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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Within You

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.

“Come on,” you smiled as you took his hand and pulled him toward the pumpkin patch entrance.

The two of you took turns regarding date nights and outings. Today, you chose a pumpkin patch. You told him it wouldn’t feel like Fall if you didn’t go and listed off the fun things to do. There was a hayride, pumpkins and apples to pick, a corn maze, and much more. He obliged since he knew it would make you happy. He even gave you a small smile when you told him the website claimed that the maze was tricky, but you knew he’d find his way out easily.

You stopped and inhaled the cool air, the scent of warm apple cider drifting your way from the stand nearby. The temperature dropped just enough that you were comfortable in a sweater and the sun peeked out through the clouds to greet you. It wasn't overly crowded and it was the perfect weather. Even better because you had the perfect man by your side.

It was going to be a good day.

“Where should we start?” You asked, smiling when a small group of kids headed toward one of the tractors. “Hayride? Pick a pumpkin to carve later?”

“Where do you want to start?” Bucky replied, a small breeze blowing some of his dark brown hair back.

Your answer died in your throat as you gazed at him. His hair was the third thing you noticed about him, long enough that it almost touched his shoulders and soft to the touch. You loved running your fingers through it, whether it was to soothe him and pull it when he was between your thighs. The second thing you took notice of was the massive size of your now boyfriend. Over 6’4” with broad shoulders, a puffed out chest, and thighs made for riding, he intimated most while he excited you.

His cool blue eyes, of course, were the first thing. Gazing into them was like swimming in a private sea, ready to ride a gentle wave or get swept away in a storm depending on his mood. You could handle the entire range of emotions because you were his girl. It was that simple.

“You’re staring, doll,” he smiled, your cheeks warm at being caught. If any other guy called you "doll", it would've sounded silly. It was endearing coming from him.

“Well, I can't help it. You’re gorgeous,” you said.

“You are gorgeous,” he argued, the compliment sending more heat to your cheeks.

“You said that this morning,” you teased. The two of you moved in together recently and you had a hard time getting out of bed some days. Waking up beside him was like a dream, but it was your reality.

“And I'll say it again,” he smiled before a girl stopped in front of the two of you with a tray.

“Hi,” she greeted with an ear-to-ear smile. “Would either of you care for a sample of cider? We have warm and chilled.”

“Ooh,” you smiled, glancing between the cups. You loved apple cider. “I'll take warm, please.”

“Same. Thanks,” Bucky said, selecting cups for each of you. He blew on his before he drank it, a weird look crossing his face as he swallowed. “Is something on the bottom of my cup?”

“Nothing on mine,” you said, glancing at his cup once you tried your cider. “I think it's a sticker. Is it a cauldron?”

“Oh! You got the lucky, special sample!” the girl grinned as you and Bucky shared a confused look. She balanced the tray in one hand as she handed your boyfriend an orange coupon and took the empty cups from you. “Free cider for two. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” Bucky said before she went to give samples to others.

“Lucky guy,” you smiled, raising an eyebrow as he slowly licked his lips. “You okay?”

He blinked and nodded. “Yeah. Was just warmer than I expected.”

“You didn't burn your tongue, did you?”

“No, but you should massage your tongue with mine anyway,” he half joked.

You smiled and nodded toward the maze. “Why don’t we check that out first?”

“So, you’d rather check out a maze instead of soothing your boyfriend's tongue?”

You giggled as you made your way to the start, grabbing a small sheet of paper. There were different sets of “animal tracks” to find throughout the maze. Anyone who found them all got a prize. “Why check out a maze when I can check you out?” You asked, unable to keep a straight face. “That was cheesy.”

“It wasn’t cheesy,” he said before his smile widened. “It was corny.”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed more. One thing about your boyfriend, he could always bring a smile to your face. “You think you’re so…”

A little boy ran out of the maze with a smile before he lost his footing and pitched forward, his sheet of paper floating to the ground as it flew from his hand. You rushed over to help when he began to cry, carefully helping the poor child sit up. “Ouch,” he sniffled.

“Hey. You okay?” you gently asked, making sure to keep your demeanor calm as you brushed some of the dirt away. You also grabbed his sheet before it could blow away. “Can you tell me where it hurts?”

He wiped his face and pointed to his knee once he rolled up his pant leg. “Right here.”

“Okay. Let’s take a look,” you nodded as Bucky joined you, crouching down on the other side of the boy. He looked worried, too. Minus the small scrape, he looked fine overall. “Poor little guy. Scrapes are no fun. But you know what? You’re a strong little boy.”

“I am?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yeah. Very strong,” Bucky agreed. "My girl wouldn't lie to you."

It was sweet how he spoke of you. “And you found all the animals, so you get a prize,” you smiled, showing him his paper where all of them were shaded. “You’re strong and smart,” you added, which brought a smile to his face, too.

“Timmy!” a woman shouted as she jogged out to the maze. “I told you not to run off. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied, taking your hand so you could get him to his feet. “Hurts, but I’m strong and smart.”

Timmy’s mom bent down to inspect his knee herself before she gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you for helping him. How can I repay you?”

“That's not necessary. We're glad we could help,” you said, making sure he had his sheet. “You enjoy your prize and listen to your mom, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded, waving as he went with his mom. “Thanks!”

“Cute little guy,” you smiled as Bucky slowly stood up. Your boyfriend had a few expressions that you were used to seeing, but you couldn’t read the current look he gave you. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. “What?”

“Why haven't I knocked you up yet?"

You opened your mouth to say something, a feverish and unexpected heat moving through your body. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard what I said,” he said, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. “Just wondering why I haven't."

Though you knew Bucky was the man for you, the topic of kids hadn’t come up much. Partially because you hadn’t been together a year yet. Wouldn’t it be too soon to have a little one running around when you weren’t even engaged? Not that the two of you had to get married to have kids.

Maybe him seeing me comfort Timmy brought it to the front of his mind.

“I don’t know, Bucky. Why haven’t you knocked me up yet?” you teased. You almost shrank under his gaze a moment later when he didn’t laugh or crack a smile.

“Maybe I should. We can go home and get started right now,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “This would be a fun place to bring our kids one day. Don't you think?"

“Why don’t we talk about it after the maze?”

He looked hurt for a split second and you almost assured you weren’t blowing him off. You wouldn't do that. It was merely a serious talk for another time. “Sure. After the maze,” he agreed, taking your hand as you made your way back over.

A chill ran down your spine when you walked through the entrance. It was strange. You weren’t afraid, especially since it wasn’t dark outside. So where did the unexpected chill come from?

“You okay?” Bucky asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as his grip tightened on your hand. Did he feel weird being in here, too? “I didn't freak you out, did I?”

“I'm fine and you didn't freak me out. You know you can tell me anything,” you replied, shaking it off the chill as the two of you began to walk through. The maze took up almost a third of the entire place, the stalks high enough that neither of you could see over them. “I think we should find the werewolf tracks first. Because they're one of your favorite animals.”

Before you could turn right down one of the paths, he brought his mouth close to your face. “That and I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth in and leaving my mark on you.”

The breath rushed out of your lungs when you turned your head and caught the darkness in his eyes. His pupils were larger than normal as he stepped closer, almost backing you into the corn. “Is that right?”

“And you’ll let me,” he said, your heart racing as he leaned in. His kisses stole the breath from your lungs and your eyes slipped shut just before his lips touched yours. “Won’t you?”

“After we find the first set of tracks,” you whispered, pressing your hands to his chest so he’d back away.

He didn’t budge.

“Seriously, doll. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

This again?

“I thought we were going to talk about that after we got out of here,” you reminded him, stepping to the side to go further down the path. “Where is this coming from anyway?”

“Been thinking about it for some time. I just haven’t said so,” he answered as he followed close behind. Was he afraid to say something before because it was too soon? That admitting it would scare you off? “Now that I'm talking about it, I can't stop.”

You were tempted to make a joke that there was something in his special cider sample making him talk. “You're serious about this?”

“You moved in with me. We love each other. I want a life with you. Of course, I'm serious.”

Glancing over your shoulder to find him watching you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Bucky,” you promised before you focused on the path again. You weren’t sure just how far the two of you had walked through. “But something like that is-”

You shrieked when Bucky spun you around by the shoulder, a wild look in his eyes before his mouth met yours in a persistent kiss. Compelling desire moved through you, but it didn’t matter how much you wanted him. The two of you were still in public. There were families around.

This wasn’t the time or place for this.

He broke the kiss before he shoved you almost painfully to your knees. He was never that forceful. “I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you.”

“Bucky, what the hell?!” you asked as he moved behind you and dropped to his knees, too. He yanked your pants and underwear down before you could stop him. Did you want to stop him? “We’re in a maze. What if someone catches us?”

He scoffed as he pushed you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands. The cool breeze touched your exposed pussy, sending another chill down your spine. “You think I care if anyone catches us? I need you and they can’t stop me. They'll see that you're mine.”

The corn seemed to move in closer as you heard him unbuckle his belt, as if to give you some privacy. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you. “I'm already yours. Can you just slow down for a second?”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he swore, clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Bucky sheathed you in one hard thrust, your cry smothered by his hand. You admitted to him once that he was the largest you’d ever had, which he both loved and hated. While it made him feel good that your ex-boyfriends weren’t as big as him, could never stretch you the way he could, he hated thinking of anyone else being inside you. He liked to remind you that no one else ever would be. And because of his size, he usually took great care in prepping you.

His need must’ve clouded him, the burn from the stretch more intense than usual.

“I’m sorry, doll. I don't know what's come over me. I can’t help myself,” he apologized again as if he sensed your discomfort, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you breathed through your nose. “But it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Just take me.”

You whined as he nearly pulled out completely and shoved himself back in as deep as he could go. That was your only warning before he set a steady pace, your hands fisting the dirt and your ears ringing as blood surged through your veins. It wasn’t long before your wetness coated his cock, the burn fading to pleasure from the friction. He fucked you before, but it was nothing like this. Bucky was like a man possessed. No, not even a man. More like a wild animal rutting into you, claiming you.

Where anyone could stumble along and find you.

“So soft. So warm,” he groaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. “So fucking good.”

You tried to push yourself higher on your hands and knees for better support, but the force of his thrusts surged you forward. Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed it on the back of your neck as your cheek hit the dirt. The hold gave him leverage to fuck you deeper with your ass in the air. The soil felt cool in contrast to the hot palm against your skin.

“Better keep quiet,” he warned you, even as the angle sparked ecstasy within you. All you could do was bite your lip to try and keep the sounds in as much as possible. “Or do you want someone to catch me breeding you?”

“What?” you gasped, unable to lift your head as a new sensation hit you.

“You heard me,” he growled, draping himself over your back and maintaining his harsh pace as he breathed against your ear. “Gonna breed you. Gonna fucking drown your womb with my seed. ‘Cause you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

The sweet doting boyfriend you were used to was nowhere to be found as his cock wrecked your cunt. Was there something unexplainable causing him to act this way or had he been holding back? You would question him later. For now, you could only go limp as he fucked you into the dirt with vigor. And it felt good. You couldn't deny it.

“Gonna be so full of me. Fuck, you’ll look so beautiful carrying my baby,” he grunted, barely able to make out his words his thrusts increased in speed and strength. The slap of skin on skin filled the air and you almost had to cover your mouth yourself to stop your mewls. “Your belly round. Your tits nice and full. Might keep you knocked up so you remember who you belong to.”

The image of Bucky with his hand on your belly filled your mind, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down to your toes. “I can’t take it, Bucky,” you gasped, even as you felt the tug of your building climax ready to snap. “It’s too much.”

With a deceptively soft kiss to your neck, followed by a small nuzzle, Bucky let out a deep moan. “You can take it. You always do ‘cause you’re mine. My good girl,” he rambled on as you whined, the wet slide of your pussy squeezing him tighter as you got closer. “Need to pump you full. Need your cunt to milk every drop from me. You want it. I know it. Come.”

You couldn’t hold on any longer, your fingers curling in the dirt again as you came with a cry. You were overwhelmed by the pure bliss, shocked at just how powerful your orgasm was. He hadn’t teased your clit, yet you gushed around him like he had. The squelching sound blended in with your whimpers as he fucked you through it.

Maybe you liked the idea of him breeding you more than you realized.

“That’s it, doll,” he groaned as he chased his release. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

Bucky's rhythm faltered as his cock pulsed, spilling inside you with a growl. He kept his hips flush against yours as he breathed raggedly against your neck, keeping your bodies joined together for as long as he could. He didn’t move until he began to soften, making a whimper spill from your lips when he pulled out of you. His fingers quickly replaced his cock to keep his spend from sliding out of you.

“You okay, doll?” he asked, his voice still a touch of gruff mixed with softness. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“Mmm,” was the only response you could give him.

It was like a switch had gone off as he helped you up, keeping you from collapsing as he got your underwear and pants up. He wiped as much of the dirt away with his hands as he could, softness in his eyes once again. Minus his disheveled hair, he looked fine. Like he hadn't just fucked you in the corn maze.

You two were lucky you hadn't gotten caught.

He hugged you as close as he could while you tried to make sense of his behavior. Whatever raging beast was inside him was satisfied for the time being. But what came over him?

Large hands framed your face as you tried to get your shaking under control. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you mumbled.

