#atwow requests

[headsincloud9]

Impressive blog ! Can I request human x Tsu’tey during his heat smut 140. "Want help with that?" Reader offering it’s help ? 🙈

Thank you anonny for sending this in!!

Oof who doesn’t love a controlled and stubborn man like Tsu’tey falling victim to his rut and the only one to help is his precious little human

Words: 331

Warnings: smut no plot just smut MINORS DNI

Quenching the Heat

“Tsu’tey please” you whine out pressed under him your legs spread wide as he holds you against the forest floor. The sloppy sounds of your squelching pussy greedily squeezing and sucking around his length as his hips snaps with reckless abandon against you. He grunts in response the controlled, unyielding olo’eyktan to be unraveling to his own lust and the warm tight cunt he was buried in. “Take it ma’ yawnetu~ I need you” he growls out in your ear as your walls clenched eagerly around him drawing a choked desperate moan from the warrior as he emptied inside you again. You whine out feeling his hot cum fill your stretched insides your own legs shaking as he rubbed against your cervix. You cling to him whimpering as he peppered kisses to your temple.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You giggle in a hopeful voice mainly for the sake that you couldn’t feel or use your legs. You had no idea his heat was this fierce but it wouldn’t have stopped you from blurting out the words that got you in this position. You run your fingers through his braids hearing a soft chuckle emit from his broad chest. “ no but that is why I have you after all your words were” he hums, pressing soft kisses to your oversensitive chest littered in his hickies and bite marks. “‘Do you want some help with that? What kind of student would i be if i didn't help my teacher” he looks at you his eyes still blown black with lust tail swishing with a primal delight. Your face flushes as another wave of arousal shoots through your body seeing his fanged smile and his predatory eyes. His eyes roll back as he groans, snapping his hips into you in reflex “I’ve decided today i'm going to teach your body who it belongs to.” You whimper hot slick dripping from your abused cunt as the next wave of his heat took over.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Reader who’s mom passed away and goes to find jake when they meet again she meets her younger siblings and Loak ask what her purity ring is for and she realizes that she only wore it in front of her mom and she doesn’t need it anymore and jake who knows what that means when you don’t wear your ring anymore starts freaking out and reader is just laughing at the heart attack he’s having even though she’s an adult at this point

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜.

ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: religious themes, purity culture, death of parent, Jake nearly having a heart attack, mentions of weddings.

A/N: I'm not familiar with purity rings, but I've never seen the point of them, I always thought they were weird, but that's just my opinion. I Hope this was to your liking.

Masterlist

Not that long ago you had been living with your dad, since your mom's passing he was the only family you had left. Not only him, but you also had siblings from his marriage. You were already caring towards your younger siblings, they were just the sweetest kids you've met. Your step mom wasn't so thrilled about you living with them since you're a human, but you're your dad's first daughter, so she understands.

You never forgot to wear your purity ring, your mother would flip out when she didn't see the small silver band on your ring finger, she always assumed that you must have lost your purity, but you'd tell her that you just forgot it and she'd calm down. Then you got a scolding for forgetting to wear it, sometimes you just wanted to irk her and tell her that yes, you had lost your purity when you didn't. Since you were living in a different planet with a different religion, you stopped wearing the ring. You didn't see the point in wearing it, besides you were a grown adult that knew what you were doing.

You and Lo'ak had been in the hut with Jake who had been carving somehing for his gun, Lo'ak was showing you how to make a basket with leaves, it was hard, but fun. As you continued on your work, Lo'ak couldn't help but ask. "Hey y/n?" he got your attention. "What is it Lo'ak?" you replied back looking back at him. "What even is a purity ring?" he asked, you looked down at your hand where normally your ring would be in.

"Oh, it's so like, I don't know to show that I'm pure in both body and spirit? My mom would have me wear, if I didn't she'd freak out." You mentioned, while continued to work on your basket. Lo'ak seemed to understand in a way. "So like, in a way, everyone knows that you're not mated yet?" he asked, you just nodded. "Yeah, it's weird, I never got the point of it, some kind of religious thing you could say." You noted.

Lo'ak nodded, then looked at your hand. "Where is it?" he asked, this made Jake's ears twitch to your direction. "Where's what?" you asked, then Lo'ak pointed at your hand. "Your ring" he said, now you understood, but before you could respond. You saw how your dad had got to you and got a hold of your hand to examine it. "Where is your ring?" he asked, but he didn't let you speak. He placed both hands on your shoulder and looked right through your soul.

"Who has taken your purity? Who do I have to kill y/n? please tell me! Who has corrupted your mind babygirl!" he was freaking out. You and Lo'ak looked at each other, awkwardly. Then burst into laughter. "This isn't funny y/n! Who am I going to marry you too!" Jake whined, he was acting like your mother. "Dad! Calm down, I just stopped wearing it" you blurted out while you laughed with Lo'ak. Then Jake stopped. "Why?" he asked, making you giggle. "Because, I'm an adult, I know what I am doing, don't worry, you won't be hearing any wedding bells any times soon." You said while laughing

Jake sigh and gave you a small hug. "That's good, don't scare me like that again babygirl." He said calmly, while Lo'ak was still laughing at his father. "Stop laughing boy!" Jake whined at his youngest son who still couldn't stop laughing.

[neteyamsoare]

In Love With Her Touch.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Lo’ak Sully x Tsireya.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [@redheadvalkyrie]. Can you write about Lo’ak x Tsireya! About how their love language is physical touch and maybe Lo’ak teasing her about her small height and small hand size compared to his. And the family catching on to how much they like each other!! Thank you!!

༉‧₊˚. Summary. While their original plan was to keep their relationship a secret, their love language made it pretty obvious.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Lo'ak & Tsireya.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 914.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Tsawksyul — [sun lilies].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Decided to do headcanons for this. I love writing this, it was cute. I hope you like it.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

𝜗𝜚 — Lo'ak woke up earlier than usual, it was still dark outside and his family was asleep. He tipped toed out of his Marui so no one would notice he was sneaking out.

𝜗𝜚 — He was meeting up with Tsireya for their usual sunrise date, being able to start his day with the Tsireya who he couldn’t even manage to think of living without.

𝜗𝜚 — Ever since the day she held his extra finger and told him that she saw him, his feelings for her grew tenfold. He would do anything for her and if that meant waking up early every day and watching the sunrise, he would do it for the rest of his life just as long as she was next to him.

𝜗𝜚 — Both had decided to keep their relationship on the low before letting others know.

𝜗𝜚 — He finally got to their spot and set up the blanket, he had gotten some tsawksyul on the way because those were Reya’s favorite.

𝜗𝜚 — Just as he finished setting the flowers up two hands covered his eyes and he smiled, “Hey boo,” she giggles as she removes her hands and Lo’ak turned around and puts his hands on her waist as she stands on her tippy toes, her arms wrap around his neck as their lips connect.

𝜗𝜚 — Their kiss was deep and slow as they enjoyed the sound of the waves clashing together.

𝜗𝜚 — As their lips disconnect, she smiles up at him and he chuckles, “I just find it so cute when you have to stand on your tippy toes just to kiss me,” She rolls her eyes as a grin appears on her face and she starts to walk over to the blanket but Lo’ak softly takes her hand in his.

𝜗𝜚 — A mischievous smile appears on his face. “Like look at how small your hand is in mine,” he chuckles as he brings her hand to his mouth and places a few kisses on it.

𝜗𝜚 — “Are you going to make fun of how I’m short all day or are we going to watch the sunrise?” She looks up at him grinning hard as she can’t get over the fact of how cute her boyfriend is.

𝜗𝜚 — Finally being able to look down at the blanket, her eyes light up as she sees the tsawksyul laid out on the blanket, “Oh my Eywa, you remembered tsawksyul are my favorite,” She picks up a few and smells them and smiles as she turns to him and hugs him.

𝜗𝜚 — “Of course, I remember, I always listen when you talk,” he smiles as a darker shade of green shows on her cheeks. “So cute, come on,” he takes her small wrist in his and leads her to the blanket and when she sits down, she straddles his lap, and one of his hands lands on her waist and the other on her thigh.

𝜗𝜚 — These were the moments that made his day when he could enjoy the feeling of her touch on him. His tail wraps around her waist and she smiles as she cups his cheeks.

𝜗𝜚 — The joy of feeling each other was their love language even if their relationship were secret, it didn’t stop them from sneaking little affections to each other, Lo’ak would touch her tail as he walked past her which made her blush, and course, she would touch his and a smirk would appear on his face.

𝜗𝜚 — He would find any excuse to touch her, whether it was just a pat on her head or touching her hair, or just even holding her wrist, he just loved being able to feel her against him.

𝜗𝜚 — She leaned down and once again their lips connected forming their own little dance, they totally forgot to watch the sunrise and they didn’t mind one bit, they got the rest of their lives together to watch it.

𝜗𝜚 — They laid down on the blanket, her leg on his, his arm on her waist as her hand was on his cheek rubbing it softly and they looked into each other’s eyes smiling.

𝜗𝜚 — They were so into each other that they didn’t know time had passed and they now had an audience.

𝜗𝜚 — Their families watching them from afar smiling except for Ao’nung who just rolls his eyes.

𝜗𝜚 — Neytiri put her head on Jake’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her, “Ma Jake, they remind me so much of us,” she smiles putting her hand to her mouth. All Jake could do was nod and smile. He was happy that his son was happy.

𝜗𝜚 — Ronal steps closer to Tonowari and puts her hand on his back while her other arm holds their baby.

“Look how happy our little girl is,” she smiles as she looks up at him as he looks down at her returning her smile. He kissed her forehead and once again looked at the young couple, sure he thought Lo’ak was a bit of a troublemaker but he had no doubt that he would keep his little safe with the look he was giving her, it was the same look he has when he looks at Ronal and it made him smile.

𝜗𝜚 — Neteyam was happy for his little brother, finally not causing trouble for once. 

𝜗𝜚 — Kiri thought they looked cute and matched each other very well. 

𝜗𝜚 — Of course, Tuk loved them, she loved Tsireya and loved seeing her older brother happy. 

𝜗𝜚 — Spider pretended to gag at the sight of them being “too lovey-dovey” but inside he was happy for Lo’ak. 

🔖 @livelaughloak @blackheart-stuff @amart-e

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[whxre-bxby]

Here is the order of the coming fanfics that you have all voted on🩷

Thank you all for participating I can't believe 477 people voted.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 1K HOLY SHIT, I never thought this would blow up so much. I had 12 followers before I started posting atwow fanfiction, so damn the audience grew😂

Side note: I have one more finals exam in the next few weeks so I'll be a little busy studying. Meaning I won't be able to punch out these fanfics day after day, so I'm sorry. I also can't take any new requests right now because I have so much to write now. (NOT COMPLAINING, I PROVIDE, YOU DESERVE THIS💕)

Love you all, thank you for the support and I plan on keeping this blog running for as long as possible.

[ethanlvndry]

Roxto X reader fluff whit angst?

I've had this in my inbox since December, so I'm gonna clear it out!

Title: Only you

Pairing: Roxto x Metkayina!reader

Type:Angst, to fluff

⚠️:none

Pov:1st person

Summary: You see Roxto talking with one of the Metkayina girls that everyone has been crushing on. You, however, see how her expression changes when she comes around. Will you confess in time, or will it be too late?

♡♡♡

"You've got to tell him [name]!" Tik'ila urges me as she catches me, staring at Roxto from across the reef.

"No way! Don't you see the way he looks at Naku?"

I feel my eyes tear up at the mention of her name. I know I'll never be as pretty as her. So I think ill of her, even though it's not her fault.

"Oh, c'mon! He looks at her like she's a friend! He looks at her the way he looks at Ao'nung-"

She starts to talk more, but she's cut off by the very girl we were just talking about.

Naku.

"Hey you guys, I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me some.. Crush advice. There's this really cute boy who I've been talking to. But, I have no idea how to confess to him."

Tik and I make eye contact when we realize who she's talking about.

I was about to decline her request. Seeing as I had no experience in stuff like this. But Tik quickly took my spot and started spewing out recommendations that she never gave to me. Her best friend.

Naku thanks her and dismisses herself. Leaving Tik and I by ourselves. Tik suffering the blow of my pointed stare towards her, making her sweat bullets

"I'm sorry I panicked! She was just being so nice and I got nervous!" Of course, Tik is developing a crush on Naku. Just like Roxto probably did.

"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I'll forget about it."

Tik'ila and I continue on our day together when night finally comes.

♡♡♡

As I'm walking back, I see Naku hiding behind a marui web, staring at Roxto from a distance, who's walking along the shore, and talking with Ao'nung.

I remember I had to pass by the shore, in order to get to my marui, and as I'm walking past, I hear my name being called. I pick up my shoulders and straighten my back at the vibrations coming from the ground that are getting more powerful. I turn to see Roxto, and Ao'nung trekking towards me.

"Hey [name]! What are you up to?" Ao'nung asks.

"Nothing, just about to go rest so that I'm ready for the celebration tomorrow. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Roxto was wondering if you could take my spot in the walk we usually do across the shore, I have to meet up with Neteyam."

"Of course I can. It's not like I was doing something important. Enjoy your time with Neteyam 'nung!"

As Ao'nung walks back to the village, I'm left to converse with Roxto, which is not the first time I have, but as I've gotten older, and my crush on him has grown. It's gotten difficult for me.

"I'm sorry if this is a burden for you, I can walk back to my marui if you wanna rest. Ao'nung isn't very considerate when Neteyam isn't around."

"Don't worry! I haven't been as active as zi wanted to be today. So you're helping me, and I'd like to thank you for that."

♡♡♡

After we take 2 whole laps around the entire island. We circle back to my marui. Roxto being kind enough to drop me off.

"I had such a good time with you, Roxto. We should do this again sometime."

"I did, too, I would love to do this again with you."

As I'm walking into my marui, I pass Roxto to see a faint purplish blush on his face. But it is wiped away faster than I can blink.

I reach my hand up to grab the flap that covers my pods entrance. But I am stopped by a hand latching onto my wrist, stopping me from doing so.

I look at Roxto and see an uneasy look in his eyes.

"Roxto, is everything alrig-"

I'm cut off by the feeling of lips being mashed against mine. Before it stops.

"I'm so sorry [name]! I don't know why I did th-"

He's cut off by me, pulling him back for a kiss.

"I like you too. But you like Naku more, don't you?"

"Naku and I are just friends. She has a crush on Ao'nung and Neteyam."

I facepalm myself at how stupid I've been to not notice the hand caressing that goes on with those 3.

I open my mouth to apologize to Roxto for how stupid I've been, but I'm cut off my a kiss.

No talking...just us and Eywa's way. Only, us.

I nod my head.

"Oel ngati kameie, Roxto"

"Oel ngati kameie, My love"

[rivatar]

Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?

