Neteyam snaps, watching you cum from her lewd touches.

Lo’ak peels his eyes away, now staring down his brother. “You want to get in between that? I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite recovered yet. Especially after that palulukan.” Lo’ak hisses under his breath, kneading his stiff neck. “I’m good with standing guard.”

Neteyam shoots him a side eye, grinding his teeth against one another, hard enough to crack a tooth. “Are you... into this?”

“I might be.” Lo’ak confesses, fixating his gaze on his mate dominating you. “Are you -”

“No.” Neteyam spits, quickly cutting off Lo’ak’s ludicrous question. He wasn’t a man that liked to share too much of what was his.

“It’s time to break them up.” he states vehemently, seeing l/m grind her pelvis into yours.

“Alright. Agreed.” He admits through gritted teeth, getting a little jealous from his mate enjoying it a bit too much.

“Girls. We’re back!” he shouts, just for you both to ignore his calls. “Girls!”

“They will not hear you, Lo’ak.” Neteyam shoves Lo’ak out the way, stepping towards you both. “...fucking skxwang” he mutters under his breath.

Neteyam comes behind you, crouching over you, elbows resting on his knees.

“Enough.” He growls deeply into your ear, snapping you out of your haze.

That didn’t stop l/m, though. She continued to thrust into your clit with hers, eagerly chasing her second orgasm.

“Mate.” Lo’ak growls, stepping in to yank his mate off you.

Her grasp is so tight that she pulls you along with her. Neteyam grips you by the shoulders, pulling you towards him. For some time, it’s a tug of war between two brothers. Suddenly, you separate, causing the brothers to land on their backs, knocking the wind out them.

----

L/M’s POV (Lo’ak’s Mate) [from the beginning]

Just as you’re about to cum, you’re tugged off your prey – landing harshly on your back. Immediately you roll over, squinting your eyes to focus through blurred vision who is the culprit of such a crime. It’s no other than your mate, right? You couldn’t see all that great, nor hear all that well – clearly. You had few senses left to rely on – touch, taste, and smell.

You creep towards the figure, taking lengthy breaths to track down the scent of rain and leather hide to the source. Crawling up its legs, you finally locate the source of his pheromones – his cock. The only senses left to confirm that this was indeed your mate was touch and taste.

You begin by touching his rock-hard cock, stroking it a few times before taking its swollen tip between your lips. It throbs in your mouth, oozing bead after bead of precum. You swallow it vehemently as it pools in your cheeks. You lift your head, and start crawling on top of the blurry figure, nestling your face into its neck – confirming once more that it’s your mate.

“Muntxa [mate]” you moan, completely submerged in your heat.

“Yes. It is me. Lo’ak.” He hums lowly, brushing his fingertips up the length of your back. “Mawey, my love.”

You cling onto him for some time, steadying your heartbeat and breathing.

“Please... make it stop.” You sob quietly, feeling overwhelmed by your heat.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He purrs, connecting your queue to his.

Instantly, your heat transfers to him. He feels the immense, raw frustration in your chest, bubbling over into the rest of your body. The desire to scratch an itch that can’t be reached – to put out a menacing fire that can’t be extinguished.

Do you feel it? You think, resting your forehead on his.

“Oh... my princess. I am so sorry” Lo’ak’s eyebrows pinch together, empathizing with you. “Come...” he slides his hands around your hips and pulls them towards his, rubbing your slit against his length.

“Let me help you.” he whispers, watching his cock disappear inch by inch inside of your cunt.

You collapse into your mate, feeling weary from the three-day torturous haze, letting him pump in and out of you. Voice hoarse from the dryness of your throat, you let loose silent screams as his tip prods repeatedly into your sweet spot.

“Lo’ak...Lo’ak” your voice cracks, “Lo’ak!” you cry out, begging for something you weren’t even sure of.

“Yes, my sweet girl. Keep saying my name.” He groans, dipping his head back from the intense pleasure.

“Lo’...Lo’ak! Lo’ak! Cumming... cumming!” you release a lengthy, needy moan, throwing your hips around in circles on his cock.

“There you go, baby. Fuck. You want this knot? Hmm? Don’t you, little one?” he grunts, manhandling your hips to force them down onto his big, veiny bulge.

“Yes...yes!” your breath hitches as his thrusts become shorter and deeper.

The tense muscles in your stomach relax, just as his knot pops inside you – releasing his warm cum directly into your womb, painting its walls with a thick coat of his seed. Your pussy pulsates feverishly on him, clamping around his cock as it squeezes every single drop out of him. You both relax into each other, panting heavily as you desperately try to take a full breath.

Lo’ak caresses the length of your back, allowing himself to finally unwind – turning his heavy head to the side. He’s met with the sight of Neteyam completely dominating his mate, driven purely by his territorial and possessive urges. He withholds his knot from his mate as a form of punishment, despite her sobbing and begging for it as she writhes underneath his firm grip.

“Just give her the fucking knot, bro.” he laughs before looking back down at you, to see you cooing in his chest – swollen eyes shut tightly.

N/M’s POV (Neteyam’s Mate) [from the beginning]

Neteyam breaks your fall, catching you in his arms as you spring back. Also blinded by your heat, you rely on taste and smell to confirm that the figure beneath you is indeed your mate. You rub your face against his chest, inhaling his familiar musky scent, tracking it down to the area in which it is strongest – his groin.

“My Nete.” you grin, looking up at him through drunk eyes. “It is you.”

He looks down at you, not even sure what to say. He’s never seen you like this before, so intense – so hungry. He can’t even bring himself to be upset with you, because you’re clearly not yourself. All he can do is watch you in awe as you sniff his stiff cock, rubbing it all over your face.

Licking his member from base to tip, you part your lips, breaking the strings of saliva that connect them together when you take him into your mouth. The drool dripping down your chin provides enough lubrication for his entire length to slide easily down your throat. Tears flow freely down your cheeks as he bottoms out in your mouth. You hold your position and clench the back of your throat around his tip – devouring your mate.

You look up at him through watery eyes, to see your mate with his chin to his chest, brows pinched together, and eyes shut tight. You know he’s feeling good – that he’s struggling not to cum just from the warmth of your tongue. You wanted it. You wanted to feel his warm cum flood your cheeks and drip down your throat. You bob your head up and down, sucking his cock as if you were trying to drink directly from it.

You want your fill, and you want it now.

Neteyam could see it in your inebriated stare, you were begging for it with your glossy, half lidded eyes. He watches your mouth stretch to accommodate his size, as your pretty little face rides his veiny cock. The sight sends him over the edge, making him rut into you, fisting the hair at the back of your head so he could fuck your face properly.

“You want my cum, don’t you?” he groans, finally finding the words to say.

Throaty grunts vibrate against his cock when you try to tell him yes – when you try to beg him for it.

“I know you fucking do. Always begging for my fucking cum when you’re in heat.” He looks back down at you with lidded eyes, replaying todays events in his head.

“Ready for it, you little fucking slut? Fucking l/m’s face like I’m fucking your face now? Hmm?” he growls, harshly squeezing your cheeks together for more friction.

You feel his cock heat up in your mouth, twitching from excitement as he’s about to reach his peak. He holds your head down firmly, your nose touching his lower stomach, cumming straight down your throat.

“Take it. Take it all.” He growls, peering down at you like you deserved to be choked out.

You gulp as quickly as you can, feeling his cum slosh around in your stomach from the movement of your hips bucking against his leg.

“Humping my leg? Just like you did with l/m?” he shoves your head further down, your mouth touching the beginning of his growing bulge.

You start gagging on his cock, desperate for a breath of air. Muffled cries and a hard slap on his thigh cause him to let up, permitting you to breathe. You gasp loudly, panting quickly to fill your lungs as saliva runs down your neck.

You glance over at l/m, getting stuffed to the brim with Lo’ak’s knot. You want that, too.

“Eyes on me.” He whispers, pulling you by the jaw to face him.

Through pinched brows, you stare up at him, begging him with your eyes to make you cum... to knot you too. He smiles, knowing exactly what you want. He shakes his head slightly, silently denying you the pleasure of his throbbing knot. You had no choice but to take it from him, in the only way you knew how. You had to awaken the beast within him. Climbing on top of him, you brush your lips against his ear.

“Did you like the show... earlier?” you pant quietly, “my favourite part was when she made me cum in her pretty, little mouth” you lick his ear, “what was yours?”

You pull back, looking up at him innocently, to be met with his glowering gaze, his chest shuddering from his heavy breathes. Bringing out this part of him always frightened you a bit, to see him go from your sweet Nete to an absolute beast.

But you see the resistance in his face, as he is gritting his teeth, hard. He is fighting it, struggling not to take the bait – he knew you were not yourself. But the more you teased, the more he slips under his possessive urges – his urges to tame you.

To obliterate you.

Slowly crawling away from your mate on all fours, you position yourself for him – face down flush on the flora looking at him from behind, your tail high in the air swaying erratically from side to side. Spreading your legs as wide as they can go, you wait patiently for him to pounce on you… for him to subdue you.

Neteyam swallows thickly at the sight of his mate bent over, begging to be fucked. He knows that is what you want. Like magnet to metal, his pelvis is drawn to yours. He looks down at the sight of your glistening, plump pussy lips peeking at him between your thighs, pleading for some attention. He can’t help but give it a smack, making your clit sting before he mounts you from behind.

Much like he’s taming a new ikran, he grabs for his queue and makes tsaheylu with you instantly. Now under the trance of your extreme heat, he can no longer resist his animalistic urges to turn you into his fuck toy.  

“You clearly need me to fuck the sense back into you, little needy thing. Only my fucking cock...” he lines his cockhead up with your aching hole, “...can satisfy you and that little itch of yours.” he rams his entire length into you in one, hard thrust.

He sets a merciless rhythm, right off the bat. Giving you the pounding of your life, he pins you down into place, preventing you from running away from the sheer force of his thrusts. Soon, his lengthy thrusts become shorter, and deeper as he feels you nearing your orgasm through tsaheylu.

“F-fuck, Nete. I’m - I’m so fucking close!” you squeal, feeling him hammer right into the spongey part of your cunt.

Gripping your jaw, he pulls you upwards, bowing your back so your head touches his chest. You flash images of l/m having her way with you – marking you.