“I’ll draw us a bath when we get home, okay? Get you cleaned up and make sure you aren't too sore,” he offered with a tender kiss to your lips. “After I throw out your birth control pills. You won’t need those anymore.”

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ladywuvly · 1 month

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♱ long before (s2!daryl dixon x green!f!reader)

summary|| As fate would have it, a devastating tragedy compelled your father to open up your front gates to a group of families seeking refuge from the new world. Amidst the unexpected turn of events, a certain individual with piercing blue eyes, a colorful vocabulary, and a rugged charm manages to capture your attention. However, as tensions rise and emotions become complicated, you're forced to confess your deepest desires. wc: 6.9k

warnings|| MDNI; 18+ content, semi-public, blood/violence + mentions of, swearing, size kink (if you squint), smut, fingering/handjob (f!m!receiving), unprotected sex (p!v), rough sex, bodily fluids (sp!t/squ!rt), praise, agegap, begging, breeding, cockwarming;

masterlist. socials. rec.

It wasn't every day there were new people at the farm, let alone living people. However, when your older sister's shrilling voice called for your father and the all too familiar smell of fresh blood came wafting through the front door, you knew the peaceful salvation of your childhood home was no longer hidden from the terrors of the new world.

That had been weeks ago; before families were camped out under the shade of the oak trees in your front yard, before Otis had died, before you had met Rick, or before you had sat and comforted Lori as her son lay dying in the blood-stained sheets of your guest bedroom.

Long before they'd found any evidence of Carol's little girl being anywhere nearby, and even longer before a certain blue-eyed, foul-mouthed, redneck had caught your attention.

You'd heard him ride in with the rest of them. Watching him from behind the white, wooden column of the porch. Tanned, dirt and sweat-covered skin, dressed in a sleeveless button-up that exposed the toned muscles of his arms, which flexed as he flicked the kick-stand down and stepped off the motorbike.

It didn't take long for you to make friends with the rest of the group. Although, no matter how often you tried making peace with the shaggy-haired man, he always seemed to push you further and further away.

Perhaps he knew what you were trying to do. Like he'd somehow discovered your ploy. How you'd show up at his tent on the outskirts of the camp, dressed in those frilly little sun dresses, presenting him with something or another that always made his heart swell up in contentment.

No matter how short he was with you, or how many times he told you it was 'nun of y'er business', he still couldn't help but feel unworthy as he watched you frolic your way towards his islet tent.

It wasn't until he had heard you one morning, from the other side of the bathroom door, that was when he knew he was fucked.

Carol had demanded he'd shower, it did no good to have him 'stinking up every place he went' as she had put it. He had scoffed before eventually agreeing a shower might actually do him some good.

A place where he could relax for a short time, stretch out his strained muscles in the lukewarm water as he cleared his head from the millions of thoughts he had since their arrival.

The water was already running and he was praying that whoever it was in there, wasn't using up the rest of the warm water. He was about ready to bang on the door and call out a harsh 'hurry up in there'. That was until he heard the sweet sound of your voice from inside, suddenly rendering him speechless.

"oh daryl..." All high pitched and slurred, in that sweet honey-coated tone filled with urgency and pleasure. He wanted to move, he truly did.

You were just a girl, maybe 8 or 9 years younger than him. You didn't know what you were doing, acting solely on desire and lust, still foolish and ignorant about the real world.

That is what he told himself, as he imagined what you must've looked like in the moment. Hand shoved between the milky plush of your thighs, the same ones he'd caught himself staring at more times than he'd like to admit.

Skin flushed under the warm water and steam of the shower, face displaying a consuming look of pleasure, as your orgasm coaxed little whimpers and whines out of your parted lips. "daryl, daryl, daryl..."

He couldn't stand there any longer after listening to you finish. Rushing through the front door and down the porch steps before hastily grabbing his crossbow and wandering off in hopes of finding anything to distract himself from the blasphemous image of you.

Little did he know that wasn't the first time you had touched yourself to the thought of him.

Earlier that morning you'd woken up from an erotic-filled sleep, slick and sticky, panties clinging to the dripping arousal of your cunt as you rubbed your thighs together hoping to provide enough friction to lazily get yourself off.

You huffed and turned over a few times before giving up. Throwing the covers off and exposing yourself to the nipping cold of your bedroom.

You walked towards the window, hoping that the sight of the barely rising sun, was excuse enough to crawl back under the covers and rest for a few more minutes, before having to get up to start your early morning chores. However, the sight below you caused a chill to run up your spine, as goosebumps littered your skin.

He stood below your window, the picnic bench in front of him occupied by his crossbow, and the remains of his catch for this morning's breakfast.

The way he so effortlessly worked on his kill; cleaning, gutting, and skinning whatever poor little forest critter so foolishly crossed his path.

The sight of his muscular arms, as they flexed and strained, was alluring compared to his gore-full actions, and before you knew what you were doing, your hand snuck under the hem of your short, floral nightie.

Resting a hand against the window-pane as your other slipped into your panties. Your fingers played with the wetness of your arousal, coating them in your slick as you eased them past your slippery lips and into your weeping entrance.

You moaned quietly, pulling them back out to rub circles against your swollen clit and then plunging them back into your aching cunt again. Repeating the action over and over again, as you ogled the man before you.

You imagined what it would feel like to have his hands on you, instead of your own. Bigger and rougher, the callused skin of his palms running along the softness of your waist and hips, as he'd rock you back and forth on the pads of his fingers.

Gripping his forearm for leverage as you quivered against him. The pure strength of his bicep, which you'd grip at to keep yourself from collapsing into a puddle of sweat and cum.

His warm breath fanning against your cheek and neck, as he encouraged you with those sweet little praises. "You like that, huh? You like that, sweetheart?...Come on, sweet girl don't you want to cum?"

Your walls tightened as you became painfully close to the edge. Your legs trembled, knees buckling as you held yourself up against the glass. Your orgasm was bliss, soaking your thighs and hand with your release, as you muffled a cry, biting your bottom lip in order to keep yourself quiet.

Coming back down from your high you quickly stepped away from the window shamefully. Your skin felt hot and sticky, and even after just getting yourself off, you wanted more, you needed more.

You decided a shower would be best, something relaxing and isolate where you could refresh yourself, before having to go about your day.

It had been a few hours and you were now seated by the burning embers from this morning's fire, helping put together whatever you could find to make some sort of breakfast for everyone before they all got to work for the day.

You spotted Daryl as he made his way out of your house and back towards the camp. His hair, a darker shade of brown, as fresh water droplets dripped down the recently cleaned skin of his neck.

God, what you would give for him to let you lick it up with the flick of your tongue.

You imagined what he'd smell like, what he tasted like. His scent, wouldn't be clouded with any fragrance that distracted from his natural musk. His skin, warm and inviting against the drag of your tongue. You could feel yourself getting wet at just the thought of him.

Quickly you grabbed a plate and made your way up across the grass, stopping in front of him as he was headed towards the RV. You watched him freeze, his eyes casted down and away from you, causing you to frown at his refusal to meet your gaze.

"Here, I know it's not much... but you should eat something."

You offered him the small plate, only for him to hum and shake his head. "'m fine." You were concerned at his refusal. He was not a man of many words, but that didn’t mean dismissing you like this altogether. He'd normally just take whatever it was you were offering him, before going back to whatever it was he was doing.

"Look... everyone's eaten and you know nobody's going to be seen harboring back for seconds, given our circumstances." You laughed it off in hopes of lightening the mood. Only when you looked back at him, did you notice the look of anger take over his features.

"No you look... I don't know what ya' think this is, but we're not 'ere ta' make no friends. Our only priority is findin' a way ta' get the hell off this farm, and whether or not I eat this piss-pour excuse of a breakfast, is gonna change that. Ya' hearin' me?"

His words caught you off guard. They were harsh and filled with hurt, and knowing that those around you had most likely turned to look at him, once the sound of his voice had risen, was humiliating.

It was mean and patronizing, and you were embarrassed that he'd thought he could talk to you like that. Like you were just some ignorant girl. Like someone who didn't really know what was actually going on.

It didn't take you very long to flee after that. You had almost scoffed at him before shoving the plate of food into his chest and brushing past his shoulder.

You weren't going to let everyone see just how much his words had gotten to you, so you lifted your head and walked with poise back towards your house.

Only once you'd made it into the solidarity of your kitchen did you let out the breath you were holding. Cursing at yourself for not seeing it sooner, by letting the way he made you feel cloud your judgment of who he really was, who he really thought you were.

In that moment you decided for yourself to just push down this stupid little crush and focus on what was important. Helping get these people back on their feet, so they could get a move on.

You consumed yourself with chores the next few days. Helping Lori with laundry, Carol with any cooking, and even offered Andrea a hand maintaining the few guns your father had let them keep, while helping protect the farm.

She was pleasantly surprised at how much you knew about such weapons, but you quickly reminded her how you'd grown up and where exactly you were raised. This only encouraged her to teasingly call you a 'hick', before asking if you wanted to go shooting with her and Shane the next time they went out. You told her you'd think about it before excusing yourself from the RV.

That night you sat with them beside the dying fire, and it didn't take long before you felt the heat of a lingering gaze on you. However, this one was dark and grim, greedy and predatory. Unlike the light, pastel blue eyes you were so familiar with.

These felt thieving, like they were just waiting watching for the chance to get you alone, secluded and out of the keen sight of others.

You felt it best to turn in for the night. Walking back towards the house you weren't scared, far from it, you knew this farm like the back of your hand and yet you still felt unease.

The snap of a twig behind you caused you to gasp, as you expected a walker to step out in front of you and bite your face clean off. However, the sight of Shane emerging from the shadows was strangely just as frightening. Those temperamental eyes that looked you up and down, caused you to wrap your arms a little tighter around yourself.

"Andrea tells me you're good with a gun. Real good..."

Nodding compliantly, hoping it would satisfy him to cut the conversation short and allow you to escape inside. Except your silence only made him pursue you even more.

"She's giving me more credit than I deserve. My father taught me how to shoot, that's all." You quickly remitted.

Shane wandered closer and you took a quick look back at the house, trying to estimate how many steps you would need to take in order to get back inside if need be.

"What is your deal then, hm?"

"My deal?"

"I just mean, I'm trynna figure you out."

"I guess there's just not much to figure."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong. I just want to know what makes a pretty young thing, such as yourself swoon so hard over that dirty old red-neck." You're shocked at the accuracy of his accusation.

"I think I'm tired, and it's getting late, and I'd like to go to bed. Goodnight Shane."

"Now just wait a min-Everythin' alright?" Daryl suddenly emerged from behind you and you'd soon grown frustrated.

You hadn't seen nor spoken to him in the last few days yet, here he was showing up to save you like you were some damsel in distress.

Dragging a hand through your hair and letting out an exasperated sigh. You watched as Shane stepped closer to the both of you. "You got impeccable timing, you know that?"

"Hell's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothin' man, just getting to know our hosts a little better, that's all."

"Yeah? Well don't."

Scoffing at both of the men, drawing their attention back to you. "I'm not standing around here to watch a cock-fight. Both of you, just leave me the hell alone." You left them at the bottom of the porch steps.

"Wait a sec... Just stop!... I'm sorry!" You froze, halfway through the door frame.

Slowly, you turned around to find Daryl standing at the bottom of the stairs, nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

"What?"

"I was pissed, 'n took it out on ya'. Wasn't right."

"Carol make you come up here."

"Nah, feel bad... didn't mean to hurt ya'."

You were genuinely surprised that he'd come back to apologize all on his own. Looking away from him seemed to be the only way to keep a smile from breaking out on your face. You nodded and hoped it was enough to get him to retreat, but he didn't.

"Hey..."

He called, making you look up at him through your lashes.

"When I say m'sorry, I mean it."

You nodded again quickly. "I believe you."

It was now his turn to nod this time, as he drummed his thumb against the side of his leg. "Only... you owe me another apology."

"Hmm?"

"That breakfast... was not piss-poor… made that with love." You teased, leaning up against the door frame.

He stifled a laugh and kicked at the dirt in front of him. "M'sorry 'bout that too then."

You couldn't help but flash a warm smile at him while you watched him fidget before you. Stepping back onto the porch and descending the steps until you stood face-to-face with him at the bottom.

You gazed into his eyes and despite the slight height you got from the stair, you found yourself still having to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. You couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity, as there was an indescribable emotion hidden within them.

Rather than trying to put it into words, you decided to thank him. Affectionately rising up onto your tiptoes and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Daryl."

Then with a smile, you made your way back up the stairs and towards the front door, as you finally entered the house.

You didn't sleep well that night, tossing and turning for hours before you eventually gave up on sleep altogether.

Once the sun began to rise you slipped on your boots and grabbed a sweater, hoping maybe an early morning walk could help you clear your thoughts.

They only really consisted of one thing, Daryl. Even though he apologized, that hadn't been the only time he'd been short with you. Sure, it was the first time he'd actually yelled at you.

You wondered why he had been so mean, what had made him snapping at you so early in the early morning, when you were just trying to be kind to him? What had happened that he was already pissed off about?

Coming up late last night when Shane had been trying to 'get to know you', and as much as he made you uncomfortable, why did Daryl feel the need to interrupt?

