#atwow lo’ak

[pandoraslxna]

Lo’ak using visiting Spider as an excuse to come over and steal your panties to Jack off with later 🥴 he conditions himself thag your scent = getting off, and now he can’t jack off without them AND he has to hide his dick coming out of its sheath every time he gets too close to you

Addicted to you

adult Lo‘ak x female human reader

Words: 4.7k

Summary: The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret. The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.

Warnings: explicit smut, perverted Lo‘ak being a little panty thief, masturbation, scent kink, slight somnophilia (with consent), childhood friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, reader is spiders sister, oral (f receiving), obsessive behavior, Lo’ak has retractable genitals

Translation:

Tweng = loincloth

Tanhì = star, bioluminescence freckle

Lo‘ak, by all means, is no pervert.

He’s not a freak, even if some small minded people had called him that before. But that’s because of his fingers, and not because of this.

It’s hard to explain how any of this has even started.

It’s just, you’ve always been there. Always running around with him and his siblings, playing in the mud and chasing each other through high branches of trees. Riding piggyback on his shoulders, letting Kiri braid your hair. Crying into Neteyams shoulder when you scratched your knee and then letting grandma take care of it. Sitting by the campfire together, baby Tuk in mums arms while dad tells them stories from earth, from the place you’ve never even been before, yet it’s where you come from. Originally. But to Lo‘ak, you’re all na‘vi. Just like Spider is all na‘vi.

You’ve always been there, small little tanhì. Until you’re not so small anymore. And Lo‘ak isn’t small anymore either.

When they come back, years after seeking oturu with the metkayina, his eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of you.

Small little tanhì, he scoffs at the memories of his childhood friend. You’ve grown. Not much for Na’vi standards, still the size of Tuk when she was like 8, but Norm makes jokes about you and Spider not being kids anymore, so he assumes you must’ve reached your maximum height. How cute, he thinks. Lo‘ak however, well, Max says he’s making dad competition now. Almost choked on his coffee when he first saw him again. Apparently you must’ve realized the change in his physical appearance too, because you said stuff like the ocean did him good and giggled when you asked what they were feeding him over there, squeezing the muscles of his upper arm with your small hands.

Apart from your size, Lo‘ak was surprised to see you in human clothing. He assumes, and maybe that makes him a little sad but he would never admit that out loud, that after his family had to leave and Spider was also gone for a very long time, you barely had any reason left to visit the village, other than accompanying Norm and Max to the lab. So you ditched the loincloth for a pair of pants and a shirt. That however, doesn’t change how beautiful you are to his eyes. His little tanhì.

Luckily, that’s pretty much everything that has changed.

Funny enough, because that meant Spider still had to share a room with you now that he’s back. Neither of you are very pleased about this, but as long as he and the Sullys are finally home, none of you would openly complain about the temporary living situation, until Norm had moved some of his stuff out of his office so Spider could move in.

The room you and Spider share isn’t that big. Two beds, a window, a small desk and a wardrobe, that’s basically it. It’s even more cramped when a full grown Na’vi lays sprawled out on Spiders bed, but that doesn’t keep him from coming over every couple of days to hang around like he’s still a lazy teen.

Lo‘ak still can’t get over the sight of you running around in these human clothes. They’re odd. Even worse when you wear them, when you’ve changed so much and there’s so much more, so much new of you to see and now you’re hiding it from his gaze, underneath those entirely too long and plain looking fabrics.

Lo‘ak can barely peel his eyes off of you, swirling around the room with a woven basked on your hip, picking up stuff from the floor while simultaneously nagging at Spider to strip and— pause.

"Anything else?" You ask, taking the shirt that Spider had just worn to put it into the basked.

"Nope", he says, pronouncing the p with a little pop sound. Glancing around the room for the final time, you spot a pair of dirty socks in the far corner and as you bend down to pick them up, something seems to fall out of the basket that you don’t notice right away. Before Lo‘ak can react however, you’re already out of the door.

Sitting upright on the bed, Lo‘ak wants to reach for the tiny piece of fabric that you had lost, but then he’s interrupted again.

"Oh shit, I forgot to give her my tweng", Spider groans, pulling a woven cloth out from where it was sandwiched between the mattress and Lo‘aks butt. "I’ll be right back, bro." And then he basically sprints after you.

Chuckling to himself, Lo‘ak now finally gets to pick up what had fallen out of your basket.

It’s pink and small, looks like a triangle almost. Too small to be any kind of clothing. No, there’s really not much fabric on it. Strange, he thinks. He turns it in his hands and then spots a tiny, white ribbon on what he assumes must be the front, and now that he holds it like that…

It almost sends him off the edge at this very moment as he realizes— It’s underwear. Great mother, those are yours!

Lo‘ak almost passes out as he spots a tiny wet patch on the fabric. It makes something in him throb, knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, your sweet, sweet pussy rubbing and pressing against the soft cloth, while some of your juices leaked out and stained the material.

He swallows dryly.

Your clit must have rubbed on it, too, he thinks before he can even stop these thoughts from coming. And Lo‘ak, by all means, is definitely no pervert, but he can’t help but imagine the cute little nub dragging across the fabric, the nub that he just wishes he could wrap his lips around and slowly suck, watching as you writhe and cry out from the stimulation on your sensitive form.

Lo‘ak doesn’t know, can’t even explain it to himself as to what has driven him to his next move, but he then puts the fabric to his nose and, almost on instinct, inhales.

The very scent of your sex on the fabric makes his head spin and his cock stir to life.

Oh, how he loves your scent. That filthy, sinful scent on your panties, the lovely fragrance enhanced all around the cloth. With each trembling intake of your smell that his soul inhales, the harder his cock grows, until it finally unsheathes, bulging a tent into his now entirely too tight tweng.

The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret.

The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.

Lo’ak now knows where to find them, knows that there’s a small woven basket in the far corner of your room, and if he lays on Spiders bed and stretches enough, he can just reach into it with his very fingertips. So when you and Spider are busy with something else, he so casually stretches his long limbs and grabs the first, black little slip he can reach, stuffs it in his tweng and then pretends that Neteyam is calling him through the throat comm or that he suddenly remembered he had stuff to do at the village or whatever reason is believable enough to hurry out of the door and hide somewhere in the forest.

Once his heart stopped pounding in his ears and his lungs stopped burning, Lo‘ak settles against a tree and pulls the small piece of fabric out of his tweng. Pretty black, cotton panties. Warm now, from rubbing against his skin on the way here. His hand twitches as he examines them in awe.

In all honesty, Lo‘ak really thought that the silly little childhood crush he once harbored for you was finally filtered out of his system after spending the first few nights at the metkayina village bawling his eyes out because he missed you so much. But no amount of other girls he tried to occupy himself with to forget you could change anything about those feelings that came rushing back to him like a tsunami, the very moment his eyes fell on you again, even after all those years apart. And now you’re all grown up, both of you are, and he’s not that awkward little guy anymore, had his fair share of girls to know how to talk to you, how to flirt and maybe even confess his feelings that could lead to something more, yet here he is. Cock throbbing in his palm with your slip pressed against his nose while he furiously jerks himself off to your scent. Like a pervert.

He was gritting his teeth as he stroked over his shaft, squeezing the light blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles. There’s a tightness, a warmth that swells inside him and it gets even worse when he inhales deeply, your scent filling his nostrils. His hand strokes faster, harder and he moans against the soft cotton.

Speeding up his movements, Lo‘aks hips were already bucking up to fuck into his fist. His imagination, those clear images in front of his minds eye, of your pussy dragging over the same spot he was rubbing his nose against were only egging him on more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Lo‘ak was chanting curses as he felt the coil in his stomach threaten to snap. His head was thrown back in bliss, your underwear pressed tight to his nose and he couldn’t help but bite down on the fabric to stifle his moans when he finally came.

And suddenly Lo‘ak feels like he’s 14 again, blushing like an idiot whenever you’ve hugged him, not getting the words out when it was just the two of you together.

He was so head over heels for his little tanhì, that this seemed to be the only way to give him some temporary relief, until he would finally get his shit together and gather enough courage to ask you out.

But before this could even happen, things were already getting out of hand.

The first time might be an accident, the second time not so much, but the third, fourth, fifth … and then the tenth time— that’s when he realized this was growing into some strange form of addiction.

Of course he made sure you would never realize what a perverted friend he was, always making sure to rinse his cum and any stains out of the fabric before stuffing them back to the basket in your room, switching them out for a new pair. But not making you realize how perverted he actually was, that was easier said than done.

Naturally, all Na‘vi had a keen sense of smell. Lo‘ak had always been able to smell your natural scent when you were near. And in the beginning, just holding your used underwear in his hands got him hard, made his nose twitch, fingers itching to get them closer, bury his whole face in them and inhale. It was intoxicating.

But Lo‘ak didn’t even realize what he had done to himself, up to the point he came completely untouched for the first time, just from smelling them. That’s when it finally dawned on him. Your scent was enough to get him off. He had actually managed to condition himself to this– coming to your scent, not being able to come when he couldn’t smell you.

Oh, that was bad, he thought. That was really, really bad.

Even worse, because you’ve always been touchy with him. Always hugged him, held his hand, jumped into his arms. And Lo‘ak was so used to carrying you around on his shoulders or his back, that it would’ve been strange of him not to. So now here he was, again, suffering from the consequences of his own actions.

One of your soft, squishy thighs on either side of his shoulders, the back of his head snugly pressed between your thighs and his hands holding your ankles so you wouldn’t fall off as you wandered through the forest.

Normally, he’s a good listener. But he has long stopped listening to whatever you were talking about, now that your scent was so close to his nose that his cock was already pocking out of his sheath and Lo‘ak was slowly loosing every internal battle of trying to keep it in there until they had reached high camp.

Every time you giggled or laughed, Lo‘ak could feel the vibrations against his neck. He could feel every shift, every drag of your clothed cunt against his skin. The warmth radiating from your core, the softness of your thighs on either side of his head, while dainty fingers played with his braids.

Suddenly there’s tug on his braids and Lo‘ak damn near whimpers as you pull his hair to get his attention and— no, no, no you had to get off, you had to get away from him, because this is all too much.

"Lolo", it’s the silly nickname name you gave him as a child, the one that still makes his eyes roll because you used to tease him wit it. "Are you even listening? I asked you a—"

"Sorry it’s just, you– you’re getting kinda heavy, tanhì." Two hands grab your hips before you can even protest and there’s a look of utter confusion on your face, once your feet meet the ground again. Too heavy, Lo‘ak mentally slaps himself. He can lift you up with one hand, so who’s going to believe that?

You look at him with your brows knit tightly together, eyes narrowed to scan him up and down like you were trying and could actually see through him and fuck, his body was working against him in this moment, because the feeling of his own slick coating his cock as it slowly slid out of its protecting sheath sends a shiver up his spine.

"C‘mon let’s keep moving, we’re almost there", he hastily blurts out, leading the way now, hands clenching into fists at his side.

Lo‘ak tries to ignore that your scent still lingers heavy in the air, even as you walk behind him. He also tries to ignore how silent you had suddenly gotten, tries not to look back because he knows you‘ll look hurt or confused, or both, as to why he had suddenly decided to put distance between you and him –and called you heavy, on top of that.

The entire walk back to the village was filled with silence, and even though it felt heavy in his heart, it’s what he needed to calm himself, to make his cock soften and breathing even, to put his focus on something else other than the flowery sweet smell that’s walking just a few feet behind him.

It’s not hard to guess why he doesn’t see you the day after that. Spider visits high camp alone, says you’re out with Norm somewhere to gather ar'lek seeds so they can plant them in the small herb garden in hells gate. He knows that’s just partly the truth.

The next day, Lo‘ak doesn’t even wait for you to come over, or not. Spider spends the day with Kiri anyways, and maybe that’s his sign to finally get his ass up and do something about this whole fucked up situation, apologize for acting so weird and put an end to his strange addiction.

It’s already late in the afternoon when Lo‘ak reaches the human outpost camp. He taps the code into the small keypad on the front door of the facility, puts a respirator on and walks down the hallway. Several turns later and he finds himself at your door, knocks ever so lightly, it’s almost too light, before slowly opening the door, crouching under the frame and stepping inside.

The sight he’s met with definitely gets his knees a little weak.

You’re curled up on your side, your lashes are softly resting on your cheeks, lips slightly parted with quiet sighs of sleep falling from them. Your shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing your hips and stomach to him, blanket nowhere to be found. His gaze wanders over your body, the curve of your waist, down to your legs and eywa help him, you’re not wearing pants. All that’s covering you, are those pink panties that seem very familiar to him and fuck, if that doesn’t make him swallow hard because he just realized these are the ones he’s first taken from you. The ones he had completely soaked in his cum until he nearly passed out, shooting blanks from how many times he jerked off with them pressed to his nose and then wrapped around his cock once he had completed inhaled your scent off of them.

And now he has to hold himself back, because your deliciously sweet scent almost suffocates him the moment he settles to sit on the end of your bed.

He can’t help the way his hands move on their own, just a soft caress up and down your thigh. Completely harmless, he wants to make himself believe.

You hum in your sleep, eyebrows pinching together for a brief moment before you relax into his touch. It’s like your scent grows more intense the longer he strokes his warm palms over your exposed skin, running up your thigh, the curve of your hips. His fingertips trace the cotton fabric of your panties, hooks it under his finger, plays with it, before he runs his hands back down your legs.

Lo‘ak feels his body heat increase the longer he plays with you like this. Feels his sheath opening up, the tip of his cock teasing against the cloth of his tweng, the retraining tightness of trying to keep it in there. His tail curls like he’s in pain from holding himself back, and then your thighs spread into his hands, opening up like a pretty flower, subconsciously presenting yourself to him.

He knows he shouldn’t… but he can’t help it.

Swallowing hard, Lo‘ak kneels at the end of the bed. Careful as ever, he pulls you towards him, holds you open like a five course meal on a silver plate with both of his hands on the backside of your thighs. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, tenderly. Inhales, places soft kisses here and there, moves further to the inside of your leg. His nose never breaks contact to your skin, you just smell too good, he’s completely lost in it. Addicted.

His breathing soon turns into shallow pants of air, his mind growing dizzy and pupils dilated to the absolute max as he continues to scent you like a drug.

The content little, "Mmh…" followed by the arch of your back as you stretch yourself, hands coming up to rub the sleep in your eyes away, do little to faze him now, let alone stop him from what he was doing. It’s too late to stop anyway.

Glancing down on yourself, Lo‘ak feels your breath hitch in your throat in a shy little gasp, thighs trying to close shut, but his hands keep them in place.

"Lo‘ak?" You ask, face flushing red and for a moment he comes back to himself and his heart aches because he thinks he fucked up, crossed every possible boundary, ruined your friendship because he got too lost in his perversion– but then you bite your bottom lip and brush your dainty fingers through his hair, cradle the back of his head and pull him closer.

He grins.

Lo‘ak doesn’t break eye contact with you as he kisses your inner thigh, fangs grazing your skin before he sucks a small hickey right there. He kisses the purplish mark on your flesh before he moves further, eyes on yours before he presses his nose against the cotton fabric of your underwear. Your hips rise off the bed, impatiently bucking against his face and Lo‘ak groans.

"You smell so good, tanhì", he murmurs, nosing your clit, nudging the little nub until a whimper falls from your lips. "So sweet, I just… sorry, I had to."

A soft laugh draws his attention from your clit back to your face and he lifts his head up to properly look at you.