While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And let’s just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkk🤭

Guilty Pleasure

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end

W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)

A/n: thank you for this request anon!!💖 I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope y’all enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah 😘

“We will see you later, ma’Jake,” Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Lo’ak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short “Bye, dad,” with their bows in hand.

“Come with us daddd!” Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.

“I’d love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,” He smiled gently.

She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasn’t coming.

“Bring me back a big ‘angtsìk(hammerhead titanothere)!” He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasn’t her thing. She gave Jake a quick “Bye” and walked out without looking at him.

“I love you too!” He laughed, “You’ll do great!” He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldn’t suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.

Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.

Jake’s smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.

He had a lovely wife and an amazing family—everything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.

He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? You’ve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all day— the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a na’vi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average na’vi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasn’t just your stunning appearance— it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.

He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasn’t even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasn’t had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiri’s needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, he’s learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if you’ve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldn’t?

Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and he’s even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.

But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.

He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldn’t be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldn’t let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.

…

You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was… Jake?

“Jake.. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. “Is something wrong?”

He stood confidently, almost like he owned the place— I mean he was the Olo’eyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.

He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?

He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid something is wrong,” he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. “W-What is it? I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong, sir-“

“Don’t play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.” He cut you off sharply.

You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. “Excuse me?” You scoffed.

He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.

He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you weren’t a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.

He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.

“Understand?” He quipped.

You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.

He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.

“You do this to me. It’s your fault” he snapped, “You’ve been torturing me night and day and you know it” he accused with his pointer finger in your face.

Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. “What?? I’ve done nothing! You’re fucking crazy!”

“You are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,”

You couldn’t help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.

His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. “Is that right? The lil’ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?”

Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.

“Fuck you!” You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “That’s the plan.”

You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didn’t want this. But in reality, you don’t think anything has ever piqued your interest more.

He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.

He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Not stopping me, I see,” he quietly mocked.

Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didn’t want to see the smug grin on his face.

“Now what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?” He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.

He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.

Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.

“Please..” you mewled quietly.

Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. “Oh so the brat has manners now?”

“Mhmm” you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.

He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.

He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.

“Oh!” You cried

You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.

He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. “You taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.

You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy you’ve ever felt. You’ve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.

He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.

Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.

You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.

You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, “you didn’t tell me you were a pussy eating expert”

He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. “You thought the old man wouldn’t know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.

“You are so tiny, ya know that?”

You rolled your eyes once again. “Yes, everyone loves telling me how short I am” you complained.

“Mhmm well I think it’s hot as fuck”

He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.

He didn’t fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? You won’t be laughing much longer,” he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.

And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.

“You’re not that big. I’ve had bigger.” You lied, trying to sound confident.

He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. “That so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,” he taunted.

You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.

His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one you’ve never experienced this intensely.

He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.

“Mmmm!! ‘s so good!” You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.

He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Holy shit” he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum too quick” he panted.

You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.

“More!! Please!” You didn’t really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.

He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.

His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.

“Fuckkkk!” You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.

He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.

“Shit baby, you’re close, huh?” He groaned.

“Yesss! Don’t fucking stop!” You begged and whimpered.

And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussy’s grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.

“Nghh- gonna fill you up” he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.

He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.

He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.

“Your pussy looks best with my cum in it,” he admired.

You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.

He got your message by the look in your face. “I’m sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as I’d rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-“ he paused, looking physically pained, “before my family gets back home.”

Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.

“Yes, o-of course… I’m sorry,” you offered weakly.

He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” And with that he left your hut.

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Hi, I would like to request a tonowari x fem human reader were his kids (aonung and tsireya) and her kid (girl, fully human) are like a blended family and the sullys show up to the metkayina and theyre like 🤨 because they didnt even know humans went outside the omatikaya. it can go where ever you want just had that idea in my head

Thank you <33

Our Family- Tonowari x Reader

(This kinda turned into a Son! Aonung x Stepmom! Reader, too. I hope that's alright!)

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+ When the Sully family sought uturu in the Metkayina clan, they didn't expect to find humans there, that far out in Pandora. They especially didn't expect to find out that the Olo'eyktan is in a relationship with the woman and has adopted her child as her own. Not to mention, his children listening to her as if she was their birth mother.

"Aonung?" I called from my spot by the cook pit. He popped his head into the marui's entrance.

"Yes ma?" He asked.

"Can you grab me the leather ties? Your father accidentally put them out of my reach again." I asked, pointing to a basket on a high shelf. He nodded and walked over to the basket grabbing a few ties for me.

"Here you go, ma." He hands them to me.

"Thank you." I took them and tied up the stuffed roasting leaves. He knelt down next to me and adjusted the grate over the cook pit for me. As I was about to set the food on the fire, we heard the horns from the reef.

"What the..." Aonung muttered before sharing a confused look with me. We both got up and walked over to the entrance. We saw 5 ikrans approaching.

"Ma?" Aonung looked down at me. As the ikrans landed I saw Ronal heading that way.

"Go on. If you see Kira, send her home please."

"Yes ma." He leaned down and kissed my head before running off. I walked back in and a few minutes later my daughter Kira came running in.

"What's going on, Mom?"

"I don't know. We'll wait for Wari to come and tell us." I run my hand over her head. "It's safer for us to stay here since we don't know the Navi that have come."

"Okay." She went and sat on a mat before pulling at the top she had been working on. It wasn't long until Tsireya walked in.

"Ma? Kira?" She smiled at us.

"What darling?" I looked up at her.

"Dad wants you to come meet some people." I was surprised but nodded.

"Come on Kira." I said as I walked towards the exit. She ran over and I pulled her into my side. We followed Tsireya to see a family of six standing next to Wari. As we walked up, I saw the family look at us completely shocked.

"Daddy!" Kira ran over to Wari and hugged his leg. He chuckled before picking her up.

"Hello, my Katir (rainbow)." He greeted Kira. He held her on his side before reaching for me. "Yawne."

"Hi." I took his large hand and he brought it up to his lips.

"Um, I'm confused." I heard one of the newcomers say. I looked at them. I looked at the oldest Male and realized he looked familiar. I glanced down and saw he had 5 fingers and toes.

"Jake Sully." He met my gaze as I said his name.

"Yes. I am. How did you..." He trailed off.

"I worked at Hells gate." I said in English at first before switching back to Navi. "I was a scientist for botany. Another scientist and I were out on assignment when the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains happened. I was against the RDA's plans and tactics so I was deemed okay to stay."

"Oh. But how did you end up out here?"

"12 years ago, my companion and I were chased from our outpost lab by some viperwolves and he was killed. I made it to the coast but got washed out to sea by a severe storm. I was pregnant at the time and I was washed up here." I explained.

"How did you not get... Well, um killed?"

"We were shocked when she washed up. But when we realized she was pregnant, we couldn't hurt her. Even Ronal was hesitant. Ultimately, We realized she wasn't a threat and was allowed to stay. Along with her child." Wari explained before smiling at Kira.

"But you two are together?" The woman asked. Jake looked a little mortified.

"Neytiri. Human and Navi relationships weren't unheard of back home." Jake said quietly.

"Yes but the Olo'eyktan? That isn't ..." She started to ask.

"Neytiri! Not our place." He said urgently. I chuckled. "Plus you really have no room to talk." Her eyes widened.

"Fine." She huffed before turning to us. With a genuine look in her eye, she apologized. "I am sorry."

"It's alright. We know it's out of the norm." Wari smiled. "Now, Tsireya will show you to your marui."

"Thank you. It was nice to meet you." Jake smiled and Tsireya led them away. Wari let Kira down who followed her sister. Wari and I headed back to our marui.

"So, why are they here?"

"They seek uturu."

"Uturu? Why?" I looked up at him confused.

"From the sky people." I nodded. I had a nagging feeling in my chest but shook it off. "You're worried about something."

"You know me to well." I chuckled. He reached down and picked me up. "The thought of humans back on Pandora is just a chilling thought. I can understand why Jake has done this."

"Do not worry, Ma'Y/N. We are safe here." He nuzzled my cheek. I cupped his cheek.

"I know. I just can't help but worry." I said as he carried me into our home.

"Everything will be Okay." He assured me. He sat down and set me on his lap. He began playing with my hair. I sighed, relaxing.

"Okay, my love. I trust you." Not long after that Kira, Teysira, and Aonung came in.

*Time skip*

A couple of weeks later, I was out collecting some shells for jewelry and clothes. I was out wading in the water a ways away from the village when I heard the sound of a fight. I quickly walked that way to see the Sully kids and Aonung with his friends fighting.

"Okay enough!" I yelled walking up to them. "Aonung! Roxto!"

"Shit!" I heard Lo'ak muttered.

"Break it up." I snapped. Aonung and Roxto quickly broke off and backed up. Neteyam pulled Lo'ak away. "Seriously?! Acting like petty children. I can't believe any of you!"

"Ma, I'm ..."

"Don't even Aonung!" I turned to look up at him. "I know you started this so don't even start. I am very disappointed in you." His ears fell back and he curled into himself with his tail dropping.

"Yes ma'am." I turned to the Sully boys and Kiri. They looked surprised at me.

"I'm disappointed in you two as well." I said to Neteyam and Lo'ak. They looked guilty. "Everyone, back to the village. We're going to talk to Wari and Jake now. Kiri you don't have too, sweetheart."

"Yawne?" Wari looked up as we entered. "What's wrong?"

"I'll explain as soon as Jake gets here. Wari looked between the boys and his gaze hardened at the looks of them.

"I may have an idea after all." He said. Once Jake arrived, I explained everything to Jake and Wari and we parted ways to speak to our kids privately. Once at our marui, I pointed at the mat for Aonung to sit.

"Do you have any respect for Kira and I?" I asked. Aonung's ears laid back.

"Of course I do."

"Then why do you treat Kiri like that? Lo'ak? Why do you treat them like demons when you call me Ma? Me, a human?!" I snapped. He flinched. I could feel Wari standing behind me. "You are being disrespectful to me and your sister as well as the Sully children. No more."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded. I turned away, rubbing my head.

"Go, think about what you've done. Think about our family. " Wari dismissed Aonung.

"Yes sir. Yes Ma'am." He stood. "I'm truly sorry, Ma." I nod and he leaves.

"Wari..." I turned to my mate with watery eyes. He gave me a sad smile. "Did I do something too..."

"No, no. You haven't clone anything. I'm sorry, Yawne. I don't know what's gotten into him." Wari knelt in front of me. He took my hand and nuzzled my neck. I could feel the tears nearly spilling from my eyes. I cuddled into his chest. He ran a hand up and down my back. "Shh, yawne."

"I am just confused. Sure he doesn't like humans much and I understand. But Jake proved himself to the Na'vi. His kids are born Na'vi and don't deserve to be treated like demons."

"I hate to say it but I figure he's following his mothers displeasure in the situation." Wari said and I agreed. furiously wiped my face.

"You're right. But Aonung is doing a lot more than grumbling about this." I mumbled as I nodded. He gave a small chuckle before cupping my cheek.

"Well, I believe you straighten him out, Ma'Y/N." He comforted me with encouragement.

"Thank you, Ma'Wari. I hope so." I smiled before sighing. "I don't know what we're going to do with that boy."

A little while later after Wari calmed me down, Jake came to us nearly in a panic with Neteyam and Aonung in tow.

"What?!" I exclaimed as Jake told us that Lo'ak was missing. My mind immediately went to Anoung doing something. I turned to the boy with a glare before Neteyam stepped up.

"I can assure you Aonung didn't have anything to do with it. Just after he spoke privately with you, he came and found me to apologize. And I went with him to apologize to Kiri. So Aonung was with me and Kiri when Loak disappeared."

"Alright. Good. Thank you Neteyam." I said and gave Aonung a soft smile. He gave one back. Tonowari set his hand on my back.

"I'll help look for him." He says turning to Jake. "I have a feeling that this has something to do with my friends. Plus I need to try and make up for the way I've treated him. It wasn't right or fair. I am very sorry."

"Thank you for apologizing," Jake nodded.

"Come. We'll start the search." Tonowari said to Jake. He directed some others before turning to me. "I'll be back. can you keep an eye out in case he makes it back?"

"Of course. Go." He nodded and gave me a kiss on the head. Everyone quickly dispersed but Aonung walked up to me.

"I'm sorry ma. I promise I'll do better by our family." He said genuinely as he knelt down in front of me.

"I know." I hugged him. I gave him a pat on the head. "Now go. Help find Lo'ak. Anything can happen to him out there. You, I, and your father will talk about it more later."

"Yes ma." He smiled. He followed everyone else. I sighed and shook my head.

"Eywa, what am I going to do with that boy?" I asked out loud. I heard a familiar set of giggles next to me. I turned to see Tsireya and Kira. "Come on you two. We better go check on Tuk, Kiri, and Neytiri."

"Okay Ma." They nodded and we left.

[reyalvr]

HEY POOKS i have a request(idk if there closed or not so please lmk) so like reader who hates physical touch finally holds aonungs finger like when there walking together and like his reaction?? idk first time requesting and your my fav writer❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

NEW BEGINNINGS.

୨⎯ in which first impressions are changed – slightly. ⎯୧

genre┊ chaotic fluff, enemies-to-friends, slight e2l if you squint hard enough

pairing┊ao’nung x fem-sully!reader 

wordcount┊2.9k

warnings┊none, ao’nung is just an idiot (so nothing new) 

author’s note┊ vv cute request but i’m ngl i did end up struggling a bit trying to come up with a scenario for this T^T again, sorry if i had to modify it a bit! hope you still like it anon <//3 also the scene where ao’nung takes lo’ak outside the reef doesn’t happen here! also i'm encouraging you guys to listen to the song rec i added because it really just ties everything in together LMFOAHGHJD (edit: i’ll write a sweeter drabble soon too help)

song recs ┊ lujon.

When you had first arrived at Awa'atlu, Ao’nung had pegged you as the silent, strong-willed eldest daughter of the Sully family. During training you only ever kept to yourself, practicing on your own as soon as you mastered whatever technique they were teaching you that day. You weren’t rude, just very stand-offish.

So stand-offish to the point where not even his insults or antics could get a reaction out of you. It drove him mad, really. Your other siblings, save for probably Neteyam, had given him the reaction that he had expected, wanted even. He thrived on attention, be it bad or good – it’s what made him feel confident. 

So when you arrived here, paying him no mind, his brain had gone haywire. He tried doing everything he could – jokes, pranks, and hell, even compliments for minor achievements. Those didn’t work, and he was just about to give up on garnering anything out of you until today happened. He hadn’t seen it coming.

He had spotted you and Kiri by the shore, sitting together as you admired the sand. Ao’nung was aware that this environment was new to you, yet he still found it strange how you always managed to be so entranced by every single thing. He murmured something to his friends, and they snickered at his words.