Did he secretly despise you that much that he had to ward off people from trying to befriend you? It confused you, how such a seemingly simple man suddenly became so complex.

You hadn't realized how far you had wandered until the sight of the old brick chimney came into view. You knew it was time to turn back when you'd somehow managed to subconsciously walk towards the one thing that was causing you so much troubled.

"What're ya' doin'?"

You gasped at the gruff sound of his voice. Turning around to see Daryl not too far from you. He looked well rested, like he'd just woken up.

"Couldn't sleep. Needed some time to think, figured a walk'd do me some good."

"So ya' wondered all the way out 'ere."

"I guess so."

He looked off from you, not having anything else to say, or maybe just not having the words. "Did I do something? I mean... to bother you or upset you in some way. I get it now that you're not one to make friends, but after you apologized… I just don't know what I did to deserve you making sure everyone stays clear of me."

"Like ya' talk with Shane was so friendly."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

There was a pause as you waited for Daryl to speak.

"I heard ya'..."

Your face scrunched in confusion and Daryl sighed. He'd hoped you'd understood what he was talking about without having to go into much detail about it.

"Sayin' my name..."

Your eyes widened and you flushed bright red in embarrassment.

"I- I'm sorry, I thought the window was closed... I-"

"Window? Nah... in the shower..."

You became even more humiliated, not only by the fact that he had heard you touching yourself to the thought of him, but as you accidentally confessed how you'd done it more than just the once.

"Look y're a real pretty girl 'n all, but it just ain't right... With yer father lettin' us stay 'ere, it wouldn't be right."

"So you're saying if this wasn't the circumstance where we met, you'd take me to bed?"

"That ain't what I'm sayin'."

"Then what are you saying, Daryl?"

"That m'pushing 30 and y're barely 20..."

"21... 'n I'm not a child, Daryl. Not where it counts..."

"Shouldn't be sayin' that."

"Why? Why does it matter? We're both adults. There's not a soul in that house that would even give a damn. The world has ended, there are no laws, no morals to live by anymore. There's only wants and needs, and I don't want to be scared anymore... and I need you..."

You stepped closer to him, eyes never leaving his as you bravely confessed your feelings. "Tell me... Tell me that you don't need me."

You watched his pale blue eyes as he studied your face. It was as if he was almost trying to decide whether or not this was real, whether or not you were real.

"I can't... but I can't give you what you want either..."

"You can-No, I can't"

"What is it you think that I want?"

"Why me, huh?... What is it about me that you need?" He dismissed your question with one of his own.

"I see the way that you are... with Rick... with Carol. You want to protect us, I know that."

He tried to brush you off, turning around to distance himself from you, but you grabbed his arm, stepping ahead of him to stop him from walking away from you. "Don't run from me. I may not know what you were like before this, but I know who you are now. I know why you showed up last night..."

"Ya' don't know nothin' ." He spit out.

"I know you wanted to protect me. I know that's why you warded off Shane, and why you apologized. You might not know why, but I do. It's because you care. You care about me... and us, and this place, and you can pretend all you want like you don't, but you can't fool me, Daryl."

You hadn't let go of him and you reached out to grab his other hand. He flinched and tried to pull back from you, but you didn't let him. Bringing his hand up to cup your cheek as you looked up at him longingly.

"So stay with me... Tell me that you do need me... and don't let anyone take me away from you..." All he did was stare at you, his hand remained relaxed against your cheek.

You were about to drop it in defeat and sulk your way back to the house, but his hand flexed, fingers threading into your hair and pulling you closer to him. You closed your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. His breath was ragged and you were afraid he was going to pull back and leave you all alone.

He nudged the tip of your nose with his before tilting your head back and finally slotting his lips against your own. Leading closer into him, your grip on his arm tightened and you tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt. His hand still in your hair, pulled you into his needy mouth as his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you firmly pressed up against him.

You put every last bit of your doubt into the kiss, hoping he'd take it all away from you. That he could somehow tell you that you were right without having to pull his lips away from yours.

His hands began to wander, gripping at you wherever he could. Brushing your hair over your shoulders, and pulling at the sleeves of your sweater to run his hands over the exposed skin of your back. Hooking your arm around his neck and kissing him fiercely as he leaned down into you.

You opened your mouth for him as his hands traveled down over your waist. He rocked you against him, pressing you into his hips causing you to gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his erection digging into your stomach.

His hands didn't stop, leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake as he continued to caress as much of your skin as he could. He took a step forward and you stumbled for only a moment before he lifted you off of your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips.

He led you both over to his camp, ripping open his partially zipped tent before ducking the both of you inside. You hadn't pulled your mouth from his neck, and when he finally set you on trembling legs you were able to see just how much damage you'd done to the heated skin.

He began stripping you of your sweater as you simultaneously worked on the buttons of his shirt, only you hesitated at the sight of the pronounced tainted skin on his chest. His shirt was pushed off his shoulders, hanging around his elbows allowing his arms minimal movement to clutch at your waist.

Your fingers traced over the scars causing him to flinch, reaching up to pull your hands from his body. He looked at your face, utterly surprised when it wasn't a look of disgust or pity gracing your soft features. Instead, a small smile and a look of admiration.

He let your hands slowly rest back against his heaving chest. Caressing your wrists as you went back to tracing the darkened skin. He closed his eyes when you'd touched a particularly deep one, shivering as fantom pain shot across his shoulder.

You froze and he opened his eyes to see you looking back up at him worriedly. He hummed and leaned closer, nudging his nose against the side of yours before kissing you softly. "S'okay... don't hurt."

You nodded, slowly pushing his shirt the rest of the way off his arms, letting it fall, discarded on the ground behind him. You toed off your boots as he led you back towards his cot. Placing kisses along each new area of your body he exposed to the chilled morning air, as he pulled off your sweater and slip.

It soon joined his shirt and his own boots on the floor as he laid you bare on his sleeping bag, which was accompanied by a few thick blankets and a single pillow.

He pulled back to look at you, kneeling between your parted legs. Your hair, fanned out around your head in a halo as your skin flushed pink. A few marks along your neck and chest, turning a dark purple, a harsh comparison to your delicate complexion. It caused his heart to beat furiously, as his chest filled with pride.

You whined and reached out for him hoping he fall back down against you. Only he took your hands in his and pinned them against the blankets. His fingers laced and gripped tightly onto yours as he dove back into your neck and chest to continue his assault on your sensitive skin.

Your back arched as he sucked and nipped at the tender skin of your throat and your hips rolled against his, chasing that feverish need for pleasure. He pulled away from you again and you almost cried, but at the rustling sound of fabric and the jingle of his belt you whimpered in anticipation.

He was back on you before you could even call out for him. Hands ripping your panties down your legs, caressing the soft skin of your ankle, and placing a kiss to the muscular physique of your calf. "Daryl..."

There it was, that oh so familiar plead of his name, laced with lust and desire.

"Again..." He demanded.

"Daryl?... please, Daryl..."

He crawled between your legs, resting against the pillow with his hands on either side of your head. His lips caught yours as you caressed his sides. Hands traveling over his back, only to find more scars etched into his hardened skin.

You moaned into his mouth, pulling him even tighter against you, grinding your hips into his erection, which strained against the fabric of his boxers.

He growled and kissed your lips deeper, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. Telling him that he wasn't worthy enough. That he didn't deserve the privilege of touching your flawless skin with his tainted hands, or pressing his roughened lips against your delicate ones.

However, as your hand caught him firmly around the neck, keeping him from pulling away from you, and your hips eagerly bucked against his once again, as a symphony of your pleasure flowed into his mouth, the voice fell silent. Drowned out and muffled by you, and you alone.

Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his underwear, teasing the trail of hair leading down from his navel, before slipping underneath the fabric. His breath hitched as your nimble fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, tugging at him skillfully.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against your temple, his lips parted as his breath quickened. You continued to attentively pump your hand up and down his hardened length. The fingers of your other hand tenderly running through his hair, showering him with affection as your lips brushed against his flushed cheek, leaving a trail of lingering kisses on his heated skin.

"f-fu... Fuck..." He stammered, his hands tightened around the quilts, his arms trembling as he struggled to maintain his advantage above you.

He suddenly pulled your hand off from around him, pinning it back onto the bed. "S'enough... won't last if ya' keep that up."

He groaned, trailing his free hand down between your bodies, as his fingers parted your lips, playing gently with your dripping folds. The sound of his voice in your ear sent shivers down your spine, causing you to gasp in pleasure. You instinctively clung onto him as you tugged lightly on his hair in an attempt to encourage him.

Daryl only hummed into your skin, nuzzling his face into your neck as he continued collecting your arousal on the tips of his callused fingers, spreading your wetness around your swollen, aching clit.

If it were anyone else, you might have felt self-conscious about how wet he'd made you from something as simple as his hands against your skin, or how perfectly his body fit against yours, but with Daryl, all your thoughts melted away. Everything just felt so comfortable, so right.

His fingers circled the rim of your entrance, slipping gently between your lips. You guided him back up to your awaiting mouth from his spot nuzzled in the valley of your breasts, where he'd taken his sweet time kissing and nipping at the swell of them.

His mouth latched onto yours, sucking at your lips and teasing you by grazing his teeth over them softly. You couldn't help but revel in the comfort and pleasure of his touch.

His finger eased smoothly into your slick entrance. Your walls drawing them in with an eager clench as a rush of pleasure washed over you, causing you to moan against him. His fingertip caressed against the certain spot deep inside of you.

You arched your back in ecstasy as he suddenly added another finger. He stretched you even further causing you to let out a pleasureful moan that made him pause and instantly detach from your lips.

Looking at you in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the sight before him, the way your hips began to hump against his hand, aiding to the pleasure coiling in the pit of your stomach.

You were absolutely breathtaking in your blissed-out state. His fingers stilled causing you to whine in frustration leaving you craving their pleasurable drag, in and out of your walls.

He sat up, pulling them from your weeping cunt to watch himself as he spread your arousal around your messy clit. You nodded your head profusely. "Don't stop..."

Your chest heaved, rising and falling in anticipation as he slipped his fingers back inside of you. His thighs were tensing beneath yours, trying his hardest not to grind against you, lost in his own pleasure.

That's when you felt him, your knees tightened around his hips as his cock started riding shamelessly against your inner thigh. You reached for his face, getting him to look back up at you as you caressed his jaw. "Please, Daryl... I need you-I need to feel you inside of me."

His fingers pulled back out from your entrance, popping them into his mouth, and licking them clean. Hoping to satisfy his craving of you with just a subtle taste of your sweet cunt.

He gripped at your waist, thumbs massaging circles against your hip-bones as he imagined tasting you straight from the source.

His lips were back on yours in seconds, hands pushing his boxers down franticly, and before you had the chance to catch your breath he'd already lined up at your entrance.

The head of his cock smeared in your slick as he teased you. He could feel your warmth soaking him as he let out a labored sigh, wishing he could just stuff you full.

He began slowly pushing into you and you clamp down on him. Your gasp turned more erratic and you fisted the sheets. Pulling them from your grasp, he reached out gripping your hand once you let out a soft hiss from the stretch of him.

"Relax sweetheart, we'll go slow."

He started carefully, squeezing your hand, he felt a subtle sting as your nails pierced through the skin on the back of his hand. A melody of whines slipped from between your lips, at the feeling of his cock, as it slid perfectly inside of your walls, as he entered himself inch by delicious inch.

He leaned forward, nose brushing against yours. As you both panted against each other, it kept you anchored to reality as he finally bottomed out inside of you with a deep groan.

Then he waited, for an agonizingly long time, before you gave him the go-ahead. Bucking your hips up, begging for more friction. He takes his time fucking into you, long and slow at first. Reaching so deeply with each thrust of his hips, causing you to gasp every time he bottomed out.

You withered and squirmed beneath him, moaning incoherent nonsense as he pinned you to the bed. Crying out as your orgasm built up at an aching speed.

His hips moved faster at the feeling of your walls relaxing around him, fitting his cock like a glove. You moaned and wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, he hooked the hinge of his arm under your knee. Lifting it up higher, so you could feel him reach deeper inside of you.

He let out a grunt against the crook of your neck. He couldn't see the way you took every inch of him, but he could hear it. The sticky squelching of your pliant little cunt being speared open for him, and fuck, he could feel it.

Hot, wet, and tight around him. Grinding your hips in rhythm with his, as noisy wet clicks filled the background noise. Embarrassingly loud, from how slick you'd become as he stuffed you full of him.

Hanging by a thread as you used your free hand to claw at his lower back, leaving angry red lines behind on his skin, as you held onto him desperately. He groaned at the pain and yet he enjoyed it. The feeling of being so close to you.

Your thighs opened wide for him, puffy lips spread and swollen, sensitive, aching clit peeking out from them, dragging against the hair at the base of him.

All of you, covered in a glossy sheen of your own juices, as a ring of arousal collected at the base of his cock, dripping onto his thighs. "Don't stop, m'gonna cum. Daryl, don't stop!"

You could feel the coil inside of you snap, a string of cries escaped your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The high-pitched whine of his name. His lips consumed yours as he thrusted into you riding out your orgasm.

The convulsing clench of your cunt was his downfall. His upper body collapsing on top of you as he moaned out your name, before painting your insides white, your womb becoming nice and full with the weight of his release.