"Don’t apologize", you say, chest heaving, "I was waiting for the day you finally decide to make the first move." He smiles at this. And maybe he blushes a bit too, but there’s barely any time for you to see it, before his face is buried between your thighs again. He inhales sharply, letting your scent cloud his mind and then he presses a kiss to the outline of your clit, feeling it twitch beneath the thin fabric.

Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he tells you, "lift your hips for me", and as you do, he slides them off of your legs completely.

You watch his eyes darken with lust once you spread your thighs further for him, watch him part your folds with his thumbs almost tenderly, brushing over the little hood of your clit to get it into his direct view.

"Don’t tease", you then whisper and Lo‘ak thinks, if only you knew how much he was holding himself back right now. "I would never", he chuckles, and you squeak when he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, bends your legs so your knees are almost touching your ears.

Flattening his tongue, he then licks a board stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, and oh tanhì, you’re making even the sweetest fruit competition. Lo‘ak groans, loud and shamelessly, once your slick juices run over his tastebuds like sweet nectar. Your hips jolt, moans spilling from your mouth as he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks, hard.

You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head.

"O-Ohh god, fuck, Lo‘ak", you moan, back arching to get his mouth closer to you and Lo‘ak thinks it’s adorable. You’re panting, gasping and moaning like you can’t believe how good he’s making you feel.

Between your thighs, you hear him hum at your taste, your clit drags against his nose and those puffy lips, while he slurps your slick like he’s starving.

A glance up at you reveals that you’re staring sightlessly at the ceiling, slack-jawed and dazed, and Lo‘ak feels a surge of amusement and affection. So cute, looking almost as sweet as you taste on his tongue.

While sucking on your clit earned him the most of a reaction from you, he more often switched to sticking his tongue into your clenching hole as far as he could reach– which was deep, considering the proportions of a Na‘vi compared to a human. Like this, he could perfectly smooch the flat of his nose against the little nub that made you cry out, could smell you at the same time he was tasting you and that combination made something in him twist into a tight knot, daring to snap at any moment.

"Lo’ak, Lo’ak, oh– holy shit, Lo’ak", you moaned his name like a prayer, and the sound of it was send straight to his cock that had fully unsheathed itself by now. It throbbed heavily, pre-cum soaking his tweng and bringing friction to the sensitive tip once he’s started humping the air, hips bucking and thrusting, searching for more.

There’s nothing he wants more than to bring a hand down to his cock, get rid of the loincloth and start stroking himself, fuck his fist if necessary, anything to get the edge off. But his hands can’t, don’t, want to move. They’re perfectly comfortable where they are, holding your thighs, spreading you wide open while he devours you. He can’t bring himself to do anything other than grind his face against your pussy hungrily, tongue gliding through your folds, sucking and slurping and kissing until tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"Lo, I’m close", you whimper, hands tugging harder on his braids and he loves it. "I’m- I think I’m coming. Please. Please don’t stop!"

And stopping is the last thing that’s on his mind.

Your tiny hole clenches around the tongue that’s thrusting in and out of you, and Lo‘ak can’t help but imagine how you’d feel around his cock. He wants to, he really fucking wants to split you open on it, bend you in every possible position and feel your tight walls clamping down on him. But this right here is his priority. He wants you crying out and coming on his tongue, wants to drown in your slick and inhale your scent for a good while longer before he can stuff you full of his cock.

"Yeah? You’re gonna come, tanhì?", he mumbles against your clit and your hips buck against his mouth, desperately searching for more. "Come for me then, c’mon. Let me taste you, give it to me."

"Uh-huh", you nod frantically, lifting your head up to look at him. Your hands tug on his braids, guiding him back to where you needed it most and Lo‘ak gladly complied your order. And then your hips were rising off the bed, and you nearly sobbed as you chanted, "m’coming, m’coming– oh– fuck!"

Your hold on his hair loosens just as everything below your waist tightens.

The sounds that were reaching his ears were a combined chorus of groans and high-pitched whimpers coming from both of you. While Lo‘ak feasted on your arousal, his tweng got equally as soaked in his cum than his face got soaked in yours.

You like the way that the gold in his eyes seems to glow up at you from between your legs, when you manage to pick your head up and look down at him. You like the way that his fingers dig into your skin as a stern reminder for you to stay there, and you like the way that his tongue continues to lave at you, despite the trembling of your legs.

The expanse of his tongue drags methodically against your cunt one last time, gathering your taste like he means to savor it. Then, his head raises, all glistening lips and prideful eyes, his hands sliding up your sides to hook around your waist. 

"Holy fuck", you exhale a shaky breath. "Lolo, what the hell, where did that just come from?" You laugh in disbelief, a bit more than just breathless from the intense orgasm, and Lo‘ak chuckles with you, crawling onto the bed to settle himself between your thighs.

"Don’t call me that childish name when I just made you come on my tongue, tanhì", he purrs into your ear, grinning, and the feel of his canine grazing your ear sends a shiver up your spine. Lo’ak then nuzzles his face into the crook of you neck, pressing his weight down on you and if it weren’t for the uncomfortable slick and sticky feeling between your thighs, you could actually enjoy this.

"Can you give me my underwear", you whisper, blushing, "please."

"No", Lo‘ak tells you ever so nonchalantly, face still buried against your skin. Your brows furrow and you can’t help but laugh, "What– Why?"

"I‘m keeping them", he says, "As a little souvenir."

Hearing that, makes a completely new wave of heat wash over you, lightening up your cheeks in crimson red.

"Perv", you mutter quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Hmh, yes I am. But you also can’t have them back because…"

Theres a pause, two arms snake around your middle and hug you tight, before he rolls over and drags you with him. You gasp at the sudden change of position, now straddling his stomach with him laying flat on your bed. Rising a brow, you look at him, waiting. Lo‘aks hands then grab you by the waist and he pulls you up in one fluid movement, your hands fly up to catch yourself just in time, both of them on the headboard of your bed now as your core hovers only mere inches from his face.

His breath his warm on your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body as it fans over the slick covering your inner thigh. Licking his lips, he grins up at you, the hunger in his eyes evident, as he says,

"Because I’m not done with you yet, tanhì."

[bubblebaththoughts]

Somnophilia

perv!Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikayan!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI! SOMNOPHILIA!!!, kinda dark, dubcon, pervy Lo’ak, Lo’ak is a little delulu, P in V, “unwanted” touches, Reader is Kiri’s best friend.

“Kiri! Stop it!” You shoved her off

“Ah- Someone has a crush!!!” Kiri teased

You both hear the flap of the tent-like marui pod swoosh open and then closed, neither bothered to look and see who it was as you two were basically in the middle of a wrestling match.

“You like him!” Kiri pointed in your face

“She likes who?” The person who walked in now spoke up, making you and Kiri finally look up to see who it was.

You knew who it was by his voice, Lo’ak. Kiri’s face dropped as she saw him, looking over at you for a second to widen her eyes.

“None of your business.” Kiri answered for you, crossing her arms at Lo’ak

He merely shrugged, passing the two of you to sharpen his hunting knife in the corner. He kept his head down, grinding the sharp edge against a stone as you and Kiri resumed your conversation.

You must have forgotten Lo’ak was there, and he could hear about your admiror“And then Nìtem was adjusting me and I-“

“Nìtem?” Lo’ak interrupted, almost dropping his knife “You like Nìtem?”

Your eyes snap up at him, a murderous glare.

“Brother, I suggest you keep your mouth shut.” Kiri warns, a stern look crossing her face

“Seriously? Nìtem!” Lo’ak scoffed

“What do you care?” You ask, your eyes narrowed at him

“I didn’t.” Lo’ak shook his head “I don’t care.”

“Mind your own business baby brother.” Kiri sassed

Lo’ak rolled his eyes, going back to sharpening his knife with a huff.

“I wanna go look at the stars.” You sighed, lying down on the floor and staring up at the low ceiling of the pod.

“Then go look at the stars.” Kiri suggested

“Are you going to come?” You perked your head up

“No it’s cold.” Kiri smiled “If you want to go out there, you’re on your own.”

“I’ll go.” Lo’ak said, lowly

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped listening in on my conversations.” Kiri’s eye glared around Lo’ak

“And I’d appreciate it if you would stop being such a baby.” Lo’ak sassed back to his sister.

“I’m going to look at the stars, I don’t care who comes.” You shrug, walking out by yourself

You hear footsteps beside you, Lo’ak’s footsteps.

“You really like Nìtem?” He asked softly

You shook your head, “No.”

“Then why-“ Lo’ak began

“Just because he came up in conversation doesn’t mean I like him.” You tell him, peeking back to see his face

You find an area that isn’t completely covered by trees so the stars were all visible.

“So why did you want to see the stars?” Lo’ak asked as you squatted down on the mossy ground

Your eyes snap up at him, “Why did you want to come out here with me?”

Your hands feel around the ground, making sure it was smooth so you could lay down to watch the sky.

“I asked you first.” Lo’ak countered as he got down on the ground next to you

“Because, I mean-. Look at them.” You pointed up at the sky. “They’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are.” Though Lo’ak’s eyes never left you as you were explained your reasoning

Your head turns to him, “So why did you come out here with me?” You repeat tour earlier question

“Just-“ Lo’ak began “Just gotta keep an eye on you.” He shrugged

You scoff, “If anyone should have an eye on them it should be you, Lo’ak.”

He mocks offense, placing a hand on his own chest, “How could you say that?”

“Whatever, troublemaker.” You roll your eyes, tilting your head back up to the sky “And stop staring at me, watch the sky.”

Lo’ak listens, for the first time ever, and readjusted himself to look up at the sky.

You are comforted by the silence of the world right now. The clan were all, for the most part, asleep. And soon you felt your eyes getting heavy and then very soon after that, you had drifted off to sleep.

Lo’ak hadn’t noticed until he had heard a light snore come from you. That’s when he looked over and noticed your sleeping form.

At first, he wanted to wake you up, but he felt it was best to leave you alone. But he didn’t want to leave you there, what kind of friend would he be if he left you there?

But it was cold out here, like Kiri had mentioned. He debated with himself, but figured if he just got close to you, your body heat would keep each other warm.

So Lo’ak scooted close to you, slipping his arm around your waist and holding you as close as he could allow himself.

Sleep wouldn’t come to Lo’ak like it did to you. Instead, all he could think about was how close he was to you, how the curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips, how your head rested on his shoulder, how hard he could feel himself getting.

He tried to brush it off, go to sleep, anything. This wasn’t the best time, at all.

He found that his hands had a mind of their own as they gently squeezed at your hips, absentmindedly pulling you back on forth on to him for some sort of relief.

Lo’ak shifted against you, his eyes flickering down to your sleeping face. You wouldn’t mind, right? Fuck it, he didn’t care.

He leant down, his lips peppered kisses on your neck as his long fingers slipped under your loincloth.

You sighed, making Lo’ak pause, he peeked down at your face, you were still asleep.

He continued his venture to your pussy, pushing your loincloth completely out of the way.

He had to hold back a moan as his fingers separated your soft folds, Eywa, you were so wet, so wet for him, you just didn’t know that, yet. His finger circled your clit for a moment before he moved it down to your tight hole.

He edged to tip of his finger in, watching your face for a reaction. Once you didn’t react, he sunk his finger in.

Your body naturally reacted to him, your walls gushed around his single finger. He smirked down at you, you were being so good for him.

Slowly, he started to gently thrust his finger in and out of you. While somehow still asleep, you arch your back against him, a low breathy moan leaving your lips. You were so reactive.

Suddenly, the best idea he’s ever come up with popped into his head. He pulls his finger from you with a quiet “pop”.

Lo’ak maneuvered himself from behind you and gently laid you on your back, He slowly untied your loincloth and discarded it. Then he spread your legs until he could fully see your pretty pussy, all splayed out tor him, dripping wet.

“Fuck, sevin…” He muttered to himself lowly as he sunk in between your beautiful legs.

He admired your beauty for a second before he used his fingers to hold your pussy lips apart so he would have better access to your little clit.

He leaned in, taking your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue on it. He began to hear your breathy sighs once again as he continued his advance on you.

You slowly begin to drift from deep sleep, feeling a beautiful sensation between your legs. Your eyelids flutter open and you can barely make out the silhouette of a figure hovering over your pussy. You soon realize that it's Lo’ak and he's definitely in between your legs, his tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.

“Lo’ak!” You gasped down at him

His eyes flickered up at you, a smirk falling on his lips before he looked back down to continue his meal.

His tongue is gentle and playful as it swirls in circles around your clit. His movements are slow and calculated as he teases you, running his tongue along your inner and outer lips. His breathing is heavy and you can feel his desire for you emanating from his body.

He slides his tongue back up to your clit and sucks it into his mouth, gently biting and licking it. You moan softly in pleasure and arch your back, pressing your hips up against his face. His hands wander up your body and he kneads your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he continues to pleasure you.

“Lo’ak… please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop… or to fuck you with his tongue harder.

Your desire for him grows and you can feel your orgasm building. He moves his tongue faster and faster, pushing you over the edge. You cry out as pleasure washes over you, your orgasm rippling through your body. He doesn't stop until every last wave of pleasure has passed and you collapse onto the ground, exhausted.

He crawled up to you, hovering over you.

“What the fuck Lo’ak!” You cursed at him, out of breath

“You wanted it, sevin. Your body was calling for me.” He grunted into your ear, then leaning down to kiss, bite, and suck on your neck.

“Aha- Lo’ak- You shouldn’t.” You try to push him away

“Why not, sevin?” He whined to you “Made you feel so good, didn’t I?”

“You did but-“ You began

“But what? No need to fight me if you want this. C’mon pretty girl, don’t make me stop.” He was more focused on leaving love marks on your neck than to listen to you

“We might get caught.” You tried to reason with him

“That’s a risk I’m definitely willing to take.” He moaned against your neck. “Besides, no one is awake sevin, no need to worry. It’s just you and me, and the stars.”

“Hah… Okay.” You give in

Your hands wander his body, gliding up his torso to his shoulders, then his neck as he peppered kisses on yours.

“I’ve wanted you…” He leaned in, kissing your lips “…for so long.”

“Lo’ak…” You whined against him

“Patience, sevin.” He remarked, pulling away, he brings his hand to your cheek, his thumb rested on your lips as he observed your beauty.

You feel his hands on every inch of your body, exploring the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, and the contours of your face. His lips follow suit, sending tingles down your spine as he leaves a trail of kisses across your skin. His hands wander further, pushing against your inner thighs as his mouth finds its way to yours.

His kiss is passionate and hungry, his body pressing against you as he holds you close. You feel yourself melting into him, every inhibition and worry slipping away as you succumb to his touch.

He continues to explore your body, like his hands and lips never want to be still for a moment.

His hands wander further south, caressing your inner thighs before he slips a finger inside of you. Your eyes close and you moan with pleasure as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you. You feel his hard cock on your thigh and you open your eyes to see him looking at you with pure desire. He moves his finger faster, and you arch your back as the pleasure builds inside of you.

“You getting close again?” He asked, teasingly

“Mhm..” You moan, too embarrassed to use your words

He slides his finger out, making you whine.

He moves so that he is on top of you, pushing his cock against your slick pussy. You gasp as he slides inside of you, filling you completely. He moves his hips in deep theusts, driving you wild with pleasure.

“That feels better, doesn’t it?” He whispered to you as he brought his finger back down to your cunt, this time focusing solely on your clit

“Faster… please.” You moan in response, trying to grind against his slow pace.