You turned then, your bright yellow eyes looking at all of them with disinterest. He flashed you a smile and again you did nothing, not even an eye roll. He felt it falter, though he kept it up as soon as your sister lifted herself out of the water. 

“Huh? What’d you say?” She asked, her tone so welcomingly friendly. 

“Are you some kind of… freak?” He teased, his hands coming up to grab her arm. 

“No,” She answered flatly, trying to pull herself out of his grasp.

He waved it around then, as if it were some toy. His friends all laughed at your sister’s hand, treating her like some kind of deformity. You quickly pulled her out of their circle, your face slowly forming a scowl. His eyes widened slightly as he took note of your reaction – success? Not quite, but nearly. He continued on with his antics, hoping that today would finally be the day he got something out of you. 

You didn’t understand why Ao’nung was so fixated on treating you and your family like shit. He was a menace, and you honestly couldn’t believe you’d made it this far without retaliating against him. You wanted to yell at them to stop, but you knew that you would only be provoking them. 

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re not even real na’vi.” Ao’nung continued, his hand now coming up to pull on your tail.

You yelped, instantly turning to face him. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead the moment you laid eyes on him. You hated it when strangers touched you without warning, let alone people you hated. Eywa, you wanted nothing more than to smack the entitlement out of this boy. But still you remained silent, opting to just walk away from the situation. 

You heard your brothers then, suddenly joining the crowd. Lo’ak guided the both of you further away while Neteyam stopped whatever else was about to fly out of Ao’nung’s mouth. Your scowl remained though, and you kept your death stare focused on him and his circle of idiots. 

“And from now on,” Neteyam concluded, his expression just as pissed as yours, if not, even more. “I need you to respect my sisters.”

He made eye-contact with you briefly, and something about the look in his eyes told you that he had no intention of keeping his word. You scowled even deeper. 

One of his friends actually had the gall to hiss at your brother, though Ao’nung had made the smart choice of holding him off. Neteyam made his way back to you now, gesturing for you guys to head back to the village. And you were going to– really, you were, but Ao’nung just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. 

“Look at them, they’re all freaks. Especially quiet girl,” He said, his tone hushed but loud enough for you to still hear. “She’s already a four-fingered freak, what more if she can’t even handle a little tug.”

He had his back turned to you as you stomped angrily towards him, your fist already clenched at your side. His friends had no time to warn him as you angrily jerked his shoulder, making him face you. 

“[Y/N] leave it be!” Kiri begged, but it was already too late. 

You decked him, hard. He stumbled as he fell, landing straight into the shallow water. He blinked slowly as he regained whatever balance he had left, his hand coming up to caress his cheek. Everyone looked at you in shock. In your entire stay with the Metkayina clan, never did you act out this rashly before. In fact, you never acted out at all. 

“Four-fingered freak, you say?” Your tone was taunting him, your tail swinging rapidly as you tried your best to keep yourself at bay. “You mean the freak who just put you on your ass?”

His friends hissed at you, already lunging towards your direction for the insult. They didn’t make it two steps in as your brothers had already stepped in for you, swinging hits left and right. You were pushed out of the way, and you staggered backwards until you were next to Kiri again. 

She gave you a look, and though you were older than her it felt like you were the younger one moments away before getting a scolding. In the end you had to pry your brothers away, eventually meeting up with your father by one of the pathways. All of you, except for Kiri, kept your heads bowed as you listened to your father’s words of displeasure. 

To say he looked disappointed would be an understatement. He was pissed, yes, but more importantly he was embarrassed. He had asked of you guys one thing, and you had tried so hard to live up to your promise of respect. But today was your last straw. 

You could tell your father was torn between having to scold you or let you go with just a warning. He knew now of Ao’nung’s torment, yet he didn’t want to jeapordize the safety the village provided for your family. 

Wanting to fix this mess immediately, he walked the three of you to the chief’s marui. You sighed and closed your eyes as you walked, mad at yourself for even escalating this stupid situation in the first place. You had everything under control, but all it took was one tail tug and a few harsh words to have your composure come crashing down. 

Ao’nung leaned on the side of his marui now, watching as you and your brothers apologized for your actions. He held a cloth with medicinal paste against his cheek, his cuts stinging as he continued to dab it on. His mother and father stood beside him, their presence the only thing keeping him from mumbling any more digs at you.

You were the last to speak, and he could tell that you didn’t want to do this. You took a few moments before you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with such resentment. The hand you had used to give him the bruising wound below his eye was still tightly fisted, your knuckles still red from the amount of force you had used in one blow. 

“I am sorry,” You started, so much distaste in your words. “So sorry that I hit you. And I am even more sorry that I put you on your ass.” 

Lo’ak snorted quietly, trying to keep quiet so as to not piss your dad off even more. You felt your father nudge your shoulder, and you redid your apology, this time with a little less sarcasm and annoyance. 

Ao’nung’s parents sighed heavily as they approved of your words, followed by his father demanding that he apologize as well for his insults. He had tried to protest, but one look from Tonowari was enough to have him muttering a half-assed apology. 

You didn’t care, it wasn’t sincere anyway. And even if it were, you had no intention of accepting it. Once all was said and done, you were the first one to go. You walked away, your expression back to its nonchalant one. You held your head up high, no longer hanging it in embarrassment. 

Ao’nung had remained in his place, his mind still processing what had happened today. He was successful in his mission, but could it really be a success if he was the one injured? Could it really be a success if your feelings toward him were only momentarily, your stoic persona coming back almost instantly?

Needless to say though, the reaction he got out of you was unexpected. He knew you were tough, your father was Toruk Makto for crying out loud. But he wasn’t ready for your physical retaliation. Even at the beach, he only stared at you as his friends tried to defend him. 

He winced again as he remembered the pain on his cheek, the bruised spot feeling incredibly sore. He was thankful that you didn’t aim for his jaw, since that truly would have shut him up for good. He brought his hand up, slightly tapping the tender area. Who would’ve known that a quiet little thing like you had so much power? Not him, clearly.

He continued to stand there, still examining all his injuries. His sister came up to him then, just coming back from wherever she had been. She looked at him, her eyes darting from bruise to bruise. What happened? her gaze said, though he had a feeling she already had an idea of the events that transpired today.

He only brushed her off, turning to walk back inside the pod. She followed after him, persistent in getting answers out of her brother. Tsireya sat in front of him, not leaving her place until he spoke. He gave her a look, but she gave him a look as well in return.

He groaned under his breath and rolled his eyes before he finally told her everything; the teasing, the taunts, the fight, your punch. She put a hand up to her mouth, much like how Lo’ak tried to compress his laughter a while ago. How fitting. 

“Are you laughing?” He said, slightly offended that his own sister found his failures funny. 

She pressed her lips into a tight line, shaking her head instantly, though he could see her fighting a grin. She put a hand up to his shoulder, patting him lightly as she got up, taking an empty basket with her. 

“Oh big brother, just what have you gotten yourself into?” She said, the suppressed laugh from earlier sprinkled in her words. “If [Y/N] didn’t already despise you before, she definitely does now.”

“Why should I care?” He said as he stood, facing his sister with his arms crossed. 

“Why should you care?” She turned and parroted his words, eyes wide at how infuriatingly dense Ao’nung was. “Need I remind you that she is the daughter of Toruk Makto, one of the greatest war leaders of our time.” 

“She was on the path to becoming Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya,” He was about to interrupt her until she put her hand up, stopping him from saying anything before she finished. “It is not wise to have her as an enemy.” 

“So, what, are you saying I should apologize?” He said. “I already did.”

She put a hand on her hip, clearly starting to get frustrated with her older brother. “No, you didn’t. And yes, I am telling you to go apologize to her – truthfully and sincerely this time.” 

He wanted to protest against her, but she quickly tossed the basket she was holding to him. “Go now. She will be by the docks gathering materials for her family’s feast tonight.” 

“But-” He tried, but Tsireya had already made up her mind in making him go in her place.

“How do you even know where she is?” He asked, his face scrunched up as he reluctantly made his way out of the marui. 

“Because unlike you, I don’t treat her like an outcast. And besides, she likes me.” She said, her shoulders shrugging up at the last phrase. She smacked him on the back of his head before he was fully out of the pod, reiterating her words as he continued on his way.

He found you then, folding dried leaves into your basket. You were right where Tsireya had said you would be, sitting quietly like always. You looked at peace in your solace, your body free of any tension. Your hair was up haphazardly, free from your usual taut braids. The evening breeze had finally come, the sky going from bright blue to muted orange. 

He coughed as he made his way towards you, breaking the relaxing solitude you were relishing in. You looked up, still continuing on with whatever you were doing. Your loathing stare was enough to make him fidget in his place before he finally decided to speak up. 

“I, uh,” He stuttered. Actually stuttered. He cursed himself mentally before continuing. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry. Again.” 

You blinked away boredly, only humming and nodding your head in response. You quickly took your basket with you as you got up, already making your way back to your pod. You didn’t want to be alone with the reef boy any longer, Eywa only knows what you’d do if he dared to provoke you once more. 

“[Y/N] wait-” He said, clumsily turning as he grabbed your arm.

You hissed at him, his grip on your arm falling as soon as he saw your reaction. Right, you did not like being touched without warning. He put his arms up, trying to show that he meant no harm. 

“Are you not satisfied yet, hm? Does your ego still need to be fed?” You said, eyebrows furrowing as you continued to berate him. “You won! All you wanted was a reaction, right? Well you got it!” 

“No!” He argued back, annoyance starting to creep up on him. This was pointless, of course you wouldn’t be willing to accept his apology, let alone be in his presence for more than five minutes. “I am trying to apologize, please just listen-”

“Kalweyaveng,” You muttered under your breath, hand coming up to hold your forehead as you tried to calm your nerves. You had already caused one scene today, you weren’t about to start another. You took a few breaths before you finally faced him again, trying to remain nonchalant as you, aversely, heard him out.

He tried to maintain eye-contact with you, but your stare was just so deep. It felt like you were trying to burn holes into his head the longer he stared at you. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow raised as you were clearly getting impatient in the ever growing silence.

“Let’s call a truce.” He finally breathed out, his arm already outstretched in your direction. “New beginnings.” 

You looked up at him, then down to his arm, then up back to him again. You squinted, unsure if he would be able to stick to his word. Not that it mattered, you were more than capable of handling any situation if he decided to break his vow. But still, a truce was an important promise, and it needed to be held truthfully all throughout. 

It was painfully awkward now, his smug demeanor vanishing the longer he stayed quiet. He cursed his sister for setting him up to this, and he cursed himself even more for agreeing. He did not have to do this, he was the chief’s son – next in line for Olo’eyktan. But, regrettably, he knew Tsireya’s words were right. You were a mighty hunter, with a legacy of powerful warriors before you. It really wouldn’t be wise to have you against him. 

“Please,” He said, breaking the silence. “I swear to Eywa that I will not break this vow.” 

Your ears perked up at this – swearing on the Great Mother meant that someone was serious. You scoffed, huh, he actually meant it. You took his hand then, wrapping your fingers around his forearm as you shook in agreement. Though his hands were rough, they were gentle on you as he took note of your uncomfortableness with strangers. 

You never liked the feeling of touch from people you didn’t know, and you still don’t, but Ao’nung’s warmth didn’t feel as bad now than compared to before. 

“Truce.” You said, slowly removing your arm away from him. 

He grinned. You frowned. He stopped grinning. 

He walked with you now, keeping up with your pace. “So, what now, tree girl?” He teased. 

You gave him a look as if to say ‘really?’, and he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, we are friends now, right? I can call you that?” 

You stopped, turning to the side to face him. You threw him your heavy basket unexpectedly, and he stumbled back as he tried to catch it without spilling any of the contents. 

“Oh yeah, we are friends now, fish lips.” You said, tone laced in sarcasm. “And since we’re friends, you can carry that for me, right?” 

You continued on your way then, not waiting for his reply. He watched you for a bit as you walked ahead, and he laughed slightly.

May Eywa bless him with the strength to earn your trust. 

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[forthedragonqueen]

Neteyam confronting Aonung and defending his siblings.

⤻ requested by anon

+ bonus

[dreamywriter143]

i’ve actually never made a request before so i’m actually nervous 😶

uhh so please if you can i’d really like subby!neteyam cumming from tail play and like idk neck kissing or smthn

i think that would be a lot of fun

um okay yea thank you for listening and ur consideration ig? okay bye thank you 🐰

Sweet Boy

Status: REQUEST

Paring: Neteyam x Reader (Y/n)

Warnings: Complete filth, just plain smut with no story. NSFW/MDNI. Orgasm denial, SubNeteyam, DomReader, Small mommy kink, dumbification, mention of BDSM (tying up Neteyam). (Both characters are AGED-UP to 22-23years old!)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I kind of got carried away but I hope I was able to fulfil your request! I apologize in advance if it's not good😭 Also I’ll be fulfilling requests slowly, I have some other one-shots I’m working on along with school and work! So please bare with me. Other then that, enjoy!! This was out of my element as I’m still new to writing smut, especially with kinks included. So please be easy on me!

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“Y-y/n” Neteyam whispers through clenched teeth. His head thrown back in pure ecstasy. He couldn’t stop the jolts of electricity that twitched throughout his body, desperately chasing after his orgasm his mate deprived him of.

“Hm? What was that sweet boy?” Y/n asks, her hand slick with Neteyam’s precum. Her hand leisurely stroking his shaft. His cock stood up hard, his veins protruding along the girthy length in a desperate plea for a release.

“W-anna c-uhmmm” Neteyam’s words slur, his mind foggy with only one goal in mind.

His body jumps to the feeling of Y/n’s hand firmly grasping his cock, languidly thrusting her hand along his length. The sound of his cum against her hands sent another wave of pure pleasure down his spine. Neteyam’s ears twitched uncomfortably, he’s toes curling at the feeling of his orgasm drawling near.

“Oh c’mon now. Where are your manners?” Y/n tuts mockingly. Her hand slip past his pulsating cock. Leaving him bare. Neteyam whines out loud, his hips thrusting upwards, chasing after her hand that left him high and wet all over again. His hips jerk with vigour, feeling desperation flood his system.

“M’sorry. Plwase Y/n-“ Neteyam tries again, still unable to focus on what his mate was truly asking for. Y/n scoffs at his pathetic plea, she stands up causing Neteyam ears to fold back. Tears lips past his eyes in frustration. Frustration that he couldn’t achieve the orgasm he’s been trying to chase for the past hour.

Y/n steps towards him, lifting herself up to his lap. She gently situated herself on his lap being mindful to avoid his throbbing cock, that rested helplessly against her stomach. Her loincloth was soaked through, the smell of her arousal sending Neteyam into another frenzy. At this point he was convinced he would cum, untouched, just by simply smelling her essence.

“Try again my sweet boy, I know you can do it” Y/n purrs, she places her hand against his chest, pressing him firmly into the chair he sat upon. Thank Eywa she thought of tying his wrists onto the armrest. Preventing him from moving or taking control.