Reaching back down, he cupped his balls, massaging them. Causing himself to cum even harder. He began whimpering against your ear, and his sloppy wet kisses left behind a trail of drool, as he kissed down the side of your neck.

The two of you remained connected for quite some time. Basking in the sex-filled atmosphere of his tent. Your labored breaths and the cooing of the mourning doves, was your lullaby.

The heat radiating from the man caging you on the cot was bliss. Even as your skin was covered in a sheer layer of moisture you didn't want him to move from his place on top of you.

Your breaths began to even out and the gentle kisses he was placing on your shoulders and neck became less frequent. He began to sit up, and you felt his softened member start to slip from inside you causing your hands to tighten on his body, stopping his retreat. He froze at the sudden movement, afraid he'd hurt you somehow.

"Not yet... just- just a few more minutes." You whispered, pulling him back down to lay on your chest. The full wait of him felt safe, comforting. It was like you'd finally found solace after months of living in fear.

His fingers played with your wild hair, lulling you to sleep. Your hands on his back, mindlessly began running over his jagged scars, causing him to shiver at your unfamiliar touch, but he didn't stop you.

As much as Daryl hated what his father had done to him as a child, and the disgust he felt when looking at the lifelong reminder, your gentle hands were a beautiful relief in comparison to his father’s cruel ones.

There were so many things about you that were beautiful, so many things he just wasn’t used to. He wondered if that’s why he must've turned you away so often.

How when you offered things to show your affection towards him; books, food, clothes, blankets, sometimes even just your thoughts and feelings, he'd turn you away.

It was weird for him to experience such kindness from people around him and when a beautiful girl, such as yourself, suddenly came along and did it all, without asking for anything in return, it scared him.

He expected that after a while you’d start asking things of him. Things he'd have a hard time being able to give you. Things like friendship and vulnerability, things that oftentimes led him to get taken advantage of.

And yet as you laid beneath him he found himself wanting to give you such things. Wanting to be the reason you smiled so brightly at him, or laughed so beautifully. He wanted to feel the caress of your hands anywhere and anytime he could have them.

He hadn’t realized what exactly made him so wary of you in the beginning, but he knew now. He knew that you brought to life a part of him that he thought had died, a long time ago, long before the world had even ended.

Long before his brother had convinced him they were weaknesses, and even longer before his father had tried to beat them out of him.

"Would ya' leave with me?" He asked unexpectedly.

"What?"

"If... When we 'ave ta leave. Would ya' come with me?"

His words took you by surprise. You hadn't really ever thought about leaving the farm. Not that there were many places to even run towards, but still, the thought of leaving behind everything you'd ever known scared you.

Yet, you also knew that the farm wouldn't be safe forever. You knew that one day you would have to leave, and whether it was now; with Daryl and his group, or later; with your father and sisters. That was the real question.

"I don't know. I think there's more to it." You said.

"Why's that?"

"I can't leave my family Daryl... but I also know that what we have here won't last forever, no matter how badly I wish it could." You could feel Daryl shift against you, leaning back to look up at you as you spoke.

"I'm worried that if we're out there on our own, my father won't be able to protect us all, no matter how badly he'd try." It hurt for you to admit it, but you weren't fool enough to not realize the truth.

"It would either make us learn how to protect each other or find others to protect us... and to tell you the truth, I don't know how many people are out there, that are worth protecting back..." You felt tears well up behind your eyes, as a hitch caught in your throat.

"Not like you... or Lori and Carl... or Glenn... Carol... I'm afraid that God might've dropped you all on our doorstep and my father is just too blind to see it."

Daryl wanted to laugh at the mention of God. "Ya' think God did all this?"

"I'd like to think he did something. Whether that be bring the dead back walking or sending you here. Either one puts a strain on my fathers pride." You teased.

Daryl sat up and this time you didn't stop him. You winced as you felt him disconnect from you and sighed as his hands ran softly over your hips. "'mazes me ya' still believe in God after everythin'"

"I've got to believe in something." You said smiling up at him. He laughed and shook his head.

As Daryl's eyes fixated on you, it was evident that his mind was lost in thought. He couldn't help but admire your unwavering faith in something as unreliable as God, even at a time like this.

In this apocalyptic world, it wasn't God who would shield you from the undead. It wouldn't be God who'd courageously plunge a knife into their skulls or valiantly fight to protect you from any danger, but rather Daryl.

He would willingly place himself between you and the snapping teeth of a walker or stand as a shield, to the menacing barrel of a gun, if it meant protecting your life.

Even in a world as cruel and tormenting as this one, he was determined to make sure you had a chance to experience just a little bit more time.

"Then believe in me..."

He looked at you, really looked at you this time.

"Don't waste y'er energy believin' in somethin' ya' don't even know will protect ya' or not... Not when m'here..."

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neteyamsoare · 6 months

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giving him a show / lo'ak sully is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: @tiredmamaissy. all smut bc…. 🧍🏻‍♀️#48 lo’ak #16 neteyam. ily!! congrats on 500. i feel like i’m really at a sleepover 🥹

ಇ current game. after ao’nung pisses lo’ak off, he takes it all out on you which ends with you getting caught.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! lo'ak, fem! metkayina! reader, dom! lo'ak, voyeurism, arranged marriage trope, caught, spanking, one-sided lust (on nung's side) + praise kink. words. 945.

ಇ things to note. this was actually one of the prompts from my 500 prompt sleepover and i didn't get to finish all the prompts because i got burnt out from it. so this event really helped me come up with something for this prompt. thank you so much bb for participating in that event, really appreciate you, and i have not forgotten the neteyam prompt you requested, going to try to finish that and put it out!! it's my first Lo'ak smut and it's not the last, more is on the way!! : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / part two / previous fic / taglist

To say Lo’ak was pissed was an understatement, you could tell someone pissed him off just by the way he pounds into you letting you feel every inch of him as he lands smacks to your cheeks one at a time.

What got him to be so angry was the remark Ao’nung said after one of his friends brought up him, how he and you always were spending time together.

Ao’nung told his friends that you would never go for a freak like him and that he couldn’t have you even if he tried.

What he doesn’t know is he has had you from the first day he got here.

His aggression was apparent and it had you lost for words as loud moans spilled out of your mouth that could be heard by anyone who managed to walk by the area the two of you were in.

“Fuck…” you mewled as you held onto the tree in front of you as Lo’ak grips on your hips tight as he ruts into you.

You loved it when he fucked you like this, it was something you never felt before he came to your home, you had never been handled like this and it made you grow wetter by the second earning a low chuckle from him.

“You love being treated like a slut, don’t you mamas?” He questioned, you nodded your head in response but immediately felt a smack to your ass. “Uh uh, you know better than that, use your words or m’stoppin’”

“Y…yes I love when you treat me like your dirty whore,” you cried out not wanting him to stop his torture, his dick buried deep inside you, feeling him everywhere, hitting all the right angles that had you gasping. He focused on the way his dick disappeared in your cunt, coming out wetter each time.

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” He queries as a smirk appears on his lips watching you try to form a sentence but all that comes out are curses and moans.

“What would he think, hm?” His smirk gets wider. Lo’ak knew you were to be mated with Ao’nung ever since he got to the Metkayina but it didn’t matter to him since you never showed actual interest in Ao’nung like you did whenever you were around him.

You and Lo’ak have been fooling around on the low for a while now not wanting people to find out yet till you figure out a way to get out of the arrangement.

“Does he know you love to be fucked in the open where anybody can see you?” he taunts as his ears pick up a distant sound in the forest, the biggest smirk on his face because he knows what who it was.

“Your perfect little pussy s’suckin’ me right in,” he raised his voice a bit as his hips don’t miss a beat as you feel his dick caressing your g spot repeatedly, throwing your head back as you feel your release build-up.

Lo’ak could tell you were about to cum just by the way your cunt was clenching around his cock. “Tell me who’s pussy this, ma,” he demanded.

“Then, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” he decreasing the speed a bit to wait for your answer. Your mind was clear, unable to put together words but you were so close to cumming.

“S’all yours, Lo’ak! Please make me cum… so close…” you cried out, stickin out your tongue a bit earning a low chuckle from him as he increased the speed.

“That’s my girl, say hello to our guest,” you were confused at what he was talking about. A guest? What did he mean by that?

Lo’ak gently grabs your chin to turn your head to the side and you blink a few times as you see Ao’nung standing there with a blank expression on his face, you can’t tell if he is angry or shocked or maybe both.

You tried to open your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan, you were feeling too good to even come up with some type of an explanation.

Ao’nung being there didn’t phase Lo’ak at all as he didn’t care if he caught them or not. He continued his torture on your sopping hole which he noticed got even wetter than before.

“You love being watched don’t you, my sweet girl,” he teases as you are about to nod your head but catch yourself. “Yes… m’going to cum!” you whine as your breath becomes uneven.

“Look at him while you cum on my cock, ma. Let him see just how good I’m making you feel.”

You obeyed his orders turning to face to look at Ao’nung who now had a clear angry expression on his face, sticking your tongue out your mouth as your legs start to tremble and you paint his cock with your release and as he felt your gummy walls flutter around him, he gives you one more stroke before cumming deep inside of you, letting out a groan as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck…” you whimpered out as your body goes slumped but he catches you, pulling you up against him, capturing your lips onto his.

When he pulls away, a smile appears on his face as he looks at your fucked out expression on your face.

“You did good f’me, my sweet girl.” He praised as he laid small kisses on your cheeks and a smirk appeared once again on his lips as he heard Ao’nung’s footsteps running far away from them. Mission accomplished!

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )

golden eyes

summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 2.8k contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic! notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!

paskalin : term of endearment oeyä tìyawn : my love tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles

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The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.

There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.

In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.

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It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.

His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.

The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.

Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.

Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.

Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.

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Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.

You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.

Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.

"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."

It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.

Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."

By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.

While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.

There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.

You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.

Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"

"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."

He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."

The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.

"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.

There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.

"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.

He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"

There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"

You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.

For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”

You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”

He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”

His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”

Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.

“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.

Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.

“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”

Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.

The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.

Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.

“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.

His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”

With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."

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The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."

It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.

Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.

But your peace was short-lived.

The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.

"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.

You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.

"Kiri!" You exclaimed.

She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."

Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.

Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.

The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.

Your heart stopped.

On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.

Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.

You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."

What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.

You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.

Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.

His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.

"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."

Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.

His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.

Your prince did not know who you were.

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flordeamatista · 10 months

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𝗕𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲

pairing: dilf!bucky barnes x reader

concept: I want your lips on mine, once, twice, then once again

word count: 1.4k

warnings: a european sunset with Bucky, one night stand and more,poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic love-making, dancing, p -in- v, floricica = flower in Romanian, nicknames: (Princess)

a/n: Taking on two writing challenges at once with this daydream. June Monthly Challenge @the-slumberparty: Prompts: Sun dress + European beach town setting.

lovely beta: @jobean12-blog line divider: @s-tarksintern

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There are whispers in the air, humming a desire tune and echoing your name

A mesmerizing atmosphere was created with shimmering lights and swaying music. There was an electric energy in the room as people danced and softly conversed. A rhythmic beat pulsed through your veins as you moved gracefully around the room, aligning your body perfectly with the music.

The sun's golden rays shine on you and your sundress. As you moved, the wind caressed your skin with its gentle breath. The ocean kissed the air, cooling it, and you are dancing in this beach bar.

A smile spread across your face as you closed your eyes and responded to the euphoric music surrounding you.

Passionate secrets you hold close to your heart.

Taking action against societal expectations and demands, you embarked on an adventure to discover the world to your hearts' content.

In this small beachtown in Europe, you decided to fulfill your wants and desires.

The sound of your own steps echoed in time with the rhythm as the captivating scene unfolded before him.

In its center he noticed his floricica calling out just for him.

This is a first for him.

Caressing and exploring under his white crewneck t-shirt with your fingers, you slowly ran them over his body. An intense burning sensation spread through his chest, as if the flame consumed him.

He felt intoxicated, but desired more.

A delicate hum escaped his lips as he remembered the moments you both shared -- how you kissed him slowly, gently, with a passion reserved for him; how your cries were like music, echoing through the room.

The moment he gazes into your eyes, he feels as though he's drowning in a pool of pure desire.

His fingers trace down your arms, to where they meet your hips, then back up to flirt with your breasts. His tongue dances along the outer edge of your ear. With his fingertips stroking your nipples with tender pressure, shivers run down your spine as his golden ring touches them.

You welcomed him back with hungry kisses.

A hand touched your waist and thighs as the other palm rested on the wall behind. His fingertips touched the most sensitive part of your body and you felt lust. When he tightened his embrace around you, his kiss deepened into something more passionate.

Then he firmly embraces you and presses his forehead against yours.

Every kiss from his tongue sent pleasure rippling through your body.

His tongue explores the depths of your soul, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

As time passes, your tongue touches him as you dance erotically.

He could not resist touching you again. He yearned for more of your graceful, yet playful soul.

It was as if you were a delicate rose in his hand - yielding to every move he made, but growing stronger with each touch.

The touch of your fingertips on his chest and lips made him feel luxurious.

You danced through the day as the sunset kissed your curves, revealing something new about you every time you changed positions.

The more Bucky walked, the more alive he felt.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you close to him and swayed along with your feet while a classical piece played accompanying your movements.