“You got it princess.” He smirked, speeding up his thrusts

“Ah! Lo’ak!”

“It’s okay, you’re right there aren’t you?” His head leaned down to kiss on your neck again

“Yes!”

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, until you can't take it anymore. You cry out as you reach the peak of pleasure, thrashing against him.

“You’re squeezing me so good sevin, c’mon, make me cum pretty girl.” He moaned

You pull him against you tightly, letting him decide the pace now that you had already cum.

With a whimper, he’s cumming, and he’s cumming deep inside of you.

You feel his warmth as he fills you with his cum, marking you as his own. You lay there, panting, your body still trembling from the pleasure he has given you.

“Told you we wouldn’t get caught.” He smiled, reaching to your face to push your hair back

“Whatever,” You whine, pushing at his chest

“You don’t think I’m going anywhere do you?” He asked with a tilt to his head “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He leans down, biting your neck gently and then whispers: “You’re mine now.”

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[jakexneytiri]

baby lo’ak was a menace i just know it

[anxiousdreamcore]

“There was no denying it, RDA descended back to Pandora after fifteen peaceful years, and the sky people are stronger than ever. Sorrow is brought upon the Na’vi once more as the younger generation is forced abandon their carefree lives in order to steel themselves for hell to come. Will they succeed in becoming formidable warriors after a life worth of tranquility? Can they close their hearts to unleash violence in the name of defending all that is dear to them? Will they cave into the cruelty?

How long will they keep that precious spark of innocence protected?”

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This was a project I’ve been working on and off with for almost two months and only recently got the energy to finish. I’m unsure if I can commit to writing the fanfiction itself yet, which will cover all of the Sully children and how they’re dealing with the new war in the period in-between the initial return of RDA and recom encounter, but at least I’m done with the cover! The idea is to mimic the comic book covers of the avatar franchise, and I chose Spider for it because Eywa knows he never gets the spotlight.

I wanted said cover to have a dark atmosphere that reflects the seriousness of Omatikaya’s situation and the loss of innocence for the younger cast of characters. The Spider we see here is a Spider that witnessed his home go up in flames and almost lost his family trying to escape Hell’s gate. He’s cried rivers and the only emotion left in him now is anger, so he is ready to kick ass and help the war effort in whatever way he can, which is demonstrated through how he glares the viewer directly in the eye. In this particular scene, by guarding the loot that they’re transporting to high camp via scorpion. The face paint is a variant of the one Trudy wore in the first movie and I saw it fitting for him to paint himself for the coming battle.

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(Do not repost my artwork on any other platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so and I will find out😘)

[fluorynn]

🩻 — 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐥. 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo’ak 〤 omaticayan!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : in which 4 years have passed after the incident. Change was normal to occur, but so was loss and grievance within that change. Change was something that had occurred within the youngest Sully boy when the RDA returned, when he had to flee from home and leave you behind, when the incident happened. When the Sullys returned after two years, Lo’ak instantly seeked for you, yet you’ve noticed he had changed both for the better and worse, and sometimes, most days, it had become for the worst. You’d given him many warnings throughout the year, as both of you have now reached adulthood and have committed to a relationship that at first begun with the constant lovesickness for one another, never ending touches, stolen kisses, but that was when you were mere teenagers, and as time went by, as change and grief and war came upon you, your relationship took a shift. Harsher he became, more reckless, impulsive, ignorant, inconsiderate, yet he promised he’d change for you. After every act and word, he promised to search within himself, within the past to try and find the Lo’ak he once was, the proper mate you deserved soon, the Lo’ak who you adored with your entire soul. Yet if you were to be sincere, you knew that after all these major events that happened to Lo’ak and after the months of not seeing him, he would not be the same, especially after the loss of Neteyam. You wanted to hang onto the sliver of hope, of sanity for yourself, because Lo’ak had not been the only one to have lost something, someone, yet it seemed that everyone always excused him for his behavior, nobody cared, especially Lo’ak. He was constantly out flying, ‘on patrol’, never returning to the hideout the Omaticaya People still had to endure, and his excuses only became more and more unreasonable. His father said the boy’s just under a lot of pressure, Kiri said he’d come around, but Neytiri did not; while she too grief, she too experienced major changes, it did not give her son the excuse to treat you with such heartless behavior. You loved Lo’ak, and you loved him ultimately and beyond compare. You loved him too much however, to the point where it blinded you from seeing the harsh reality that this indeed was not your Lo’ak anymore. The strong substance your people had, he somehow always found a way to consume it, practically reek of it without his family knowing — and you didn’t dare ‘rat’ him out. He wasn’t yours anymore, and every ounce of pain, of grief, of sadness you felt for him soon disintegrated. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, he was supposed to be the one bound to be your mate when the time came. But now, it seemed that he wasn’t suitable for you, and while 14 year old you promised his 14 year old self to never leave, you realized now why promises wound up empty. Everyone reaches a breaking point, and you are now finally acting upon it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : aged up!lo’ak, ANGST, 18+, thigh riding, fingering, grinding, mild kuru play?, overstimulation, soft!lo’ak, teasing, drinking/alcoholism — lo’ak’s insecure, stubborn, harsh and grieving still but masks it a bit well, reader is slightly sensitive, fed up w him, gives in to one more chance w him tho — italics in dialogue signifies they’re speaking Na’vi!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : pretty long, lol

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @bambithewriter @lilghostiequinni @pandoraslxna @avatarloverfrfr @dvxsja @princess-of-thebes-1995 @strongheartneteyam @talanyra

author’s note : Just in my feelings rn, LMAO. Neteyam series prologue will be posted soon ( hopefully….I just want to make sure it’s good and there’s enough but not too much detail to give away what may happen in future chapters — it’s one of those things where I’ve written the following chapters just not the one I should have actually put time in😭 —) but just thought I’d drop this — Lo’ak lovers, rise up! I hope you like it! Please don’t hesitate to comment, reblogs are appreciated! <33

“Good. You are up here.” You’re met with his back facing you mere feet away, the unkempt pattern of his stripes and the tense rise of his shoulders is more than enough for you to know it is him, especially when knowing that this spot is the single one reserved for him. Lo'ak Sully was left in a state of utter bewilderment, a feeling he thought he had long surpassed. Over the years, he had honed and heightened each of his senses to such an extent that no ordinary being could startle him anymore. However, you were no ordinary being, and that was precisely what captivated him. Your ability to consistently surprise and astonish him in unexpected ways kept him constantly alert and intrigued.

He gave a subtle glance to the object in his hold – a minor wooden cup filled to the brim with an alcoholic beverage — naer — one the Na’vi can smell before even spotting it for its scent is strong, vigor. At this point, there is no trying to hide or deny it from you. Even if he did try to throw it off the large branches he sat upon, the scent would be there, reeking around and on him. He had given you the vacant promise to back away from it, or very least try to yet make no effort in doing so. This drink that, while it tips one over for a bit of time, it also deprived feelings you could no longer do. Whatever had happened in his life, each burning drop down his throat and to his mind managed to fix for a minimum amount of time. Of course Lo’ak would not give this up – the opportunity to not feel anything to the bone.

“Your father said you did not show up for your training.” Your tone of voice was deficient of its common disappointment and despair, simply uttering as if you didn’t spare a care for it anymore.

“My father should learn to mind his own business and worry more about leading his People and fixing the damage done from the Sky People.” Lo’ak finally spoke, voice curt and Na’vi language gaining a thickness as he heard your subtle footsteps against branches. “I am not a child anymore.”

“You are right. You are not. But he is still your father, he worries for you. So does your mother.” You reminded him as if it were not known, reaching your spot next to his sitting frame only to spot what you’ve already suspected in his hold, taking in his physical state.

“Yeah well, he shouldn’t. He has no reason to, and neither does she.” His quip made your lips squirm down but said nothing as you observed the drink in his hand, the way his ear flitted from his own words, from your words in adding onto that his mother worries. A quirk settled between your browline but held your tongue for you did not want to start some meaningless quarrel. But Lo’ak could feel the distaste radiating from you, how you’re fighting the urge to scold him for his incapability to uphold his fair share of promises. What he doesn’t understand is why have you not done so?

“You look very pretty. Sevin ( pretty ).” He softly stated.

A small smile was all to be offered — one filled with slight remorse. His legs had been dangling down the edge of the thick lodge of glowing branch, and you pondered on doing the same as you’ve always done since you were children; swinging them above the small lake of water at the same pace he would, teasing him with a light nudge of your foot. But this time was different. Instead, you knelt beside him, knees bent beneath you and slightly tilted your body towards him. Lo’ak’s blazing irises scrutinized you the way he typically does, recognizing the strain your shoulders formed, as if you were on edge because of him. So, he took one more small swig of the liquid before his face started inclining forward to plant a light kiss on your lips. One that was fleeting – everything tied or related to Lo’ak was always fleeting.

Lo’ak’s lips very often suffused your mind from thought, so incongruous from right and wrong.

One moment Lo’ak offered his physical affections and pretty words.

The next, not even a split moment, he was causing you to suffer.

You now pondered where exactly this little act would land the both of you in.

You were the first to retract away from Lo’ak, not wanting to fall into his little patterned act. The kind of act of loving Lo’ak too destructively that overflowed everything with a single touch, and tug you back into him.

“What’s wrong?” He inquired, dark brows quirking.

Your coils lightly sway at the head shake given, yet he knew before you could have a chance to verbally utter the lie. “Lying’s not a good look for you.”

“I am not lying.” You were quick to snip out before you could contain your tone, palms pressing into your thighs that indicated the falseness of your words.

“Right.” His eyes rolled and bit, “There’s something you’d like to say?”

You can’t help but blink a few times. This was an opening, to say what was in your chest. “Srane ( yes ).”

A hum of boredom rang through the air. “Could have just said that then. No need to take the hard way around.” His golden eyes were drawn to the liquid in his hold, watching its faint glow swirl with the light flick of his wrist, and you wondered just how far gone was he. Normally, Lo’ak would have some sort of facade going on, one that’s filled with his now dry jokes and teasing smiles despite the fact that the both of you knew it was just a show. Yet now, he was unfazed of your presence as he brought the cup to his lips, throat bobbing with the largest swings he took.

Perhaps if you were standing, you might’ve tipped over and fallen to your death. He simply saw it written in bold letters right across your face. “I am not here to fight with you.” You quietly started.

“Then don’t.”

An exhale flared your cat-like nose at his crossed tone. “Okay, I will not but I am going to need you to drop whatever tone it is you’re trying to achieve with me.” Lo’ak, despite the abrupt changes spiking in him, was still your Lo’ak, so when he heard your warning, his ears pinned down by the sides of his head and eyes strayed to the ground below as an act of regret. This gave you some sliver of hope.

Not necessarily did you want Lo’ak to be unstable or uncertain with himself, it made you quite content that he’s grown into his fierceness. What was bothersome to you were his drastic changes, and it seemed what once went as two souls that twined perfectly for one another was now misplaced — your presence within his life wasn’t necessary any longer. The intoxication he was constantly washed in came with a smell too strong for your liking, too nauseating, too overwhelming for your senses. Tears swelled up in your eyes, yet you contained them. “I had thought you were going to quit.”

“If we’re speaking truthfully, I told you I'd try.” He corrected, smug voice paired with a stupid smirk.

“Hm, and have you?” You retorted and his brows hitched beneath his two thin cascades of braids. “Have you tried to quit?”

“You’ve got proof that I haven’t?” He shot back. You despised this, despised the person he’d become, despise that he seemed to knew precisely what he was doing and didn’t give two fucks about it.

“Let’s see — there’s Kiri, there’s Spider, oh there’s Tuk who tells me this!” Your voice carried a feign sweetness and surprise, watching how his brows crashed together with your sneered words. “This is the brother you wish for them to see? This is the person you want your future People to see, Lo’ak? Their possible future leader, the Tippling Olo’eyktan?”

“And what the hell is it to you, huh? We already know I’m not suit to be Leader.” His spiking temper was one to shut you up, but you did not fail to notice the light lash his tail made. “You’re not my mom, you’re not Tsahik, and you’re certainly not my mate. I don’t need you worrying over me. And I don’t need your constant annoying questions.” Your body shuddered, more so because of the harshness of his tone rather than the biting air. Your knees dug into the branch’s crippled surface, fingers winding into fists as your eyes quickly looked down. Eywa was witness to the sensitivity you’d gain over the years, the years Lo’ak happened to be in.

“It’s not common for some warm body to ask this much from their future Olo’eyktan either.” He added.

Lo’ak’s words striked you with force, causing you to physically and instinctively recoil from the sharp sting of it. The deep slice within your heart, cleanly tearing into two parts. Perhaps in some pieces, some hindsight, it could have been described as that if you didn’t add onto the fact that the both of you grew up together, the fact that he didn’t have the simplicity of courage to call you by the true title he once proudly uttered you as; his. His bound-to-be mate, his girlfriend.

“A warm body? That is all I am to you?” You questioned, and Lo’ak — pondering whether his mistake was to tell you the definition of those words in human terms or perhaps the true, more common mistake he noticed that was clearly etched in his features — gained regret behind those lax-colored eyes of his. But it was masked, tightly trapped beneath this filthy portrayal of pride, egotistical, brash and reckless man. Not even a man, a boy. “Lo’ak!”

Instead of giving you a proper answer, he threw you a side glance, one filled with provocation. The scoff emerging from your throat was inevitable, and you nodded. If this was how he wished to act, then fine. It will make the forthcoming situation much easier for you then. The only way to get through with this was if you treat him as if he was nothing to you. “We must speak.”

Push through the heartache, the pain, the way it tore you apart. You must start to truly see him for who he was in this present moment.

And what you saw was not your Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was listening, you could tell by how his ears slightly flitted up, but he said nothing. Simply awaiting for you to proceed as he took another sip.

“I…” You felt the affliction that tried clawing its way up your throat, your eyes fixating on the ground and you stayed quiet for a while.

“Just spill it already.”

“I have come to say goodbye, Lo’ak.” His slamming shock is beyond thrilling. You had been seeking, some, any type of sign that would prove Lo’ak’s care for you — and perhaps this was the answer; the high perch of his ears, the broadening of his eyes, the hitched breath. Nonetheless, it was too late. He had created his situation, and now he would have to accept the consequences.

“What do you mean g-goodbye?” He stammered, and the cup was now abandoned and falling to the ground that was far below the both of you.

“Ah, so now you can speak!”

“Enough,” he inhaled deeply. “And answer the question.” The audacity this skxawng had. You are firmer with your words “Srane. Goodbye, Lo’ak.”

“And where exactly are you going? And when exactly were you going to tell me?” He spat out in distaste and disapproval, body fully turning towards you.

“The Tipani Clan.” You responded with an edge of sass. “I am telling you right now, aren’t I?”

His response was immediate, loud and he shook his head despite your answer was to be expected, knowing that one of your deceased parents descended from there. “The Tipani Clan? What about—” He halted his sentence from speaking of himself, of how if you left, you’d be tearing apart from him and taking it with you. But fear of vulnerability halted him from doing so, so instead he dodged it. “What about your duties here? I thought you promised to be here for your People in case the Sky People returned. To help rebuild.”

“Lo’ak, I am telling you that I am leaving and all you care about speaking is duty? Are you serious?” He instead looked away from you, too stubborn to answer, so you said his name again. He ignored you.