But Y/n had nothing to worry about, he was beyond his reasoning at his point. Willing to submit even if she untied them. Y/n feels Neteyam try to thrust his cock against her stomach, which was slick and covered with his precum.

He was desperate for some sort of friction. Aching for his release. He tries again, jerking his hips upwards once again.

Y/n growls threateningly under her breath, her teeth baring with a hiss. Neteyam whimpers at the sound. His eyes scrunching into a close at the sound that seems to vibrate through her, into him.

“Try again” Y/n says sternly, her thighs closing in on him, locking him in place. She purposely left his cock untouched as she tentatively reached up to caress her hands within his locks. Sweat pooling around his forehead dripping down his face and mixing in with his tears.

“Fuc-k Ma- Shi-“ Neteyam rambles, finding it harder and harder to form words. He squirms under her hold, feeling himself at wits’ end.

Neteyam eyes shoots open abruptly when he felt her delicate hands trail down his hair, gently grabbing onto his kuru. Neteyam’s gasps at the feeling, the most sensitive part of him being held by Y/n’s warm hands. Neteyam aggressively bucks his hips up into her, relishing in the few seconds his cock glided against her glistening stomach.

“Fuck- plEaAs!!” Neteyam cries out pitifully, Y/n bites her lips at the scene in front of her. Neteyam laying bare, his entire body covered in a sheen on sweat. His tears rolling down his cheeks as tiny gasps left his swollen lips. His eyes blown completely wide, unable to take the teasing any longer.

“Plea-ase M-mama, let me cummm” Neteyam tries one last time, using the tiny moment of clarity to his advantage. Finally being able to formulate the words he knew his mate wanted to hear.

Y/n’s ears twitch happily at the nickname. She inhaled her mates scent, feeling her own arousal cloud her thoughts. But that would have to wait. She was here to pleasure her mate first. After some teasing of course.

“That’s it baby, let mama take care of you” Y/n cooes lovingly. She leans her head towards his. Maintaining eye contact as she leans closer to him. Assuming she would pull him in for a kiss, Neteyam lifts his head to meet her half way.

Instead Y/n ducks her head, placing a chaste kiss on his neck. Neteyam gasps at the sudden movement choosing to keep himself still as he feels her tongue graze the flesh between his neck.

Her hands slide down from his kuru, down to his chest. She feels his heart rate beating erratically against his chest as his breath hitched, feeling Y/n’s wet tongue lap up the crevice of his neck. Loving the whimpers that left his lips Y/n traces her hands further down towards his hips stoping right above his cock.

It twitches excitedly, craving for her touch. A touch he knew would immediately bring him euphoria. He was that close. So close to cumming. Instead of providing him that pleasure, Y/n trails her hands behind him, firmly grasping his stiff tail.

“Ma-ma’!!” Neteyam moans out loud at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut once again. Everything felt overwhelming to him. He saw white splotches evade his vision.

“Hm? Think you can cum sweet boy? Cum for mama?” Y/n whispers against his neck, biting down to leave a mark. Neteyam nods his head furiously, choking back a moan at the stinging sensation. Y/n takes the opportunity to stroke the stiff tail, feeling him pant wildly at the touch. Granted his kuru was sensitive, it was connected to his nervous system after all. But something about his tail, and something about feeling Y/n’s hands lowly stroking the length, made him feel whatever sane part of him, shatter into pieces.

“Yes, yes mama! Fuckkk-“ Neteyam sobs pathetically as Y/n pulls back. Admiring at the mark she left behind, but also at how he looked to be in complete bliss.

“Be a good boy, cum for me. Cum for mama” Y/n instructs, pulling the tail towards her face. She watches how Neteyam stares at her through hooded eyes, anticipating her next move. What happened next completely catches him off guard.

Y/n brings his tail to her mouth clasping it tightly. It was slick with his precum that remained on her hand from before. She sticks her tongue out, licking a strip of precum along his tail. The feeling alone sends him into overdrive.

“Ma- ‘m Cumm-ing!!!” Neteyam wheezes out, feeling the wind get knocked out of him. His eyes cross at the feeling, his body convulsing under the intensity of the orgasm. His body twitches before his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock twitching wildly as streams of his cum stutter out, splattering against Y/n’s abdomen and chest. The creamy consistency even splattering against his body aswell.

Neteyam hips stutter, cum still leaking out of his cock. He felt like he was being milked dry, not quite registering the fact he came without being touched.

Y/n smirks triumphantly. Her sweet boy doing so well, listening to everything she had to say. She didn’t know he could cum like that, that he could come undone without even touching himself. Y/n gently takes the restraints off his wrists, hearing Neteyam mumble incoherently under his breath.

“Don’t pass out on me yawne. We have a long night ahead of us” Y/n purrs, swiftly removing her soaked loincloth, and tossing it aside. She smirks wide feeling Neteyam’s cock twitch against her abdomen at her words.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Latina Reader who is obsessed with makeup and skincare and the sully’s and the metkayina wants to watch her and see what she does and ask her questions

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

ꜱᴜʟʟʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ x ʟᴀᴛɪɴᴀ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ(ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ ᴋɪᴅꜱ x ʟᴀᴛɪɴᴀ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ(ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: mentions of a whoppen, talks about makeup and skincare, reader can breath Pandora air, a bit of goofiness.

A/N: This is literally me Lol, also just so you guys know, you're all beautiful with or without makeup. And it is okay that you have skin imperfections, that's what makes you even more beautiful ♡

Masterlist

You had been interested in makeup since you were little. Your mother, who was one of the scientists left on Pandora, she still did her makeup. Some women stopped doing it, but your mom didn't stop, she continued to do her makeup, thanks to her, you had been wanting to do makeup for ages. But due to your age, you weren't allowed to. One day that she had been out collecting samples in her avatar, you decided to use some of her make up.

You got into her foundation, eyeshadow, highlighter, lipstick, etc. When she got back and found you covered in her makeup, she nearly fainted, you got scolded and she gave you an ass whoopen. Since then you didn't dare to use her makeup again. She didn't do it to be mean, she just wanted you to learn that taking other people's things isn't good, specially when told not to touch them.

Years went on, and finally your mom allowed you to use make up. You had no idea on what to do but your mother taught you a few steps on how to apply on makeup. When you got the hang of it, you took over since then. You had began to master your makeup skills, you loved learning new skills along with new ways to do your make up.

Then that was when you began to get pimples, you thought you had got sick, but your mother told you that it was part of puberty. She then introduced you to skin care, from creams to cleansers and so on. You had grown a love for skincare just like you did makeup.

Since the stuff left behind were only enough for some, good thing with your mother's knowledge in plants of Pandora, she began to teach you how to make your own makeup and skincare with natural ingredients. Not only that but Spider began to bring you paint made from the Omaticaya for you, he thought that you might have an interest on these since it was technically makeup to the Na'vi.

As the time passed, you still did your makeup and skincare, you never missed a day in washing and cleaning your face. Even if you did a simple cat eye or just added some highlighter on your face and body, you've never miss out.

That morning you were in the Marui, in your little corner doing your thing. After you washed your face, you began to do your makeup. You were doing something simple since you didn't feel like adding some foundation or anything heavy, that day was hot and sunny, sure you can put sunscreen, you just didn't feel like doing all that.

You were busy filling in your eyebrows, that you didn't notice your friends peaking outside the marui. Once you placed the pencil down in your cosmetic bag, that was when you saw them which startled you a bit. "Ay! What the hell are you guys doing?!" you asked. Seen that both the forest and reef kids were now stepping in the marui. "Nothing, we were just watching you" Lo'ak said with out thinking, earning a light smack from Kiri.

"Sorry to bother you, but what are you doing?" Tsireya asked, sitting down next to while, followed by the rest of the kids. "My make up" you told her, earning a confused look from her. "Makeup?" she asked again, now Lo'ak had got a hold of your makeup pouch and looked through it, along with Ao'nung and Roxto.

"Well, humans use makeup to make themselves look prettier then they already are." You explained, Ao'nung had got a hold of a little tub with green substances inside of it. "What does this do?" he asked. "That's corrector primer, it helps hide the redness on the skin caused by acne." You explained. Roxto had been sniffing your glittered lip gloss that he had opened and examined the little wand. "This smells sweet, what is it?" he asked this time. "That's lip gloss, it makes your lips shine, it also help if you have chapped lips in the winter" you explain.

Tuk was busy examining your lose highlighter, she really liked how shiny it was. "What about this?" she asked, slowly opening the container. "That's highlighter, it makes your skin shine, and make your makeup look better." You explained, seen her now running her fingers on the shiny powder and placed them on the blue skin of her arm.

"How about this?" Lo'ak asked, holding up the container with lose setting powder. "That's setting powder, it helps my foundation not melting to much." You said, next thing you know Lo'ak had sneezed into the powder, causing it to go everywhere. Him, Neteyam, Ao'nung and Roxto were now covered in white powder.

You along with Tsireya, Kiri and Tuk giggled at their surprised expressions. Neteyam then took the makeup from Lo'ak hand, safely closing the lid and placing it back on your pouch, followed by Ao'nung and Roxto who also decided to put your things back.

"Here" you got your small pack of wipes and handed it to them so they could get the powder off. Kiri had come across another one of your pouches. "What does this one have?" she asked, you looked over seen what she was talking about. She was referring to the one that had your skin care. "That's where I keep my skincare" you said, taking the pouch onto your lap. "What's that?" Tsireya asked again, she was paying very close attention on the information that you were giving them.

"Skincare is basically taking care of your skin, it also prevents acne from getting worse and stuff. Lucky for you guys, you don't get acne like us humans." You said, letting her take your pouch and dig inside to look in your products. She was looking at your stuff, reading the labels and smelling them for some reason, but you didn't question her on why she was smelling them. She looked cute.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw how Lo'ak was now looking at your mascara, he had it out of the container, holding the little brush out. "What does this do?" he asked while continuing to look at it. "That's mascara, it helps make your lashes bigger" you said, then he had the bright idea to bring the little brush to his eye, but he poked himself in the eye causing him to drop the brush and close his eye in pain. "Shit!" he wined, this made Ao'nung and Neteyam laugh at him.

"Bro! It's not funny!" he screamed in pain while holding his eye. Kiri looked disappointed and shook her head by her brother's foolishness. Tuk tried to have a look at his eyes to see the damage. Meanwhile both Roxto and Tsireya tried not to laugh, but they ended up giggling. "You'll be fine" you said, now giggling.

"En verdad que estas menso" You really are stupid you said. Lo'ak then looked at you with a makeshift glare, while having his injured eye closed. "What did you say?" he demanded, but you didn't respond. "Tell me what you said, not everyone can speak Spanish." he whined, then Tsireya chimed in "what's Spanish?"

[neteyamsoare]

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[periprose]

Something angsty with Tonowari, like an argument that later they solve and turns fluffy or smuty whatever you want! Lysm <3

I love you too anon <3 thank you for the request!

Iknimaya

You assume that Tonowari and Ronal have something going on, during the most important day of your life. Takes place far before ATWOW, as Tonowari, Reader, and Ronal are fairly young.

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst, unrequited love (but not really), fluffy ending, no use of y/n

Your head hurts a lot.

Not just because no one is listening to you, and you’re getting increasingly stressed- but because the amount of flowers, beading, and seashells woven into your hair must weigh an extra ten pounds.

It’s ridiculous. It’s nothing like your usual headdress, which is usually just a clip fashioned out of coral, pulling your hair back, and you want to tell Tonowari that this is pointless.

But he’s not listening, either. Tonowari is off to the side, speaking to Ronal with those big, unblinking blue eyes, listening with a enraptured look that’s pissing you off.

You know she is the new, freshly made Tsahik- she gets the right to speak on spiritual manners before anyone else does. But you want Tonowari to come back to where you’re standing, all alone, waiting for comfort.

Why doesn’t he look at me? You wonder. Doesn’t he care? I’m going through this all alone.

It’s the final phase in your Iknimaya- the coming-of-age ritual- and Tonowari has been by your side for every part of it. You’re a bit late to join the clan as an adult- your peers had already done so about a year ago- but Tonowari had always supported you, even when you felt like you couldn’t do it.

When you first bonded with your skimwing, Tonowari was there, cheering in the water, saying that he knew you could do it. 

When you first met your Tulkun Sister, Tonowari was the one who calmly had his hand on your back, because you were nervous she was going to reject you.

Tonowari has always been the one to be there for you. His presence is a comforting one for you, but you know that this isn’t an exclusive feeling. Many people love Tonowari- they come to him for advice whenever it is possible. And you know that’s why he’s been chosen as a successor to the Olo’eytkan.

Still, it bothers you. You want to keep Tonowari all to yourself- even if you know that’s selfish. It’s not the way of the people, but still, you want him to be by your side.

Ronal says something that you can’t quite hear- and you watch as her piercing eyes glance and stare right into you- and you feel judged. You feel small, tiny, as Ronal sizes you up. She turns back to Tonowari and says something with a hint of a smile- and you feel utterly sick to see it.

What could be so funny about you? What is so amusing that Ronal and Tonowari would gossip like this? It’s especially unlike Tonowari to do so. He’s usually such a fair, happy person, one that actually cares about others’ wellbeings, and here he is, becoming closer and closer to Ronal. 

They both have some sort of understanding, you can see, by the way that they look at each other. Tonowari squeezes Ronal’s hand- and your face burns with jealousy.

It makes sense, you think. Ronal is a resilient, prickly person, she knows what she means and says it, too. Tonowari is kind of the opposite- as kind-hearted as he is, he also is incredibly strong, and always willing to do the right thing. They both are matched in their sense of justice- and you feel a lump swell in your throat as you think about it.

They’re meant to be. Surely they will be mated, working alongside each other to lead the clan, and you will simply be to the side. It’s so obvious.

Tonowari looks back to you. His eyes are bright, and he has a hint of a smile on his face. But he’s surprised to see your eyes glint with tears, and you look away from him, towards the ground. Icing him out.

He tries his best to get your attention again, eyes searching your face, but you’re still turned away. You refuse to meet his eyes, and Tonowari feels his heart sink, as he wonders what he’s done wrong.

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The Cove of the Ancestors feels cold today. It’s not a great omen for your ritual, and Ronal tells you as much. 

You nod silently. You see her squint, and then look impressed, and you don’t know why. It’s not as if you’re purposefully being stoic, you just can’t find the words to say to her. 

You’re standing in the most shallow part of the water, and Ronal steps around you, as the clan watches on.

“Today, you have made yourself a part of the people, forever.” Ronal touches your arms, your collarbones, and finally, your face. She grasps your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes, and you stare back, numb, trying not to feel afraid.

“You are one of us. You will breathe, know, and believe the way of water for as long as you live.” Ronal murmurs, before wrapping the customary garment around you. It’s a special shawl, beaded with beads that have been painstakingly made by hand, by the women of the clan. Everyone has such a shawl.