Love welcomes your hands.

He wanted more of what you gave him last night; he wanted it every night.

His words close the distance between you so much that you can feel his breath leave his lips.

You took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

He lowered his head, and rested it on top of yours, closing his eyes. "Princess," he whispered into your ear while caressing it with his lips, "give me this night to show you what every night with me will be like." Your body ached for more of him that first time together.

It almost felt like an obsession or addiction For all you knew, it might have been love at first sight because of the strong desire.

His words close the distance between you so much that you can feel his breath leave his lips. With his words, you can feel his breath leave his lips as it closes the distance between you.

His thumb lightly traces over your lower lip "One night."

Every promise, every desire, and every touch were felt by your body.

The heat of his hands burned through your skin as he gripped you tightly against the wall.

In a rush of heavy breaths against your ear, he pushed himself harder against you.

You let out a low growl of pleasure at his neck and he grabbed your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Look at me" With each stroke, his voice grew deeper with desire.

Every breath rubbed across your skin, leaving a trail of sweat running down your forehead.

“Do you feel me?” You growled of pleasure into his mouth as his lips captured yours.

By not breaking the kiss, he can push you further into the wall. With one hand, you pull his hair rough, causing him to moan into your mouth, and you grab at the back of his neck to keep yourself upright.

You feel every lust and caress on your body.

I want your lips on mine, once, twice, then once again

Feeling his touch against you, he traced a line across your lower lip with his thumb.

While your mouth was partially parted, you kissed the tip of his thumb, but at the same time your eyes were fluttering close as his blue eyes darkened.

Your hands gently held his wrist as you pulled him away from your face, kissing each fingertip of his finger tenderly, lovingly. In awe of your deliberate intent to kiss him, Bucky's breath caught as his gaze never left yours. Your actions felt like a promise between you two, a promise to devote your heart to him alone.

When his breathing became slow, he leaned forward so that his forehead touched yours, allowing small exhalations to touch your skin. "Princess, what are you doing to me?"

A wry smile tugged at your lips as you replied, "Bucky, I'm yours," before crashing into a passionate kiss. Your tongues entwined in an intimate tango as every movement felt like a promise - yours for him and his for you.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you deepened the kiss.

Every movement felt like a promise - yours for him and his for you - as your tongues entwined in an intimate dance.

While you deepened the kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair, as if the two of you were suspended in time.

This took away any chance of resistance as if the two of you were suddenly suspended in time. Coming up for air, there was no doubt in either of your minds that this night was yours and all the nights to follow.

When you stepped forward abruptly, you pushed Bucky back into a dark corner behind an elegantly carved column next to the dance floor where people were dancing with sparklers.

In the fading light of the darkened night, as the sky shone brightly, you and Bucky made stars to tell each other your love's secret.

I am intoxicated by a sweet taste of yours, and your touch leaves a lasting impression.

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shadowfoxx17 · 3 months

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“C’monn baby,” Jake chuckles as he tugs you, dragging you away from the hunt festival. You’re both drunk off your asses. This being Jake’s first-ever hunt festival, which was one of the biggest festivals, everyone went crazy with introducing him to some of the strong liquids on Pandora. Everyone cheered him on and took shots with him.

You and your friends were absolutely amused by this, joining in on the fun as well. Jake quickly realized that Grace was not lying, this stuff was no joke. After a while, everyone was too drunk to even notice how touchy you and Jake were to each other. How Jake put his hand on your upper thigh and kept whispering in your ear. How you leaned closer to his body and held onto his bicep.

“Jakeee,” you giggle as you both almost tripped. Your grip on his hand tightens. “Where are we even going?” Jake drags you deeper into the forest, and the music from the festival slowly fades away. It is much quieter now and significantly cooler since you aren’t surrounded by a huge pit of fire anymore.

“I dunno,” Jake smiles as he shrugs his shoulders. He tugs on your arm once more. “Gotta walk faster!” He says while laughing, looking back to see you struggling to keep up with him.

You gasp jokingly. “Heyy don’t laugh! Y’gotta walk s-slower!!” Jake stops walking so that you can walk in front of him. You giggle as you throw your head back. Both of you finding anything and everything funny at this point.

As you throw your head back, you close your eyes, appreciating the beautiful sounds of the forest as you continue to giggle. However, not looking at where you were stepping caused you to trip. Luckily before anything bad happened Jake was quick to catch you by your hips.

He laughs at your clumsiness. “Baby y’gotta look where you’re goin’.” He wraps his arm around your waist. The pet name sent warmth throughout your body.

“I was!” you lied. “and you still haven’t told me where we are going.”

Jake moves your body in front of him, your back flush against his warm chest. He wraps one of his arms around your stomach and the other around your chest. “I just wanted to get ya alone,” He whispered in your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying not to smile.

“oh yeah?” You tease.

“Ohh yeah,” Jake smirks before he starts to kiss your neck. You lean your head against his, moaning softly at his contact. He then starts sucking on your neck, wanting to leave a mark. You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face his. You both look at each other with wide grins, swaying slightly from side to side.

“You look so beautiful right now,” Jake says. You giggle again looking down at the floor feeling a bit more shy now that you guys are alone. Jake turns your head back to face him before smashing his lips to yours. Your lips are soft against his as you both move in sync.

Jake moves your body to face him before breaking the kiss to kiss your neck again. You moan and throw your head back as you bring your hands into his hair. Jake then guides you backward up against a tree before quickly going back to kissing your lips.

It’s a bit sloppy considering you’re both drunk but it all felt so hot. Jake’s hands roam your body before he makes his way down to your ass, squeezing it. You smile into the kiss. He feels your smile before smiling himself. He continues to squeeze your ass before using it to push you against his hardened cock.

Your smile quickly turns into a soft gasp. Jake finds your reaction funny as he smiles into the kiss again. Jake breaks the kiss causing you to whine.

“I wan- *kiss* try *kiss* somethin’ *kiss* “ Jake chuckles as you try and continue to kiss him. He guides you by your lower back to a flat rock for you to sit on. The cold surface of the rock helps to cool down your hot skin.

Jake softly nudges your shoulders. “Lay back baby.” As you lay back, Jake picks up both of your legs by the back of your knee and makes it so that your legs are bent and your feet are resting at the edge of the rock. Jake comes in between your legs and slowly starts to kiss up your body. You close your eyes and giggle.

“It tickles.” You say smiling. He continues to kiss up your body until he reaches your tits, which were covered by your very skimpy top (which you wore specifically for Jake).

“Mmm, I like this,” Jake says smirking. He plays with the beads from your top, admiring the way it fits your chest. You blush, eyes still on Jake, completely distracted by how hot he looks right now. You so badly want him to take care of the ache that’s starting to grow between your legs.

“Can I take it off?” Jake asks now staring into your eyes. You had a needy pout on your face that Jake was fucking obsessed with. You nod your head almost immediately. “Need your words, baby.”

“Y-yes please.” Jake starts to take off your top, making sure he’s being as gentle as possible. His soft touches burn your skin. Once your top is off, Jake goes back to kissing your body. He makes his way around your chest area. You look at him, doe-eyed and lips parted.

Your eyes don’t leave his figure, absolutely mesmerized by his actions. He looks up at you as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. You throw your head back, moaning. If you weren’t wet before, you’re definitely soaking now. Jake makes sure to show your other tit some love by groping it with his big hands, occasionally pinching lightly at your nipple. It was all starting to feel even more intense because Jake never took his eyes off you. Scanning your face. Reading your reactions.

“J-Jake. S’good.” You whine while closing your eyes. He hums around your tit before lightly biting your peaked nipple. You let out an airy gasp. Your eyes shoot open to be met with Jake’s hungry eyes.

“Eye’s on me, baby girl”. Jake releases his mouth from your tit, which is now glistening with his spit. He moves to your other tit, showing it the same love. The ache between your legs is starting to grow unbearable. You begin to rut your hips into his body, desperately looking for some relief. Jake releases your tit from his mouth before going back up to kiss your lips.

You continue to grind your hips into his. Your hands gripping his hair as you both make out heavily. Jake breaks the kiss to kiss down your body again. He makes his way down to your loincloth, leaving wet kisses around it. He looks up at you, asking with his eyes.

“Please, take it off.” You beg. Jake smirks as he unties it and reveals your wet cunt.

“Damn baby you’re soaking.” A string of slick appears as he separates your loincloth from your body.

“Holy shit,” Jake groans at the sight. He’s never seen someone as perfect as you. He grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them back to where your legs are almost against your chest so that you are now on full display for him. You hiss as cool air hits your sensitive cunt, processing how exposed you are to him. Jake begins to kiss the back of your thighs occasionally biting your skin to tease. You whine. He’s so close to where you need him yet so far.

“Jake p-please,” you say out of breath.

“Please what?” Jake says as he goes back to leaving wet kisses closer to your dripping core, now staring into your eyes. He’s got that stupid smirk on his face again.

“I need you s’bad.” You beg.

“Y’have me,” Jake says as he starts to kiss away from your pussy. You whine again, throwing your head back in frustration.

“Use your words and I’ll do whatever ya want.” Oh, he was enjoying every minute of this, watching you fall apart under his touch. He pinches the sensitive skin on your thigh. You squirm and huff out in frustration.

“Please…need your mouth on my pussy,” you say, the alcohol giving you all of the courage you needed to say that.

Jake smiles. “Atta girl,”. He quickly moved his arms so that they were hooked over your hips to lock your legs in place. Jake didn’t waste any more time after that and dove in licking from your sopping hole and up to your clit. He wrapped his mouth around it. You let out the most pornographic moan as he started sucking on it. Your hands go straight to his hair, gripping to steady yourself for what’s about to come.

You arch your back at the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Jake groans against your pussy sending vibrations up your spine. Jake looks up at you, taking in the sight before him. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re biting your lip. He separates from your cunt, causing you to whine and open your eyes.

Jake spreads your thighs wider before pausing to look you in the eyes. He brings his fingers to your slippery cunt, using them to separate your folds. He then spits right on your clit. You let out a broken moan, dropping your head back down on the rock. Jake goes back to work on your throbbing clit as he starts to nod his head from side to side.

“O-oh Jake,” you cry out. Your hand goes to grip on his arm that’s holding your legs down.

“Yeah, baby? Y’like that?” Jake asks. His voice was low and hoarse. You pick your head up to look at him. His mouth shining with your slick. The sight of him makes you even more wet.

“Mhm..love it s’much.” You babble. You both keep eye contact as he goes down on you once again before thrusting his tongue inside your pussy. His mouth goes back up to your clit. He starts to give your clit sloppy kisses. Your cunt tightens around nothing as he continues to make out with your cunt.

You are a mess under him. Your legs trembling, your hands gripping onto anything around you, your breathing uneven.

“Mmm, you taste so good, baby.” Jake releases the hold of one of your legs before plunging two thick fingers into your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal, eyes rolling back. Jake groans as you immediately tighten around him. The squelching noise coming from the contact was so hot. Jake could not get over how wet and warm you felt.

Jake thrusts his fingers in and out of your hole. His tongue flicked quickly over your clit. Everything was so messy now. Your juices and Jake’s spit mixed and trickled down to the rock underneath you. Your legs threaten to close around his head as he continues to assault your creamy pussy. You quickly start to feel the warmth bubbling in your stomach as your orgasm approaches. You tighten around Jake’s fingers signaling to him your close.

“You close baby?” Jake asks, already knowing the answer. Jake looks up at you. Your head nodding fast, eyes tightly closed, and mouth open breathing heavily.

“Yes yes so close Jake please.” You whine. Everything feels so hot and intense. His fingers curl, hitting that sweet spot.

“Y-yes, right there!”

“Yeah? That the spot?.” Jake teases.

“Uh huh-fuck I’m g’na cum!” You pant. Your hips raise off of the rock.

“Look at me, look at me when you cum. C’mon, baby.” You use all of the strength you have to open your eyes and meet Jake’s eyes. “That’s it, good girl.”

You moan as Jake flicks his tongue over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, his fingers continue to thrust at a fast pace, hitting that spot. All of this while he’s keeping that intense eye contact brings you over the edge and hard.

“Sh-shit!” You moan loudly. Your hips rise higher off of the rock, legs shaking around Jake’s head. Your body jerks as your cunt pulses around Jake’s fingers as he helps you ride out your high.

You had shut your eyes now as the pleasure became too intense and caused them to water. You arch your back as Jake continues to finger you.

As you come down from your high you start to feel the overstimulation. Jake removes his fingers but continues to give sloppy kisses to your cunt. He growls against you. He was addicted to your taste, never wanting to stop.

“Jakee!” You squeal as he laps your dripping pussy. You throw your head back again before attempting to sit up to lightly push him away. Jake gives one final kiss on your clit before he starts kissing up your body. He reaches your lips, kissing eagerly. You whimper as you taste yourself on his lips. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths before Jake broke the kiss.

“Fuck baby,” he laughs “that was so hot.” You huff out a laugh before looking down at Jake’s prominent bulge. You look back at him before leaning in to kiss him again. As you kiss him you reach down, cupping his bulge. Jake groans into your mouth. You smile against his lips.

“Your turn.”