“Lo’ak, fucking look at me.” It was the rarity of hearing you speak English and the vulgar word thrown in the mix that caught Lo’ak’s attention, gold orbs flickering to you in an instant and you immediately notice the diversity of emotion pooling them.

“So all that matters to you, is my duty to the Omaticaya? For me to not be here as a fixer upper for them? You only care about that being broken? Is that the only thing that matters in that head of yours?”

No. The response was, should have been a fierce no. You were constantly, always in Lo’ak’s head. He yearned for you extravagantly, and besides staying alive for the sake of his family, you were one of the few things he could find himself caring for. There would be many cold and curt swears to never trust, to never care or love after losing someone who not only qualified as a good mate, but a loving one, is what Lo’ak thought, he knew it. If you left him — when you left him, he would be done with it, with the twinge of good, of hope. He’d be completely shut off from ever seeking a mate to be bonded with under Eywa’s will, he would not care of continuing the legacy of his name despite him now being the only son. His heart, the heart you once saw as fearless and strong, would be guarded by much thicker, massive walls, and that small space would only become constricted by the waves of his tears. While you were everything to him, you were not sufficient enough to spare him the grief. At least not alone.

While he has grown, while he has sculpted his abilities and became nearly as mighty as his big brother, under all that was still a broken, hurt boy filled with guilt. He could not allow himself to get rid of that part of himself. He could not shed enough tears to move past everything that happened, that he had seen and lost.

Lo’ak loved you, he was deeply in love with you. And perhaps another thing that has changed was that he could not depend everything on you, and instead needed other things, distractions despite it being selfish. He needed to fly because it could get him away from the ground and connect to the closest thing that felt like Neteyam, he needed to drown himself in that alcohol the Na’vi made because it drowned away all the pain and misery his family went through and still hold, the burden to try and add up to something, someone he will never be able to fill. But while he’s engulfed himself in all that, he could pretend that his family wasn’t broken. That it was the same, once happy family it once was 5 years ago. The one that still had Neteyam’s presence, the one that still had a father rather than a commanding leader. In this minor haven of numbness, he could still pretend that those once fond memories were fresh, remembered the way they were supposed to be reminisced. He could not just let it go.

Meanwhile, Lo’ak’s silence was tearing you apart, fragmenting your heart into pieces. But now you knew, you saw the truth. You could not keep a desperate grasp around old words and acts anymore, for now they were faint. Empty. Pointless gifts of a said courting that was going nowhere. Loving phrases and charming grins he more than knew could accomplish in capturing your heart.

But now it was clear as day that it meant nothing to Lo’ak. You meant nothing to Lo’ak. He did not love you as much as you loved him.

His throat cleared, and thickly spoke in English. “Your place is here, Y/N.” His eyes refused to meet yours, jaw narrowed enough to demonstrate he was clearly upset, though you’re not certain why.

“It was.” The correction you gave his words finally made everything click. His gaze lingered on the lake’s neon glow before lifting to look at you, trying to catch your own. The pretty decorated braids that framed his face moved with the motion of his head slanting to the side. He repeated your word, squinting before shaking his head and more so whispering to himself, “You’re leaving.”

Sharply exhaling, you finally uttered, “I am also here to end things between us, Lo’ak.”

Again, he was bewildered, and the cut breath he released made it known. Eyes darted over each feature upon your face, as if trying to commit it all into his memory, panic slowly seeping within him. “Can…I can say something, right?” His tone still carried its infamous jeer, but you suppose that was the last you deserved. You were the first to engage in this conversation. When you grant him the permission to speak, he wasted no second in taking advantage of it.

“W-where’s this coming from?”

You’re more than certain more inquiries will follow, and one or two questions will satisfy his little interrogation.

“What’s the motive behind all this, huh? How long you’ve been planning this, to leave me?” Lo’ak’s voice was one that never faltered nowadays — he, much like his father, was a fierce speaker. You knew that Lo’ak did not like to be kept in the unknown, in hiding. But now his voice was rather meek. His once honed gaze turned rounder, emphasizing that he may cry. What you despised most in this moment, was that it unphased you. Before this, all the trouble and conflict spiking between you and your Lo’ak, his tears were your least favorite thing in this entire existence. Out of everyone, you once believed Lo’ak was the least of them all to deserve the brim of tears. That he deserved happiness. The sight of them always managed to tear you bit by bit with every fallen droplet, and now it hardly mattered. While you do still very much believe that he indeed deserved happiness, you’ve reached your limit. You’ve devastatingly accepted that you could not restore that happiness in Lo’ak.

“Few weeks. A month maybe.” You answered faintly. You use the best of your abilities to keep a firm composure. It would be miserable to cry, especially right then and there. Lo’ak stumbled through his repetition of your answer, dubiety twisting your features, mind and heart. You cannot seem to comprehend the sudden shift of his act. The authentic perplex and strain to recall what went wrong as if he never saw this coming from you.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry, Y/N—” His long arms extended, touch reaching to collide with you, yet he reluctantly retracted back as if he’d been scorched by some blazing flame of a barrier around you. He repeated his apology, scrambling to try and find whatever pieces he’s broken and bring them back together while trying with all his strength to not lose his damn mind. “Lemme mend this — y-you have to let me mend this, okay?”

His voice is desperate, pleading, and it was as if he’s speaking without wanting to hear reason. Lo’ak may not be known for his smartness, but he was clever with certain things. To you, Lo’ak was everything. But even so, that usual thick headed mind of his was unable to get himself out of this one.

“Y/N, we can — it’s mendable.” His head was repeatedly bobbing up and down, and it told you that perhaps you’ve brought him out of his drunken state. Brought him back to Pandora, at least for a split moment, you thought.

“I think it is too late now, ma Lo’ak.” His eyes shuttered and he let out a quivered exhale. “Baby, don’t say that, please—” He reached for you again, this time pushing through the fear and on with it. He couldn’t help the slightness of grimace upon him when his hands cut into your self-obtained space, and it was then that he realized why that burn had been a great protection for you.

Anxious, panic-stricken he was, digits winding around the bareness of your hips and wasted no second in tugging you upon his lap. “Please…just give me one more chance a-and let me mend this, yeah? Baby?”

The expanse of his palms quivered when they lifted to your cheeks, your own gripping the taut muscles of his shoulder blades to maintain your balance, to keep yourself steady from the pleading within his green-speckled hues. The air surrounding Lo’ak reeked of that forsaken alcohol, entangled through his braids, the essence of his blue flesh, his accessories.

You take him in; the faint violet flushed beneath the sockets of his eyes, the drain that highly beseeched at you with every syllable tumbling from his cloying lips. “I’m….fuck.” His breathing was escalating; more turbulent, almost hysterical as he tried retaining every part of you inside of himself.

Without your willingness, you’re gently moved, yet still, your form remained unyielding.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and you know that.” His softly hushed words were right. You knew he meant them. While Lo’ak’s emotional avoidance over the last few years had been quite a lot, it did not make him exceedingly insensitive. He was full of many pretty words, but never once did he utter abundant words into existence without purpose. But what you only wished for was that he’d been able to say them sooner. Could have been swarmed with the realization and recognition of you before you’d made it to the edge of the cliff above the depths. All that was left for you to do in order to escape was to take the act in plummeting. To end things with Lo’ak, to start anew with your own life.

It is unattainable, you’re more than convinced that this is the end of the path for the both of you. Even with that said forged in your mind, you nodded still. Purposeless it was to see him in this state of franticity and fear of the prospect of losing you burdening your heart. You may feel repentant later on, but you’re to leave once this is finished, once this is over with and you’d never return to the Omaticaya. Lo’ak was to be an experience of your past. He would hate you then, hate you for an eternity for what you were to do, but you knew he would be okay. What he needed was his family. To fix those cracks, to patch those injuries. To improve himself, Lo’ak must and will find a way to find his true self beneath all those layers of resentment and suffering.

That was all that ceased to matter.

“I can mend this? You’ll let me?” You nodded once more, but he did the opposite in an act of disapproval. “Nah, I need to hear it. Let me hear you.” His voice was glazed with true, raw pain, something you haven’t heard from him in such a long time. “Please, Y/N…”

“You can mend this, ma Lo’ak.”

“Y-you promise me that?” He questioned, and for a moment you faltered. It’d be much more deceiving for him to know you were lying. So you don’t, and instead you let the tips of your four fingers stray to the nape of his neck and pull him into a kiss. And in this moment, you knew that you had never loved with such depth, such fervor with every fiber in your being.

You were aware that once you vanished from here, the fractures etched in your heart would scorch, ablaze to the point where you would feel every flicker and pain. With that being said, you poured it all into this one kiss, one that seized every ounce of respiration from his lungs. Vehementing it was. Vehementing you were, of course. His mind was nebulous; hazy, too fucked over — but you were here. In amidst the turmoil of an inner war, you. He loved you profoundly, and he knew you well. Well enough to know what the next day would bring. He knew why you were contributing to this, why you were granting him the belief that his pathetic attempt of resolution would be enough.

You loved Lo’ak as well.

The thought of facing a day without your presence gracing his life churned his chest with a crushing sense of loss, the palpitating organ within bending and compressing as if some being had reached and tried bending it to their own taunting will. He must give you everything, he had to give you everything, risk it all, and perhaps it would be sufficient. This time it is Lo’ak who retreated from you, dark lashes fluttering against the warmth of your cheek while his eyes perused over your face just one more time.

“You know that no matter where you go, you’ll always be mine.” His words were not a question, more so a statement of persistence and certainty the both of you felt and knew deep within your bones.

“You do understand, yeah?” You could hardly form a verbal response, though you do not give him the opportunity to bask in his little glory, and instead your hands, the ones currently on his shoulders, slid to the beaded necklaces encasing his toned neck, fingers tangling through them. “If you’re going to do something, get on with it.”

Lo’ak can’t help the soft smirk hoisting his cheek at your clipped tone and grumbled, “Impatient much?” Candidly speaking, this was perhaps the closest he was to being himself. That brilliant smile you haven’t seen in so long resisting the urge to be the prime focus of attention. A pity, really, for you.

“You still trust me?” He noticed your indecisiveness. He doesn’t give you time to respond for he soon added on, “Like this?” and that almost immediately changed the answer. The adapted pads of his fingers grazed down the dip of your neckline and to the elegant line of your collarbone, peering down your figure. “Do you trust me enough to have you like this?”

Your chin slightly dipped bashfully as you nodded. His brows drew together and hissed in a breath. “I wanna hear you say it then. Make this easier for the both of us.” Your delicate beaded chest piece subtly heaved from the ascent your chest made, and he could not help but laugh, eyes crescent-shaping with the sound, at your irritated voice. “I trust you, Lo’ak.”

“Good.” he muttered softly beneath his breath while letting his hands fall and secured themselves to your hips.

Yes, good, you repeated the single word in your own mind.

“You’d give yourself to me right here, right now?” He questioned, and you stuttered at this. It wasn’t the upmost ideal thing, for this spot practically belonged to you and Lo’ak was perhaps the most reserved place within the Forest since you were children. But it was the Forest, and you never knew who from the People could be wandering around. The thought of someone stumbling upon you and the Olo’eyktan’s son out in the open petrified you.

Though it seemed your pussy thought otherwise and did not mind one bit of this idea.

“S-srane ( yes ).” Firm was your word, and it pleased Lo’ak. Muscle memory it became when his palms created a path upwards from your hips. Palms that held such tenderness as they splayed up your stomach, blunt nails beginning to faintly engrave themselves into the azure flesh of your waist, soon following your midsection to endearingly trace over the pretty stripes decorated there.

The strokes he caused made you squirm in his lap, body curling slightly to the side and your nose twitched cutely. “Lo’ak, enough—” your plea went ignored once more by him.

“Do y’know how pretty you are?” Lo’ak’s words caused your heart to skip a rather large beat. Curse his idiotic mouth, curse him. Curse his abilities to have you melt with a single breath of his lungs.

“Our People always speak about the Great Mother’s beauties. Saying how she spent a great deal on Pandora,” he murmured and you didn’t hesitate to listen, even despite the light acts created from his touch that have your abdomen twitching.

“But gosh, I think you’ve bested her.” He exhaled almost breathlessly, as if the weight of his words were too grand and exquisite from being spoken to existence, to you. You saw nothing but sincerity in his face, blinking rapidly when he tapped your hip and uttered, “Take it off now.”

His demand left no inch of a room for a disagreement, so without further hesitation, you hitched yourself a bit up while wobbly fingers perched down and into the weaves of your tewng, slipping the garment off. You more than knew that when he meant to take it off, he meant to discard everything — such as your little chest piece. But almost as if it were a challenge, you do not. This drew a chuckle out of Lo’ak and you rolled your eyes despite settling back down on his thigh.

His mouth moving hot against yours, and for a second your entire world stilled, the remaining fragments of your heart plummeted, the wild fluttering as the single thing inside of you capable of sustaining life. Your ache, your beautiful, throbbing, lifelong ache dwindled for a moment as Lo’ak’s mouth meshed with yours. He kissed you fiercely, fingers brushing the lower swell of your breast, breathing existence back into your being, and it was then that you moaned lowly for him.

When he ripped his mouth away from your own, it was when his fingers found their way down the dips of your stomach, outlining the lower section, soon curling around the upper muscle of your thighs to part them just a bit more, dragging two deftly fingers through the growing mess between.

“Even when that pretty head of yours wanna hate me, this body can’t resist me, hm?” He retracted his hand as he spoke, long enough to glide those two fingers between his lips, humming contently around them before pulling them out. They were profusely coated with his spit, making it such an effortless task to increase the mess worse. Its pads nudged back and forward between your slit, occasionally granting nurturing circles to your nub. Your mind was becoming warped within the lust, back to clutching onto his shoulders for steadiness.

Your nails punctured the muscles there with the longing to grind against something, anything. “You’re so damn wet, mamas.” The foreign nickname had force in tearing out a sharp gasp from your throat, and he huffed out a chuckle while absorbing all the moist sensation.

“ ‘m gonna have you all fucked up on my fingers, then some more with my dick, how does that sound?” The sensation of his dark plaits grazed your cheek, lips adding on when they brushed your flickering ear. “You want that, Y/N/N/?”

You could not do anything more than whine, allowing your hips to wind forward in hence to catch every languid swipe of his slim fingers against you. Your body quaking, head pummeling as you padded near the pleasure.

Pleasure which you more than knew was not healthy. It was as if adding a single aid to a severe wound. The following day, you would detest yourself to the core for giving into this thrilling temptation; the thrusts he gave your tightened cunt, the kisses shared between your swollen mouths, the caresses given to your skin, all of this would create much more difficulty for you to move on.

Lo’ak’s fingers wasted no time in swatting against your swollen clit, pads of each digit rubbing gingerly over. Sensitive it was, every swipe causing your entire body to stutter.

You can feel more arousal oozing out of your cunt, adhering to Lo’ak’s constricting thigh. His flesh would be tainted with your slick, his dangling braids and pretty coils would be ruined with every slight tug given by the time you were done. Though he could not bring himself to care about it, he was not letting you go at this moment, he could not ever bring himself to do it.

The momentum of his overworked digits were lethal, you'd be culminating in a matter or seconds. The hand currently entangled within Lo’ak’s hair suddenly disappeared to slide down the base of his thick queue, fingers delicately curling around the sensitivity while you began to subtly gyrate your hips forward, the stimulation becoming much more direct and effective.

Though the act made from your dainty touch caused his jaw to go slack, pupils engulfing the golden pools of his eyes as a soft hiss whispered from his mouth.