That sends him over the edge, leaning in to pant hot breaths right over the same mark she left on your neck, tempted to reopen the wound.

“Do it.” you mumble, arching your back even more, pushing your neck against his mouth.

He brushes his fangs against it, his breaths becoming loud and raggedy. You imagine her sinking her teeth into once more.

“Fucking do it!” you demand.

Just like that, he reopens the wound, sinking his teeth into you once more, reclaiming you as his. He unlatches quickly, licking the wound as the fire in his chest burns hotter. He slides his other hand down to your hip, using it as leverage to shove his entire cock even deeper inside you. He holds his position, sensing that you’re about to cum on his cock - denying you the pleasure.

He pushes his knot against your hole, teasing you with it. “You feel that? You’re not getting it.” he growls.  

“Wait – Please, Nete. I – I want it! Please! I’m sorry…” you beg him, backing yourself up on to him. “I – I need it.” you start to cry, rocking your hips so you can finally cum.

“Just give her the fucking knot, bro.” Lo’ak laughs, overhearing your sweet little pleas.

“You want it that bad? Then fucking beg for it.” he growls directly into your ear.

“Please! Please! Please! Please!” you chant, pushing back as hard as you can onto it, desperate for your release and relief. “Please! I’ll do anything you want!”

Neteyam shoves you on the ground and grips your hips, sinking his nails into your skin. He holds you down firmly onto his knot, slowly sliding it inside of you, watching as it stretches your cunt to unfathomable lengths.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You scream, finally cumming from the sensation of his knot filling you up, his tip drilling through your cervix right into your womb, finally ridding you of the itchiness and emptiness.

He crouches over you, resting his forehead onto the nape of your neck as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Listen to me. Do not move. Or I am going to cum.” He growls, desperately withholding himself from emptying inside of you.

He feels your pussy walls clench around his throbbing cock, begging for its essence. He knew that this is what your body has been asking for – begging for, for the past three days.

“Just. Stay here. And take my fucking knot like a good girl, okay? Fuck.” He curses.

Flinging his head back from the pleasure of your walls fluttering around his twitching cock, he tries to think of something – anything to prevent himself from cumming inside of you.

“You’re clenching, y/n. Don’t - Ngh... Stop squeezing me!” He shouts, pinning your head down to stop you from writhing underneath him.

“F-fuck. I can’t help it...ngh - I - I feel you twitching, Nete. Just - fucking fill, me up... wanna be p-pregnant...” You hiccup, too fucked out to know what you’re saying

“Quiet.” he grits his teeth. “That is just your heat talking.” He dips his head back once more, calming himself down.

He looks down to see your limp body passed out underneath him, being held in the air by just his knot. Once he catches his breath, he lowers you both onto your sides to wait out the time. He glances over at Lo’ak to see his mate sleeping in his arms, too.

“Shit. How are we going to eat and drink?” Neteyam asks his brother, now that they’re both tied down. “I should have never listened to you.”

Lo’ak can’t help but laugh at this entire situation. He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, delirious himself. “I have no idea, bro. But hey, you did it.”

“Listen to me. We never speak of this again, understand? More importantly, do not step foot near me and my mate a month from now.” Neteyam briefly glances at l/m. “That’s even if she gets her heat a month from now.”

“Ah, bro. No need to worry about me. Eyes on your own mate.” Lo’ak scoffs, laying his head back down to close his eyes, overjoyed that it’s finally over.

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Insatiable

Neteyam's First Rut: Special Episode I

This takes place between ‘The Heat Within’ & ‘A Synchronous Fever’ in the ‘Neteyam’s First Rut’ series.

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Main Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Avatar Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Neteyam’s mate or n/m]

Supporting Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Na’vi Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Lo’aks mate or l/m]

Warnings: extreme nsfw, heavy smut, heat cycle, dom Neteyam, lil bit of fluff, profanity, usage of ‘slut’, marking

Word Count: 6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: This is Neteyam x Reader’s POV of ‘Inextinguishable’. Enjoy <3

“Oh shit.” You gasp, grabbing Neteyam by the arm. “Neteyam... isn’t that Lo’ak’s mate?” you point, unable to look away from the curled-up figure on the ground.

Neteyam quickly turns around, hearing the fear in your voice.

“What? Where?” he scans the forest in a hurry, finally seeing her lifeless body on the soft flora. “Shit. It is.”

The strong scent of lionberry and mossy wood wafts past you both. For you, the scent is almost calming, if you could wear it like a perfume, you would. But it clearly had a different effect on Neteyam, as you watch your mate rush over to her, scooping her up in his arms and carry her back to his banshee. For a minute you feel something new, something Neteyam has never made you feel before – jealous. 

It was silly; she was clearly not herself. But you had only seen Neteyam act like that for you, act so protective. Granted, it’s what you would have told him to do had he not done it himself. Shrugging it off, you climb up on his ikran, seating yourself behind her, supporting her limp body with yours.

“She is in heat, isn’t she Nete?” you ask him, smelling her scent grow stronger.

“Definitely.” He states through gritted teeth.

It even sounds like he’s restraining himself in some way. As if he’s trying not to pounce on her right here, right now. Your heart feels like it’s caving in, being crushed under the pressure of the weight of his single word, ‘definitely’. You look down, to see her flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat dripping down her chest... the arousal of her body.

You can’t deny it, her scent is enticing – addictive, even. Her wet hair plasters itself against your chest as she leans back into you, snuggling into your bosom. Watching her rub her face into your breast makes your heart thump, hard. Surprised by your own body’s reaction to her carnal state, you look at Neteyam, wondering if he feels the same way.

He must feel the same, right? If not... worse.

Slipping under the trance of her heat, your breath becomes raggedly, and loud. You were practically panting, feeling her feverish body warm yours up, too. It’s all too overwhelming – the warmth of her body, the sweat coating your chest in a layer of sheen, her erotic expression... the little, sweet noises escaping her flushed lips – her scent.

It makes you... tense. To the point where even Neteyam notices.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asks, holding his breath.

The choked-up voice brings you back to reality in an instant. You see his hand reach behind him, searching for your thigh, almost brushing against hers instead. Moving your hand from her waist, you grab his hand and rest it on your clammy thigh.

“Yes. Just... hurry.” You pant lightly. “She - she doesn’t look too great.”

She really didn’t, but the truth is that you’re not feeling all that great either.

“I know. I know. We are almost there.” He reassures you, squeezing your thigh before letting go.

----

Neteyam carries her quickly to the tent, placing her gently on the woven mat. You both look down at her body, glistening from sweat, as she shakes her head from side to side. Her little whimpers are turning into lengthy groans the more time passes. Neteyam is visibly uncomfortable, shielding his nose with his forearm and backing up to the door.

“What is it? Are her pheromones too much for you? Too arousing?” you spit, letting the jealousy overcome you.

He grits his teeth and tightens his brows. “What? Y/n. No.” he snaps at you. “...they are making me sick.” He confesses, backing up even more. “I cannot stay here. I am going to call for Lo’ak.”

As bad as it sounds, you feel better knowing that he feels sick rather than hot and bothered by your sister-in-law.

“Sorry. I – I think she is affecting me, too.” You babble, feeling lightheaded.

“Sorry, ma’ yawne [beloved]. I must go.” He grimaces, walking swiftly out the door.

Left alone with her, you scan her body thoroughly. She’s drenched in sweat, yet shivering violently as if she were cold. Sympathizing with her, you sweep back the stands hair stuck to her forehead and wipe her down with a wet cloth.

Is this what I look like when I’m in heat, too?

You know the cloth is useless and that only Lo’ak could provide any sort of relief for her, but it’s all you could do for her. She’s practically writhing in pain, mumbling under her breath, yearning for her mate. You know the feeling all too well, you could really empathize with her. It feels as if you’re going through it too, just by watching her curl into a foetal position.

It must be burning... there, now. You pity her, staring at her clutching her womb.

Feeling woozy, you mirror her movements, wrapping your hand around your abdomen, too.

“I know what you are feeling. It is not nice. But do not fret...” you ring out the cloth, “...Neteyam has called for your mate.” You whisper, wiping down the back of her neck. “He will fix you right up... okay?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Mmm... mhm.” She moans between pants, leaning into your touches as she backs herself up onto you.

You let out a breathy chuckle, smiling down at her. “Not me, silly. I can’t do much for you. So, sorry about that...” you glance at her tail, coiling around your leg. “Hang in there... Lo’ak is almost here, I am sure of it.” You pat her thigh before dipping the cloth back into the water.  

----

“Lo’ak. Where are you? Why did you leave her alone?” Neteyam shouts, holding the button on his throat microphone.

“What? What do you mean? I was with her an hour ago, bro.” Lo’ak shouts back.

Neteyam doesn’t answer, as he breathes through a wave of nausea, swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth.

“Bro?” Lo’ak repeats.

“Come quick. She doesn’t look good.” Neteyam states quickly. “She is with my mate... I had to leave the room. Her pheromones are making me nauseous.” he takes a deep breath, hearing nothing but silence.

“Lo’ak.” Neteyam spits.

“Just. Shut up. I’m almost there.” Lo’ak growls.

Just as he said – Lo’ak lands with a loud thump.

Neteyam watches his brother dismount his ikran, embodying that of a very pissed off thanator. He braces for impact, feeling too queasy to properly defend himself from his brother’s uncontrollable temper.

“Lo’ak. Calm, brother.” Neteyam snaps, staggering from the wooziness.

Fortunately for Neteyam, the faint moan of his mate pierces the air, causing the thanator to lock onto a new target. Lo’ak pushes past Neteyam, shoving him out the way. Neteyam sits down and puts his head between his legs, hoping it’ll ease up the light-headedness.

----

Lo’ak opens the door, making you jump in your skin. You watch as he’s overpowered by his mate’s pheromones, covering his face with his hand as he makes his way into the room. He rushes over and kneels before his mate, who’s now under a sheeting, drenched with her sweat. He lifts his head briefly to give you a quick nod – as if to say, thank you. You shoot him a smile, before getting up to leave the tent to join your mate.

“Ma’ teyam?” you call for him, not seeing him in your direct line of sight.

“Down here.” He mutters, head still between his legs.