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As Brittany Broski once said,

“I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism”

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marymary-diva17 · 30 days

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The matchmakers for love

tsu'tey x reader

Being the second scientist and baby sister of the sully twins, was not an easy job. Yes it was easy at times but your brother could be overprotective and that mostly came in, when it was related to your love life. After one of your brother death it had become hard to live on earth, and when the chance came to head to pandora you and Jake left earth for a better chance out there. Life had did become better for you and Jake, he had found a new meaning in life along with love. You had need have a new meaning for life but you had yet to find any love, well your life of single hood was not meant to last forever.

Y/n " ......" Today you are outside in your avatar body collect some fruit near the human/avatar living area. There had been a feeling today was going to be quite day, but that all changed when you heard ikran calls.

y/n " oh it looks like my day will be changing" You soon saw Jake and tsu'tey getting off their ikrans, after they had landed. You had smiled as you ran towards them.

y/n " it good to see you both are here"

tsu'tey " y/n hello"

y/n " hello tsu'tey it good to see you again how have you been doing since the battle"

tsu'tey " oh I have been good it was thanks to your care and skills< I'm still alive here today"

y/n " it was nothing when neytiri and my brother brought all the injured back I went to help"

tsu'tey " well you had been a great help"

Jake " well I'm here to but no you two can keep talking"

y/n " there no way I can forget you big brother"

Jake " we came to see you and how everyone else has been doing"

y/n " well we are doing well Jake"

tsu'tey " it seems like your humans have been able to use the materials near you all to help"

y/n " yes we are going to need them for the long stay here, as going back to earth or elsewhere is no go right now"

Jake " well I'm happy you stayed baby sis I will hate it if you left"

y/n " we are staying together no matter what happens brother we made a promise"

tsu'tey " you two remind me of the relationship I started having with my brother ... thanks to your help y/n it seems like you are always helping the clan no matter what"

y/n " avorke is a good boy he just came around and wanted to talk, and we talked it seems like he having a good time with his life right now"

tsu'tey " oh yes he is the two of us have forge our now paths in life"

y/n " that good"

Jake " oh I have forgotten neytiri had wanted to give me some weaving lesson, as I haven't gotten better even some riding on dire horse"

tsu'tey " did she"

Jake " yes well you can stay here and talk I need to get going, before I'm to late and she mad at me"

y/n " okay see you later" Jake soon got on his ikran and took off leaving the pair together.

tsu'tey " so mind showing me around there is some new changes here"

y/n " sure comes along and please be careful where you step and touch, for your safety and others"

tsu'tey " sure" the pair soon started walking off together you had been sure to explain everything to , tsutey when he asked some questions or pointed out something.

tsu'tey " it seems like everyone had began to start rebuilding their lives after the battle that happened"

y/n " yes it will take time before anything can be normal again"

tsutey " well I hope one day everything will be good for both sides"

y/n " yes I hope so as well I came here seeking change after the death of my brother, and it did have that change"

????? " y/n y/n" the pair had heard your name getting called a small human child made it way towards you, tsu'tey saw you smile as you kneeled down and open your arms as the small human ran into your arms.

y/n " hey little dude it seems like you got out"

norm " spider get back here you need an adult with you"

y/n " I got him norm"

norm " okay het tsutey"

norm " hello" norm had soon left after knowing spider was in good care.

tsu'tey " who this little sky person"

y/n " this is spider and he what we human call a child"

spider " hello I'm spider"

tsu'tey " hello spider I'm tsu'tey" tsu'tey had kneeled down as well and looked at spider.

spider " I saw you outside and came outside as well, it fun to be outside"

y/n " yes it"

spider " I love climbing and running round and I can do it out here"

y/n " well go have some fun but stay at a good level and in view"

spider " okay dokie"

tsu'tey " are you sure this boy is not navi he could be one, the clan kids act like him"

y/n " that has been the topic of conversation with everyone"

tsu'tey " has neytiri and mo'at meet him"

y/n " yes and they acted like you it seems like they like the title guy"

tsu'tey " so im guessing her in your care"

y/n "well yes and no he raised by everyone here but mostly spends his time with me"

tsu'tey " you are doing a good job"

y/n " thank you"

tsu'tey " hey maybe you should bring him to home tree and we can show him around, and I can also help you with him when you did it"

y/n " I will love that and I think spider will as well"

tsu'tey " thank you" unknown to you and tsu'tey spider had looked back at the base giving a thumbs up to the adults watching, there see to a secret plan going unknown to you and tsu'tey.

many years later

spider " that how I got my mom and dad together"

tuk " that amazing story spider"

kiri " yes it was good"

lo'ak " you still using the match maker skills bro I will love your help"

kiri "spider will need a miracle to help you find love"

lo'ak " rude"

neteyam " that was nice of your spider"

y/n " yes he is our match maker"

tsu'tey" he makes us proud"

Jake " wait hold up it was not all because of spider I help as well leaving you two alone"

norm " yes we sent him out to help we help more the Jake" everyone was looking at Jake and the others as they were explaining, on how they helped the couple get together.

the kids " it was all because of spide"

tuk " yeah daddy it mean to steal other work"

Jake " tuk wait .."

y/n " yep it was all because of spider we got time to spend together"

tsu'tey " yes all because of him don't be rude sully"

Jake " I like my story better"

neytiri " stop acting like a child ma Jake I have sene spider was more the help of them being together" Jake and the others soon gave up feeling but hurt about, not being seen as the match markers for the couple. That the end of the day it didn't matter as you and tsu'tey had found love with each other.

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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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i’ve never requested anything before so idk how this works but, if you’re still taking request for avatar characters, i’m thinking of a neteyam x reader, like the reader is a really talented warrior and they’re the apprentice of Jake and Both the Reader and Neteyam are constantly in competition to see who’s the strongest and at some point one of them just has an outburst due to all the pressure they have on them. (btw i literally found your account today and i just have to say i love your writing) :))

NETEYAM X READER

Golden child

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Growing up in the omaticaya clan, the people recognized the spark you had, a passionate flame that burned in your heart. Strong, leading. Everybody knew that you would be someone great, and that’s exactly what you were. You always aimed for the top, always made 1st place, always tried your hardest at everything you did.

And alongside you, the oldest son of Jake sully, neteyam.

The two of you were fairly close in age, you being only a few months younger, and when your parents died, and were given back to eywa, jake felt the responsibility of taking you in, they were in his war party, and you reminded him so much of himself. And Neytiri always wanted a daughter, so you became a sully.

And so it begun. With the two of you, everything had to be a competition. You got your ikran? Neteyam gets his a day later. You catch a fish while hunting? Neteyam catches 7. You can eat 2 fish? Neteyam can at 3. Every waking hour the two of you lived was spent staring at eachother, waiting to beat the other. THe only thing you had above him, was that you were in the war party, and he always on lookout.

“Did you get hurt while on your mission? I guess the sky people are getting too strong for you.” he spoke, noticing the cut on your cheek, the both of you knew he was joking. He pressed a piece of cloth against your cheek, sending a smirk. You just narrowed your eyes, chuckling.

“Being that i was able to come within 10 feet of one, im not worried. How was your little tree a mile away from our spot? Was it nice and warm?” you taunted right back at him, laughing at how his smirk fell. This was such a common interactionbetween the two of you, in which neither of you took it seriously.

Even so, you and neteyam were kind of forced to grow a bond, being that 90% of your time was spent trying to outdo the other. The two of you didnt really know why it was the way it was between you two, maybe the validation you got from jake in being the oldest sibling, or the golden child, who could protect the family. Both of you kindled the same flame, and it made both of you stronger.

So naturally, when the two of you both moved to the metkayina tribes together, along with the rest o the sully family, and learned that you would have to learn the ways of water… It became a rivalry. Who could pick it up faster. Who’s ilu was bigger, who could stay underwater for longer, who could stay out of trouble longer.

ANd to your great surprise, neteyam found himself winning at everything. He was just so fast in adjusting to the world around, he could ride on an ilu within the first days of trying, automatically he was able to understand the breathing techniques of the metkayina clan, he made it look. So . easy.

But you? You couldnt, you didnt even know why it was so hard, tuk even got it within a month. You could barely swim, holding your breath was harder than fighting a sky person in one of those suits, and you just couldnt bond with the nature around, even if it was beautiful. You tried your hardest, practicing for hours longer than you had to, almost feinting from exhaustion every night. But still, things didnt get better like they usually did.

And it tore you apart, youd never not been good at something, even if it was hard at first, you ALWAYS got better at it. That was why this was just so strange for you, so overwhelming to the point that it made you want to rip your hair out. You just couldnt comprehend how he was just so good at everything, that was your job, it's not fun to compete when you arent good at it.

So as a few months past, your agitation grew, and your patience shrunk. Things werent getting better, even Lo-ak was picking things up faster than you, and he never did that. And trust me, everybody noticed, you became snappy, talking back to your dad, refusing to hang out with tuk most of the time, and you even yelled at anuong twice for teasing you. Eventually, jake stopped complimenting you like he did in the forests, and that hurt more than anything else could. Even if it was unintentional.

Eventually, when it all became too much for you to handle anymore, you asked for help. And who else to ask but the one guy you knew had to help you. Neteyam, he had to miss your daily little competitions, so he needed you to get better at… everything.

“Neteyam?” you approached him when the two of you were alone, he was cleaning the saddles of his ilu, which generally was an easy task, actually it was quite calming, so you assumed he would be easier to talk to now.

“Yeah?”

“I- im having trouble-i need you to- could you- um-” you spluttered, you were not known to be shy. Ever. This place is changing too much about you, and you hate it. The only person youd ever really felt comfortable asking for help from was jake, and even then that was only in dire situations. You just didnt know how to do it without feeling weak, feeling inferior.

“Oh? Is somebody trying to ask me for help?” A smirk splayed on his face as he side eyed you, placing the ilu saddle down, he crossed his arms, and stared at you in the same way neytiri would when she would watch you do something stupid. It was condescending. You wanted to punch him in the face.

“Y-yes, I am” his stare sent you into an internal rabbit hole, it was unrelenting, and you could tell exactly what he was thinking. That you were becoming weak. That he finally beat you at something.

“Say it.”

“Really?” You crossed your arms and stared at the boy. He had to be out of his mind to think you would go that low for him to- oh. You were going that low.

“Say. It.”

“Neteyam, please help me”

“Oh wow. What happened to the girl who restled a thanator? Is everybodys favorite Sully losing her spark?” he joked, setting a hand on your shoulder and tilting his head with a smirk. He wasnt serious, the two of you always teased eachother, which was most of the time mean comments, but it never was serious. But at this point, the nights you spent trying to swim instead of sleeping caught up, and your comprehension had ceased to work. Imagine neteyams surprise when his lighthearted joke made your lip start to wobble, and your eyes start to gloss over.

“Yeah- i think i am.” and with those words, your shoulders started shaking, and in a few seconds you dropped to your knees, and were crying like tuk does when she gets hurt. Large sobs racked your chest, and you brought your hands up to your eyes, shielding yourself from the embarrassment that you knew would come with crying in front of the boy that you constantly competed against.

You’d never felt so fucking incompetent before, like you couldn’t contribute anything to the table anymore. It made you want to kill everybody within a ten mile radius.

Immediately when neteyam realized that you were serious, and that this wasnt something you and loak were pranking him with, he also fell onto his knees, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. His hand found it's way to your face, and he pushed the curtain of hair away from your eyes, pulling your hands away your hands.

“No- no don't cry y/n. I Didnt mean it, youre perfect- It was a joke i promise” He spluttered out in any attempts to console you, his eyes met your own, and he just stared. The both of you had experience in consoling younger crying siblings, but it never was you. He didnt think hed ever seen you cry before. It’s like all of his instincts froze up, and he had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Thats the thing Nete. I think youre right- I cant do anything anymore- breathing is hard for me- And dad doesnt look at me like he used to anymore- I just- i don't know what im doing wrong” you squinted your eyes and sniffled, you were just so tired, and overwhelmed. And so fucking done. You wanted to go home, back to what was normal, back where you could function like a person.

“Ma we y/n. Ma we. Y/n, you are the youngest to ever be in the omaticaya war party. Your name is known across pandora, you’ve surpassed the limits of eywa. You are nothing but elite-” he shifted in front of you and placed of his hands on the sides of your face. It forced you to look him in the eyes, and listen to what he was saying.

“Shes gone though- I cant hunt like they do. I am not a warrior of the sea. I can do nothing now. And youre just- you can do everything I can’t” the more you talked, the harder you made it for yourself to stop crying. All of the emotion, all of the anger, the grief, the aggravation, just crumbled. Along with that stupid golden child complex of yours.

“Y/n. Shut up. You are so amazing to me it hurts. The only reason you feel like this is because for the first time, you can’t do something. But that’s okay. I’m here. I see you.” He pressed his forehead to your own, wiping the tears that left your eyes with his thumb. You closed your eyes, and let him embrace you. This was strange, weakened wasn’t something either of you were very keen on showing, especially with him, especially not when it made you feel like this. Like neteyam was more than a rival.

“You promise?”

“Of course. ”

The two of you sat there for a moment, foreheads pressed closely, his hand on your shoulder and your face, comforting you with touch, rubbing circles into your back and wiping tears away. You could feel his breath, his heartbeat. And that alone was able to calm you down. Just him.

Just neteyam.