"Look at you go, baby…" Tongue peeked out just to glide over his honed incisors before teasingly reaching forward to lightly bite your pouting lower lip, gaze never tearing from yours.

Everything is what you were to him.

The brimming of your orgasm deepened inside the center of your lower belly, spiraling bit by bit. “Hey, no, look at me, mamas.” His tone is low but beseeching, words practically breathing into you, directing you to obey his plea despite the violent desire to let your head slant back if it weren’t for another one of his pleas catching you, voice caressing the tethers of your soul.

“Please look at me, sevin. Lemme see you when you fall apart for me, yeah?” And it was then that you were reminded of your thoughts from earlier.

How fucking perilous Lo’ak’s mouth could be.

“Ma L-Lo’ak—” His name was uttered in a whine, clutch becoming firmer around the single braid of his as you compelled yourself to remain in eye contact with the Sully son. He squirmed yet didn’t reprove you and continued his work between your legs despite the building-up ache bulging between his own, three fingers dipping lower to gather more slick before adding it to his pattern against your throbbing clit.

“I-I’m close,” you huffed out, and Lo’ak nodded deliberately, the subtle movement of his pleading face mesmerizing you. “C’mon, lemme see it happen. Lemme see what I do to you, how good I make you feel, hm?”

"Hmm— L-Lo’ak, you're gonna make me cum." Perhaps you were nearly driven to tears when Lo’ak craned his neck forward again, though this time his lips pecked over the pink contours of your scrunched nose first, sweet, loving kisses falling over each star-like speck across your cheeks, beginning to create a path all over your face.

“You’re doing so, so good f’me. Always so fucking sweet to me." His breathy muttering oughted you to look away abashed, flustered.

"You love the boy you knew, don't you?"

"You're not a boy anymore — y-you’re to be grown, to to be Olo’eyktan o-one day." You reminded him curtly, words tumbling from your lips as you tried focusing more towards your pleasure.

"Nah, no." His head shook, the two braids aligned to each of his cheeks swaying from the motion. "Grown — Grown Lo’ak is very different from boy Lo’ak, isn't he?"

Your heart couldn’t help but falter at this, a muskiness kissing your waterline, blinding your senses as you stared at him solemnly. "I love every version of you, ma Lo’ak. I just love you."

Agitation suddenly crumbled his pretty features, and brokenly whispered, “Then why are you choosing to leave me?"

You truly did want to answer him despite the way your heart nearly plummeted to your stomach, yet it was difficult to. His lips sweetly found their place over your face again, prickling your flesh as if pointed needles.

“L-Lo’ak." He merely hummed at the low warning. "It’s okay, just go ahead mamas. I know." He whispered against your flushed cheekbone.

"Cum for me, you've been so good, sevin. My pretty girl." Your chest heaved overwhelmingly, the tips of your ears flirting with each of the pretty, earnest words he reiterated, swelling the urge for you to sob. "Perfect and pretty. The only girl, my only babygirl."

And perhaps you would sob.

"All you have always done is take care of me, huh? But who takes care of you?" His working hand dragged up, and the sudden act caused you to jolt. Lo’ak’s free arm and hand, however, wasted no second in coiling around your midsection in order to keep you from moving away.

"Just wanna make it up to you, tìyawn. Just tell me that's what you want from me." He beseeched, nose nuzzling into the line of your trembling jaw.

“Y-yes, that is what I want, ma Lo’ak. Please, please, please. T-Take care of me — make me cum— make it up t-to me, Lo’ak, please." A moan rumbled in the center of your throat for Lo’ak felt it when his lips twisted upwards into a wide grin. “Then do it — c’mon, cum for me, baby. Let it out…”

He didn’t need to instruct it twice for you came in an instant. It washed over with a moan, long and broken, your head seizing forward and into the crevice of said neck and broad shoulder. Damped lips were immediate to latch onto the future Olo’eyktan’s neck, biting, suckling, and softly licking the striped flesh, body quivering as you were thrown over the edge.

Your walls twitched around a vacant place, and Lo’ak kneaded your abused numb through the aftershocks as the pearlescent proof of your release pooled out of your cunt. "Fuuck, my pretty girl, doing so damn good for me." He crooned sweetly, the long length of his lashing tail somehow finding its way to tenderly coil around the thigh clenched by his side.

You faintly feel the swift movements of his hands reaching down to fiddle with his own tewng, yet the dread was too heavy for you to react.

It was only then when you realized that Lo’ak was not stopping his tempting assault that you found the strength to peer hazily down at where your pussy and Lo’ak’s fingers met. He was still playing with your pussy, flexing digits coating themselves in your sweet essence before ramming them right into your much sensitive hole.

He was immediate in starting at a brutal pace, so engrossed in searching for the spot that would have you squirting all over him.

"L-Lo’ak, Lo’ak, no w-wait, please— " Yet he had decided to not listen to your cries. Not even looking at your face, no, his gaze was enthralled with the way his fingers are digging you out, the way you swallowed them whole, nearly becoming one with them.

"No, you must take it. You can take it.” He forewarned but your head was shaking in denial, a sob flying out your mouth. “K-Kehe ( no ). I-I can’t, m-ma Lo’ak—”

“But you can, baby. I know you can.” His brows furrowed softly together, brushing against your browline as his forehead kissed yours. “And you know how I know that? Hmm?”

Stammers were the only that managed to be formed. “Because I know you, Y/N. I am the only one who knows you better.” He fed you the answer he had been seeking for and your chin jutted up and down. “Or am I not, mamas?”

“Y-yes, L-Lo’ak, it is you — just you.” A chuckle proudly spewed from him. “And who knows this pretty pussy better than me?” Hips jerked forward, whining with a gasp at the harsh deepness of his digits. Your grip on his queue released, palms scattering out and planting on each side of Lo’ak’s angular face as you kept his attention locked towards you.

“N-no one, ma Lo’ak. N-no one—”

Lo’ak nodded firmly, “That’s what I thought, baby. Now, let me treat her the way she deserves to be treated, okay?” His mouth brushed over your lush one, yet didn’t necessarily grant you the yearn of a kiss. Not as he noticed the subtle flash of upset striking your face.

“Just one more chance for tonight.” He added after a pause. “You’ll let me have her for tonight, won’t you, Y/N?”

You whined shamelessly, “Y-yes, o-oh! P-please, Lo’ak—”

“That’s the Y/N I know,” His praise went by tenderly while the act between your legs was entirely distinct, much more carving, exhilaratingly burning you. “My Y/N, my girl.”

Your pussy was well acquainted with the feel of Lo’ak’s touch, a rather hefty debate between said cock and fingers. Every single adapted ridge, divot, arch. Always, always taking him so well, so eagerly, prettily desperate for Lo’ak.

"You're so wet." He grunted, pupils dilating in awe from the brief yet sufficient enough glance given to the drenching mess. "Need you to tell me how it feels."

“So good, Lo-Lo’ak. You make me feel so, so good." Lo’ak liked you like this, all in a drunken daze, vocals all garbled up.

"You gonna cum, mamas?" You could not even answer, not as your body actively chased every thrust. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers so good. Jeesh, you're so damn perfect." He rasped lovingly, "Love having you like this…you’re everything to me, you know that?”

The words were meant more to himself, yet you heard him all the same. “L-Lo’ak." you muttered though the tut his tongue made kept you from proceeding, head shaking. “Shh, don’t say anything. I jus’ want you to cum for me, got it? Flood my shit.”

You felt every curl, every nudge his fingers gave the most sensitive spot within, your insides coiling, rattling all at once to the point where you nearly lost all feel of your lower body, all sense of the way your tail swiveled, the way your limbs quivered. “Make a mess all over your future Olo’eyktan, hm?”

The hand grasping your hip rose to press against the rising arch of your back, encouraging the pretty dip to take shape while your inner thighs clenched around Lo’ak’s palm.

But the continuous push to your back flushed you forward, thighs yanking open with the lankiness of his lower abdomen shoving between. The act caused his fingers to retreat from your weeping hole and knead them sloppily upward. The intensity of your subsequent climax came in high waves when he slumped them back inside, pumping once, twice, three times all in one before he was pulling back to stimulate your pulsating clit.

White spasms of what could be compared to blazing stars overcome your vision, a shriek rippling from your hoarse throat while you drizzled your release all over Lo’ak, the hands once cradling his face dragging down to the length of his neck and jabbing your thumbs into the hollow of his constricting throat. Tears cascade down your glowing, flushed cheeks, a never ending streak assisted by the river flowing from your cunt — an enthralling combination that had Lo’ak feeling ecstatic.

"Mhm, that's it, baby. Just ride that shit out for me…that’s it, there you go." His encouragement had your body feeling dazed and spent as you leaned forward to flush yourself against Lo’ak’s dampened chest, ear flickering at the rumbled sound he created.

"You did so good for me." Lo’ak muttered into your other ear, mouth grazing the point of it. "So, so good." The length of his palm moved to cradle the curve of your head as he felt the racketing your body created, watched the sways your lovely tail created before it nestled right beside his thigh.

"Your pussy's so perfect, made to take me, made to listen to me, isn’t that right?” You couldn’t help not answer from the embarrassment clutching at you, and instead nuzzle the tip of your nose over a glowing speck on his cobalt striped chest.

"Nga yawne lu oer ( I love you )." This was sincerely declared with a brush of a kiss to your head. "I do, I really, really do." He insisted, and he couldn’t evict the sniffles following that scrunched his nose afterwards. "I am sorry, very sorry for the way I’ve acted."

You were too exhausted to create some sort of movement, but one thing that was for certain was that Lo’ak preferred it this way. It made the act of speaking, of apologizing much easier for him.

"God, I really have been so selfish, haven’t i?” A deep furrow found its way to your forehead at his self chastising, at the way he was combined, conflicted between uttering this to you or to himself. “You will still leave. You won’t be here anymore. This is really happening, isn’t it?”

Another stiff sound left Lo’ak, so meek, so lost before sweetly adding, “I promise I did try. For you, I really tried. F-for them — for my family. To be what they need— what you needed.” A sob strangled within his throat, mind nearly beginning to descend into that fogging darkness. “A-and I know it’s not an excuse, I know it’s been years but after we left, a-after Neteyam—”

Yet the gentle, secure entanglement of your arms pulled Lo’ak from that mindset, and he found solace within this embrace, keeping him close, letting him feel and know that you were there.

“Q-quiet. Enough — do not do this to yourself.” You stammered out softly, a light kiss meeting his collarbone. “We still have one more chance, ma Lo’ak. One more chance within this night. One more chance to pretend that this is not our future, to pretend that everything is fine, yes? Do not waste it by recounting your regrets, okay?”

Lo’ak’s mind geared this over, and in there, and in his heart, he more than knew that he will never be able to bring himself to love with such force as the way he loved you. Yet still, even now he could not express it in a good, healthy, proper way that you truly deserved. He would find a way to prove it, however. To show, to act, to live by it as if it was the very sole purpose of his life. Lo’ak would find the pieces of himself beneath all this tethered and tainted pain, and bring them together within himself in order to bring himself back to life.

Lo’ak would do it for you. For his family.

So you could learn to love him again.

But he would do it for himself as well.

In order for him to learn to love himself again.

"Wipe your tears for right now, okay? I am still here. I am right here in front of you." Lo’ak’s firm arms surrounded your frame into a hold that was soothing, familiar, full of strength. It blossomed molten warmth within your chest, erupting an arsenal of emotions.

"Whatever you — whatever you wish to give I will take." you ended meekly and Lo’ak was certain he had fallen for you all over again. Yes, his climb back to victory would be well worth it. For you to look at him one day, and to once again see him as the boy you loved, the man you will love, the man you admired so profoundly. It made Lo’ak’s entire heart begin to tremble, along with the curves of his lips.

"Alright then, sevin. Just take a breather and rest for a while, yeah? Our night's just getting started."

[bambithewriter]

M. - Ma karyu, ma tutepe

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 avatar boys as romantic tropes.

✶ featuring: neteyam, aonung, lo’ak, spider, and rotxo.

✶ warnings: fluff, humor, crushes, pretty lengthy cus i got carried away, just boys being boys, lowercase intended!

✶ a/n: i remember seeing a trope post and thought it’d be fun to do! i also feel like i wrote too much but nonetheless happy reading :-)

〘 neteyam 〙⠀:⠀unrequited required first loves.

neteyam seems like the type of person to not really be looking for any kind of romantic relationship; he’s way too busy with trying to keep an eye on lo’ak and all that other olo’eyktan in training business he has. when you finally confess, he lets you down gently, “i hold you dear to my heart, but not in that way, i’m sorry.” “oh, no worries. friends?” “friends :)” you’re upset, obviously he wouldn’t think of you like that, he has too much on his plate to even think of a relationship, but you’re cool with being friends if it meant you still got to be near him. (truthfully when you confessed, he was wondering why his heart was palpating violently like it was about to jump out his chest and run away, and why the air felt hotter than usual.) after a while, neteyam realizes that he does, in fact, love you as much as you love him. neteyam felt so stupid, and he would do anything to prove that he’s loved you for the longest. “i was stupid to realize so late, that my heart has always belonged to you.”

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〘 aonung 〙⠀:⠀bullying you cause he wants you.

aonung reminds me of those elementary school boys who bully and tease the people they have a crush on, and i mean this in the nicest way possible. he realizes his feelings quick and comes to terms with it (sorta), but it takes this idiot so long to even say something about it that you’re genuinely convinced he just doesn’t like you. despite his nonchalant front, he’s definitely the first person to notice something different with you and starts touching. got a new hairdo? “oooh trying to impress someone? (please say me)” he’s twirling your lock around his finger with a smirk on his face. new set of top and loincloth? “you made these yourself? a 5 year old could do better! (please go out with me)” he’s tugging on the top, you swat his hand when he reaches for your cloth. you later on find out that he does have a thing for you, but you’d have to be the one to make the first move, sorry! this boy is too prideful, but don’t worry, it’s easy to make aonung crack, any type of affection from you would have this boy on his knees in mere seconds. “if you liked me you could’ve just told me.” “i don’t like you???” “nung we're literally holding hands?” “...ok and????”

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〘 lo’ak 〙⠀:⠀reckless loser who you would do anything for, something along the lines of blooming puppy love.

lo’ak is a very quiet character i haven’t quite gotten down yet, but he definitely has little to no idea about romance, nor does he really care about it–he’s just here to have fun and cause trouble. you, on the other hand, are completely smitten with him. you follow him wherever he asks you to go, even if you felt like it wasn’t a good idea–you knew he would never purposefully put you in danger, surely not. “your dad is going to beat the hell out of you if he finds us here” “not if i tell him you’re with me!” touché. he’s a man of little words, so physical affection is his go to, along with him dragging you places. you both definitely have a super secret hideout some place no one knows about. he calls you “bro” which you’re fine with but you only get confused when he does things like hold your hand (for such a long time too, you once counted 32 seconds in your head), so you’re just like–is he into me too or...? not to mention, tuk definitely tries to play matchmaker, despite lo’ak’s embarrassed protests. “tuk, shut up!” “blehh :P”

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〘 spider 〙⠀:⠀both pining but are too stupid and stubborn to realize, everyone sees it except the both of you.

you and spider have liked each other since you two started walking. everyone’s sick of you tiptoeing around each other’s feelings and it’s baffling how oblivious the both of you are. the subtle touches and lingering glances grew more and more, yet you still weren’t sure if spider liked you in that way–and vice versa. let lo’ak make some sort of comment about it, spider gets defensive immediately “bro! shut up!! i don’t like them like that!!!” “wooaaahh spider don’t pull out the 9!” get lost in each other’s eyes once and all of a sudden that means you two should kiss right then and there. somehow jake gets involved? “aren’t you two dating?” “what?!?!? no we aren’t!!!” damn y’all might as well be! despite the both of you getting pep talk from kiri and lo’ak, it takes ages for either of you to make the first move, but eventually one of you will break sooner or later. and you bet kiri and lo’ak made some sort of bet out of it.. loser does chores for a month.