You gasp from hearing his voice, still on edge from l/m's heat. Looking at your feet, you see Neteyam sitting down on a branch next to the tent.

 “Oh, my baby. Is it that bad?” you ask, feeling sorry for him.

“Mmmn. Feel like ‘m gonna be sick.” He pants, drooling from the excess saliva flooding his mouth.

The sight is like stones in your heart.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay. I am here now, Nete.” You hum as you seat yourself next to him and rub circles into his back. “Take a deep breath with me.” You breathe with him, holding his braids out the way.

It seems to be a thing where you care for others, today.

Not that you minded it, you were a healer in training anyways. But you couldn’t deny your own uneasiness. Your own wooziness.

The scent of lionberry and mossy wood completely inundates you and Neteyam as Lo’ak walks past with his mate in his arms. Before you know it, Neteyam is dry heaving, trying his best not to throw up.

“Okay, okay. We gotta’ go.” you insist, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Up we go, Nete.” You grunt, struggling to stand up with this dead weight on your shoulder.

Although you didn’t have the strongest frame, your legs feel significantly weaker. You put it off to this entire ordeal. Snaking your hand around his waist, you pull him up with you, supporting him as you walk towards your shared tent. He really wasn’t carrying much of his weight, or at least that’s how it felt.

“Walk with me, ma’ teyam.” You huff, feeling his braids swing against your face as he makes feeble tempts to walk to the tent. “Almost there. Just a few more steps.”

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as another wave of nausea washes over him, stopping him in his tracks. You hold your position, supporting him on your wobbly legs whilst he catches his breath.

“Sorry, y/n.” he groans between raggedy breaths.

“For what? Being sick?” you laugh, “Don’t be.”

“No. For earlier... I hurt your feelings, didn’t I?” he looks up at you through his knitted brows, with big glossy eyes.

His eyes always made you fold in two, and he knew it. You brush it off, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly.

“Psh. Nah. I have no idea what you are talking about.” You smile, nudging him towards your shared hammock.

“I am serious, I can tell. You are my mate, after all.” He huffs, walking through the doors of your tent.

“Shh. It’s fine, my love.” You mutter, lowering him on the floor. “Who knew a little pheromone would make a big man like you crumble.” You giggle, lightening the mood.

Neteyam pulls you towards him, causing you to fall into his warm chest. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, snuzzling into you as he takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Yours do.” He hums, rubbing his face against your supple skin. “I crumble monthly... for you.” he glances up at you before moving up to your collarbone.

Maybe it was the jealousy you felt earlier, or perhaps it was Lo’ak’s mates overpowering scent, but Neteyam’s innocent touches are sending shivers down your spine. It feels so good – so right. You can’t help but melt into him, rubbing your cheek against his braids, also inhaling his natural scent.

“Thank you, my beloved.” He smiles into your collarbone, sliding his hands up your waist.

“For?” you moan, feeling dizzy.

“Your pheromones. They are making me feel better.” He mumbles into your chest, feeling an immense amount of relief.

The woozy feeling is too intense to ignore anymore. It’s starting to affect your hearing, making Neteyam’s voice into a low echo.

“Hmm?” you hum, not quite understanding what he’s babbling on about.

“When did you learn how to control your pheromones?” He asks, kissing the fleshiness of your breasts.

“I – I don’t know what you are saying.” You moan softly, pushing your chest against him. “I mean... what you’re talking about.” You swallow your spit, struggling with your words. “Nete. I don’t feel so well.” you confess, now seeing two of him kissing your chest.

He looks up at you, seeing your dazed expression. His eyes bulge at the sight, knowing he’s seen this look on your face before – like two weeks ago to be exact.

“Can her heat make me sick, too?” you whisper, although it comes out more as a soft whimper.

“My love... did you not get your heat this month already?” he questions you, already knowing the answer.

“Mmmn, were you not there my nete?” you moan softly, mounting your mate.

He watches as you crawl on top on him, sitting on his pelvis as you wiggle around to find a more comfortable position. Using the back of his hand, he feels your forehead. Sure enough, you're burning up.

“You feel hot, like you have a fever.” He whispers, dropping his hand back down to your waist.

“Mhm... mhm. Feels that way. Think I’m sick, like you.” you hum, your head collapsing into his neck.

“I do not think so, sweetheart.” He chuckles huskily, sliding his hands up to your breasts and kneading them gently.

“I think you are in heat, my little one.”

Pulling back, you look down at him with heavy eyes. “W-what?” you breathe.

“Mhm.” He hums, bucking his hips into you suddenly. “I can smell it.” He looks down at your pelvises rubbing against one another – sticky from your slick.

“I can feel it.” He growls, snapping his gaze back up to yours.

For a moment, you think about how Lo’ak's mate must be feeling. Is it like how you feel now? Or is more intense? You think back to the banshee ride to hometree, about how her hot body nuzzled into yours, heating you up too... how her little mewls and moans filled your ears – how her scent put you on edge.

“Did you like her scent?” you ask breathlessly, trying to recall how it smelled.

Neteyam looks up at you dumbfounded, to be met with your intoxicated expression.

“Yep. You are definitely in heat if you are asking such a question.” He laughs at the fact that you’ve already forgotten what the last hour has been like for him.

Trailing your body with his eyes, he takes in the sight of your sweaty skin, your stiff nipples poking through your top... your flushed cheeks – your lustful facial expression. It dawns on him that you’re reminiscing about Lo’ak’s mate in heat. Now he’s the one who’s jealous.

What better a thing to cause him to succumb his territorial urges?

“Why? Did you?” he breathes, bucking his hips once more – even harder.

You bite your tongue, afraid to admit your true feelings to your mate. That, yes, you were aroused by another woman’s pheromones. They excited you, just like they put you in heat.

“Hmm?” Neteyam lets out a throaty growl, sliding his hands to your hips to squeeze them harshly. “Did you?!” he thrusts into you, making your tender breasts bounce.

“Ugh! F-fuck...maybe.” you confess through strained whimpers, grinding into the hard imprint under his loincloth.

This riles Neteyam up. The thought of you being all hot and bothered by another person, another woman, in heat at that... makes him – horny.

He didn’t quite understand it, he was confused, even. Just a second ago he was jealous, and ready to fuck the sense back into you. But now? The mere thought of the flesh between your legs dampening due to her scent... drives him feral.

“Yeah? And now I have to clean up this mess...” he growls, shoving his hand between your slick covered legs. “...such a fucking slut.” He mumbles, pushing your loincloth to the side and ramming two digits deep inside your slippery cunt.

Under the trance of your heat, Neteyam surrenders to his animalistic urges, ripping the flimsy cloth that covers your breast off your chest with his free hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth in a hurry, nipping at it with his teeth. You yelp out, feeling pleasure from his rough fingering and from the pain in your breast, causing him to pop off your nipple.

“T-take this off me, Nete.” You moan, tugging at the band of your loincloth as you grind even harder into his fingers.

“I want you to beg for it. Beg for me” he demands, hooking his fingers right into your sweet spot.

“Oh! Oh Neteyam!” you cry out, feeling your eyes well up with tears from how good his fingers feel. “Please... I want you inside me!”

“Fuck. Why am I even stretching you?” he hisses, yanking his fingers out of your cunt. “You don’t even fucking need it.”

He raises his hand in front of his face, pulling apart his fingers to reveal thick strings of slick connecting them together. Hurriedly taking his fingers into his mouth, he sucks your sweet, sweet slick clean off his digits, swallowing it hungrily.

Without wasting another second, he rips your loincloth into two, completely deeming it unwearable. He throws the torn, raggedy cloth to the side, gripping you by your hips and forcibly rubbing your hot slit against his loincloth.

His eager movements make you whine loudly, as you make poor attempts to take his covered cock inside of you – desperate for your release. The itchiness inside your womb is unbearable and too deep for just his fingers to scratch. You just want to ram his entire length inside you and grind your hips into his pelvis to satiate the itch.

“Good Eywa. Look at you...” he grunts, “... trying to fuck me through my loincloth.” He lets loose a breathy laugh, watching you actually get the tip in.

“Please... it’s so itchy. Neteyam! I need it. ‘ts burning... Please. P-please!” you beg loudly, shoving your hips down onto him.

“Always talking about your itch, huh? Always so needy...” he hums, ripping his own into two before throwing it into the pile of torn up rubbish.

His cock springs up, slapping against your cunt, making you jolt from the sudden raw touch.

“I – I, oh! Nete. Ugh... just... ngh! do it...” you sob needily, feeling the heat of your body take over.

It feels like your head is spinning, as the room moves rapidly around you, burring your vision completely. Your raggedy breaths turn into heavy pants, silently begging your mate to hurry. You can’t see properly, much less form a rational thought, or say a proper sentence.

“I said...” he digs his nails into your hips, “... I want to hear you beg for me, little one.” He growls, sliding your hips up and down against his shaft, coating it with your thick slick.

The stiffness of his cock rubbing against your clit is like pure bliss, like you could cum from just this. You’re so focused on the feeling that you can’t even hear the echo of his voice anymore. Picking up the pace with your hips, you rock back and forth, rubbing your hot, sticky clit against his member.

“Beg!” he shouts, bringing you back to reality.

“Fuck! Please!” you sob, tears now streaming down your face. “...please, baby. I’m losing it. I need you.” you quiet down into whimper.

Feeling sorry for you, he squeezes your hips and lifts you high enough for him to position his cockhead right at the entrance of your hole. He lingers there, taking a second to look into your watery, drunk eyes.

“Mawey, my good girl. I’m going to sort you out, now.” he moans, shoving your hips down onto his cock, watching his entire length disappear into your tight, wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” you scream, finally scratching the itch with his cock, rolling your hips around in circles.

“I know. I know, baby.” He hums, allowing you to use him however you see fit.

Neteyam knows exactly how to deal with you - how to calm you, even without his knot, although that’s what you need the most. He’d withhold it from you, until you were a sobbing mess on your knees begging for it.

It usually meant your heat would be longer – more drawn out, but that’s okay because you had your mate with you. He has the stamina to keep up with you, unlike Lo’ak. He worried for his brother and tried to give him a few lessons some time ago in preparation for his mate’s heat, but he didn’t seem very interested.