You pull it around yourself, feeling warmer. There’s some embroidery on the shawl, and it’s intricate- you wonder who did such a thing.

Ronal places three beads in your palm. You close your fist around it, knowing that it is the beads for your songcord, and watch as the Metkayina begin to sing around you.

You listen, feeling pride despite everything, that you have come so far. Their hands all gather to meet around you- a sea of arms, making branches not unlike a tree- and you are at the centre of it all.

You look up, finally, and see Tonowari staring at you. He looks… pleased. Happy. Perhaps you can have that, at least. The contentment of a friend is better than nothing.

Ronal pulls out a small knife. You stiffen- but you’re not truly afraid. She dips it into a shallow well of ink, made from different animals in the sea, and begins the process of tattooing. The song heightens as she creates intricate swirling patterns on your chin, and you bear it, bear the pain as the blade pierces your skin.

Everyone gently pushes you, as they walk, past the shallow pools, and into the water. You sink under, and there are hands cradling you as you do. You see the bright light of the Spirit Tree- and think about how lucky you are to be here. The tattoo’s pain seems to fade away.

Finally, you are pulled back up, after being baptised. 

Ronal raises your arm to the clan, who cheer and raise you upwards.

/

After everyone has moved past this, you are exhausted. You want to go back to your home, and go to sleep, especially after knowing that Tonowari is not yours to have.

You don’t know why you ever let yourself think that in the first place.

It’s too bad, though. You’re about to go to sleep in your marui pod, and when you enter through the opening, who else is already there, sitting, waiting, as if he owns the place?

Tonowari.

“Hello.” Tonowari motions for you to come sit next to him, patting on a pillow, but you simply stand in place.

“Why are you here?” You mutter, pulling your shawl around yourself a little tighter.

“Why would I not be here?” Tonowari stands up, and comes towards you, but you take a step back. Hurt flashes across his face as you do.

You look up at him, trying your best to swallow your sadness, your fears and anger, trying to just be as supportive as he was for you. 

“I don’t know. Aren’t there other things you need to do?” You stare up at him, and Tonowari looks down at you in confusion. He’s quite a bit taller than you, but he’s never felt imposing, or scary.

He wonders if that’s why you’re pushing him away. 

“What could be more important than celebrating the best day of your life?” Tonowari responds softly, and you can’t look at him anymore. 

Not when you feel that this has been the complete opposite. It doesn’t feel very momentous when you know Tonowari doesn’t care for you like that, not the way you care for him.

“Seriously. You don’t need to be here. Everything special is over, anyways.” You retort, but Tonowari shakes his head at that. 

“I… I thought you would be more happy. That you have come so far.” He sounds serious, and you feel guilty for a moment, until remembering how he looked at Ronal.

“I am, I just… I need to be alone, Tonowari.” You try, but he shakes his head.

Outside, a thunder storm starts, and a downpour of rain begins. Water ripples in the distance, and a pleasant drumming has started over your marui pod.

“No.” Tonowari shakes his head, and you hate him for this, hate him for how perseverant he always has to be, always having to know what happens so he can fix it. 

This is the one time he can’t.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He insists, and you find yourself wanting to run- you start to move backwards, out onto the bridge, rain droplets hitting your hair. Tonowari moves forward quickly, and grasps your arm, pulling you inside before you can resist.

“You’ll get drenched if you’re out there. You’ll catch a cold.” He’s holding both of your arms, and you have nowhere else to go. You stare up at him- and he doesn’t look angry, just concerned.

“Stop… just stop doing that.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.

“Doing what?”

“Pretending that you care, Tonowari.” You finally hiss out, and his eyes widen. “I know you’re my friend- but you don’t really care about me, not in the way that I want you to. I… I don’t think I can keep being friends with you since that’s how it has to be, and I’m sorry.”

He tries to cut you off, but you keep going. 

“I know it’s selfish. But it’s all I can really say.” You stare down at the ground, and Tonowari’s hands come up onto your shoulders, trying to comfort you. “I wish you and Ronal nothing but the best.”

Tonowari’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Ronal?”

“Yes.” You sigh with a deep sorrow that only makes him more upset that you didn’t bring this up sooner. “I know you like her. I saw how you two were looking at each other.”

Tonowari exhales, glad that this was all it was, an easily fixable misinterpretation of events that he could correct, and that he wasn’t really at risk of losing you- and he pulls you in for a tight, bone crushing hug. 

You gasp. “Tonowari- let me go-!”

“No, skxawng.” His chest rumbles with deep laughter as you try to fight him, and he picks you up easily. “You should have told me.”

Tonowari walks with you in his grasp, and sits down, where he was before. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. He doesn’t care that you’re angry at him- he’s happy that he can finally tell you the truth.

“Why? So you could’ve rubbed it in my face, even harder?” You glare upwards at him.

“Do you really think I would be holding you like this if I was to mate with Ronal?” He comments, just casually enough, and you remember where you are, and how close you are to him. You turn a deep purple- and Tonowari cackles at your expression.

“So?”

“So.” He places his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry you spent however long feeling like this. That was not my intention- and I hope you can forgive me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Tonowari shushes you. 

His hand comes upward to trace your jaw, mouth, and chin where your freshly made tattoo is still healing. 

“I asked Ronal if it seemed appropriate to ask you to… to mate with me, because it would be so soon after you finished your Iknimaya.” He admits, and you gaze softens. “She said yes, because you seem so sure of yourself already- except for just now, I suppose.”

You find yourself smiling a little. Even giggling. How could you be so silly?

Not that it matters now, anyways.

“Will you? Would you be okay with being my mate?” Tonowari asks, and you hug him especially close, your face nuzzling into his neck.

“Of course I would, are you crazy? That’s what I was upset about.” You beam at him. “I’m only sorry that I was being such a skxawng.” 

Tonowari grins. “So, did you like the shawl?”

“Huh?”

His hand traces the embroidery in your shawl. You feel your chest turn warm at his contact.

“I did this- not well, but I did this. My mother showed me how.” He tells you, and you are taken aback, that Tonowari did such a thing and you had been wearing it this whole time, not knowing how important it was. How special it is. 

How could you ever assume that he did not care?

“It’s perfect.” You say honestly, holding it close. “I’ll treasure it forever.”

Tonowari’s eyes suddenly turn a little darker- his lids are half closed- and he leans in, pulling you in for a kiss, except he first kisses your forehead, and then your cheeks, and then he kisses your chin, where your tattoo is still burning a little.

His kiss makes it feel better, though.

He leans in and kisses you for real this time, his lips being soft, chastely plying at your own, before you kiss him back, and lean into his touch. His arms embrace you firmly, not letting you move away from him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

[rolling-storm-writing]

I'd like to request Tonowari x Top Male reader. Tonowari and reader have been dating for years and finally decide that they are going to mate. Just a lot of fluffy mating stuff.

Tonowari x Top!M!Reader

A/N: Soooo I know I’ve gotten some previous avatar requests and I swear I’ve seen them- I’m just scared y’all!! I want that Ronal/Tonowari too I’m just really intimidated because I wanna do these characters justice.  Especially after my recent lack luster works (I’m just not personally happy with them). So I hope this one is a bit better- I haven’t written anything like this in a very very long time.

>>>>>(+18 CONTENT SO MDNI!!)<<<<<<<

There was always something so serene about the ocean something that you could never quite place.  The gentle waves and rough seas enchanted and frightened you in the same beautiful feeling.  The ocean was your second home the place of abyss where the dangers of land could never reach.  

“The perfect day…” came his cool voice from just behind you a sweet jazz sound your ears always turned to.  You turned to look at his beautiful form, his dark curled hair splayed out down his shoulder and tattooed face turned up in a warm smile.  You loved the way his eyes narrowed and cheeks rounding when he smiled, almost able to hear his deep full laugh clear as the blue tide pools.

This night was a special one for the two of you after years of courting you would finally be mated.  It was a long time coming and neither one of you could contain this excitement.  Despite his success and firm demeanor Tonowari was actually quite shy and anxious about his love for you.  A trait you both shared after separate shared heat breaks from failed couplings in the past.

He carried your heart as if it were made of finest sea glass and you’d done the same for him as well.  And now after so much your hearts would finally become one…

“You ready?” He nodded taking your hand as you led him back inside.  This was evening was just for the two of you and eywa to witness and cherish.

Your home is a little way from the main village and just above the water, it’s a small but comfortable dwelling that Tonowari adds to by just being here.  It all becomes more real when the two of you sat together his blue eyes filled with nervousness and excitement.

“You're shaking," you say, in a gentle whisper.  You’re slow to touch him even now, your hands cradling the sides of his face with an almost ghostly feel.  He’s warm against you, noses nuzzled as you brought his forehead to yours.  

“I’m happy”

The waiver in his voice was clear as day.  You’d both struggled in the past with a relationship and after so much growth, you’d be taking that final step together.  “I am to” your own voice just a quiet secret as you brought your braid to his.  His gasping was the first thing you heard then his folded ears when you opened your eyes.

His pupils blown wide as he stared back at you with the same surprise.  “Do I look silly?” He chuckled rising to his knees with you eagerly pulling him into you.  “You look perfect…” all you could see was him, all your oxygen became him, your entire being belonged to him.

His breath hitched as you loosened the ties of his loins, the garment easily slipped off and laid to the side for later.  Tonowari was a large man by Na’vi standards and that also extended to the lower extremity he had.  But when compared to you he felt like a small thing to be brushed away.  Your cock is larger than his by any measure and for a moment he looked at you with questionable eyes.

“I’ll be gentle” you promise. Tonowari nodded and lent over, his plush lips fitting perfectly with yours.  You kissed him for another moment longer, savoring the taste of him. You trail from his neck all the way down the soft muscles of his chest.  

“You’re so beautiful…” affirming your words with a kiss to each of his nipples.  He’s splayed out on his back shuddering underneath you in a matter of seconds as you get lower.  

Swallowing the tip into your mouth and sucking gently.  His moan is a loud deep whimper, and you hold his thighs at the small jolt of his hips.  “More…please” he groans out a hand curling into the strands of your hair, you take him deeper until his length hits the back of your throat.  

You’re almost tempted to let him cum, but not just yet. 

You pull off him with a grin on your face.  Precum dripping down your chin as Tonowari looks at you through heavy eyes.  Leaning over you reach to kiss him, it’s sloppy mess but neither one of you complain.

Your fingers are slick with oil as you work him open, adding another digit with each ask for more.   His hole a beautifully blushed purple as you finish working him open, fluttering, clenching, and begging to be filled.

“Ready?”

“More than…”

Being generous would be a loose statement, your cock slicked with oil and even more on Tonowari.  He looked so beautiful this way, legs spread and raised with you perfectly between them.  

Tonowari felt the warm weight of your dick being dragged up and down his loose and ready hole. Pre-come was slicking up his cheeks along with the oil.  Your slow thrust was enough to drive him mad before you finally entered him.

A deep moan left his lips as he felt your cock rub against his rim and the head push inside.  You were big and even with prep this was gonna take a minute.  Looking down his hole was stretched beautifully around you, his breathing heavy with every inch deeper you got.

His arm wrapped over your neck as he moaned and whined into your shoulder.

And after brief moment you bottomed out heavy balls on his ass.  eyes crossed from how full he felt.

“So good…” you were both breathless and sweaty, and his comment made you chuckle he felt good as well.  There was no rush in waiting for him to adjust letting those heavy thighs wrap around you a little tighter.

His lips peppering your neck as you slowly pulled out so only the head was left inside. 

Pushing back in fucking him nice and slow.  You cock dragging against Tonowari’s swollen insides with every back and forth thrust of your hips, striking his prostate with each thrust. His mouth on yours and the warm wet of his tongue only heightened the feeling.  

He clutched at you even tighter pulling you in as close as possible; his own leaking cock, rubbing against your stomach and smearing it with precum.

His moans lost in the swell of muddled senses and all you felt was him.  He had invaded every one of them, his heart beating with yours, his very being. And Tonowari couldn’t do anything but feel and taste you, lost in how good it felt to have you on and inside him.

“I’m close” you moaned against his lips as Tonowari brought his legs up higher making you sink further into him.  His hole clenching down tighter around your aching cock.  

“Inside please” he whined bitting into the meat of your shoulder, his warm tears leaving their mark.

You emptied inside of him with a satisfied groan, falling forward onto Tonowari’s cum-slicked chest.  Your cock throbbed with each rope of cum that painted his insides, you were both left desperately clinging to the other a tangled mess of men.

His legs fell from your waist as they trembled from the orgasm that ripped through the both of you.

The both of you… 

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A/N: Im so scared to actually read this back so I hope y’all like it! Feed back, comment, and critique is always welcome. Yes my requests are open so send one in if you have any, I have a few ideas for a certain clone force 99 brewing.

BUT! in the mean time I hope you enjoyed and don’t forget your umbrella.

[thankeywa]

“hiiii i loved your last piece and damn your writting is SO GOOD <3 so i ask you pretty please if you could right about an aged up!lo'ak w aged up!reader where they're in a romantic relationship and finally mate after a couple of months of waiting. THANKS IN ADVANCE LUV YA”

hiiii! so, as you asked me to, this is me fowarding the request! 🫶🏻 i imagine this being with a female reader, something like childhood friends to lovers – the girl would be a na’vi and they grew up together or smt. i also see the reader being a little scared of mating with lo’ak – thinking things like i love this man but he’s so reckless i dont wanna loose him – and shit. i trust you a 100% with this because I KNOW you're gonna make me giggle scream in my pillows and punch the air even if i read your grocery store list.

lmk if you need anything more! lots of love & kisses. 💘💘💕💞💘💖💗💓💗

Chosen | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya!reader (Smut)

A.N: Hello there! Sorry this took me so long, but I'm in the middle of exam season and also my birthday was last week and yea lots of stuffs going on. I hope my interpretation of your request will be everything you dreamed of, tbh I went a lil extra, but this story has literally been plaguing me for days and I loved writing it so much!

Summary: fem!Omaticaya!reader x Lo'ak, both reader and Lo'ak are 18/19 in this, usually I write 20+ characters but I was trying to keep the story as close as possible to Na'vi 'marriage traditions, according to them 15 is the age of maturity and I believe parents arrange marriages around that time, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this then please feel free to imagine the characters are older.

T.W.: NSFW, this is pr0n with feelings, but it is detailed. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK OR ANY OF MY ACCOUNTS, thank you. Awkward first-time shenanigans, angst, fluff, and yeah if I missed anything please let me know.

T.W. 2: This turned into a whole ass fic so forewarning for mentions of blood, neglectful parenting, and a near-death experience for a main character.

Word count: 6.355

Mini dictionary for this fic:

Olo'eyktan = clan leader

Kaltxì! = hello

Oeru syaw... = My name is...