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〘 rotxo 〙⠀:⠀best friends to lovers, slow burn.

you both are so in love with each other it makes aonung sick, he’s definitely the type of friend to fake gag when you two smile at each other “get a room you two!” (but don’t worry, he’s still rooting for the both of you, even if you’re both stupid). whenever something happens, whether it be good or bad, rotxo always goes to you, and you go to him! rotxo was definitely raised by his grandma, so you can imagine how sweet he really is–he even knows how to weave and weaved your clothes (managed to start courting you without even realizing he was actually courting you). both of you like each other but neither of you wanted something bad to happen to your already healthy friendship and make it awkward or something (which is an excuse–a very valid excuse– but still an excuse). “rotxo can i spend the night at yours? i miss your grandma!” “ah, sure, but do you ever miss me? :(” “of course, i love you too much not to!” bonus points if you hug him after. it takes the both of you a while to start dating, but when you do, you’re both inseparable.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

GUESS WHAT AVATAR NATION

WE’RE GETTING 12 EXTRA SCENES FROM THE MOVIE!!

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[luvv4j4ybe11]

𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌..

✧𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒑!𝑳𝒐’𝒂𝒌(20) 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑴𝒆𝒕𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒂!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓(20)

✧𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚~ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐’𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌

✧𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎,𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒍𝒐’𝒂𝒌,𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒍𝒐’𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆<3

✧𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒄 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒃 𝒊𝒕😩

✧𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @pfparchive

You and lo’ak were having a peaceful night together. Sitting by the fire just basking in each others company as you both do your own thing.

You take a break from diligently cutting the fruit lo’ak picked out for you to look up at him. Admiring the way his new tattoos look in the light of the fire and how it makes his muscles even more defined.

The way they flexed and bulged when he brought the rock away from his knife and the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he squeezes the knife to get a better grip made you bite your lip to silence a little moan from coming out.

Ever since he got those tattoos on his dark azure skin and started tying his hair up in the buns like your people do, you’ve been needing him more and more. Something about seeing your forest boy wearing metkayina features so well made you instantly filled with lust.

His ears perk up once he notices the familiar gaze of two beautiful cerulean eyes buring holes into him. “What is it, yawntu?” He asks plainly, not even looking up from his task.

His baritone pulls you out of your trance, making your posture stiffen slightly. “What? I can’t look at my pretty forest boy?” You quip, eyes still wandering over the black ink on his shoulders,neck, and face. He giggles softly at the name, the sound making you clench your thighs together subconsciously. “Course’ you can babygirl..It’s just that you’ve been staring at me for a good 2 minutes and I just wanna know what’s so hypnotizing about me.” He hums, finally dropping his knife and facing his body towards you, braids swaying the entire time.

You look him up and down before meeting his eyes, taking a second to appreciate how good his hair looks because of you, bun still in tact and the rest of his hair flowing freely. “You just look good.” You say lowly, crawling over to him and taking your place on his lap.

He smirks at this, hands finding purchase on your hips. “Yeah? How so?” He pushes, trying to get you to say what he really wants hear.

Your eyes flicker from his lips back to his eyes, then looking over his intricate tattoo on the left side of his face. You fail to notice how your tail sways in interest and ears perk up and twitch whenever you look at his, but of course lo’ak doesn’t.

“I just love the way Metkayina tattoos look on you, and the hairstyles I’ve been giving you too. And honestly..” You trail off, kissing him softly before pulling away. He grumbles lowly at the loss of your lips against his, making you giggle. “You wear them better than my own people do.” You admit in a melodic tone of voice, making him bite his lip softly.

“Oh really?” He says with a raised brow, a cocky smirk on his lips. If there was one thing you knew about lo’ak, it was that he loved getting his ego boosted. Especially by you. You shake your head ‘yes’ and hum in response, leaning in slowly to kiss and nip at the tattoo on his neck.

“And also they make me wanna fuck you till you can’t stand.” You say seductively, making him groan lowly in your ear before picking you up in record time and throwing you on the bed. “Should‘ve told me that way sooner yawntu..been wantin’ know how long you can ride me for until you pass out.” His tone husky and lust filled, making you let out a soft moan at the idea.

He kisses you slow and sloppy,trailing his hands to your boobs, squeezing and pinching the sensitive flesh gently. Your body melts into his touch, already pulling him in for more before you snap yourself out of it and roll on top of him.

He chuckles lowly at this before that turns into a sharp inhale from the feeling of your clothed wet cunt against his bulge. “F-fuckkk, mama~” he grumbles lowly before throwing his head back in bliss, but quickly bringing it back to look at you. “All that for me?” He adds, bringing you in for a heated kiss before you pull away, a trail of saliva connecting the both of you.

“Mhm, always baby.” You say lowly before finally taking your loincloth off, lo’ak doing the same. He sits up to lay you on your back but you’re quicker than him, pushing him back on his and pinning him down. “Nuh-uh. Didn’t I say I was gonna fuck you?” You question, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. He looks you up and down, biting his lip before putting his hands behind his head.“Good luck with that mama, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have you begging for me to fuck you in..let’s say an hour?”

You roll your eyes at him before lining him up with your leaking cunt, breathing out slowly before pushing him in. Fuck. He’s big. Just the stretch of his tip has you a teary-eyed moaning mess on top is him. You’ve always struggled with taking him though, no matter how many times you guys have done this, but in this position he somehow feels bigger. And reaches you even deeper.

Your hands shake slightly once he’s halfway in, placing them both on his chest for support. You look at him with tear filled doe eyes only to be met with ones that were full of confidence and lust. A shit-eating grin to go with it all.

“Awh..want some help mama?”

“Shut up, lo’ak.” Your tone was supposed to be stern, but the shakiness in your tone and the whimper that came out after it made it the complete opposite.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says through his soft laughter before he moves his hips up softly just to feel your hands squeeze him desperately.

You glare at him, but that does nothing to stop the grin on his face from getting wider.

You both shudder once you finally bottom out, hands grabbing onto him and tail coiling against his calve instinctively to try and ground yourself.

His expression softens at this, bringing his hands out from behind his head to cup your cheeks and looking at you lovingly. “Hey, just breathe alright? You’re doing so good mama, I promise. Lemme help you..” he coos softly, making your whole body relax and nerves die down. He places his hands on your hips and guides you up and down, making you both moan loudly.

Once you finally adjust, you place your hands over his as you find what feels the best for the both of you.

The sight in front of him was truly a sight sent by the great mother herself. The way your tits bounced in sync with your pace, the way your eyebrows scrunched up and mouth agape in pleasure every time his tip brushed against your sweet spot, the feeling of your body clinging and squeezing onto him, your tail swaying excitedly behind you and the sound of your moans was all nothing short of angelic to him.

“Fuck, yes that’s it mama. So good f’me..” he says breathlessly, laying back and taking his hands off your hips, watching you bounce on him all by yourself.

You place your hands on his chest, giving you even more leverage to go crazy on him. “Mhm..lo’..” you mummer, eyes trailing over him and his tattoos hungrily before leaning in to kiss him with the same energy.

You bounce him faster the longer you kiss him, the both of you moaning and panting into each other’s mouths as you feel the coil in you stomachs get tighter. His hands trial up your back and then down to your ass, squeezing and slapping the flesh to the ruthless pace you’ve started on him.

Wedging your hands in between your equally sweaty bodies, you trace tight circles on your cunt, making your hips stutter and cunt clench around lo’ak even tighter. The lewd nosies of squelching and skin colliding getting louder by the minute.

He growls and grips your hips harshly at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, his hold on your hips already telling you you’re gonna have bruises on your skin tomorrow. “Keep goin like that mama and ima cum. Want that yawne? Want me to spill my load into you and make you a mama?” He rambles, leaning forward to kiss you passionately as he runs his hand over the base of your tail, wrapping it around it tightly as his other hand stays stuck to your hip.

You yelp into his mouth instantly after that, the firm touch making your needy pussy leak and throb around him. He hisses at your body’s reaction to him and bites down on your bottom lip, drawing blood immediately.

In your haze of pleasure, you trail your hands over the tattoo on his shoulders,then to the one on his neck, and then the one on his face before going back down to the one on his neck to wrap your hand around his throat firmly, making him whine softly. “Mhm, yeah? Do it. Want you to cum f’me lo’.” You coo as you watch his eyes roll back into his head. His moans start to turn into whimpers the closer he gets, making him frantically reach down to rub tight, sloppy circles on your clit as he feels the pressure in his core building. Desperately trying to get you to cum before him.

The sight of your pretty little forest boy working so hard to get you to cum before him is enough to push you over the edge effortlessly, letting out a loud moan that causes lo’ak to bite his lip as he shoots his load into you.

Both of your moans die down as you ride out your highs and come back down to Pandora, you litter kisses all over his tattoos before leaving a kiss on his lips, making him giggle the whole time. He tries to push you off of him but once again, you prove that you’re quicker than him and pin his arms above his head. “Uh-uh, forest boy, I’m not done with you yet. You can still feel your legs right?” You say with a devilish smirk on your face, letting his arms go to thread your fingers through his hair to pull him in for a slow kiss.

A/N~ I hope you guys liked this one!! Inspiration js struck me the second I saw that beautiful art made by my beloved @oakbuggy and I just had to write it out<33 I started losing focus during the second proofreading so mb if something’s don’t make sense or sound bad. But stay safe and hydrated babies🩷 love you all🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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Taglist: @xylianasblog @itchaboi-itchyboy @hotdsworld

[pandoraslxna]

We as a community don’t talk enough about how fucking pretty Lo‘ak actually is and I’m sick of it.

Just look at him. He is gorgeous 😩

[bubblebaththoughts]

Hate Sex

Lo’ak x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI!, p in v, dubcon, mean lo’ak, very spoiled/bratty reader, one use of Y/n.

translations:

Lo’ak observed you from afar, his eyes narrowing at your disgusted face.

To him, it was like you always had a look of disgust on your face, that or smugness.

Eywa, he couldn’t stand you.

Golden girl, to everyone else.

To him? Spoiled brat.

Your eyes flickered over to him, making him tilt his head at you.

You dramatically roll your eyes, waving at him sarcastically.

It was his turn to have a look of disgust now, turning right back around and walking away.

Hours later, he’s approached by Neteyam, who had his face screwed up in something of anger.

“Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Neteyam began, with a slap to the back of Lo’ak’s head

Neteyam was met with a hiss from his brother, whose eyes widened at him.

“What? What happened?” Lo’ak whipped around, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Neteyam

“Y/n said you were giving her dirty looks, you skxawng.” Neteyam whispered

“Oh my fuck-“ Lo’ak rolled his eyes “You’re so whipped for her.”

“No- That’s not the point. Why can’t you just leave her alone, Lo’ak?” Neteyam hissed

“Neteyam, she quite literally has you completely wrapped around her little finger, I’m surprised you can’t see that, of all people.” Lo’ak gave him a nasty look

“If you would actually take the time to even be around her, maybe you wouldn’t have a stick up your ass every time she comes around you.” Neteyam suggested

“I don’t have to like her.” Lo’ak seethed

“That’s no reason to be an asshole.” Neteyam shot back “You’re going to apologize to her, for everything, or I’m telling dad.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes, Neteyam being upset was one thing, but their father? “Fine.”

“Now, Skxawng!” Neteyam pointed in the direction from where he came

Lo’ak pushed past Neteyam, grumbling about how you had him pussy whipped.

He found you soon after. Sitting down by a stream, your head thrown back with your eyes closed.

“Out here all alone?” His voice made you flinch, looking back to see him with his arms crossed

“What do you want?” You bitterly spit “What’s your problem with me?”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes, “You’re a spoiled bitch.”

“I’m not!” You whine, your head lolling down

“You are. And you’re so fucking dramatic! I glanced at you and you went and told on me to my fucking brother? The fuck is wrong with you?” He spat, squatting down next to you

“You’re the dramatic one.” You rolled your eyes, “And it’s not my fault Neteyam wants you to be a decent person.”

“So when you decided to talk about me with my brother, was that before or after you sucked his dick?” Lo’ak spat

You peeked up at him, a cocky smirk on your face. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

Without any warning, he’s taken you by your throat and you’re shoved flat against the ground.

You cry out, trying to pry his hands off of you. “Lo’ak! Let me go!” You choke out

“After you apologize.” He grunted, shoving your head into the mossy grass

“You’re so dead!” You whine “I’m gonna tell your fucking dad I swear to Eywa!” Tears slip from tour eyes

“Where’s the big and bad attitude now, huh?” Lo’ak smirked, using his free hand to wipe your tears

“Lo’ak, stop! I’m sorry!” You try to plead

“Nah, you’re not fuckin’ sorry.” He growled, squeezing your throat tighter

You cry out, “Lo’ak please!”

His grip loosens, his lips quirk up into a smirk as he watches the tears flood your eyes.

He lets go of your neck, taking you by the chin and pulling you up to face him.

“I hate you.” You spit at him

“Whatever you believe, princess.” He rolled his eyes

In a clash and messy mix of lips, teeth, tongues, and saliva, maybe you could call it a kiss.

His lips were hard against yours, practically trying to swallow your face as he ripped your loincloth off.

He pulls away roughly, his hand finding your throat and holding it tightly, “Tell me, did you suck my brother’s dick. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“Like I would tell you.” You laugh, a demeaning laugh.

His eyes darken, making your smile drop, you try to back away from him but somehow you also can’t move.

You sit there, trembling with fear as he towers over you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. You can feel the hatred radiating off of him, directed towards you. But you can't move, can't run away. You're trapped in this room with him, and you know what's coming. You've seen the look in his eyes before, the same look that he has now as he grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards him.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" He sneers, his grip on your arm tightening. "You think you can just walk around here like you own the place?"

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can speak, he slams his lips against yours in a brutal kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every inch hungrily. You try to push him away, but he just laughs and tightens his hold on you. You can taste the anger and hatred on his lips, and it only fuels your fear.

His hands roam over your body, squeezing and groping roughly. You try to push him away again, but he just laughs and pins your arms above your head.

"I hate you," he growls, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And I'm going to show you just how much."

You can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, and despite your fear and disgust, your body responds. You hate yourself for it, but you can't deny the desire that courses through you. He notices and smirks, knowing that he has the upper hand.

He runs his hands over your body, his touch rough and possessive. You feel like you're nothing but an object to him, something to be used and discarded.

He shoves you down into the ground, and you let out a cry as the impact jars your body. He doesn't waste any time, climbing on top of you and pulling your legs apart.

“Lo’ak, stop!” You struggle, but he's too strong, and you can feel the panic rising in your chest.

“Stop pretending like you don’t want it.” Lo’ak growled

He enters you with one hard thrust, and you gasp in pain. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust, instead setting a punishing pace as he pounds into you. You can feel every thrust deep in your core, and despite your fear and disgust, your body responds to the pleasure.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. You can see the hatred and anger burning in his gaze, and it only makes your fear and arousal heighten. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice dripping with venom.