“I’m sorry- I know this is stupid I just didn’t know who else to ask and I thought you-“ it only took you a few seconds to realize the intimacy of the situation, him holding you, pressed up against your face, if anybody were to see you your parents would throw a fit. Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of purple-y blue, and you stood up, breaking the locked eyes you had with the boy. He just chuckled.

“Does this mean I win?“ he let out the same giggle tuk might have when you went to throw the ilu saddle at him. Which eventually turned into him tackling you into the water. The two of you laughed, pretending to forget whatever just happened, whatever step the two of you just took in your relationship, trying to avoid whatever feelings both of you were most certainly having all of a sudden.

“Oh shut up”

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*Bonus*

Anuong And loak watch your two figures from a farther away peer, they had been training when they caught eyes of the two golden silly’s getting a little too close for comfort. Immediately lo-ak was cackling at how stressed neteyam looked being so close to you.

“Let’s make a bet, loser has to do the others chores for a month” anuong spoke, staring at the two of you with intent. Lo-ak raised an eyebrow and smiled, it was so funny, he’d always been able to see it. The two of you were head over heels, you just couldn’t see it.

“I’d give it a week before they’re on top of eachother like mates” he answered, leaning over the edge of the peer and watching the two of press together. He couldn’t blame his brother for being so in love with you , you were amazing. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use your relationship to his advantage.

“You’re on, fish lips.”

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Lol I had fun writing this; not really angst but a lil bit sad here and there

Anyway, thanks for requesting, and thanks for reading, I lived writing this even though I’m pretty sure it’s not very good. Bye! Have a great day!

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randxmthxughts · 11 months

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Just Married - Tsu'tey x Female!Mate

summary: when you stepped into the public eye for the first time after your mating, tsu'tey couldn't contain the overflowing affection he held for you. but because you felt insecure about the way you were being perceived by the clan, tsu'tey decided to prove you otherwise

contains: insecure!reader, fluff, tsu'tey being very sweet and pda-prone

wc: 1.2k

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Tsu’tey was always a reserved man, never someone who openly displayed affection, at least, not for others to see. Known for his cold demeanor in the clan and never really minding that, Tsu’tey kept mostly to himself. That was until he fell for you.

The union between you two came gradually but swiftly, hidden in the unspoken words and lingering touches, like a precious gem that needed to be protected from the prying eyes. And Tsu’tey struggled deeply, because all throughout him courting you, all he wanted was to be consumed by you - to touch you as much as he could, to be immersed in your scent, to hear your voice and make you smile. But there was always the fear of scaring you away, so he contained it and locked it away, waiting patiently until the day you would be officially his - when you would truly choose him, the way that he had chosen you.

And when you did eventually mate, and the realization dawned that he no longer had to keep his heart caged, the love for you spilled out of him uncontrollably. His hands were eager to explore every inch of your being, lips trailing soft kisses all over your skin, as if etching the memory into his mind. So within the initial days after the blissful mating, both of you preferred to seek privacy, never leaving your home to enjoy the newfound connection. During these days, Tsu'tey became inseparable from you, clung to you like a second skin, obsessed with the way you were consuming all of his thoughts.

But as the day of reemerging into the public eye arrived, you suddenly felt intimidated by the idea of getting attention from the clan. Having already inherent innate insecurity, being openly with the chief added a new layer of complexity. After all, he was highly respected within the clan, and the standards for his chosen mate were high, casting a shadow of heavy expectation upon you. And as you returned to your communal duties now together, you attempted to make yourself small next to him, hoping that shrinking in his presence will keep you hidden from the eyes of the others. But his scent lingering on your skin announced the news of your mating loudly. You were naive to think that keeping a distance with Tsu’tey in public and minimizing the touches could be enough.

And while it was unfortunate that it didn’t work, what was worse was that it breathed a wave of insecurity into Tsu’tey. That perhaps, you didn't feel about him as strongly as he felt about you. At first, he tried to write it off to your reserved nature, thinking that you were probably just getting used to his affections, but the more you flinched whenever he tried to reach you, the more worrisome he grew.

As you sat together during the communal dinner, you were anxious, feeling as if you were being watched at all times.

“Yawne, you look… stressed,” Tsu’tey made an observation, reaching for your hand, which you instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

The surge of overwhelming emotions within Tsu'tey turned from pure desire and love to a perplexing mixture of confusion and pain. Even this slightest withdrawal in your response caused his heart to clench, piercing amber eyes searched for the reason behind your hesitance.

“Yawne?” he glared down at your hand now tucked between your thighs, as if trying to shield it from his own hand finding yours, “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No, of course I am not ashamed,” you shook your head firmly, surprise flickering in your eyes, “Why would I ever be ashamed of being with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Tsu’tey’s frown mirrored your own, as if it was a puzzle both of you desperately needed to solve, “Why do you pull away when I try to touch you?”

You shrank under his gaze, ears lowering in defeat or perhaps embarrassment, preparing for a vulnerable confession. Cautiously, you scanned the surrounding crowd to ensure no one was listening in. Tsu’tey reached for you once more, resting his hands over your shoulders, as if trying to snap you back into the conversation.

“It’s just… I don’t want to draw attention to us,” you bit your lip, wishing that you could take words back, “I know that everyone already thinks you are too good for me, so I don’t want to remind them of that.”

His expression softened, hands moving from your shoulders to gently cup your face.

“That is not true, no one thinks that,” his tone was serious, trying to convince you that he meant every single word he uttered, “And it shouldn’t matter, yawne. When it comes to you, I cannot hide my feelings. I have yearned for the moment to hold you and touch you ever since my eyes first laid on you. Please do not deny me that, yes?”

You nodded weakly, ears flattening against your skull in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Tsu’tey barely spoke more than a few words, especially when it came to his feelings. But he just wasn’t used to it, if he could, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs about how much he loved you. A mischievous smile then curved upon his lips as his mind raced with an idea to convey his affection to you openly, even without the need for spoken words.

A loud yelp escaped your lips, slicing through the air, as Tsu'tey unexpectedly scooped you up the ground and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. It was so sudden, that your face almost collided with his back, and you had to frantically cling to his body to grip onto him. Your legs dangled helplessly in the air, desperately searching for the solid ground that had become too far away.

“Tsu’tey! Put me down!” you hissed angrily, swatting at his back, but he only chuckled.

The gesture, of course, drew the attention of the whole clan, and curious gazes fixated upon the scene unfolding before them. Annoyed by the unexpected display, you swatted at Tsu'tey again in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp. But instead of releasing you, he turned around dramatically and spoke loudly.

“Everyone, my beautiful mate and I will leave the dinner earlier tonight,” he announced, still holding you tightly, his hands gripping onto your thighs, “Please enjoy the rest of the evening without our presence.”

You could have sworn in that moment that you were probably turning purple from all of the embarrassment. Your heart raced, adrenaline rushing through your body, as Tsu’tey began to walk through the crowd with a snicker. Yet despite your expectations, there was no judgment in the looks you were receiving from the clan members. Still hanging upside down over his shoulder, you could see them only chuckling and nodding with smiles at the sight of Tsu’tey, always cold and unemotional, finally letting himself relax with his mate.

“Tsu’tey! Everyone’s staring,” you whispered shyly, as he continued to walk, carrying you effortlessly.

“Let them stare,” he chuckled weakly, delivering a soft smack to your bottom, making you gasp in shock, “They need to see the pure joy you bring into my life.” You bit your lip in amusement, his words were clearly aligning with the reactions you were getting. Tsu'tey's carefree demeanor and the accepting murmurs of your clan members reassured you that your bond was something to celebrate, not hide.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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For my next series(?) I wanted to do one of a fire Na'vi! Reader, ik we have to wait until 2024(?) for the third movie but I can't help myself into thinking of a plot for a fic.

#avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar 2024 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #fire na'vi #navi reader #human reader #female reader #fem reader #atwow #atwow x reader

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tvgerl · 1 year

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enemies with benefits with aonung but he's actually in love and accidentally slips and confesses while they are fucking😩

WARNINGS: sucking v, d in v, mentions of angry sex, clit stimulation, explicit.

NOTES: some angst but happy ending because my romantic self couldn’t made a bad ending.

Likes and reblogs r appreciated, reqs r open!

“a—ao’nung more please” You scream out loud while he follow your order “You taste s’good babe”

Ao’nung and you have been hating ourselves since the first time you arrived to the Metkayina clan, he hates you because you are an useful Omaticaya, but there have been some benefits since he “accidentally” turned you on in the middle of a discussion, it was never sentimental, you two just did it for pleasure.

“I want you inside” You said looking at his eyes “Your wish is my command darlin’” So he throw you back and introduce himself in you, muffled screams came out of both their mouths, his hands massaging your thighs and your clit while you let yourself be consumed by the pleasure he gave to you.

It’s never like this with another men, he has this thing that makes you go crazy, maybe is because you were each others first time, so you both now how to please the other, but you know that no one could rail you like him, no matter id it’s a stranger, a boyfriend or just some friend, the hate you both have for each other is the part that turns both of you on, the angry sex is what you both needed to.

“I love you, I’m in love with you, girl, you make me go crazy, i’m serious” You woke up from your position and looked at him, he was a little bit confused till he recognized what he has just said “Sorry I didn’t mean that” You looked at him “Yes, you did mean that, we’re nothing more than people who fuck, you know that” The hate came back to you.

“I’m sorry, it was my mistake, but don’t judge me, you were the needy girl the first time, and you know no one can make you scream like that, honey” and fuck he was right “Needy girl? That’s all I am to you? A whore you accidentally fall in love with? Go fuck yourself” You take your clothes and started to dress up, with some tears in your eyes “Heyyy hey, ‘m not sayin’ that, I love you, I really do, sorry for that i felt attacked by you and I didn’t know what to say” He looked at your eyes crystallized by the water of your tears. “I FUCKIN LOVE U TOO I REALLY DO IDIOT” You screamed and he was shocked, you were the one who hates more the other.

He take your jaw and kissed you, and it was the most agressive and lovely kiss you have ever had, also kinda sweet. “It’s not time to fuck, let’s sleep”

- The end

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navybrat817 · 6 months

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Teacher's Pet

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You role-play a bit with Bucky before a costume party. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, role-play, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #6 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Not exactly a costume party with this Stud and Smartie poll winner, but close? @mumbles411, I think you'll appreciate it.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was Tony's Halloween party and it was the perfect excuse to bring one of Bucky's fantasies to life. Months back, he told you about a particular role-play he wanted to try. You, shockingly, didn’t jump him then and there when you asked him to repeat himself, which he did. Right against the shell of your ear.

"I wanna fuck you while you wear a schoolgirl outfit."

Whatever you want, Stud.

You had to admit to yourself, that particular fantasy sounded like fun. You hadn’t thought about fucking any of your teachers before. Had Bucky actually been one of your professors, however, you would’ve been more than willing to cross a line. Who wouldn’t risk it all for him?

You inspected yourself in your mirror with a soft groan as you twirled. You reassured yourself after a moment that you looked good and Bucky would love your costume, if that's what you'd call it. The soft blue cardigan matched one of the shades in the short plaid skirt, which barely covered your ass. The white button-up exposed your midriff, along with the top of your bra, and the knee-high socks provided the finishing touch.

I look sultry, right? No, innocent. Both? Sulocent? Innotry?

With a deep breath, you pushed your door open and left your room to find him.

Oh, fuck.

You weren't sure if you said the words in your head or out loud as you spotted him standing beside the bookshelf in the living room. Everything went quiet in your mind as his gorgeous eyes met yours, but your heart almost raced out of your chest. Instead of his normal work or casual clothes, he had a tight sweater vest over a nice shirt and tie. The outfit made your massive boyfriend look even larger than normal somehow. He even wore a pair of fake glasses to complete his look.

“Well, look at you,” he said, the corner of his lip tugging in a smile as you bit your lip.

Yeah, look at me.

Something predatory in Bucky’s gaze surfaced as he dragged his eyes down the length of your body. You worried initially that the costume was cliche when there were so many others to choose from, but you felt sexy from the way he looked you over. You could’ve worn a hideous costume and he would’ve managed to find a way to compliment you. Tearing your gaze away to glance at the clock, you realized you had time to have some fun together before you had to leave for the party. At least, you hoped he wanted to fool around.

“Professor Barnes,” you breathed, hoping the next words out of your mouth wouldn’t sound ridiculous as you smoothed out your skirt. “Do you have a few minutes to discuss my paper? I want to make sure it’s perfect before I turn it in.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to experience a bit of role-play before the party, but you wanted to give it to him if he did. The two of you did your best to please one another and it would be something for him to remember for days to come. You would, too.

And I can play it off if he decides he’s not into it, right?

He pushed himself away from the bookshelf to walk toward you, taking slow and deliberate steps as your breath hitched. “Do you normally violate the dress code when you want to discuss a paper? Not what I expect from my top student,” he said, making you swallow as he brushed a finger along one of the buttons on your top. “Or were you just trying to get my attention?”

“I’m going to a party,” you answered, smiling to yourself when he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll catch someone’s eye.”

Bucky jaw clenched he stepped closer, forcing you to take a step back with wide eyes. “Is that right? Who said you’ll have time to go to this party?” he asked, backing you up until you were in your bedroom again. “If you really want your paper to be perfect, we’ll have to go through it line by line. That could take quite a bit of time.”