Ngaru tut? = And you are?

Sempul= father

Sa'nok= mother

Oe tìwayn...= I love...

Tsahik= spiritual leader

Yawne = beloved

Oeya- = My-

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Nga yawne lu oer = I love you (You are beloved to me)

Kehe= no

If you have any Lo'ak requests, please send them my way!

Lo'ak had never been chosen for anything in his life.

For as long as he'd remembered, his parents had either been taking every spare moment they had to teach Neteyam the right path in life, so that he would one day be an Olo'eyktan fit enough to succeed his father or alternatively, dote on his sisters. It was at an embarrassingly young age when he discovered that he could have wandered off from the safety of his family and nobody would have taken much notice until the eclipse would come, and it was time to turn in.

Even on those occasions, Lo'ak would try to prove his worth by showing his father a creature he had caught or a place he had 'discovered', but his parents didn't really do much other than reprimand him for his reckless behavior.

"You know you were supposed to help me look after your baby sister today, why is it so hard for you to understand basic instructions?" His father would huff, dragging him back home while carrying Tuk on his shoulders. Lo'ak looked at her. She was a tiny infant, where could she have possibly gone by herself? And why did he have to stick around to look after her, while Neteyam and Kiri were out hunting with their mother?

Eventually, his disappearances stopped raising alarms, as his family had accepted Lo'ak would always find his way back or his brother would be the one to recuperate him. On these occasions, Lo'ak had tried to fit in with the rest of the clan but had quickly discovered his presence wasn't all that welcome among his peers. While they felt the need to respect him because he was the Olo'eyktan's son and Neteyam's brother, his quirks, specifically his hands and his speech pattern were too... different. Too human. A lot of Omaticayans his age had been orphaned as a consequence of the war against the sky people, and Lo'ak was just another reminder of what their presence had left behind. Not to mention he was also friends with Spider, an actual sky person, even though he was born on Pandora and knew nothing of Earth.

On a day like any other, Lo'ak and Spider were playing hide and seek just the two of them, a game Jake had taught them and was too 'human' sounding for the rest of their peers to want to join in, and Lo'ak had found the perfect hiding spot on a tree Spider was never going to be able to climb when a voice startled him so much, he almost fell out of the branch he'd been resting on.

"Kaltxì!" The little Na'vi girl his age greeted him enthusiastically while hanging upside down from the tree branch directly above him. Lo'ak stared at her and felt like prey in the split second it was about to be hit by an arrow. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. And he had never talked to a girl before, other than his sisters. "Oeru syaw y/n." She continued. "Ngaru tut?"

"L-Lo'ak." He managed to say, instinctively hiding his hands behind his back. She looked at him curiously, almost as if to ponder his silence. Then y/n seemed to have a sudden realization. "Now I know!" She exclaimed again loudly, along with switching her language register, but Lo'ak couldn't care less about losing his game of hide and seek with Spider anymore. "You are the Spider's friend. You speak the English. You see? I speak the English too. You can talk to me." Y/n announced rather diplomatically, not knowing that Lo'ak was perfectly capable of speaking Na'vi as well. "Friends?" She reached out her hand, her eyes brimming with hope.

Lo'ak nodded and smiled back at her, still at a loss for words, until he finally said: "Yes, friends." But he didn't dare to shake her hand. Y/n dropped down from the branch she'd been hanging from gracefully, her tail twitching as she inquired: "You are hurt?", trying to get a better look at his hands.

"No!" Lo'ak blurted out, and in doing so he inadvertently put his hands forward to keep y/n at a distance, while he was backed up against the tree trunk, with nowhere else to go except fall to his death. Y/n's comically large eyes took in the sight of his hands, examining them for signs of trauma. But there were none. Lo'ak braced himself for the inevitable rejection. "Big baby." She chided. "Nothing wrong with your hands, see?" Lo'ak let y/n hold his hands up to his face, and Spider found them like that the very next second.

"Ha-ha!" He panted, out of breath from climbing all the way up to where the two Na'vi hadn't been so quiet. "I. Win."

"Win?" Y/n asked, dropping Lo'ak's hands. "Is it a game? Can I play? Oh, and-and my friends as well. You will meet them now. Come."

Lo'ak realized then, that was what it must have felt like to be chosen by someone.

From that day onward, Lo'ak and y/n had been inseparable. He was the first person she'd pick to play on her team once he and Spider had been accepted by her friends, he was the first and sometimes only person she'd tell her 'secrets' to, and as they grew older they would only go out hunting if the other was with them. Ceremonies, dinners, you name it, Lo'ak and y/n were sitting next to each other, trying their best to keep their giggles and whispers at a low volume, something y/n really couldn't help, especially when Neteyam would turn around to reprimand his younger brother.

Y/n got gradually closer with his family as well over the years, being of big help with babysitting Tuk and escorting Kiri to Hellsgate with the rest of her siblings whenever she wanted to visit her mom. Her English had gotten progressively better, and she was as fluent of a speaker as the rest of the Sullys, regretfully owing a lot of her vocab to the two brothers. On a particular outing to the lab, Lo'ak had been in the middle of teasing Kiri about her conception, and y/n was quick to respond to him, intent on defending her friend.

"-their avatars, all alone in the forest-" Lo'ak goaded Kiri, and y/n cut him off before her best friend could insinuate anything else. "As if you would know anything about that, virgin!" His siblings laughed at this.

"Who are you calling virgin, virgin?" He'd snap back, and their argument would usually end up in a scuffle, which he was always the first one to pull away from.

Lo'ak hadn't realized how easy he had it back then, before... Well, before none of them no longer had time to be kids. The sky people came back around the time of Neteyam's 20th birthday, and yet somehow, that hadn't been the most devastating event Lo'ak was about to experience in the days to come.

"Lo'ak listen to me, and for Eywa's sake, don't run off until I'm done talking." Neteyam rested a hand on his shoulder, he had never seen such a pained expression on his brother's face before. "Sempul has been talking to me about responsibility and family, and-"

Lo'ak tsked, shaking his head. "Big surprise there, bro."

"Lo'ak..." Neteyam said sternly, and Lo'ak wondered when exactly had his brother become so much like their father. "I saw him and sa'nok talking to y/n's parents the other day. Saying stuff like she is the only one other than Kiri who truly understands Eywa's will. They've seen her healing abilities, she's been helping out with the war effort under Mo'at instructions. They want her to be the next tshaik, after mother."

Lo'ak couldn't stop the ugly frown that took over his features, and neither could he prevent himself from shoving his brother off him in disdain. "What are you saying?" He asked angrily, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

"You know what I'm saying, bro-"

"You're not my brother!" Lo'ak snarled, and for once in his life actually felt intimidating as he did so. Neteyam looked even more distraught than he had been a few seconds ago, but his agony was nowhere as close as the hell wreaking havoc inside Lo'ak. Y/n was the one thing Lo'ak had in this world that was truly his, and now he was going to have to stand aside while she married his brother. "I love her, I need her." He screamed, the pain in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt. "You don't-"

"Exactly, I don't." Neteyam said, trying to recover his younger brother from his anguish. "And I will say no to this union, but you know this decision is out of my hands-"

"Of course, you'll do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with you being the perfect son!" Lo'ak spat with tears in his eyes and Neteyam was quick to raise his voice, something that he almost never did. "Do not say that, Lo'ak. You know that is not true-"

But Lo'ak was done talking. And he had a feeling he didn't want to stick around for the evening ceremony either.

Y/n had remained deadly silent as her parents had given her the news. Tsahik, marriage, Neteyam. At one point it all started to become white noise in her head. All she could think about was Lo'ak. The day they'd both ridden their ikrans for the first time, and had stayed out well passed the eclipse. The hunting excursions, when it was just the two of them. Listening to human music on a device they'd stolen from the lab one time.

"Oe tìwayn Lo'ak." She'd never said it out loud to anyone, but it was true. She loved Lo'ak, and her parents simply couldn't understand. The younger Sully boy was nothing but a troublemaker, a complete mance to the clan and anyone else around him. They were never going to give their beautiful, talented daughter away to a five-fingered freak of nature, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them.

Y/n felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, not even recollecting how she'd found herself sitting amongst the rest of the clan, as they all faced the tree of souls and the Olo'eyktan began to speak. She couldn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Y/n found it harder and harder to breathe. He was still her best friend, and she needed to tell him what was about to happen before his father announced it to everyone they knew. Lo'ak would have thought she'd have kept it secret from him, and y/n could never break his trust.

"It is with great pride and joy that today we-" The clan leader, Jake Sully, had stopped talking in the middle of his speech and was now looking directly at her. In fact, everybody was. Y/n only then realized she'd stood up while everyone else was still sitting down. Neytiri walked up to her, wiping the tears from her face. Y/n hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "Child, you do not look well." She spoke warmly as if she were speaking to one of her own daughters.

Y/n's tail was twitching violently, still looking around for Lo'ak as she took in a shaky breath. "It is Lo'ak." She managed to say. "He is not here." Y/n whined and her parents decided to step in. "Sit down, daughter. You are disrespecting the clan leader. End this foolishness at once!" But Neytiri was quick to be concerned, asking Neteyam for answers about his brother's whereabouts. "He could not be here. And I do not blame him."

Jake finally decided to have his say. The only fool around had been him, if he'd only now realized the love Lo'ak and y/n had for each other, if the look in her eyes and Lo'ak's disappearance from her side had been anything to go by. "Every single one of our people is allowed to speak their mind. Y/n has not disrespected me, or anyone else." Jake reassured her parents. Y/n saw no other way out for herself, and she knew she was either going to have to say the truth now or forever be silent. "Forgive me, Olo'eyktan. Forgive me, Neytiri. I know I am promised to your eldest son, and I know you wish for me to be tsahik one day. These are the two greatest honors I could ever ask from Eywa herself, and I am grateful. Nothing should be more important to me than looking after the clan, especially now, in a time of war... but my heart, it belongs to your youngest son. It belongs to Lo'ak. It always has. And because I know I would be doing the clan a disservice, that I would be undermining your authority and Mo'at's, I am prepared to be exiled from the clan or pay whatever other punishment in light of my failure."

A loud ruckus erupted as soon as y/n had finished her speech, her parents, in particular, trying to undermine everything she'd just said, while everybody else began to give their opinion on the matter. "Where is he? Your demon son? Can he not even vouch for the woman he has clearly seduced?"

Neteyam could still hear the clan squabbling from where he eventually found his brother. His usual hiding place. "When you are done sulking" He said, announcing his presence before grabbing Lo'ak by the scruff of his neck. "Maybe you could come back and stand by y/n side. She is talking of leaving the clan-" Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw the deep claw marks that ran from Lo'ak's chest all the way down to his left side. Lo'ak was clutching his abdomen, his hands covered in blood.

"Lo'ak, look at me... bro!" Neteyam's voice cracked. "I'm taking you home now, understand? You're going to be fine..."

"I thought... If I could be... a mighty warrior... like you..." Lo'ak murmured, a faint smile on his face. "Maybe... "

But he didn't get to finish that sentence, because a blood-curdling scream had just pierced through both of their ears. Y/n had known about every single one of Lo'ak hiding places too, and it hadn't taken her long to find him. It was almost as if she'd already known, deep within her bones, that he had gone and hurt himself, yet nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like this. "Yawne, what have you done? what have you done?" She wailed and kissed his face, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Neteyam had to separate them, his priority was to take Lo'ak back to Mo'at in time, even though he was just as devastated as y/n.

Y/n didn't leave Lo'ak's side for a single second over the following days. She carried him home with Neteyam. She helped Mo'at and Neytiri heal him. She stayed by his bed until he finally regained consciousness. "Oeya-Lo'ak, you are awake!" Y/n embraced him, mindful of his recovering wounds. Lo'ak pulled away from y/n enough to look into her eyes. "You see me. Only you see me." He said, touching her face gently as she nodded, pressing her forehead against his. "Oel ngati kameie." Y/n whispered, and Lo'ak could have cried when he heard those words leave her lips. "Nga yawne lu oer, y/n. I see you."

Lo'ak came to know of her and Neteyam's refusal to be together, of the rift it had cut between y/n and her parents. How she'd stood up in front of them and the entire clan to declare that she loved him and she would sooner be exiled than belong to anyone else other than him. Amongst the Omaticaya there were some who were certain Lo'ak had taken advantage of y/n, so that he could trap her in being with him, knowing full well Lo'ak would have never lived up to his brother's perfect image. All of this enraged him. He could no longer withstand being on bedrest while wild accusations were being made on y/n. On his mate.

She hissed at him while he tried to get up, and his siblings were having none of it either, when his parents finally turned up to see him. Lo'ak took in their expressions. He had never seen them so worn out with worry. Both Neytiri and Jake embraced their youngest son, dutifully checking on him. After making sure he had eaten, and with Mo'at's permission, his parents asked for everyone except y/n to leave.

By the time his parents had also left, Lo'ak and y/n were promised to each other.

Lo'ak was on strict orders to recuperate from his run-in with a thanator over the coming weeks and was forced to get updates about the ongoing war from Kiri and Tuk. Neteyam and y/n would visit every day, but now that y/n had stepped down as future Tsahik, she was determined to make herself useful by replacing her mate in the war effort until he got better. Neteyam had sworn to Lo'ak that he would have kept y/n safe, but it didn't stop Lo'ak from trying to escape his grandmother's watchful eye so he too could be out on the battlefield with his yawne. Where he belonged.

"Oeya-Lo'ak, you are still recovering." Y/n would complain to him almost every night when she came back to be by his side. Truthfully, she was scared. The second the excuses for making him stay behind ran out, Lo'ak could have gone back to playing a reckless game with his own life. And now, her own life was tied to his. She had gotten hurt fighting the sky people, yes, but nothing could have ever come close to the visceral pain that had ripped through her the day she thought she had lost him forever. Sometimes it made her even too scared to get closer to him, of sharing everything of herself and then suddenly being left behind without ever being able to cope with that loss.

Y/n was on the verge of losing her mind, she was certain because the instinctive need to protect her own heart was more often than not overcome by a different type of need. Y/n had felt low echoes of it when she and Lo'ak had been growing up, whenever he'd wrap his tail around her leg or he'd be standing right behind her, his arms circling hers as he taught her how to shoot an arrow. Now that need was stronger than ever, and she knew what name to give it. Tìnew. Desire.

And she didn't know what to do with it. In fact, she felt ashamed. Lo'ak was still hurt, and all she could think about while she was in the middle of checking on his progress, was wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his body in a different type of way. Her other friends had all already mated, she knew. Y/n wondered sometimes if Lo'ak did not find her beautiful, if he regretted choosing her, but could no longer back out of his decision. He did not seem to want her, in fact, over the following weeks, he seemed to struggle greatly with the feeling of her touch. Something which had never happened before.