"You're nothing," He snarls. "Just a worthless slut who deserves to be treated like this."

His words cut deep, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You don't want this, don't want him, but you're powerless to stop him. He's in control, and he knows it.

He continues to thrust into you with brutal force, and you can feel your body nearing its breaking point. Your mind is screaming for you to fight back, to get away from him, but your body betrays you as it responds to his touch.

You can feel the familiar coil of pleasure building in your stomach, and you try to fight it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Such a nasty little slut, cumming in my cock like you’re in heat.” He degraded

“No!” You cry out a lie

But he's relentless, and with one final thrust, you shatter under him. Your body convulses with pleasure, and you can hear him laughing triumphantly above you.

“It’s my turn. This sweet little pussy is gonna make me cum right now.” He groaned “Gonna cum inside!”

Like it was instinct, your legs wrap around him, completely preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

“Giving in? You want me to pump this pussy full of my cum, don’t you?” He grunted, and finally spilled into you

Tears stream down your face as his body collapses onto yours.

“You’re mine now, you hear me?” He growled into your ear, “And I’m gonna make sure of that.”

You two lay there for what feels like hours, tears streaming down your face as you try to process what just happened. You hate him, hate what he did to you, but a part of you can't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at the thought of his rough touch.

taglist: @danniackerman @loaksslut

[bloomdim]

Lo’ak x Thigh job | Female reader | Aged Up

Warnings: pet names, orgasms (m and f), p in v

‘Shit baby…’ your mate grunts from above you, the sounds of your slick combining with his quick movements clouding your hearing as he pushes in and out of your thighs. His grip is so so tight, forcing the plush of your thighs together to get himself off.

His cock seeping with precum, staining the middle of your waist line as your eyes watch him slip in and out. ‘L-lo’ you whine out, the heat of the moment being to much as you can feel your own climax coming soon. ‘Yeah baby?’ He grunted out, the flesh of your thighs gliding his cock so deliciously. You let out another soft mewl, sending a shiver down his spine. Your voice was so sweet, his sweet girl you were. ‘M’so close!’ His cock brushing against your clit one too many times, god he felt good.

‘C’mon cum for me baby’ he cooed, pushing your thighs together more, throwing his head back as his cock twitched between you. That was your last straw, your back arching so beautifully as your arousal gushed out of you, glazing his cock with your slick. ‘Good girl’ he grunted, giving one more thrust as his length squirted his seed along your nipples and the middle of your stomach. His cum trailing along the length of your body, you looked so pretty like this he thought.

‘Such a good girl’

Taglist: @neytirishottie

[anxiousdreamcore]

WAKE UP AVATAR NATION!!!!

A new trailer for the game “Avatar: frontiers of Pandora” is finally out and I’m here to deliver some beautiful screenshots 🫶

Can’t wait! 🥹

[sxxythingz]

Fill The Void

Lo’ak Sully (22) x Omatikaya reader (23)

Warnings: smut, aged up characters, cursing, simp Lo’ak (😩), creampie, oral (f receiving), semi angst in the beginning, semi cheating (maybe??), p n v

Summary: You and Lo’ak had a casual relationship, he wanted an actual relationship with you, but you had eyes for someone else. It wasn’t until he walked away from you that you realized just how much of a desire you had for him.

WC: 4.7K

🛑MDNI🛑

“Fuck! I-I’m cumming, right there baby… keep going.” Your breath ripples in your throat, your back in a perfect arch while your eyes continue to roll to the back of your head until they can go no further. “Shit, Y/n you feel so good. Cum all over my dick baby, I’m almost there.” Lo’ak rolls his hips into yours, hitting the perfect spot that finishes you off.

Your mouth hangs open, light curses flowing off of your tongue as you feel the bottom of your stomach tightening. “S-Shit.. Lo, don’t s-stop.” Your voice barely above a whisper as your legs begin to shake from the third intense orgasm that you’ve had in just an hour. Those were the only words that he needed to hear, causing his dick to twitch inside of you as you hear his deep groans coming from behind you. “Ah, fuck! I’m cumming!”

As you hear his words, you quickly put your hand on his stomach, pushing him out of you as you fall flat on your cot, your body jerking frequently as you breathe out attempting to catch your breath from your orgasm. You feel Lo’ak’s warm liquid landing on your back as he grunts loudly, not caring who can hear outside of your hut.

Shortly after, you feel Lo’ak plop down beside you on his back, his chest quickly rising and falling as he looks over to you, your eyes slowly opening and closing. “That was fucking amazing.” Lo’ak breathes out as he giggles, making you do the same. “You’re always amazing Lo’ak.” You smugly grin at him, as he eyes your body up and down, taking in all of your beauty.

You watch him quickly get up and grab a cloth that you have sitting beside your cot. He gently wipes his cum off of your lower back, then he suddenly pauses for a moment before you feel a kiss being planted in the center of your back, making you flip over to sit up and look into his eyes.

“Lo… I definitely don’t think that I can go again, so don’t even think about it.” You softly push him in his chest, making him let out a soft chuckle as he glared into your eyes, one of his favorite features on you. “I wasn’t going to try anything else, I just felt like doing that.” He reassures you as he attempts to grasp hold of your hand, but you shy away from him.

“Lo’ak, you know that I-“ You go to protest but he stops you in the middle of your sentence. “You don’t want me the way that I want you. I’m just here to fill your void, I get it.” His words come out in a dry tone as he nods his head, standing up to grab his loincloth and place it back onto his hips. Your ears retract as you watch his demeanor change from happy to bitter.

You quickly stand up as well, slipping your own loincloth back on and thinking of what to say next but before you can, Lo’ak is heading for the exit of your hut. “Wait, Lo’ak I-I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I just went through, you know that I can’t afford another relationship right now.” You try to grab hold of his arm, but he snatches it from you before turning to face you, an angry pout on his face.

“No Y/n, you meant it exactly how you said it the first time when we were drunk. “I don’t want anything serious with you, just fuck me.” You’ve been using me and I’ve allowed you, which makes me stupid.” He scoffs after his sentence at his realization, but you quickly shake your head. “What? No Lo’ak, that’s not what I meant! You’re a great guy and I just-“ Yet again, you don’t get to finish your sentence before he interrupts you.

“Just stop the “you’re a great guy” bullshit, Y/n. I get it, I should’ve never agreed to this knowing that I would fall for you. I heard about how you’ve been talking to Ateyo, how you’ve been saying that you want him. It’s not that you don’t want a relationship, it’s just that you don’t want one with me and I get it now. I tried my best to get you to see that I could be perfect for you, but you just don’t want me and I see it now. Well I’ll leave you alone, don’t worry about me anymore.”

Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach at his words, at the realization that he had heard about you and Ateyo, maybe that’s the reason why he’s been trying extra hard lately to prove his worth to you. And you had been ignoring it this entire time because you put him in a category of nothing serious.

“Lo’ak please just let me explain..” You feel tears welding in your eyes as you attempt to grab him once again, but he scoffs once more before throwing his hands up and walking away, leaving you there making tears tread down your face.

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“You always look so beautiful, how do you do that?” Ateyo steps closer to you from behind, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying side to side. “I guess I was just born with it, you can thank my parents.” You give a fake smile as he flips you around to face him. He grabs both sides of your face, pulling you to him until you feel his lips on yours.

When you first met Ateyo, everything about him excited you, he was one of the most popular guys in the clan right after Neteyam and Lo’ak. He’s best friends with Neteyam, which is how you met him and most likely how Lo’ak found out about the two of you.

When you met him, you thought that he was the love of your life, that you guys would last forever. But ever since the fight between you and Lo’ak, for some weird reason you haven’t been able to get him off of your mind.

“Thank you ma’love. Your compliments always mean so much to me.” You give a toothless smile as he softly strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deep into your eyes. “Are you ready to go, my pretty girl?” You nod your head, watching him hold his hand out for you to take it in your own and you oblige.

You both leave your hut, heading towards the ceremony for Neteyam, tonight was the celebration for him becoming the new Olo’eyktan. You knew for sure that Lo’ak would be there, which is part of the reason why you didn’t want to go. You haven’t spoken to him since the day that you guys had your fight and you don’t know if you’re ready to face him.

Then again, you were itching to talk to him, explain everything and maybe win his love back. The minute that he left your hut that day, you knew that you had made a major mistake and you haven’t been able to get him off of your mind since. You dressed up to the best of your ability, wearing purple which was always his favorite color on you. Maybe that’ll take away some of the anger that he has towards you.

As you arrive to the crowd, you see tons of people gathered together, some dancing, some eating, others talking in their own little groups. As you enter the crowd, you let go of Ateyo’s hand, searching the crowd for Lo’ak but he’s nowhere to be found. Your thoughts are so crowded with him until you hear Ateyo speak into your ear.

“I’ll be back shortly, yawne. There is Neteyam, I am going to congratulate him.” Your head turns in the direction of Neteyam immediately, and to your surprise you spot Lo’ak standing next to his brother. His eyes on both you and Ateyo, jealousy and anger raiding through them as he watched Ateyo come closer to both him and his brother.

Your eyes stay plastered on him as you watch him roll his eyes and walk away the closer that Ateyo got to them. Your eyes followed him, your head telling you to do the same but your body remained still, stuck in one place and unsure of what to say if you did follow him. Would it be best to follow him? What would he even say to you after a month of not speaking to you?

Was following him the best idea? No, it wasn’t. Were you going to do it anyways? Yes, yes you were. You glance over to Ateyo and Neteyam once more, watching them engage in a conversation before you swiftly make your exit, instantly following after Lo’ak. You follow Lo’ak into the forest, the deeper he goes, the darker that it gets aside from the lighting of the moon peeking through the trees.

He finally finds a place by a tree, where he stops and props himself against it, plopping his head on it as he looks into the sky. You slowly begin to approach him, careful not to make much noise as you watch him. As you become visible, you step on a limb, making it crack underneath your foot. Lo’ak quickly jumps up from the tree, grabbing his knife from his side and hissing as he looks around.

You fully reveal yourself to him, your heart racing out of your chest in fear that he’ll just walk away, but to your surprise, he didn’t. “What do you want, Y/n? Shouldn’t you be with your mate?” He puts his knife back into the pouch on his hip before rolling his eyes and folding his arms over his chest. “He’s not my mate Lo’ak. I seen you walk off and I was simply coming to check on you.” You come closer to him, making him back away from you the closer that you got.

“Yeah, well I’m fine. Go back to the celebration and be with Ateyo, whatever he is to you.” He spits at you before turning to walk away, but you catch up to him quickly and softly grasp hold of his arm, making him turn back around to look at you with a stern look. “Listen to me Lo’ak, just for a second, ok? I-I messed up ok? I made a mistake and I was wrong for the way that I did you. I regret it every single day that I wake up. Just give me another chance… please.”

Your voice is soft, not because you don’t want anyone else to hear you, you could’ve cared less about that by now. It was because you couldn’t speak any louder, the pounding feeling in your chest was making you run out of breath. “And why should I give you another chance? So that you can show me that you don’t want me once again? No thanks, I’m good.” He attempts to walk away once again, but you grab his arm again.

“So that I can show you that I do want you, and do it the correct way this time. I miss the way that you touch me, Lo’ak. And I don’t just mean it in a sexual way, I mean the way that you touch my soul just by looking at me. The way that you make me feel so happy just by being around me. I didn’t not want you Lo, I wondered why you would ever want someone like me. There’s a difference.” You confess your true feelings to him, and you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re actually holding him hostage or if it’s the fact that he’s truly interested in what you have to say, but his attention is fully averted to you now.

“And how do I know that you’re not just saying this to get some dick again? What? Ateyo not doing it for you?” He chuckles lightly after his sentence, and so do you. “I… I haven’t been able to do anything with Ateyo actually. All that’s been on my mind is making it up to you.” You shock Lo’ak with your words as his eyebrows raise at you. “Just give me one more chance to show you how I truly feel about you Lo. I’ll do it right this time, I promise.” You place your hand over his heart, looking deep into his eyes as he glares at you.

Lo’ak doesn’t say anything back, making you more nervous than you were when you chased after him. To make matters worse, you decide to make a move that could either make him give in or push you away. You lift on your tip toes, placing your hands on his chest for leverage and connecting your lips to his. At first, your kiss isn’t reciprocated as he stands in one spot, but just as you are about to pull away you feel his hands grip your waist and pull you closer until your chest is on his.

Your arms move behind his neck, wrapping themselves securely around it as you slightly open your mouth, allowing his tongue full access to yours. You were already chest to chest with him, but for some reason that just didn’t feel close enough to you. He pushes you by your hips until you feel your back against the very tree that he was just standing against, making you lift your leg as he moves his hand behind your thigh to help you prop it on his hip.

Lo’ak pulls away from the kiss, panting softly and immediately making you whine at the cold feeling on your lips. You take the time to occupy your lips with kisses to his neck, nipping here and there to purposely leave marks for everyone to see the next day. “Wait… stop.” He stops you, pushing you harder against the tree, your heart pulsating at the authority in his voice.

You look into his eyes, automatically noticing that he clearly has something on his mind. “What is it Lo?” You ask him, afraid of the answer that he might give you. What if he’s found someone else? What if he’s changed his mind and no longer wants you? As if it wasn’t bad enough that those thoughts have been running through your mind ever since that day, they just amplified even more in a matter of a few seconds.

“Are you sure that I’m what you want? I don’t want to give you my all again for you to not even want me, Y/n. I can’t take that heartbreak again.” Those thoughts that fogged your mind disappeared just as quick as they came, all you care about now is reassuring him that he’s all you want and need. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Lo’ak. I want you more than you could ever know, and I am sorry for the way that I made you feel before. I never want to hurt you ever again.”

Your reassuring words raise a grin to his soft lips, for once he could tell that you were as serious about him as he was about you. Those words were exactly what he needed to hear right now. You feel his strong hands reach behind both of your lower back thighs, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist and giggle. “So that means you’ll be my mate?” His smile widens with his question as he gives you another peck on your lips.

“That means I’ll be your mate Lo’ak.” You place your forehead onto his, both of you closing your eyes to take in the moment. The moment of completion that you both feel in your heart. Your legs stay wrapped around his hips as he bends down, softly laying you in the grass and getting in between your legs to hover over you. “I want to give my mate the best night of your life.” You smile wide at his words, making him bend down to kiss your soft lips once again.

You wrap your legs around Lo’ak’s waist, locking him into your grasp so that he can't get away, although you knew that there was no other place he would rather be.

One of his hands reaches behind your back, putting an arch in it as you feel his soft touches as he unties your top. He quickly rids of it, leaving your bare chest open for only his eyes to see.

“Your body is so perfect, it’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.” He whispers to you, leaning down to place his lips around one of your nipples. Another arch forms in your back at the feeling, a soft moan slipping from your lips. “Lo… I- We can’t do this here. Someone might find us.” You protest to him, finally coming to your senses. “Let them find us. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’m yours.” His answer flutters your heart, slipping the fear of being caught away from your mind.

His lips connect to yours once again, his hand working at the side of the tie in your loincloth to remove it from your hips. You lift your hips up slightly to help him remove the cloth from your hips completely, leaving you open to him. His hands softly caress your thighs, massaging them with his soft hands making you moan as you bite his lip, tugging at it. His touches are always so soft on you, no matter where he touches.