‘The main thing is to start slow, or you’ll burn up with her.’ His own voice echoes in his head.

He sets a lazy rhythm, pushing his cock as deep as it can go inside you, before pulling out half way and stuffing you all over again. His languid thrusts were enough to keep the emptiness at bay, and deep enough to scratch that maddening itch.

Barely enough.

Your heat’s been induced by another na’vi’s pheromones, jumping starting it a week earlier to sync with hers. It just so happens that this is her first heat – the most intense, hottest heat. It feels like you’re first heat, all over again. The infernal blaze that flickers deep in your chest grows bigger, menacing – insatiable.

“Mmnh! No... ‘tis not enough! Deeper, deeper!” you beg.

You lift your legs to squat on his pelvis, hoping the position will open you up more so that you can drill his hot cock deeper inside of you. Neteyam watches you in shock – brows raised, eyes bulging out his head, lips slightly parted.

You’re panting heavily, grabbing onto his face to pull him into yours as your rest your forehead on his. You search his eyes as you struggle to ram his cock deeper inside, thanks to your shaky legs.

He's astounded by your lewd, insistent body language. He’d only see you act this way so early in your heat when it was your first – when you used him like your own personal fuck toy. You needed leverage, something to hold onto so you could shove more of him inside you.

Wrapping your dainty fingers around his throat, you hold on tightly while you slam your hips into his. The sound of skin smacking against skin and the squelching noises of your cunt permeate the air.

They become louder than your moans, which are toning down into little whimpers as you near your first climax of the day. Your noses brush against one another whilst you pant tiny, sweet mewls into each other’s mouths.

You start to babble, not aware of what you’re saying.

“I love... *slam* this *slam* cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Your whisper, your eyes pooling with tears.

“Shit, y/n. Why is your heat so intense?” he lets out a choked whisper, searching your eyes for some trace of you left. "Who knew a little pheromone could make a girl like you crumble?" he laughs.

“I – I don’t know. Just. Shut up. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” You chant, tears now rolling down your cheeks.

“Woman. You need to slow down. I am going to cum in you... shit.” he breathes into your mouth, pulling back his pelvis slightly.

“Stop. Don't move Nete. I'm almost there.” You chase his pelvis with yours. “More... more, please, more.” You beg quietly, so, so close to cumming.

“Shh... shh, ease up, y/n.” he pleads with you, pushing away your hips.

“Don’t... ngh. Don’t push me away, I’m almost there, teyam!” your soft moans become louder.

“F-fuck. Me too. Ugh - good eywa, you need to... ngh... fucking slow down.” Neteyam whimpers underneath you, dipping his head back as he tries to resist filling you up already.

“...and you need to shove more of this cock inside me!” you cry out, feeling the swell of your sweet spot.

Frustrated with your demanding, whiney behaviour, he decides to put you in your place. You feel his hand snake up your back, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pull you backwards, ripping your hands off his throat.

“Stop – fuck. Stop talking like that!” he raises his voice, on the verge of releasing his essence inside you.

His firm grip has you even more aroused – your body submitting even more to his rough touches. “Just like that! Oh, Eywa. Mark me, already!” you shout, flinging your head back to make space for his teeth.

“Yeah? That’s what you fucking want? Fuck.” he shouts, “Such a needy little thing you are.” He pounces on you, knocking the wind out of you as your back hits the floor.

Grabbing you by your leg, he swings it over to the other side, flipping you on your stomach – cock still deep inside you.

“You wanna be fucked? Hmm? You want my big fucking cock? Yes?” he growls, pinning your head to the ground whilst he shoves his cock even deeper inside you, piercing your bruised cervix with his tip.

“Ohh! Oh f-fuck! Yes Neteyam!” You sob loudly, finally being tamed by his touch. “Mark me... please!” you squeal, backing yourself onto him.

“Quiet.” He growls, giving you a hard thrust.

He crouches over you, panting hot breaths onto your neck, tempted to actually sink his teeth into you.

“One more whiney noise out this filthy mouth of yours and see what fucking happens.” He moves his hand from your head to your face, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

“Make me fucking cum!” You squeal, biting his fingers and spreading your legs even wider, feeling the knots in your muscles unwind.

“Sst!” he hisses, yanking his fingers out your mouth. “Fuck. You earned this, you little slut.”

He holds your hands behind your back by your wrists with one hand, and bites down on your shoulder, hard, locking his jaw onto you as you thrash around.

You feel his fangs pierce through your skin, as you writhe underneath your mate who is now pushing his growing knot at the entrance of your cunt. The pressure is immense – it’s like ecstasy, flooding your empty womb. The itch is being scratched and it feels so good.

“Cumming!” you let loose a hoarse scream, flinging your head back as your entire body shudders under his grip.

He doesn’t let up, he just sinks his teeth even deeper into you, sucking lightly as he holds his position inside you – pinning you down with his bite and grip.

He’s grunting and groaning into your shoulder, closing his eyes to savour the feeling of your pussy pulsating feverishly around his cock, trying to milk its essence directly into your womb. He waits patiently for you to come down from your high, tricking your body into thinking it’s been knotted by staying deep inside your cunt.

As the heat subsides, and the emptiness is filled, you calm down from your high and start to feel the new burning sensation in your shoulder. Your little pants turn into whimpers, feeling the pain radiate down your back. He unlatches from your shoulder and licks the wound with his warm tongue.

“Better, my love?” he pants heavily, still deep inside of you.

“Mhm...” you hum, wincing from the pain in your shoulder.

“I know your little ‘itchy’ sensation is gonna come back the second I pull out of you.” He whispers breathlessly in your ear, moving quickly to lick your wound once more.

Neteyam feels your shaky legs give out underneath you, making you sprawl out flat on the woven mat. He follows your every movement, ensuring to stay inside of you until he catches his breath enough to go another round – he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, after all. Giving you a few more minutes of relief, he slowly pulls out of your cunt, making you whine in the process.

“Ready for round two, ma’ munxta [mate]?” he growls deeply in your ear.

Just like he said, the itchiness comes flooding back in, filling up the deepest parts of your womb. You can’t help but groan from the sensation, frustrated that it’s back so soon.

Pulling out of your gaping hole, he looks down to see a thick rope of your slick connecting you to his throbbing, swollen cock. He yanks you back up onto all fours, smacking your ass as if to say ‘stay put’ while he drops to his knees to shove his nose into your cunt, deeply inhaling your sweet scent.

“Fuck. Everything about you is so... delicious.” He moans, lapping up the juices that drip slowly down your thighs.

----

The days blend as they pass, all consisting of the same things – fucking, cumming, cleaning, sleeping, eating, drinking. The cycle repeats, hour after hour, day after day – night after night. You were insatiable, riding and grinding against his numb cock when he just couldn’t take anymore. In a lot of the moments, he just let you take the lead – but he never allowed you to take his knot. He wouldn’t let a repeat of your first heat happen again.

Neteyam is lying down flat on the mat, completely covered in your pussy juices. He’s panting, unable to take a full breath anymore. His body aches, muscles inflamed and throbbing from carrying you around the tent because you refused to let him pull out.

You cling to your mate, desperate and delirious from the intensity of your heat. It’s still so hot, you wish you could step out of your skin. Not even tsaheylu was helping you.

“Nete...” you look down at your mate through blurry vision, “ah...haah... ha... I can’t take... this anymore.” you sob, tears running down your cheeks.

“Oh, y/n. I’m so sorry... I do not understand why it is lasting so long” his voice cracks, “... but it’s almost over, my love.” He clears his throat, caressing your shaky thighs. “How about we take a break and drink something?” he suggests hopefully, needing a break himself.

You shake your head side to side, struggling to support your sweaty body with your trembling hands on his stomach. The sweat that drips from your forehead pools into the dips of his stomach, mixing with his to form a small puddle. At least your double vision is gone now, and you can hear him clearly.

“Why? Why don’t you just knot me and put me out my misery?” you cry quietly, rocking your hips into him once more.

Neteyam sighs loudly, letting his head drop back into the mat. He stares up at the roof of your tent garnering the energy to repeat himself for the tenth time. He knows you’re not feeling like yourself – that you’re completely out of it.

“My love.” He looks back down at your sticky pelvises, “I cannot. As much as I want to... we cannot. And as the only sane one here... I must be firm with you.” he drops his head back on the mat, still feeling winded.

“Neteyam.” Lo’ak’s shaky, hoarse voice chimes in through his earpiece. “...I can’t keep up with her. There’s no food or water left, and this is lasting way longer than I thought it would. I need your help, brother.”

Finally, a light in the haziness of this torturous three day long heat. Neteyam presses the button on his throat microphone, and lets loose a breathless chuckle, finding this whole ordeal amusing.

“The great Lo’ak! I tried to warn you, start slow or you will burn out.” He smiles to himself, unable to follow his own advice. “...And, uh – I can’t help you.” you grind against his swollen cock, trying to drill it even deeper into you. “...Mmn. I’m tied up myself.” Neteyam looks up into your inebriated eyes. “Thanks to your mate, mine went into heat early. Ask Kiri.” He huffs between heavy pants.

“Kiri? No, bro. You know she’s not going to help me out.” Lo’ak croaks, feeling lightheaded. “Please... Just bring your mate with you.” he begs.

“No, I cannot. She is in heat, are you not hearing?” he responds, using his thumb to rub circles into your sore clit. “Lo’ak - fuck. She’s finally calming down now... if I bring her around your mate’s pheromones, she’s going to milk me dry.” Neteyam curses.

“I don’t care bro, let ‘em at each other. I don’t mind. Please.” Lo’ak begs, out of breath. “Please. I think I’m gonna pass out again... just come.”

Pass out? Shit. I might too. But again? Neteyam thinks.

“Pass out? Again?” he swallows his spit, watching you bite back a moan.

“Bro, you don’t understand. This woman is feral. I don’t even know how many times I’ve knotted her at this point. Please.” Lo’ak pleads desperately with his older brother.

Yes, I do understand. Good Eywa.

“Baby bro. You... you knotted her? I thought I warned you not to.”

 Neteyam covers your mouth, feeling your cunt heat up again as your walls clench around his cock. He takes his finger off the button.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum for me again? You better hold it, pretty girl.” Neteyam warns you.