Little did she know that Lo'ak was struggling just as much as she was. Y/n's touch burned in such a delicious manner, Lo'ak could not have described it in his own words if he tried. All he knew was it left him starved and aching for more whenever she would eventually have to leave. But he could not initiate anything real while he was still in that state. He could see the sorrow in her eyes every time she'd look at his wounds, and he knew his recklessness had scarred her. And in turn, it had changed him. Eywa as his witness, he no longer wanted to hear y/n scream so viscerally as she had done the night he'd almost died. He needed to be a better person. If not for his sake, then for her own. Y/n was his responsibility now.

Soon he was back on his feet again, and ready to face the rest of the clan. Y/n would now sit amongst his family and Lo'ak was always glued to her side, ready to hiss or growl at anyone who so much as looked at his mate the wrong way. Y/n loved sitting between his legs with his chest to her back, wanting nothing more than to show off her mate to the rest of the clan. She noted that since his recovery, Lo'ak had been less inclined to chat or make jokes like he usually did when they both had to sit through another one of Jake's boring speeches before dinner. It made her sad, since Lo'ak's jokester side was one of the things she loved most about him, but she understood he was going through a lot.

It was on one of these occasions y/n decided to soothe her mate by reaching for his braid, bringing it to rest over her shoulder so she could play with it absentmindedly. Lo'ak realised only after a few minutes that her ministrations were making him purr. Him. Purr. In public. His hands dug into her hips and he hid his face in her neck, trying to keep quiet. "Yawne, you need to stop that... please..." Lo'ak whispered so only she could hear, her hands dangerously close to his queue. Y/n frowned and turned back to look at him. "Did I hurt you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touch his face. Lo'ak felt his cheeks flare up with heat. He wanted to give her some cocky response, but in truth, he was scared. "No, no. You could never hurt me, y/n... it's more... the opposite." How could anyone want to be with him in that way? To physically bind themselves to him for the rest of their life? Hadn't he taken enough from y/n already?

"The opposite?" She asked, ears bent downwards and still not understanding. "If it makes you feel good, then why would I stop? I like hearing you purr..." Lo'ak tried once again to hide his blush by looking away but to no avail. Y/n's tail wrapped around his own then, preventing him from furiously whacking it against the ground every few seconds, like he always did when he was nervous. "It's just... I—"

All it took was for y/n to look him dead in the eye for her to understand. Eventually she would always see through him. "You wish to mate with me."

A nervous cough overcame Lo'ak as soon as y/n had said those words, making quite a few of their clan members turn towards him and shake their heads in disappointment. Y/n immediately grabbed some water for him to drink.

"Y-yes." He finally managed to say, not sure if he was ever going to recover from such an embarrassing display.

"But... I was certain... you did not desire me. That maybe, you loved me but did not find me beautiful..." Y/n confessed and Lo'ak realized what an absolute skxawng he'd been. The entire time he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a better 'version' of himself for y/n, to stop getting in harm's way and taking every aspect of his life more seriously, he'd ended up neglecting his mate. The two of them had probably been the only couple to have waited so long, and he couldn't imagine what kind of reasons y/n had to come up with to explain his 'disinterest'. Clearly, he'd made her feel less than worthy, and it devastated him.

Lo'ak placed one of his hands over y/n's jaw, tilting her face upwards to look at him. "I never, ever want to hear you say that, yawne." He pulled her lower back snugly towards him until she could feel how hard he was for her, making her let out a shaky breath as she turned away from Lo'ak but pressed back against him even more. "Can't you feel how badly I want you? How badly I've always wanted you?" Y/n nodded, trying to look stoically in front of her as if nothing was going on. As if Lo'ak's words weren't making her heart feel like it was going to burst at any minute. As if it would make things any better, y/n reached for one of Lo'ak's hands and held it close to her breastplate, trying to slow her heartbeat down. "Your little heart is beating so fast..." Lo'ak spoke against her braids. "So is yours!" Y/n snapped at him in a low voice, making Lo'ak chuckle. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.

She wondered if the rest of the clan members could tell what was going on. Y/n didn't want to disrespect Lo'ak's family a second time. But nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them, except the handful of jealous fuckers who eyed y/n whenever they thought he wasn't looking. Lo'ak wondered if they could tell she was shaking in his arms just because of his words. "You don't see the way they look at you? How much they hate me because you're mine?" He asked, placing a hand dangerously close to her inner thigh.

"I don't care about the others. I never have." Y/n sighed leaning back against him.

It was a long wait for everyone else to go to sleep and leave the Tree of Souls empty that night. Sure, they could have gone some place else, considering how worked up the two of them had gotten, but Lo'ak wanted to do things the right way. This was the one thing in his life that he was not going to half-ass or screw up.

Y/n had put him first since the day she'd met him and Lo'ak was going to spend the rest of the night, no, the rest of his life, showing her just how she made him feel every single day.

"You are worrying again..." Y/n noticed, pulling him down to sit next to her. Lo'ak had been overfixating on finding the perfect spot for them to lay down. "I am worried too..." She confessed touching his face. Lo'ak frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We do not need to do this... if you've changed your mind..."

"Kehe! Of course not..." Y/n climbed on top of him, laying across his chest as she kissed him. "I am afraid of losing you... always." Lo'ak really didn't know what to say to those words, because he knew in his heart she was right and he could not argue. He felt exactly the same way about her, but he'd given y/n plenty of reason not to trust he'd stay out of harm's way. "What if... what if I am to carry your child and you don't come back to me? What then?"

The notion of getting y/n pregnant made Lo'ak revert to blushing and scrambling his words, and she blushed as well, realizing she had been somewhat blunt. Lo'ak hardly ever saw her blush and it truly was a sight to behold. "I promise. Eywa as my witness, I will always come back to you, yawne. Always. " As he said those words, Lo'ak didn't even feel like he was himself anymore, but he was certain he meant them.

Y/n brought both of her hands to his face and kissed him again, deeply this time. It was languid and desperate, almost as if she'd been waiting for that promise for a very long time. Lo'ak groaned as she run her tongue over his fangs, pulling away to graze his teeth over her neck and making her gasp. He sat up to get some leverage and asked his mate permission before sinking his teeth into her skin, marking her permanently.

"Lo'ak!" Y/n cried, digging her nails into his back as he lapped up the blood running down her neck. She gave him a sharp bite too, just over his shoulder, in retaliation, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry yawne, let me make it up to you..."

"You better, skxawng!" She huffed, shoving his chest playfully, even if the act of being marked had made the pressure between her legs so unbearable it was beginning to hurt. Lo'ak laughed again and y/n hissed at him meakly, ears drawn back. Why did his laugh also have to... have an effect on her?

"So I'm a skxawng, now?" Lo'ak asked in amusement as he kissed his way down her neck, deciding to get rid of her piece of clothing with his mouth also. It didn't take Y/n long to notice, Lo'ak's hands were no longer on her body, in fact he was leaning against them, only reaching out to touch her if he needed to hold her in place for a few seconds. He was still insecure about them, after all those years, and it would have broken her heart if Lo'ak hadn't been in the middle of making her feel so good. "I thought I was your yawne—"

Y/n got rid of her top piece herself and brought Lo'ak's hands to her breasts. His confidence seemed to leave him then. "You are my yawne. But you are also a skxawng... " She sighed softly through her nose. "I want you to use your hands on me, Lo'ak." Y/n told him, searching for his eyes as one of her hands guided his own over her breast.

"Y-yes. I know... it's just..."

Lo'ak's mind completely blanked the second y/n brought his other hand to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingers before wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger, sucking around them. She took them as deep in her mouth as she could before pulling away again, enjoying the sight of her flustered mate. "Your hands are beautiful. And they're mine." She whispered, kissing the pad of his thumb. Lo'ak ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reached back for her queue, bringing it together with his own.

"Nga yawne lu oer, I want to be with you, like this, forever." Lo'ak murmured before making the connection between them. Y/n jolted in his arms, hanging on to his neck for dear life. She'd known the tsaheylu would have felt good, intense even. But she could not have anticipated half of what she was feeling at that moment. Lo'ak's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her own chest, battling against her own. And he wanted her... Eywa, he wanted her so bad he could have died from it.

Lo'ak saw inside y/n too, and wasted no time in tugging her forward in a searing kiss. She arched into him and squeezed her thighs around his middle, squirming in his lap as he finally let his inhibitions go. "Want this off--off..." Y/n protested at the sight of his loincloth, rudely tugging at it without much regard for the fact Lo'ak wouldn't have anything to wear the following morning if she destroyed his clothes.

Lo'ak grinned and helped her, finally getting some of his cheeky attitude back. "Who knew my y/n could be so needy—" Her hand on his cock however was enough to make him shut up, well, curse under his breath more like. Y/n meanwhile was completely enthralled with what she was doing, enjoying the feeling of Lo'ak's shaft hardening and leaking under her touch. The fact he was falling apart from it was just an added bonus. "Where were you hiding all this?" She teased and Lo'ak was certain the woman in his arms was going to be the death of him.

"S-shut up..." He whined, struggling to even remember his name when she twisted her wrist and added just the right amount of pressure, making Lo'ak buck up into her hand instinctively. "Shit, y/n, you're being really... d-distracting right now... you need to give me... ah... a break, okay yawne?"

Against every fiber of his being, Lo'ak gently removed her hand. She frowned "Oh? But I like playing with your—"

"Kehe! None of that either..." Lo'ak reprimanded her softly and she giggled. "Let me focus on you, please? I've been waiting for so long..." Y/n nodded, smiling shyly at his words. "Honestly..." Lo'ak mumbled, kissing down the slope of her breasts, having hooked his arms underneath her thighs to hold her higher up. "Only you could get all shy... at something like that... and not about jerking me off..." Y/n loved to listen to Lo'ak talk to her while he drove her crazy with his hands and mouth. The second Lo'ak figured her nipples were particularly sensitive, she was a goner. She mewled and whined as he abused them with his mouth, and tugged harshly on his braids, which only seemed to encourage him further.

Her remaining piece of clothing was completely soaked, and y/n had to resort to rutting herself down against his thigh to get any sort of friction. "Shit..." Lo'ak cursed, realising he'd completely neglected that aspect of things. "Yawne, you're so wet... is this where you need me?" He cooed and Y/n nodded, crying out from the relief of feeling Lo'ak push a single long digit inside of her. She was ready for him, had been for a while, but that didn’t seem to matter because Lo'ak had just discovered how much he loved taking her apart with his fingers. He wanted to eat up every single reaction he could get out of her, hooked on the feeling of her slick running down his skin and the deep purring sounds she'd make if he stroked the most inner walls of her core.

"L-Lo'ak... Lo'ak please... I don't know what's happening..." she sobbed, the coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach was about to snap and it felt so good and so foreign at the same time, y/n didn't know what was about to happen. Lo'ak stilled immediately, afraid he'd been hurting his mate, but then he understood. He didn't know if it was through their bond, or something else, but he just knew. "Just hold on to me, yawne." He asked he to trust him, not faltering his rhythm inside her for a second. "Trust me, I know it's scary, but you're about to feel so good. So, so good... I promise..."

The only thing better than watching his mate come apart was feeling her pleasure radiate through their bond. Lo'ak watched y/n in complete and utter adoration, holding her through the aftermath until her breathing went back to normal. "Lo'ak..."

"What is it, yawne...?"

"Don't make me wait anymore..." Y/n laid herself down on the grass, pulling Lo'ak down to be on top of her. It was so dark now so could perfectly make out all the luminous freckles on his body. He entered her slowly, immediately feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Y/n was slick, warm and impossibly tight around him. It took everything he had not to fuck her senseless right then and there.

Y/n on her part wanted Lo'ak to be as close to her as it was physically possible. She wanted his body to completely cover her own, feel his entire weight bare down on her. "I'm right here, y/n..." He reassured her as he began to move, listening to her soft moans. "I see you."

It didn't take long for y/n to start meeting his thrusts, whining that he go faster. "I don't want you to stop, Lo'ak... you can't—" She had never felt so good in her life, and she begged to Eywa that the morning would never come if this was what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"No, 'm not gonna stop, yawne..." Lo'ak quelled her worries with a kiss, and lifted her hips upwards to hold them in place. The new angle made y/n cry out his name, and Lo'ak held her like that, one arm around her middle and his other hand splayed out across her stomach to keep her still as he fucked her in earnest. The nature of that raw act made her cum again, this time without warning as she clamped down on his cock.

Lo'ak wasn't that far behind her either. "Good. That's my good girl..." He praised, reaching out for her hand as she intertwined their fingers together. "Yawne... y/n I'm going to cum now... " He was about to make himself pull away, since they hadn't really discussed that sort of thing, but y/n locked her legs around his waist. "Inside me..." She whined with a shudder, a little overestimated by that point. That was more than enough to tip Lo'ak over the edge. He groaned, fucking his load inside y/n for what felt like an eternity. He'd never come so much and for so long.

Afterwards he found that he couldn't pull away from his mate. Y/n was particularly adamant that he stay inside of her even while they slept, and it didn’t fail to make Lo'ak grin like an idiot. "Can I at least turn as around so you can sleep more comfortably? I promise you, you can have my dick back in a second..."

She hissed at him, dismounting from him herself. "Only you could ruin a romantic moment like that, skxawng..."

Lo'ak hugged her from behind, kissing the bite mark he'd left on her neck. "So I'm back to being a skxawng? You know I liked the things you were calling me before a lot better..." He teased, doing a very poor impression of her moaning, which made y/n give his tail a sharp tug.

He did the same in retaliation and the ended up in one of their usual play-fights, only this time, Lo'ak didn't eventually shy away from her touch. Once they'd both finally worn each other out, Lo'ak wrapped his arms tightly around y/n as she rested on top of him.

"Y/n..." He whispered, wandering if she was still awake. Luckily she was already fast asleep. "Thank you. For choosing me."

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HIHI I AM IN LOVE WITH UR WRITINF OMG. especially the most recent request AHHH!! was enthralled when I saw reqs were open!

can u do something with a REALLY jealous miles where he just fucks reader silly or he’s frustrated and takes his anger out on her iykwim? also could u put in an aftercare scene if that’s not to much to ask for, i ADORE how you portray miles as a big softie for his lover and i want more fluff with him

hi, omg, this is SO overdue. i got carried away! hope you enjoy <3

jealous/frustrated miles quaritch

recom miles quaritch x recom fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, rough piv sex, exhibitionism if you squint?, biting, tiniest mention of blood, spanking??