His lips leave yours, kissing down your stomach to leave a trail everywhere that his lips touch, his eyes staring deep into yours. He always knew that the eye contact drove you crazy, you’ve always thought that his eyes were beautiful, even in the nighttime where they lit the entire area up if it was dark. He leaves one last kiss just above your pelvis before lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders, his face dangerously close to your heat, engulfing your scent.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/n. Everything about you turns me on so much.” He leaves a kiss on your thigh, right next to your pussy, making you squirm in anticipation. He leaves another kiss on your other thigh, your fingers beginning to dig into the grass that you lay on top of. His next kiss is placed on your pussy, making you moan as you buck your hips to his lips, but he backs his head away with a giggle.

“Relax princess. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise. Don’t rush me.” You huff in frustration as you roll your eyes. “Lo, this isn’t funny. I need it, I want it.” You plop your head into the grass, looking up into the starry sky. “What do you want and need, baby?” His question was obvious, he knew exactly what you were talking about but he just wanted to hear you say it. You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him in between your legs.

“I need your mouth and tongue, Lo… please.” Your voice strains from the desperation that you were trying so hard to hide from him, but you couldn’t hide it too well. He smirks wide at you, nodding his head before he lowers his head to level with your pussy. You fall back on the grass, sinking your nails into the grass as you feel his mouth connect with your pussy, giving wide kisses to it.

“Oh shit…” You moan as you feel his soft tongue brush up against your clit. He gives kitten licks to your folds, making your back arch off of the grass, a loud moan bubbling in your throat that you were trying so hard to suppress. “Mmm, Lo’ak… r-right there.” You reach your hand to his head, entangling your fingers through his thick braids, earning a moan from him to send vibrations through your body.

His licks are sloppy, quick, just the way that you like it. His cheeks hollowing as he sucks on your clit, making your legs attempt to close around his head, but he quickly forces them back open, shaking his head from side to side as you feel your rolling eyes to the back of your head.

“Fuck! I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You roll your hips into his mouth, making him stick his tongue out for you to grind yourself up and down on it. Your hips abruptly stop, your legs shaking and back arched as you feel your orgasm escape your body and Lo’ak keeps his tongue out until your hips drop to the ground. You let out a deep breath, your stomach quickly rising and falling as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Shit.” Lo’ak comes up, sitting up on his knees as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was hot as fuck. And you taste so good baby.” He licks his lips, making you laugh at his exaggeration. “Such a skxawng.” He laughs at your remark, leaning down to kiss you on your lips. His tongue automatically slips into your mouth, leaving you to taste yourself and you moan. His hips press against yours, his hard dick poking through his loincloth and pressing into you as you grind your hips into him, making him pull back from the kiss with a hiss.

“Fuck me, Lo’ak.”

Those simple words make his dick jump in his loincloth as you pull the string to it, making it fall off of him. He gives you one last kiss while teasing your entrance with his tip, slipping it in and back out. “Lo’ak, don’t be a tease.” You hit him in his chest, making him chuckle at you. “Where are your manners? Say please.” He smirks down at you, making you sigh. “Please.” You give him what he asks for, but it’s not enough. “More passion behind it or no dick princess.”

He slides himself a little further into you before pulling back out completely as he awaits for you to finally submit. “Please fuck me Lo’ak. I need your dick inside of me.” You firmly grip his strong arm, looking into his eyes as you watch satisfaction take over his face. “Good girl.” He completely sinks himself into you, earning moans from both of you as he bottoms out. “Shit, I missed this.” He groans out, pulling his back back and springing them back forwards without giving you any time to adjust.

“Lo’ak… baby. I-I want you to cum inside of me.” You shock him with your words, making him slow down and look into your eyes. “A-Are you sure princess?” This would be the first time that he would do it, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be more than sure that you wanted it. “I’m positive baby.” You reach your hand up, culling his cheek into your palm as he nods his head, leaning down to kiss you before picking his speed up, drilling his hips into yours, leaving the mixture of your skin slapping together and your moans to be the loudest sounds in the area that the two of you are in.

“Does that feel good baby?” He coos at you, picking his speed up even more until you’re a mumbling mess. “F-fuck, I-I can’t!” You place your hand on his lower abdomen, but he slaps it away quickly. “I know baby, I know but you have to take it, ok?” You feel yourself pulsating around him, making him growl lowly at the feeling. He wraps both of his hands around your throat, lifting you up and down on his dick with the help of his hips pushing you up with each hard thrust into you. “Lo, I’m c-cumming again..” you manage to get out through your pants.

“Not yet baby, just hold on for me. You cum when I tell you to.” He pants out to you, making you groan as you attempt to hold your orgasm in, he had never done this before so you had no idea how long you would be able to hold it in. You watch as his thrusts become sloppier, his hips swaying out of line after a few moments, his eyes rolling occasionally as he lets out low groans. “Shit! Cum baby, cum on my dick.” With those words, you feel yourself let go, releasing yourself all over him.

For the first time, you feel his warm liquid filling you up as his thrusts become slower and slower. His breath hitching in his throat as he throws his head back, making you softly massage his biceps. He stays complacent in that one spot, between your legs as his catches his breath, his dick still twitching inside of you. After a few moments, he finally pulls out of you, causing you to groan at the empty feeling again.

He plops beside you in the grass, making both of you look into the sky before turning to each other. “So like.. you’re actually my mate now.” Lo’ak giggles to himself as he looks at you, seeming to be starstruck by the realization. “Yes I am dumbass, and you’re my mate now.” You laugh as you pull him to you, placing a soft kiss on his lips. A kiss of love and adoration, your heart thumping hard in your chest.

“Lo’ak! I’ve been looking for you everywh- Woah!” You and Lo’ak both break the kiss, looking behind him and noticing Neteyam standing there, quickly turning around to face the opposite direction of you. “You two couldn’t have waited until after my ceremony to do this?!” He exclaims loudly, making you cover your face in embarrassment as Lo’ak attempts to cover you up. “Well maybe we didn’t think that you would come looking for us, skxawng. You should be celebrating, you see that I’m doing it so go get lost!” Lo’ak snaps at Neteyam as he helps you put your loincloth on in the process before putting his back on.

“Ew, first of all ok that is disgusting. Second of you, father and I were looking for you, but I see that you are busy so I will stall him. Just hurry up with whatever… this is and come before you get us both in trouble. Sometimes I wonder how we are even brothers.” He sighs before disappearing into the woods, making both you and Lo’ak burst out into an outrage of laughter.

“I don’t know if I should feel bad for him or feel bad for us from the embarrassment we just faced.” You say to Lo’ak, grabbing his hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. “Neither, who cares about him? All that I care about is my beautiful mate that I have right here in front of me.” He grabs your face into his soft palms and pulls you to him until you feel his lips on yours. He quickly pulls away, making you look at him with worry.

“Wait, what about Ateyo? What are you going to say to him?” He seems concerned about him, but you knew that deep down he was just afraid that you would choose Ateyo over him once again. “Lo’ak, I choose you, which means that I don’t want Ateyo, and I don’t have to say anything to him. He’ll catch a hint when he sees me in your arms.” You reassure him, easing the worry and anxiety on his face as he slightly lifts his eyebrows and gives a slight smile. “Well I guess that we have a ceremony to get back to then, hm?”

He holds his arm out to you and you take it into your own with a bright smile. “Indeed we do, sir.” His face lights up with a smirk as you both begin walking. “If you call me sir again, we’ll have to miss out on the rest of the ceremony.” He growls at you, making you laugh and bump him with your hip. “Well at least I know what word to use after the ceremony.” You smirk at your words and so does he as he unlatches his arm from yours and wraps it around your waist.

“That’s my girl.”

A/N: y’all, I know it was a long one ok? 😭😭 certain parts of this fic might or might not have been based on a true story that happened to me, which gave me the inspo for this story 😏 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!!! 💕 and also…. Thanks for the 830 followers, like WHAT?! Ahhhhh!!! I love you guys so much! Let me know if you have any requests!

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- Family Time -

Pairing: Neytiri x fem!Avatar!reader (ft. Sully Kids)

Request: [ @neteyamyawne ] Hey love 🤍 I saw it was the last day for requesting so i thought why not?🤭 Can I have a Neytiri x fem!reader? → Context : Just domestic fluff life with their kids, Lo'ak being a mama's boy and clinging to the reader, Neteyam getting jealous that Lo'ak is not letting him spend time with the reader, Neytiri spending time with the reader after she gets home from a hunting party, you know? Holding her close, nuzzling her while she weaves a top for her or cooks something, cuddling with the kids together, etc etc. I was just in the mood for Neytiri fluff, I love you so much and keep up your beautiful writing, have a great time sweetheart 💚🫶🏼

Synopsis: A day in the life of You, your mate, and children. The boys fighting for your attention, the girls sleeping the day away, and Neytiri coming home from the hunting party wanting you in her arms.

Content: pure fluff, wholesome fic, cute domestic family life, established relationship (mated pair), the sully boys fighting over reader, Neytiri being extra affectionate + spicy kissing scene + them almost getting caught, kids being super cute and adorable, again lots of fluff!

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending in this request babes! I loved writing it sm because Neytiri needs more love and adding the kids in was so adorable🥹!!!

Details: Children call Reader ‘Mama’ and calls Neytiri ‘Mom’ || Kids are aged down to make the fic a little more fluffy and cute || Neteyam - 7 Lo’ak and Kiri - 6 Tuk - Newborn

Word Count: 1.3k

Glossary: vur - story || farultsyìp - term of affection for children || yawne - beloved || ‘itan - son

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“It’s my turn with mama!” Neteyam shouts at Lo’ak who is currently sitting on your lap as you weave your mate a new top to wear during raids and hunts. Lo’ak loves to be under you at all times, no matter what task you are doing, he always finds his way next to you –which you’ve always found adorable.

The boys always tend to argue over who would spend more time with you and Neteyam was always given the short end of the stick because Lo’ak would always make him cave, but Neteyam isn’t having it today.

“Move, Lo’ak!” Neteyam grabs Lo’ak’s arm and pulls him out of your lap, making his brother upset due to the sudden snatch from his comfort zone.

In a matter of seconds, the boys start arguing and getting physical, until you deem it necessary to step in and get the situation under control. “Boys! Stop this instant!”

They know they shouldn’t be fighting, especially with their sisters sleeping in the next room, so when your voice booms throughout the marui, they immediately separate from each other with their tails tucked between their legs.

“There is no need for the two of you to fight. Both of you can spend time with me.” You beckon and they run toward you with smiles across their faces, then they sit on your lap and begin to help you weave.

As you continue to weave, the boys begin to feel drowsy, so you put down the unfinished top, pick them up and then walk toward their makeshift beds. When you walk past the makeshift doorway, the entrance curtain rises. You turn your head and see Neytiri walking in with her bow in hand.

“Hello, Ma’ y/n.'' She comes and kisses you on the cheek and rubs Neteyam’s head as he sleeps peacefully with his head laid on your shoulder. “It looks like they tired themselves out.” She chuckles as she kisses them on their forehead, happy to see them after a long day of performing her duties for the clan.

“Yes, they did. I’m going to lay them down and then it’ll just be me and you.” You walk toward the kids’ sleeping area and gently lay them down in their beds. Once you tuck them in, you close their privacy curtain and walk back into the open area where Neytiri is sitting.

“How was it with the hunting party?” You ask as you start making your way to the cooking fire so you can start preparing dinner.

“It was fine. Same as usual.” Neytiri walks up behind you and begins to plant kisses on your cheek, neck, and shoulder blade. Neytiri couldn’t wait to come home to you after the long day she’s had. You’ve always had a way of brightening up her day no matter the situation and today is no different.

As you feel her kisses you can’t help but giggle at the sensation. “Neytiri! I can’t focus on preparing dinner with you kissing me like this!” Neytiri always has a tendency of being extra affectionate when she wants your attention. When she wants you in her warm embrace, with you laying on her chest while she strokes your hair, she would always start kissing every accessible part of you.

“Come lay with me.” She murmurs softly in your ear before she begins to nibble on your earlobe which she knows is your weak spot. Neytiri’s slowly trying to wear you down and make you succumb to her advances.

“‘tiri, I can’t. I have to make dinner.” You whine, beginning to feel breathless under her touch. You are trying to stay strong and stand your ground, but it’s hard when Neytiri is doing the things she knows are your weaknesses. When you feel her hand glide down your spine, making its way to the waistband of your loincloth, you decide to give in before it goes any further.

“Okay, Okay, ‘tiri you win. I'll lay down, but only for a little ‘cause I wanna get dinner started before the kids wake up.” When Neytiri hears that, she doesn’t waste any time and swoops you into her arms, carrying you to your shared area of the marui.

Once she gently places you down, she walks over and closes the curtain in the makeshift doorway, so both of you can have some privacy. She comes back and sits down next to you and you immediately rest your head on her chest and wrap your arm around her torso.

“So yawne, tell me about your day.” As you start giving Neytiri a run-down of your whole day, giving her a full visual of how the children acted throughout the day, she can’t help but get hypnotized by your sweet voice. Watching how your lips move smoothly against each other, she feels compelled to kiss you.

She gracefully moves her hand to your waist while using the other to grab your chin and pull you in for a kiss. The kiss is so soft yet so powerful, you can tell Neytiri has been waiting for this moment all day. The more your lips continue to linger each other, the more it begins to get more intense. Somehow Neytiri ends up towering over you and your hands wind up to the strings of her bra top, almost pulling the strings to fully loosen it.

When your nimble fingers begin to pull the string, the patter of little feet causes your eyes to widen. “‘tiri! The kids, they’re awake!” You mutter in panic, causing both of you to separate from each other, properly adjusting your clothes to how they were before you and Neytiri started the first phase of ‘adult time’. You and Neytiri pull yourselves together just in time before your curtain is pulled back to reveal all four of your children.

“Mama? Can we come in?” Lo’ak asks in a soft voice as he rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“We missed mom and we heard her voice so we all wanted to come.” Kiri chimes in as her tail sways at the sight of you and Neytiri next to each other. With the way all of them stare at you with their cute faces and innocent eyes you can’t think of a reason why they can’t come in. “Of course, farultsyìp.” You flash them an inviting smile which makes all them perk up and scurry across the room to you and Neytiri.

Neteyam walks over to you and hands you baby Tuk and as you cradle her in your arms, she gives you a gummy smile while playing with your top, making your heart melt at the adorable sight. “Thank you, ‘itan.” You love how loving and caring Neteyam was for his younger siblings, especially Tuk. You know for sure that when he gets older he will definitely become protective of them, steering them away from any danger life will throw at them.

Neteyam sits above you and Neytiri heads, Kiri lays across Neytiri’s legs, and Lo’ak presses his body against Neytiri’s shoulder. All of them squirm around for a little until they find a comfortable position.

“Mama, can you tell us a vur?” Kiri has always loved hearing stories about you and Neytiri, especially about when you first joined the Omatikaya. When Neteyam and Lo’ak hear the word “story” they start chiming in, hoping you and Neytiri would entertain them with one of your adventurous stories.

“What story should we tell them, ‘tiri?”

“How about when we first met?” She knows the children like that one because they’ve always found it amusing. You are about to agree when you hear multiple excited yeses which make you chuckle. “I think that’s a good idea.”

As Neytiri begins to tell the story, all the children are tuned in, ready to soak up every word she says. “One day I was out in the forest, hunting and while I was up high in a tree, I saw your mother walking along the forest floor...”

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