You nod quickly, grunting into his hand as you struggle to withhold your moans. He rewards you with a quick pat on your thigh before he presses the button once more.

“You think I have any say in what’s going on? This woman is using me like a sex toy. All sensation is just gone for me at this point. You don’t understand.” Lo’ak argues, on the verge of tears.

“Agh. I do underst – you know what. Forget it.” He gives up, realizing his brother is also out of it. “Even if I could manage to fly there now, your mate’s pheromones make me sick.”

“Not with your mate in heat too. Hers will keep you calm, just come bro. Hurry... S-she’s pushing me out of her again, hurry... please.” he sobs hysterically.

“Pushing you out of her?” he laughs breathily, watching your hips grind against his.

You hold on to his wrist cups your mouth, picking up the speed of your hips. He looks up at you and sees your eyebrows pinch together – the face you always make before cumming.

“Alright, alright. I need to go. I’ll let you know if I can come.” Neteyam responds quickly, taking his finger off the button.

“Speaking of coming...” he takes his hand off your mouth, “...you can cum for me, now.” he insists, gripping your hips and rocking into you.

“Oh. Neteyam! 'm cumming!” you gasp for air, letting the knots in your stomach unravel as you squirt all over your mate once more.

“Jeez, y/n. I do not understand how you keep making so much cum...” he looks at the mess you made on him before looking back up at you. “Feeling better now, sweetheart?”

You collapse into him, putting all your weight on him as you nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent. The itch was insatiable, no matter how many times you came on him, the itch would come right back as soon as he pulled out of you.

“’m sorry Nete...” you pant “...still so itchy... so hot.” You sob quietly into his chest.

“Mawey, my love. You’re okay. It is almost over.” He hums in your ear, drawing circles into your back. “How do you feel about us going to help Lo’ak?”

“Mhm. Mhm.” You moan, closing your eyes.

“Alright, try and sleep, baby. I’ll page Kiri.” He whispers, kissing you on your forehead as he repositions you.

“No! I – I wanna help her, teyam.” You babble, not knowing what you’re saying anymore.  

“Oh? Her? I thought we were helping Lo’ak, not his mate.” he chuckles, sitting up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Let us go, ma’ yawne.”

Neteyam lifts you up, still inside of you, and wraps a sheet around the two of you. He calls for his ikran, who lands not too far from the tent. The walk of shame there wasn’t too bad, as most na’vi were in their tents by this time.

Only a couple na'vi saw you, and quickly turned their heads when they realized what was going on - especially seeing you two bonded. You cling to your mate, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he mounted his ikran.

“Sorry, my sweatheart.” He apologizes, breaking tsaheylu with you so that he can bond with his banshee.

You whine at the sensation, now feeling the full intensity of your heat. Clinging even tighter onto him, you nuzzle your face into the nook of his neck, inhaling deeply. You sleep on the way there, and wake up to the sweet, sweet scent of lionberry and mossy wood...

Note: Damn y’all. I did not plan for it to be this long, but here we are, lol. As much as I wanted him to knot her, I remembered that in ‘a synchronous fever’ he said “...and somehow, I have been able to restrain myself from knotting you during your heats.” So, I had to stay true to the story line. Sorry the end was sort of abrupt, I’m hella burnt out, I won’t lie. But I will be doing another part to this – if that’s what you guys want. But I think I’m going to take a day or two to reset! I feel like I’m rewriting the same thing repeatedly (r.e. descriptive words/phrases/nicknames/etc.)

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Behind the Façade

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Characters: Ao’nung (20) x Fem Metkayina Reader y/n (20)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, rut cycle, no foreplay, mostly sub ao’nung, mostly dom reader, slight power struggle, creampie/breeding kink, knotting, smidge of fluff, spitting mouth (kinda), awkward moment during sex, profanity

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: As requested. Bestie, this is for you @jiafeimagic

Synopsis: Ao’nung unexpectedly goes into rut in the middle of the night. You calm your mate. Simple dimple. Enjoy <3

Intro:

You and Ao’nung have been mated since the sully family sought uturu in your village. He likes to put on a brave face – a façade that he’s this big, bad bully, when really he’s softer than the flesh between your legs. His rut is more like a heat, similar to what you experience monthly - lasting for 3 days. You allow him to keep up his façade in public, being his little bitch that follows his every order. But behind closed doors, he’s yours to do whatever you want with.

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“Y/n.” Ao’nung pants.

“Hmm?” You croak, trying to open your eyes.

All you can see is the luminescence of your own skin. Feeling around with your hand, you find that the space next to you in the bed is empty. You sit up and rub your eyes, hoping to figure out where your mate’s voice is coming from.

“Y/n.” He repeats, this time in a more frantic manner.

“What is it? you ask, worried that something is wrong with him. “Where are you?”

You squint your eyes, and scan the marui pod, looking for your mate. Two heavy lidded, purple eyes float in the corner of your room, watching you intently. They're dazed and full of lust. A sinking sensation plagues your stomach when you realize what’s happening.

Ao’nung’s rut came early.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out the figure in front of you. He's sitting in the corner, with his knees to his chest and his head in his hands.

“Sorry to wake you.” He grits his teeth. “I just... I can’t take it anymore.” He huffs, dropping his head between his knees.

You get out of bed and approach him slowly. “It’s alright, I know how intense your ruts are, my love.” You hum, kneeling to his level to stroke the length of his queue. “You should have woken me earlier.”

He’s trembling, shaking his head from side to side in his knees and panting heavily – he must have been enduring this all night long. Leaning into your touch, he rubs his face into your bosom, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. You shush him, rubbing circles into his back.

“Shh. Shh, baby boy. You’ll be alright, I’m here now.” You reassure him, laying his legs flat on the floor as you mount him.

His legs are now between your knees as you tower over him, shortening the distance between your hot bodies.

“I want this.” Ao’nung whines, cupping the soft flesh between your legs. “...please.” He whimpers, looking up at you through the dip of your breasts, with inebriated, glowing eyes - begging for some relief.

“How could I ever say no to these eyes?” You whisper, moving his hands to your waist.

Using a single finger to lift his chin, you kiss him fervently, swirling your tongue around his. You shuffle even closer to him, lowering your pelvis onto his crotch – sticky from his own slick. He’s already rock-hard, writhing his pelvis into the softness between your thighs. You share each other’s hot breaths between wet kisses as your hands explore every inch of your bodies.

He’s whimpering quietly into your mouth, succumbing to the urges of his rut, trying to fuck you through your loincloth. His movements are impatient – full of desperation and desire for his mate. Unable to form a coherent thought, he allows his body to speak to you, begging to be inside of you. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping it tightly, using it as leverage to grind even harder against you.

You move your sloppy kisses down his face, planting bruise-like marks on his jawline and neck. You linger there, filling your lungs with his potent pheromones, intoxicating your body with his scent. His pheromones remind you of the salty ocean, mixed with the scent of the sap of a mangrove. You know that you wouldn’t be able to satiate him if you weren’t high, too – his rut is just too intense for that.

“Tsheylu, Ao’nung.” You mumble into his neck, moving your hand to the base of his queue.

His movements are eager, tugging at your queue to bring it closer to his. It sends small shocks down your spine as he makes the bond eagerly. In an instant, the heat and fogginess of his rut transfers to you, putting you in a trance, too. Your hips pick up speed, whining and grinding against his member whilst he kisses your shoulders.

“...please, y/n.” He lets out a lengthy mewl, squeezing his eyes shut. “...f-fuck me.”

His eyes fly open, glossy and glowing in the dim light. You witness his pupils morph into slits. He’s now at the height of it, and if you didn’t give it to him soon – he would just take it for himself. This part of his rut always frightened you a bit, he would go from begging on his knees to forcefully-taking-what’s-his in a split second. You slip the thin cloth covering your breasts over your head, and fiddle with the knot of your loincloth with trembling fingers.

“Hurry. I need you now.” He grunts urgently, untying his own loincloth in a hurry.

“I’m trying, I’m trying” you pant, struggling with the knot due to the darkness of the room.

In frustration, Ao’nung rips your loincloth down the middle and throws it aside. He’s fighting with himself, trying his hardest to be gentle with you, but he just wants to shove his knot inside of you already. He’s rubbing his veiny cock against your sticky cunt, getting off from the feeling of your clit rolling against his tip.

“Stretching. Do you need it?” he mumbles, as his fingers burrow their way between your hips, frantically searching for your hole.

“No.” You yank his hand out by his wrist.

“What I need is...” you line up his tip with your slippery hole, “...this huge cock.” You moan loudly in his ear as you slowly slide his entire length inside of you.

He lets loose a lengthy, guttural groan, finally getting the attention his cock has been begging for. He softens under your touch, burying his face into your chest, hiding his expression from you as he hums into your breasts. Gripping him by the neck, you push him away, and stare at his erotic expression.

“I like seeing your face when I ride, understood?” You purr.

Your taken aback when you realize why he hid his face. You can feel his cock throbbing in your cunt, already emptying it’s seed inside you. He’s gritting his teeth, trying to bite back his lewd noises as he rocks into you, ensuring that your womb gets every drop of his sticky cum. The pure bliss – the ecstasy that he’s feeling from the gummy, hot walls that clench around his cock is unbearable.

“Are you cumming? Already?" You ask quickly, trying to hold back your laugh.

"All from me putting it in? Fucking pathetic.” You spit, watching his face contort from overstimulation as you start moving your hips.  

“Haah.. ah... Fuck.” He lets out choked pants, glaring at you through his slits. His cheeks redden even more, he's clearly embarrassed by his quick release. He buries his face back into your breasts.

“I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good.” He huffs, pushing himself even deeper into you, ensuring his cum makes its way into your womb.

“Shit. Still going? Was that not enough for you?" You grab a fist full of hair at the back of his head and pull him from your chest, looking directly into his eyes.

"Fuck... trying to drill yourself into my womb like that.” You drop your gaze to your sticky pelvises.

“Such a pitiful sight...” You moan, looking back up into his drunk, pleading eyes. “Now, beg.” You whine your hips on him ever so slightly, massaging his cockhead with your cervix.

He clenches his jaw and swallows his spit. “Please.” He growls begrudgingly.