Deja Blue celebrates a successful mission in the recreation room. it’s relaxed, just a small gathering amongst the squad, though Miles Quaritch is rarely one to mingle. so he remains posted against the wall, drowning out the squad in front of him. he stares blankly, disinterested at the RDA screensaver on the television that phases through images of pandora’s landscapes and bridgehead city.

but his attention will stray when your twinkling laugh fills the room. miles will watch you in your playfully animated movements and that smile that rounds your cheeks. miles expression rarely leaves a scowl, but it softens in the slightest as he observes you from his post.

you’re just being friendly, it’s your first mission as a freshly recruited recombinant, and you want to celebrate. conversation comes so naturally for you- you’re smiling and laughing and so unaware of the perverted looks Fike, Brown and Wainfleet and are giving you. they’re sharing glances and snickering like children, each of their lame innuendos falling on deaf ears.

when the conversation shifts, miles’ ears perk as fike very loudly makes a crude pass at you. it doesn’t land- there’s an awkward silence for about three seconds before lyle and brown struggle to hold in chortles of laughter, and you can only frown in embarrassment.

now there’s an even angrier scowl cracking over miles features, and he glares at sean with wide eyes that are flooding with rage. if the colonel were a rational man, he would just cut the guy off with a sharp quip and dismiss the whole team for trials. but he’s not, he’s fucking pissed off.

so instead, Quaritch is pushing off the wall, quickly approaching in big strides until he spins fike in his chair. miles snatches the loose collar of his shirt and rears back in a punch that crashes into the left side of his face. there’s an audible crack of bone.

Fike yelps, turning everyone’s attention and the room erupts in shock. in an instant, it goes eerily silent as the team recognizes their colonel in an ill sodden mood.

Quaritch hauls fike closer, looking down on him with teeth bared. he’s absolutely livid, cropped ears pinned against his head, his tail high and thrashing behind him.

“i don’t wanna hear none of that shit comin’ out of your mouth ever fucking again, private.” quaritch hisses at the soldier before knocking him back. fike is dazed, cradling his broken nose as he flops into the rolling chair. miles turns, looking over the squad.

“every single one of you fucks needs t’find something better to do than running your god damn mouths. dismissed!” quaritch barks at the team, sure to make eye contact with the three offenders.

you move to file out out of the room with the others when the colonel catches your arm, completely halting your steps.

“not you, corporal.”

his grip on you is tight and unrelenting, pressing so firmly into your flesh that you think it might even bruise. your eyes flicker to meet his gaze, a furrow to your brow

miles is already looking down on you, harsh and fierce. he’s so visually striking up close, eyes glowing and features downturned a deep frown

you blink at him and lick your lips nervously. you recover quickly, nodding curtly with your eyes lowered. the colonel doesn’t let go even as the automatic doors quietly hiss shut.

the air is silent for all of three seconds before quaritch is roughly pushing your shoulders, forcing you to catch yourself against the large table. he’s on you in a heartbeat, pinning you flatly on its surface. his long limbs capture you easily, and you hiss in frustration. the nerve of him! you thrash under his steady hold, grabbing and kicking at him.

“excuse me! what the fuck?! you-“

you’re cut off as his palm pushes against your mouth.

“y’better watch that tone, missy.” quaritch warns you.

your protests are mumbled as you push at his shoulders and chest, you even lick his palm to get him off you. the colonel doesn’t budge

“y’really wanna do this right now?” his voice raises, eyes piercing into you.

his expression sends a clear message. you take a steadying breath through your nose, silent but glaring.

“that’s what i thought, now shut up an’ listen. flirting with the squad ain’t part of the deal, you understand?” forefinger pointing in your face

“flirting!” you try to mumble behind his hand, squirming in disbelief because you would never flirt with those guys. gross.

Quaritch shakes his head in doubt. “don’t act like you weren’t. y’know you did wrong, n’ now you’ll face the consequence.” the colonel says lowly, his hungry gaze floating from your heaving chest to the frustrated wrinkle between your brows. his eyes flick between yours, capturing the shift from agitation to mild curiosity. he finds the smallest, yet brightest fleck of desire in your amber eyes, too.

miles is replacing his palm with his slick tongue shoving into your mouth. he takes your wrists, single-handedly pinning them above your head and slotting his body against yours. he dominates the kiss, mouth sliding roughly over your own. he even nips at your bottom lip, puncturing the soft flesh. he groans at the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue.

you’re both spread out, bodies almost too big for the table you lay on. miles grinds into you purposefully, half hard and working his dick right over your center. it’s torturous with the layers of fabric between you, and you push your hips up to meet his own, kissing him harder.

miles growls, then he’s rucking your tank top over your chest. he groans in approval when exposing your breasts. quaritch will bite and suck on the soft mounds, marking you. his teeth will sink into your flesh, indenting your skin. the sting of it is followed by his rough tongue licking flatly over the punctures. it’s a stark contrast to his fingers tickling over your ribs. you huff out a breath of air, a small sound you cannot hold in any longer.

then quaritch pulls away abruptly, standing above you.

“don’t move. that’s a fuckin’ order, squeak.” he commands in his deep american drawl.

you can only look up at him with hooded eyes. “yes, sir” you hum. you let your body arch teasingly, pushing your chest out into the chill air and wiggling your hips cutely.

your belly swims with the perceived praise of his chuckles, the sound purring and warm. he’s even grinning, his hands falling to his hips as he takes in every bit of you splayed out for him. his eyes linger over your face, enjoying how flustered you look already with blushing cheeks and eyes swimming with lust. his gaze travels to your chest, your nipples peaked after his sensual assault. then he’s following the curve of your hips, and he’s awfully offended by the rough fabric of those tiny little shorts you wear all the damn time.

his fingers hook into the waistband, pushing to reveal thin lace covering your cunt, adorned with a cute little bow under your navel.

“well, look at you, corporal. who are you wearin’ these for, huh? private fike? prager?” he asks, somewhat teasing you, tracing under the hem before letting the elastic snap against your hip. he won’t admit it, but there is a part of miles that genuinely wants to know. he bites his lip.

you fluster and shake your head vigorously, pouting at him. “no sir… i-i just like how they look, do you like them?” you wonder, a mix of embarrassment and want making you blush to your chest.

quaritch bunches the delicate lace at your hip, and you gasp as he rips it from your body. it stings, chafing the soft skin between your thighs. he smirks as your tail wraps around your calf, a new habit of yours when anxious.

he stands to his full height, heavy footsteps echoing in the large recreation room. you’re suddenly reminded where you are, where the walls are mostly glass, and the chances of someone passing by are 100 fucking percent. you panic a little, eyes darting to the sliding doors then searching for quaritch.

“colonel? um, could we make sure the shutters are active?” you hope.

your eyes follow him even if he doesn’t spare you a glance, his own eyes trained past the glass. the colonel’s heavy footsteps halt when standing directly behind you, and you’re forced to tilt your head back and watch him upside down.

he’s looking down at you, cradling your jaw. “you’ll be alright, hon’. now open your mouth,” he taps your cheek twice.

you’re nervous now, a little hesitant as you move your jaw, sticking your tongue out flatly.

“atta girl” miles rumbles, lightly slapping your cheek. his nimble fingers fall to work on his belt. the metal clanks loudly and you breathe in anticipation, your gaze drawn towards the straining bulge just inches in front of you.

quaritch makes quick work of it, humming as the zipper passes over his hard length.

his cock nearly hits you in the face, the way it bobs and stands in front of you. it’s thicker than any dick you’ve ever witnessed, longer too. it’s swollen to a pretty shade of indigo, a healthy pink at his tip. he’s beading with precum, and you watch as it gathers and trails alongside the vein gracing the underside of his cock. your mouth goes dry, and you swallow thickly.

“keep that mouth open, girl.”

you obey, stretching your jaw even wider as quaritch guides his leaking tip to your mouth. he’s soft with it at first, guiding his tip into your mouth and you hum at the salty taste of him. you kiss the tip sweetly, then begin leaving your wet tongue over his shaft.

the colonel hums. “you’re good, darlin’, take some more.” and you nearly gag as his length touches the back of your throat. you recover and find your rhythm, taking more as you bob your head.

eventually miles will be fucking your throat, grasping at your breasts as if they give him leverage to thrust into you.

“fuckn slut, can’t get enough of my dick down your throat, huh?” he growls, sending a series of quick slaps over your tits.

but you’re liking this too much, so he gets mean. he’ll shove inside your mouth, unmoving and letting your throat lurch tightly around his cock.

then miles will begin to touch you. you whine around his length when he pinches your nipples, calloused fingers rolling over the sensitive buds. he smacks the plump flesh of your breasts, and his fingers lightly trail to your soft center, touching your folds lightly before landing a quick slap on your pussy. it makes you jolt, your hips twitch and that earns you another slap.

“i gave you an order, corporal. quit fucking moving.”

and miles just keeps fucking your face. the the feeling’s too much, you’re gagging harshly and pushing your palm against his thigh to slow his thrusts, to no avail. he’s thoroughly using you, and you’re unable to do anything but simply take it. you remind yourself to breathe, trying to bob your throat at the same pace.

“there ya’ go, good girl,” quaritch moans, his syllables drawn out in pleasure. he lets two fingers push through your wet slit, running back and forth from your clit to your hole. you moan around him, and quaritch groans with satisfaction

“you’re so wet, it’s filthy. you gettin’ off on bein’ used like this? dirty girl,” quaritch smirks in a lustful haze. he’ll rub you quick and fast over your clit, making you squeal around his dick.

he’s hunched over you when he comes, letting a groan erupt from his chest. he pulls back to watch his seed slipping past your lips. you’re ruined, coughing and heaving for breath, eyes filled with tears and mouth so pretty and swollen.

“turn and face me,” quaritch would command you lowly. you pick yourself up,

your naked form agile, beautiful, flexible as you sit on the edge of the table. miles stands tall in front of you, eyes running wildly over your body and you watch him expectantly.

suddenly his hands are on you, holding your hips and lifting you off the table and your feet plop onto the cold ceramic floor. then quaritch is twirling your shoulders- pushing your chest against the table. it’s only moments before his dick slides into you, and it’s almost too much. there’s no going easy, just the sudden plunge of his dick into your body. it stretches you wide; a deep, burning ache inside of you. you pinch your eyes shut, waiting for the sensation to melt into pleasure.

“cmon, you can take more than that,” miles taunts. his palm presses right between your shoulder blades, pinning you as he delivers a series of long, deep thrusts. again, you remind yourself to breathe

“that’s it darlin’, loosen up for me. so fckn tight around my cock-“ he grits behind clenched teeth, picking up to a steady and delicious rhythm

his cock keeps pressing into that sensitive spot that nearly blinds you with pleasure. your eyes roll into your skull and you whine pathetically

“those virgins wouldn’t know what to do with you-“

miles’ abdomen presses against your back, leaning over you and biting the elongated cartilage of your ear. his hand takes your hip, angling you to take him even deeper and it makes you cry out, squirming under him.

“-wouldn’t know how to fuck this little pussy,” he mutters, his cheek presses to yours. you’re whimpering with every deep thrust, his cockhead ramming into your quivering insides.

miles tongue curls to catch the salty tears spilling over cheeks, caught in the feel of your tight spongy walls and the sweet sounds that fall from your parted lips

“workin’ me up, baby. gonna make me come inside that tight cunt-you want that, huh? want me to fill you up?” he growls into your ear, gripping your hips tighter.

you try your best to nod, cheek pressed into the table and hiding your whines behind your bitten lips.

“none of that, now. lemme hear you.”

then miles fingers are stuffing below your hips, smacking your clit before rubbing tight fast circles over the sensitive bundle.

your drawn like a bow with its arrow ready to fly, muscles quivering and aching for sweet release. your pussy is so tight around quaritch, locking around him to a point where he can no longer pull out of you, can only grind deeper into your slick heat.

“damn, kitty, you’re fuckin tight! you gonna come?” miles asks you mockingly, slowing his circles on your clit to match his lurid thrusts.

“yes sir!” you whine, broken moans clawing out of your chest

miles’ cheek presses to yours again. “tell me how good it is. tell me how good i’m fuckin’ you n’ how bad you wanna come.”

“s-so good! sir-i’m coming!” your sentence choppy with your cries of pleasure.

the bow inside of you snaps, and you scream with pleasure as you’re flooded with the hot sensation unfurling in your belly.

“that’s it, sugar, there ya’ go.” quaritch moans. your orgasm lasts so long, drawn out as miles keeps pushing into your cunt at a wild, fiery pace. he continues to rub across your clit, pressing harder when you attempt to squirm away

“i’m the only one allowed to have you like this, got it, squeak? no one else.” the colonel grinds behind his teeth, beginning to lose his rhythm as he fucks into you.

you can only cry out, your voice raw from the pleasure miles draws out of you. you’re shaking with overstimulation, letting these poor little whimpers fall from you plump mouth.

“shit! go on, honey. let everyone know who you belong to. you’re mine, now,” quaritch grits out. his grip on you is bruising, thrusts growing erratic as he chases the ache in his lower abdomen.

miles begins to let out his own breathy moans, rocking into you until he’s buried to the hilt. he grunts with a last few thrusts, and you whimper weakly at the feel of his cum spurting inside of you.

—

his body covers yours entirely, heavy as he comes down and settles his forehead between your shoulders. you slump against the table, hiccuping to catch your breath. quaritch is no better, breathing heavily against your back. you feel the tired ache through your body, and you’re grateful when miles pulls out of you. miles lifts himself, still holding your hips.

quaritch takes a moment to admire your form slumped against the table. your eyelashes are wet with tears, cheeks flushed and swollen mouth taking in stuttering hiccups of air. your hair is disheveled, bangs sticking to your skin and his eyes follow the braid that twists down your back. he follows the taper of your waist to your plump bum, and he can’t help but reach and squeeze at your flesh. he spreads you, watching his cum leak from your hole.

he notices your wobbly knees, smirking to himself. he finds your shorts, sliding them up your thighs and to your waist. he pulls your top to cover you properly, scoops you up in big arms and carries you towards the lounge

his hand splays across your back as he walks. “did good, kid, took it like a champ.” he settles into the cushions, pulling you across his lap. you tuck yourself into his chest.

“m’sorry if i was a bit rough on ya,”

there’s a beat of silence, until he finishes with “y’seemed to like it though,” he quirks, brows raising and letting out a dry chuckle that reveals his pink tongue and sharp canines.

you snort and roll your eyes playfully, hiding your face in his shoulder. he’s glad to see your reaction, he laughs and plants a kiss on your hair before resting his head on top of yours, cheek presses against your soft raven hair

you’re both silent for moment, your eyes flutter tiredly as miles’ fingertips run back and forth over your thigh.

“goddamn dickheads, let ‘em try sayin somethin’ stupid like that again. i won’t be so nice. fuckin’ morons,” quaritch grumbles, pouting.

notes: OH MY GOD. i’m so sorry, this is long overdue! ive been in a huge personal transition- job promotion, moving, all the things! and i wanted to do you justice with this request. i tend to characterize miles as a little softer than he actually is, and i hope i captured him a bit better this time around! hope you enjoy sweet sparklingenvy. always happy to see you in my inbox!