You start lifting your hips off him. “Oh? That didn’t sound very genuine. I see I am not needed anymore.”   

“Wait. Fuck. P-please y/n.” he grabs your hips, pulling them back down onto his cock. “Please... I need you. I can’t live without you. Please, I can’t take this anymore.” He sobs, looking up at you with watery eyes.  

A grin plasters your face as you start riding his cock, firmly gripping his throat for support.

“I love when you listen to me.” You grind onto his cock, already feeling a little bulge growing at the base of it. “Whoa... I can feel your knot already, Ao’nung.” You whisper, feeling your face heat up.

You glance at him to see that his eyes are closed – face contorted from how good your pussy feels around his cock. He really looks like he might cum inside of you again, all from just a few thrusts of your hips.  

“Woman, you feel too good.” He groans, dipping his head back.

“I know. I know, baby boy.” You moan, feeling his tip poking against your sweet spot. “You feel good too... I can feel you heating up inside of me. Gonna cum for me again?” You chuckle under your breath.

Ao’nung’s body is taking control, thrusting his hips upwards as they chase the warmth of the slick that coats the walls of your cunt. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation – but he can’t stop rutting into you. His sweet, little moans are becoming louder in your ears as he buries his face into your shoulder. You can feel his cock jumping inside you, ready to burst and fill you to the brim with his seed.

“Talk to me, Ao’nung. What do you want?” you breathe, picking up speed.

“Haa.. ah. I want... Ngh – I want to get you pregnant...” he whines, looking back up into your eyes. “Please... bear my child, y/n...” his head slumps forward, back into your chest. “Please...” his pleads are muffled from the plump flesh of your breasts. “...I’ll do anything”

“Good boy.” You moan, chasing your own climax now.

“Ugh... it is coming, y/n. L-let me cum inside of you... Please.” he whines loudly, manhandling your hips.

Through the bond, you can feel the heat pooling in his chest as he wills himself not to cum until you give him permission. Not only that, but you can feel his enormous, veiny knot poking at your entrance, begging to rip you into two. Knowing that this is only the beginning of his 3-day-long rut, you want to start slow – so not to tire yourself out.

“No knotting yet, my love.” You pant, trying to lift your hips off him. He drives his fingernails into your hips and shoves you back down onto his knot. “Fuck. Control yourself, Ao’nung.” You whimper, feeling it stretch you out.

“Please...my love.” he begs.

He’s pushing his cock even deeper into you, trying to break through the walls that prevent his knot from popping inside of you. He’s completely consumed by his urges to turn you into a vessel to carry the heir to Olo’eyktan – to carry his son. You see his thoughts, as he imagines you heavily pregnant with his child. Soon, you feel this urge too, wanting to be his little breeding bitch.

“Oh, fuck it.” You huff, going over the edge from the mere image flashing through your head. “Fill me up, Ao’nung. Give me your fat knot.”

He rams his knot into you in one quick thrust, forcefully holding you down onto his pelvis as he cums deep inside you yet again. His tip is drilling through your cervix, directly into your womb – spurting thick ropes of his hot seed inside of you. It sends you over the edge, finally allowing yourself to release your own orgasm, pulsing around his cock as your walls milk him dry.

You slump into your mate, who’s finally feeling some sort of relief. You look down into his face as the room is becoming brighter from the suns emergence, and see that his heavy lids are finally closing – covering his dark blue eyes. He rocks into you every so often, putting you into a state of comatose, too. You’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm down from your high.

Only an hour passes until he’s tugging at your entrance, trying to pull his knot out of you – pinching himself and you in the process. This is what you didn’t want from the get-go, but it’s too late now and his rut has only just started. He’s nipping at your neck, tracing your jugular with his pointed fangs, silently asking to mark his mate. You too are deep in the thick of his pheromones, feeling woozy and jaded.

“Yes... do it, ma’ nung.” You hum, feeling the bite of his sharp teeth, piercing your skin as he marks you as his.

His urges take the forefront, as he thrusts in and out of you causing his partially deflated knot to pop in and out of you. This continues for the rest of the day, in the same position. You’re completely numb now, unsure of how many times he’s knotted you, as your abused hole is just dripping with his cum.

“Ao’nung...” you croak, trying to get off him for the fifth time. “I’m hungry... and thirsty.”

“Mmnn... come” he kisses you sloppily, spitting in your mouth as a poor attempt at quenching your thirst. “...better?” he moans, still deep in a trance.

“No... skxwang. I need real water.” you groan, pushing him off you and crawling away.

He pounces on you, knocking you on your stomach as he mounts you again. He slides himself inside of you and starts bucking his hips, desperate to breed you once more - despite the extreme overstimulation. Both of you were fucked out raw, but he couldn’t help it – he couldn’t stop himself. You lay there and take it, just grateful to finally be in a new position.

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You open your eyes to see a bright room. The sun was out and shining vibrantly. The dead weight on top of you makes you winded, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You look behind you to see Ao’nung slumped over your shoulder, sleeping soundly. You groan from the soreness, reaching down to your pelvis to feel if he’s still inside of you.

The answer is simple – yes. He is. You feel a little more, to find that his knot has finally gone down enough to pull him out of you. You shove him off your back, and crawl towards the bucket of water in the corner of the pod – breaking tsaheylu.

Gulping loudly, you chug the water, quenching your extreme thirst at last. You pull away and finally take a deep breath, looking back at your mate. You're met with his delirious gaze. You sympathize with him, feeling awful that it took three full days of this to calm down.

“Oh, baby boy.” You mumble, shuffling back over to him with a cup of water. You stroke his hair – wet from sweat. “It’s over now.” You pull his limp body into your lap, supporting his head with your breast.

“Drink.” He laps up the water greedily, not realizing how thirsty he was until it wet his dry lips.

“Y/n. I love you. Only you truly see me.” He stares longingly at you, with his light blue, teary eyes.

“I love you, too ma’ nung.” You lean down to kiss his wet lips.

He pulls away from you, panting heavily. “No. I mean it. I will stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

You smile at him, feeling the warmth in your heart, and kiss him gently.  

----

After cleaning, feeding and watering one another you both walk out of your marui pod to be met with the bewildered eyes of no one other than Lo’ak, Neteyam and Roxto. Ao’nung slips back into his usual self, walking towards the na’vi with an aggressive demeanor. You follow closely behind him, with your eyes locked onto your feet. It was obvious that you two were loud enough for them to hear you.

“What is wrong with you freaks?” Ao’nung spits, puffing out his chest.

Lo’ak laughs, mocking Ao’nung. “Oooh, y/n. ‘only you truly see me’.”

“Lo’ak! Come on brother. I thought the ‘I will stay by your side for the rest of -” Neteyam taunts, being cut off by Ao’nung shoving him in the chest. Roxto tries to keep his smile to himself, finding the whole ordeal amusing.

“Agh.” Ao’nung spit, rolling his eyes before turning around and walking away.

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Make Your Choice: Part II

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (21) x Fem Na’vi Reader (20) x Lo’ak Sully (20)

Warnings: NSFW, filthiest, grimiest smut I’ve ever written, profanity, a whole fucking threesome, jealous/territorial behaviour, rough sex, rough oral sex, dom lo’ak, dom nete, overstimulation, degradation

Word Count: 4k................................. of pure smut..............................

Author’s Note: I need therapy. Enjoy, besties <3

Synopsis: Lo’ak and Neteyam take turns fucking you to show you who would make a better mate.

Previously on ‘Make Your Choice’:

“I – I think I need to try you both first.” You moan softly, flickering your eyes between the two of them.

They both look at you and grin, dropping their gaze down to the slick pooling on the table.

“Let’s get it done, my love.” Neteyam says in a husky voice, sliding his hand over your cunt.

“Let’s do it, y/n.” Lo’ak adds, taking your nipple into his mouth.

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For a while, you allow both of them to have their way with you, touching every inch of your body.

Neteyam is so fixated on your pussy – fingering and eating you out again, determined to finish what he started. Whilst Lo’ak is sucking your nipples and brushing his cock against your outer thigh.

How did it get this far? How did you even get into this position? When did Lo’ak take off your top? Why is Neteyam gulping so loudly? All you were supposed to do was give them each a turn and make your final decision. But you can’t.

You can’t decide – because you want them both.

“Neteyam... Lo’ak...” you moan their names, feeling dazed. “I thought we were playing fair.”

You can barely catch your breath from them both sucking away at you. Grunting and mumbling into your most sensitive areas, they ignore your whimpers as they’re too busy tasting all the succulent flavours that your body has to offer. It’s all too overstimulating – you can’t even think properly.

“Guys... ugh, fuck. Guys!” you moan loudly, bowing your back against the table. “Please... ‘ts too much!”

Neteyam is the first to unlatch, yanking his fingers out of your cunt, frustrated yet again that he wasn’t allowed to make you cum. Lo’ak lingers for some time, chasing his high from dry humping the softness of your thigh. The closer he gets to cumming, the harder he sucks your raw nipples. Its like he can’t decide which nipple he wants the most, switching between them hungrily. You look down at the sight, watching him try to squeeze your breasts together, close enough so that he could suck both your nipples at once.

“Neteyam...” you breathe, hoping he’ll rip his brother off you.

Neteyam does just that – pulling Lo’ak off you. His mouth makes a loud popping noise as he’s tugged off your chest.

“Behave, Lo’ak.” Neteyam growls, shooting him a look as you sit up.

Eventually, your eyes fall on the two raging erections before you. How the fuck are you going to take them inside of you?

“I need to be stretched...” you gulp, feeling nervous. “...you guys are too big for me.”

It seems like everyone in the room, including you, forgot that this is your first time with a real cock. Sure, you’ve finger fucked yourself before, using a toy here and there during your heat, but never something this massive. Seeing how out of control Lo’ak is, you look to Neteyam to do the job.

He grins, making his way back over to you. “I am going to make you cum. Don’t push me away, understood?” he warns you, kneeling before you, taking your hot clit into his wet mouth.

With no time to refuse you dip your head back as he sucks your clit, sliding two fingers into you, scissoring your pussy open. Your eyes roll back slightly, as you turn your head to look at Lo’ak, who’s stroking himself to the sight of your erotic expression. You let loose pants as you watch him pleasure himself while he watches you shudder under his brother’s touches. He’s staring deeply into your eyes, desperately trying to restrain himself from having his way with you.

Soon the pants turn into whines, as Neteyam rubs the spongey part of your heat, lapping up the juices that flow out of you. You can see Lo’ak practically begging you with his eyes –  he wants in on the action. You smile and shake your head, reminding him that it’s not his turn yet. Neteyam drives his third and final finger inside of your cunt, bending them towards him and thrusting them into you roughly – his way of telling you to keep your eyes on him.

“Look at me.” He mumbles into your clit, peering up at you.

You bite back a moan, staring down at the face between your legs that’s devouring your cunt greedily. His hot breaths blow against your lower stomach as he pushes his face into your pussy even harder. Lo’ak’s husky voice is heard directly next to your ear.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He whispers, running his fingers through your hair.

You glance at him quickly, afraid to look away from the dark golden eyes that peer up at you between your glossy thighs.

“You know I have 4 fingers, right?” he wiggles them, now licking the base of your ear. “I’d stretch you out, so much better.” He growls lowly, placing your dainty hand around his girthy cock.

It’s something about his throaty voice in your ear, talking to you in that way, that sends your hips into a frenzy. You grab a fist full of Neteyam’s braids with your free hand and thrust into his face until the heat pooling in your womb spills out of your cunt.

“Ngh. Fuck! Nete...” you moan loudly, closing your legs around Neteyam’s face as you shove his mouth harder against your cunt.

“Hurry up and cum, so I can have my way with you, sweet girl.” Lo’ak whispers in your ear, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Oh.. o- oh my... Eywa, ugh!” you blabber, crossing your legs, trapping his face into your cunt. “Neteyam! Cumming... cumming!” your walls pulsate feverishly around his fingers, gripping and releasing them the more he laps up your sweet nectar that’s flowing directly down his throat. He gulps loudly, drinking your cum willingly. You unwrap your legs, allowing him to breathe. He drops back into the dip of his feet, frantically gasping for air.

“Good girl.” Neteyam breathes, licking his lips clean.

“...such a good girl.” Lo’ak sighs into your ear, planting rough, wet kisses along your neck. “Now, let me stretch you out properly.”

Denying you the chance to come down from your high, he slides his hand from your breast, down your stomach, and cups your pulsing pussy. You jolt from the pressure of his palm against you.

“Ready for me?” he mumbles into your collarbone, asking for your permission.

“Mmnn... mhm.” You purr, feeling feverish and hot.

Lo’ak shoves all four of his fingers deep inside you, hooking them right against your sweet spot. You let loose a loud whimper from the hint of pain that comes from his fingers stretching you to inexplicable lengths. He fists you roughly, moving his arm up and down causing your body to jerk from his ruthless movements. He can feel the swell of your sweet spot, as it becomes hotter and hotter – ready to burst all over again.

“It’s my turn, right? Cum for me, now.” he mumbles, sucking on your shoulder, leaving behind bruise-like marks.

You feel Neteyam at your feet, planting wet kisses up your leg as he touches himself, listening intently to the filthy noises coming from your throat.

“Haah... ah... Ngh – f-fuck!” You cry out. Just like that, you were convulsing uncontrollably again, with the walls of your cunt throbbing excitedly around Lo’ak’s fingers. 

“That’s it... that’s right, cum on my fingers. Fuck.” He growls into your neck, bucking his hips into your hand.

At this point, Neteyam’s made his way up to your hips, nuzzling into them, breathing in your scent. He brushes his tongue against your skin, working his way up to your breast, where he takes your stiff nipple into his mouth and sucks rhythmically. He, too, is now bucking his hips, rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.

You’re so fucked out that you can’t even form a coherent thought, much less make a sound decision. You just want to be yanked onto all fours and plunged into, by any of them. Neteyam pops off your nipple, listening closely to your needy body language, he flips you onto your stomach, and yanks you towards him. Your legs tremble beneath you, trying to hold up your body weight as Neteyam quickly positions himself behind you.

“Tell me what you want... who, you want” Neteyam growls behind you, pressing his warm, rock-hard cock against your slit.

“Ugh, fuck. F-fuck. I want you... to fuck me.” You stutter, backing yourself onto him.

He crouches over you, pushing his thumping cock even harder between your plump pussy lips. “Say my fucking name. Say who you want to fuck this pretty, little pussy.”

“Neteyam! Neteyam... please. Please fuck me already!” you beg and plead with him.

“That’s it. Spread your legs for me.” He demands, kicking your legs apart.

You open your trembling legs, unintentionally rubbing your slit against the length of his shaft.

“Fuck. Look at you, listening so well.” he praises you, wrapping your tail around his forearm as he positions the head of cock against your quivering hole.

Neteyam pushes his cock into you slowly, watching as every single inch of him disappears in your soft, tight, cunt. A high-pitched whimper escapes your throat as you fling your head back from the mixture of pleasure and pain. This is the first time his cock has gotten any real attention; the feeling is like pure bliss to him – making him slip even deeper into the thick of his territorial urges.

His throbbing erection is engulfed by your heat, gripping him tightly and refusing to let go. He can’t even find it within himself to allow you to adjust to his profound size. Drawn out whines make their way into the air as you feel his pelvis smack into you repeatedly, as he sets a pitiless rhythm. He dips his head forward, taking in the sight of you sucking in his entire length.

“You feel so good, gripping my cock like this, y/n.” he grunts, breaking the rhythm already. He pulls your hips all the day down onto him, holding them there for some time, allowing you to feel every thick vein and curve of his bulging cock inside you.

“Feel that?” he moves his free hand under you and caresses the bump protruding from your lower abdomen. “That’s me, right here.” He kisses your shoulder, brushing his fangs against it.

All you can do is make needy, filthy noises as he teases you. You just need him to fuck the sense back into you. “Please... please. Please Neteyam.” You hiccup, trying to rock your hips back and forth on his cock.

“So fucking needy.” He spits, pulling his cock all the way out, and slamming it back into you.

He’s giving you the pounding of your life, slipping deeper into the foggy haze, when Lo’ak moves around to the other side of the table. He’s now standing directly in front of your face. He grits his teeth, trying his best to keep his calm as he watches you get fucked by a cock that isn’t his. Noticing your pelvis pushing back against his brother’s insistent thrusts, he kneels in front of you, coming face to face with you.

He looks deeply into your watery, drunk, eyes. “Gonna cum again like the little slut you are? Hmm? From taking another man’s cock in front of me like this?” he growls, gritting his teeth. “Cum, quickly. So, I can fuck you silly and make you cum even harder.”

“Y-yes, Lo’ak!” you let out a sweet, little cry. Neteyam jerks your tail towards him, pulling it even more taut around his arm. “Ugh - fuck! Neteyam, Neteyam! I’m sorry!” you sob loudly, feeling yourself dissolve in pleasure.

You bury your face into your arms as your body pushes Neteyam’s out of you, cumming violently on his cock. Your cunt is pulsating feverishly while you try to hold back your moans. They come out as squeals, muffled by your arms. He rubs his cockhead against your clit, desperate to plunge right back inside of you and make you cum again.

“Oh Eywa. I love these little noises you are making for me.” Neteyam grins, fucking the sense out of you. “Make them louder.”

Hearing your strained whines, Neteyam does just that – he slams the entirety of his cock back inside of you, angling his pelvis to fuck right into the swollen, spongey part of your cunt. After a few deep, and hard thrusts, you cum again, throbbing around his cock.

“Yes, my sweet girl. Cum as many times as you need.” Neteyam encourages you, feeling your walls clench around him for second time.

Forcefully pushing him out of your cunt, your legs shake uncontrollably, giving out beneath you. Neteyam holds you up by your hips, releasing your tail from his grip, just relishing in the feeling of your pussy pulsing against his length.

“No fair. What about me?” Lo’ak huffs, jealous and unable to control himself anymore. He stands up and rests his heavy cock against your face that rests on your arm.

“You better fucking cum for me like that.” He bucks his hips against your face, sliding his wet cock against your cheek – anything for a bit of friction.

Neteyam wastes no time and stuffs his cock back inside of you, slamming his pelvic bone right into you. Your face reddens from the immense pressure you feel as your muscles tighten, cumming for a third time – just from his singular thrust.

“Neteyammm. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You moan lengthily, pulsing around his cock helplessly.

“I love hearing my name come out this pretty mouth of yours while you cum all over this mighty warrior’s cock.” Neteyam moans, praising you by tapping your thigh.  

“Well, I don’t. This filthy mouth of yours needs to be stuffed.” Lo’ak growls, shoving his cock inside of your mouth.

The corners of your mouth sting due to the sheer size of his girth. Your lips stretch to their limit just to accommodate his thickness, which is now muffling your moans. You grunt helplessly into Lo’ak’s raging cock, brushing against it with your teeth as Neteyam fucks into you. He grabs a fistful of your hair and moves your head to a better position.

“Easy with the teeth, pretty girl.” Tears are streaming down your face as Lo’ak’s cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He’s fucking your face, as if it were your needly little cunt, jolting your body against Neteyam with each shove. Each time Neteyam thrusts into you, it drives Lo’ak’s cock further down your throat, making you gag around his girth even more.

“Mmm - fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum in your throat if you keep gagging on me like that. Open wider.” Lo’ak pulls out of you momentarily, patting your cheek and moving your hair out of your face. You gasp for air, taking a deep, sharp breath through your gaping mouth before Lo’ak fills your throat again.

“Yes, just like that. See? Not so hard to listen to me.” Lo’ak moans, fucking into the back of your throat.

Saliva runs down your neck as you struggle to take his cock, choking at every thrust. The two brothers shift their focus to each other, looking at what the other has and wanting it for themselves. Neteyam wanted to shove his entire length down your throat, and Lo’ak wanted to fuck you into comatose. They communicate with their eyes, and nod slightly, and both pull out of you at the same time.

You gasp for air, wheezing loudly. Strings of saliva hang down your mouth, while tears stream down your flushed cheeks. You’ve never felt so empty in your life. They flip you onto your back and each grab an arm and leg and pull you towards themselves – completely spinning you around. Lo’ak is now pressing against your cunt and Neteyam is brushing against your cheek.

“Guys... Please!” You sob, looking through blurred vision to see the two bothers hovering over you, positioning themselves to fuck both your holes numb.

Neteyam yanks you towards him by the shoulders, causing your head to hang freely off the edge of the table. All you can see in your direct line of sight is Neteyam’s monstrous cock, looming over your face – his tip poking into your breastbone. At the base you see his growing knot, purple and veiny – begging to be buried inside you.

“Oh, fuck no.” you mumble as he rubs his slippery cock between your breasts, smothering your face with his knot and balls.

Lo’ak lifts your leg over his shoulder, lining up his stiff cock with your used hole. He rubs his mushroom-like tip against your abused hole, before plunging his entire length into you in one, quick, hard thrust.

“Ah! Wait, Lo’ak... ‘ts too fucking big! Take it out!” you scream, as your cunt stretches to accommodate his extreme thickness.

The bend in his cock makes it so that his swollen cockhead is driving directly into your sweet spot. Your screams quiet down into muffled sobs – everything is so raw and tender that you feel like you’re burning up. Your hands frantically search for something to hold. Lo’ak grabs your hand, and intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Shh... you’re alright.” He reassures you, looking down at your cunt swallowing his cock avidly, using his free thumb to rub circles into your throbbing clit. He waits for you to adjust to his girth before moving his hips.

Neteyam holds your other hand, bringing it to his thigh for you to squeeze. “Relax, baby. Take a deep breath for me.” You breathe in deeply, filling your lungs with cool air. “Good girl, keep these pretty lips open for me.”

Neteyam slides his cock slowly into your mouth, watching it vanish down your throat – inch by inch. You squeeze his thigh as your feel his cockhead burrow its way past the back of your throat. Lo’ak starts moving his hips erratically – feeling the ecstasy that your now-pulsing cunt brings to his chest. He fucks directly into your sweet spot, hard. The sheer force of his thrusts make the table beneath you rock back and forth, shoving Neteyam’s length down your throat even more.

They were both on the verge of cumming from denying themselves the pleasure this entire time. You can tell from their insistent, merciless movements, ramming their cocks in and out of you for survival. All you can hear are the squelching noises coming from your sopping pussy, their low, guttural grunts and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.  

“Come on.” He grits his teeth, rutting into you. “Cum *slam* for *slam* me *slam*.” Lo’ak demands of you, wanting to make you cum before he does. It’s like your body listens to his commands, spasming your muscles as you try to push his cock out of you.

“Yeah? Right here?” he pounds directly into the swelling, spongey part of your heat. “Don’t push me out. Cum for me like a good little slut.”

You let out choked mewls, thrashing your head from side to side as Neteyam grinds into the back of your throat. You slap his thigh repeatedly while throaty whimpers vibrate around his cock. Neteyam pulls out of your mouth to let you breathe.

Taking a huge breath, you lift your head up, watching his cock pop out of you. “Ugh Lo’ak! Cumming, cumming!” you rasp, as your entire body shakes, squirting your essence all over Lo’ak.

Lo’ak looks down at the mess you made on him, with wide eyes, surprised that you could do that. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about, y/n.” he pats your trembling thigh, still bucking his hips against your slippery clit.

He sees the daze in your eyes, and takes your other leg over his shoulder, and squeezes them together – now fucking the softness of your thighs.  

You hear a loud growl behind you and feel a pair of hands grip your face, pulling it back over the edge of the table. “Why didn’t you squirt for me like that? Hmm?” Neteyam growls, eyes green from jealousy.

“I... I-I didn’t know I c-could –” You stutter, being cut off by him ramming his entire cock back down your throat.

He flings his head back, relishing in the warmth of your mouth. He snaps his back down, to see a bulge in your throat.

“Shit. Another one?” he rests his hand on the bulge jutting out of your neck, caressing it ever so slightly. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” he praises you by driving his cock into you as hard as he can.

“Look at me down your throat, my love. Your filthy little mouth was made to take my cock.” You start to gag as he bottoms out in your mouth. His eyes squeeze shut, and he clenches his jaw, trying his hardest not to cum.

“Oh, fuck. Brother, you were being serious about her gagging like this.” His knot pushes against the entrance of your mouth. He grips a fist full of your hair at the back of your head and holds your face down on it as you gag repeatedly.

“Shh... shh... take it baby. Ugh – Ngh. You can take it - you’re okay. You’re okay.” He comforts you, allowing his hand to slide from your throat bulge down to your breast.

He pulls out suddenly, allowing you to breathe. You make loud, choked gasps, desperately trying to fill your lungs. “Netey –” you choke out, cut off by his cock plunging back inside of your mouth, holding you firmly against the beginning of his knot by the back of your head. You gag repeatedly, seeing stars in your vision.

“Yes, just like that. F-fuck!” he lets loose a guttural groan.

Suddenly, you feel his cock throb and pulsate in your throat. You let go of Lo’ak’s hand and grab your neck, feeling the bulge jump as he empties his seed directly into your stomach.

“Swallow... swallow it, baby.” He hums, rocking into you as he supports the back of your head with his hand.

Lo’ak is pounding in between your thighs, chasing his climax, too. His head is dipped back form utter bliss, sliding his slippery cock between your swollen, plump pussy lips. He’s holding onto your legs that are now wrapped tightly around his neck, as he gives you two, long, hard thrusts, covering your entire torso in his hot, sticky seed.

“Oh – oh shit. Shit. Shit. Yes, y/n.” he moans loudly, rocking into you as his throbbing cock paints your stomach and chest.

Neteyam steps back, pulling roughly out of you. You gulp down his salty cum, feeling it fill up your stomach. You can practically hear his huge load slosh around in your tummy as Lo’ak is still bucking his hips into you as he calms down from his high.

You vision fades to black, and the boys’ voices turn into echoes. You focus on breathing between your violent coughs – trying you best to stay awake. Your efforts prove to be futile as you drift in and out of consciousness. They quickly realise that they may have taken things too far with you, looking down at your condition.

“y/n? y/n?” Neteyam kneels down next to your face, tapping your cheek gently, trying to wake you up.

Lo’ak crouches over you, trying to look into your eyes. “Shit. Y/n?” he shakes your limp legs on his shoulders.

“Nete – neteyam. Lo – lo’ak...” you blabber softly, not knowing what you’re saying.

“Yes, y/n?” Lo’ak lowers your limp legs down, rushing to your side.

“I’m right here, y/n. What is it?” Neteyam supports your head on his shoulder, brushing his cheek against yours.

All that comes out your mouth are soft whimpers and mewls, shaking your head side to side as you try to fight the urge to sleep. It seems like this is the only way you’ll be able to make a choice – if you’re so fucked out that you don’t have any common sense left to stop you from overthinking.

“y/n?” they say in unison, both of their faces nestled next to your cheeks.

“Who do you want? Who are you calling for?” they both whisper in your ears.

“I – I want...”

“... ma’ ‘teyam.”

“... ma’ Lo’ak.”

“... b-both.”

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Hi do you have any requests currently?

yes 🙌 i’d be happy to accept more tho

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i need requests so bad guys please i have no creativity 😭😭😭😭 ANYTHING

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Love conquers all Maybe a 3rd part? Parents finding out or reader gets pregnant or something along those lines?

Like maybe reader gets “sick” and is taken to the healer and finds out she’s pregnant and everything gets revealed then?

Just a idea

love conquers all (part 3)

A/N: sorry it took me literally so long to post this school is so time consuming LOL. not proofread so i apologize for grammatical errors! part I and part II are posted!!

you open your eyes, blinking away the heavy sensation in your eyelids as you let out a quiet yawn. Behind you, you feel your mates chest pressed against your back, his arm indolently slung over your waist. his breath lightly kissed the hairs on the back of your neck. The sun luminated through the curtains and accentuated his blue-ish features.

You were about to drift back to sleep when you felt a wave of nausea overcome you, but your tried your best to ignore it thinking it was just something you had eaten, so you fell asleep. 

Your mate awoke with a stretch and a yawn. he looked over to you and was surprised when he saw your pale blue complexion, and that you were sleeping in which isn’t normal behavior from you. He crawled over you and kneeled on your side of the bed to take a closer look, you looked extremely sick. 

“my love?”

You slowly were pulled out of your sleep and gently opened your eyelids, which were 10x heavier than earlier. You sat up and turned your head towards Neteyam. a wave of worry washed over him when he got a better look at your eyes and saw how dialated your pupils were. and how dark your eyebags were.

“teyam, i really do not feel well, i feel strange” you said, voice trembling

“okay ma’yawne, come with me it will be okay” he said as he picked you up bridal style, cradling the side of your head with his hand. He quickly made his way on the path to the tsa’hiks marui pod. as he ran with you in his arms you lazily had your head in his neck, your eyesight was blurry and your were getting dizzier by the second, falling in and out of sleep almost. Once he made it to the tsa’hik he laid you down on a seaweed woven mat and waited for the tsa’hik to return. 

“do not worry my love she will be here soon, you will be okay just hang in there” he cradled your head with both of his veiny hands and slightly shook your head  a bit in an attempt to snap you out of your disassociative state. 

“what is the matter here” Ronal said as she moved the seaweed grass door covering to the side

“please help, i dont know what is wrong, she is very sick!” he said panicking

“mawey” Ronal said in a monotone voice as she moved him aside to grab her needle that was behind him. she grabbed her needle and turned around to kneel beside your limp body. with a swift flick of her wrist she poked and drew blood from your neck and licked it. she sat there, quietly, getting a thorough taste of your blood to analyze the problem.

“you are with child” she said, in a monotone voice as usual.

‘wh-...what” Your mate said quietly as he stared at the floor in utter shock.

“she is bearing a child. i assume yours” she said in a thick accent.

althought you were so sick and limp, you managed to sit up, adrenalin rushing through you. excitement. you turned your head and looked up to your mate, searching his eyes for a reaction, any emotion really.

“teyam.” you said sternly, almost demanding him to say something

he quickly kneeled and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“i am so happy. You are having my child. our child.” he released you from his grasp and rested a hand gently on your stomach, imagining how big it would grow after a few more weeks. 

“oh teyam” you said, wiping the tears that crept from the corners of your yellow eyes.

“so, what will we name him?”

“him?!”