You tried to keep your breathing even as your eyes stayed on him, praying you appeared seductive as you walked backwards until your hips met your desk. “A bit of time? That could take all night, Professor,” you protested, lost in his gaze as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

“I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice quiet and deep as he braced a hand on each side of you. How was it possible for you to come undone when he hadn’t actually touched you? “You still want to be my top student, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” you answered as he leaned in, his breath fanning along your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered, not kissing you just yet as you whimpered. Praise from Bucky always spread warmth through your core. “You do want to be my good girl, right?”

A shiver rolled down your spine when he brought his hands up to cup your face. It didn’t matter how he dressed or acted or what games you played. You knew in your heart this was your Bucky, your roommate, your everything. You were his as much as he was yours. So if he wanted you to be his good girl, you’d give him that.

“Yes, Professor,” you whispered.

His mouth hovered over yours before he kissed you, your mouth moving in perfect time with his. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you inhaled, the touch and smell of him a sensual assault on your senses. The kiss was deep and thorough, a promise of what was to come. It made your head spin when his tongue brushed against yours, your hands flying up to his shoulders because you feared you’d collapse otherwise.

We really might not make it to the party.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough as he backed up enough for you to face your desk. Your body felt hot and needy, desperate as you fell into that familiar pit of need you often found yourself in with him. “And bend over.”

Blood warmed your cheeks as you bent over as instructed, your ass on display. Well, almost. You wore a pair of snug underwear that covered as much of you as possible. No doubt he saw the wet spot that formed and you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed with how turned on you were.

“I don’t even have to look at your pussy to know how pretty it is,” he said, flipping your skirt up a bit more. “Bet it’ll look even prettier when it’s taking my cock.”

Please, please, please.

“I thought we were going to discuss my paper,” you said, peering over your shoulder.

“We’ll get to that, but I think we should take care of each other first,” he said, making you clench around nothing as he touched your covered slit. “Or was it your goal to make me hard in my pants and go along your way?”

“No, Professor. I wouldn’t tease you,” you promised, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he slid your underwear down to your ankles.

“Of course not because you’re my good girl,” he said, your thighs trembling as he pushed them further apart. “My brilliant, sexy, good girl.”

Your head nearly collapsed against the desk, your eyes squeezing shut. Why did his praise make you feel hot and want to cry at the same time? “I…”

Bucky’s hands froze on your thighs when you sniffled, immediately leaning over you and touching your cheek. “Are you okay? Check in, Smartie. Please,” he said softly.

As if you needed more reasons to love Bucky, the fact that he stopped to make sure you were okay meant the world. “Green, Stud. Very much green. I'm okay. I’m sorry,” you replied after taking a breath, your heart nearly beating out of control. “ The praise just hit me all the sudden. And I just love you so much.”

And here you were trying to do something sexy and fun for him and you ruined the moments with your emotions. The erection in his pants probably faded as soon as you sniffled. Maybe the two of you could leave for the party and try again later.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple where you felt him smile. “First, you don’t need to apologize for getting emotional. Second, I love you, too. So much. And third, we'll only keep going if you want to.”

Your eyes shut, the urge to cry both surfacing again and subsiding at his words. “I didn’t ruin the moment, did I?” you asked in a tiny voice.

“You’d never ruin the moment,” he replied, his lips touching your temple once more as you sighed. “Trust me.”

It was comforting that you could talk to Bucky about what was going on in your head or heart, whether you elaborated or kept it short. Which was why you felt confident again when you opened your eyes and glanced back at him, seeing only love, desire, and something soft in his stare. “In that case, I want you to fuck me bare, Professor.”

Bucky groaned, his soft hair tickling your neck, before he leaned up. He kept a hand on your back like he knew you needed his touch, his other hand quickly working to open his pants. “You think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re at the top of my class?” he asked, easily slipping back into his role. “You think you’ve earned my cock?”

“I can take whatever you give me. And I’ve earned it. I’m your good girl, remember?” you said, your nipples aching through your clothes as he pressed you further into the desk. Fiery shocks and heat went through your body as his finger teased your clit. “Please.”

You whimpered as he moved the digit to your folds, spreading the growing moisture around with a hum. He teased your hole, but didn’t push inside. The slow torture made you quiver and you wondered just how much more begging you had to do.

“Really is a pretty pussy for me to ruin,” he said, finally pushing in with little resistance. Your eyelids fluttered as he slid in and out, but you needed more. “Maybe I should let you go to that party. Send you in there dripping with my seed and show those boys who you belong to.”

“Please, ruin me,” you begged when he pulled his finger out, looking over your shoulder again. He was going to fuck you with the glasses on and the thought had your body going up in flames. Almost as much as the fact that he was stroking his hard cock to the sight of you. “Make me yours, Professor.”

“You’re already mine, baby,” he told you as he lined himself up. “But if I need to come inside you to prove it, so be it.”

You cried out as he thrust into you, the stretch intense and the force hard enough that you had to grip the desk to hold on. Waves of sensations threatened to explode through you at the deep slide of his cock, your body more worked up than you initially thought. You crushed your chest against the hard surface beneath you and you moaned as he pushed in more. There was no doubt in your mind that he was in control.

And you loved every second of it.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he groaned, his hand mapping along your back as you melted under his tender touch. “Should make you ride me wearing this. Put your hands behind your back with my tie.”

His mouth was on your neck in an instant when you moaned, licking and lightly sucking as his hips rocked against yours. The image of you in his lap filled your mind, your hands bound as he helped you bounce up and down on his cock. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, he was practically pounding you into your desk and you wondered why you hadn’t worn an outfit like this for him sooner.

“Should keep you under my desk,” he went on, feeling his weight press you down more as he thrust. “Such a smart mouth in class, I know you can use it to keep me warm.”

“Fuck, please,” you begged, trying to push your hips back. He drove harder and deeper, your wet walls on the verge of quivering with bliss. “Please, Professor.”

He chuckled low in your ear, your eyelids fluttering again as you mewled. Your building orgasm threatened to rip through you and you barely registered that you begged for him again. “Already close, aren’t you? And I thought you were a good girl,” he said, his breath hot as he sped up his thrusts. “But bad girls let their professors fuck them bare, don’t they?”

“Y-Yes,” you whined, your eyes starting to roll back when he angled his hips to hit that glorious spot inside you. “Oh- There. There! Please!”

“My good and bad girl,” he grunted, moving faster as you arched your back, needing desperately to come.

“Want you to come in me,” you blurted out, teetering on the edge. Just a bit more and you’d fall. You needed it.

“I’ll come in you when you come for me,” he urged, smiling when he said the words that made you come undone. “You can do it, baby. Make me proud.”

The cry you let out was a decibel you didn’t think you were capable of reaching when you came, succumbing to pleasure as you shivered beneath him. He let out an impressive string of swears as you quivered around him, chasing his end as ecstasy flowed through you. A few more thrusts and he was gone, painting your walls with a growl before he rested his head on the back of your neck, both of you trying to steady your breathing.

You made a sound of protest as he pulled out of you, both because you didn’t want him to leave your body and you didn’t want his release spilling all over the floor. As if he sensed the latter, he pulled your underwear back up your legs. “Hey. I’m here,” he said, carefully guiding you to the bed so you could cuddle together. You were thankful he moved you since you didn’t have the strength to move yourself.

Fuck the party. I can’t walk.

“So,” he said after a minute, letting out a deep breath as he rubbed your back. “You earned an A.”

You giggled when he smiled, the sight making your heart speed up again. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. You were glad he was satisfied. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“Don’t thank me. It was fun for both of us,” you said, tracing a heart on his chest. “The glasses really are a nice touch. You should wear them again.”

“Yeah? You like how I look in these?” he asked, adjusting them on his nose.

“I do. You’re always handsome,” you said, his blue eyes crinkling behind the lenses.

“I like looking good for you,” he said, tilting your chin to give you a soft kiss. “And I’m fucking you at the party.”

Oh, Stud. You know how to make a girl feel special.

“You better,” you said, burrowing yourself closer. “But I need a minute before I try to move, Stud.”

“Whatever you want, Smartie,” he whispered, linking your fingers together as he took your hand. “Whatever you want.”

These two will always have a special place in my heart. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Ronal x Fem Metkayina Reader X Tonowari

A/N: You are pregnant and about to give birth, no heavy description of a birthing scene

Part 2, Final Part

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"Those skxqwngs really couldn't put the argument aside and be here for me." Your water had broke early this morning and you were in active labor ready to push any minute now and Tonowari wasn't here, the argument that the two of you had at the forefront of your mind

You were pacing back and forth a little upset because all you wanted was to sleep and cry but, apparently you weren't the only one to have been upset. Ronal had an attitude with the clan and was taking it out on Tonowari and in turn, he was taking it out on you which you didn't appreciate. Ronal was headstrong, stubborn, and can be rude when she wants or she feels she is right in a certain situation. However, Tonowari is just like her but, a male version with a bigger soft spot for kids than her. Whenever the two of them got into it, usually you were the mediator or one or the other will take it out on you which normally you can handle but, at the moment you couldn't. You really couldn't.

"Why are you so angry Wari?" Maybe it was his anger clouding his mind and judgment but, he looked at you as if you just disrespected him which is impossible.

"Now I'm not allowed to be irritated? To feel? Don't try to patronize me." He had a snarl on his face staring down at you as you looked up at him in visible confusion. Here he goes taking his anger out on you that Ronal is the cause for.

"I never said that-" He huffed walking closer to you until your very pregnant and heavy belly touched his bare skin

"I would prefer that you didn't speak at all. The silence is much better." Your jaw dropped and he simply squinted his eyes and left the Marui without a word leaving you to stand there in both disbelief and your heart hurting. A few minutes later Ronal came in just as pissed and angry at the world with a worried Tsireya on her hip. Here we go, it was going to be one of those days with them.

"Ma Ronal-" She cut you off with a hiss which shut you up.

"That man was right about one thing, you not shutting up. Be quiet for once." You couldn't help it as you watched her leave and a worried Tsireya caught you crying. You sat down on the floor angry and hurt that both of your mates had the audacity to speak to you in such a manner. You were carrying your guy's son! It wasn't fair.

Not long after that argument did Ronal's and Tonowari's mothers come in just knowing you were upset. They were so sweet as they comforted you and told you that Ronal and Tonowari had gone to cool off, on a hunt. While they were with you, your water broke and they called in a healer next to the Tsahik to prepare you since Ronal and Tonowari had left which left you in the predicament you were in now.

"Y/N, ma'ite, it's time. I can see the head, take a deep breath and push for me okay?" You were whining wishing Ronal and Tonowari were here to watch you give birth. You don't even know why they would want to argue and take it out on you when you were this close. Now they were going to miss their son's birth over petty shit that had nothing to do with you.

"Push ma'ite" Ronal's mom was holding your head and neck while squeezing your hands while Tonowari's mom was in between your legs. You gave three good pushes seeing black spots across your vision.

"Come on Ma'ite. You're so close, one more you got this." You took a deep breath and with a scream the baby was out, screaming to the world. He was instantly placed on your chest as both women worked to clean you up of fluids and blood while you held your boy close to your chest. He was gorgeous with a head full of hair. You thought about how Ronal and Wari weren't here to see him but, that is their fault. They are too stubborn. When Ronal's mom was within reach, you reached a shaky hand out to get her attention

"Ma sa'nuk was Ronal always so stubborn and taking her anger out on everyone." You needed to know if she was always like this or if was it when she invited you to be with her and Tonowari. She sighed placing a cool rag on your head that felt amazing while the other mother was getting food for you. Your son started crying so you latched him onto your breast to feed.

"Yes Ma'ite, ma Ronal has always... been headstrong, stubborn, always wants to be right and never apologized but, she has a good heart. Sometimes she allows her pride to get in the way of her feelings which is not good...She will come around." Well, you knew that but, you were still angry and hurt that they missed your son's birth for something so petty.

"I'm not happy with her or Tonowari. While they are out bonding, they took their anger out on me and left me alone to give birth. I made sure I was with her but, she couldn't give me the same respect. She knew I was due, she's Tsahik, they know all." Your son Aonung, you decided to name him Aonung, cried a bit and you brought him up to burp him and hold him close. You were covered on your privates with a thin blanket that allowed the ocean-side breeze to cool off your body. The two moms said nothing except to make sure you eat. Once you ate, that's when you felt tired and decided to take a nap right along with Aonung

"Rest Ma'ite." You did as instructed laying on the mat and falling asleep within seconds, your son cooing softly in your ear and exhausted from the whole birthing experience.

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Ronal and Tonowari were on their way back from hunting as well as...some bonding time they had to work out their frustrations feeling better when they saw both of their moms on the beach waiting for them setting alarm bells off in their heads. They got off their Tsuraks bringing the net with the fish to the others for the communal dinner later eyes never leaving their moms.

"Ma-"

"Mother-" They were both cut off by twin hisses making their ears pin back wondering by the Grace of Eywa what they did to earn their parents hissing at them

"So you guys made time to fish and fuck but, not the time to apologize and stay with Y/N" Ronals mother was staring at both of them with a deep frown on her face. Ronal and Tonowari were alarmed now, what happened to Y/N? Was she okay? Was the baby okay? They were about to take off to their shared Marui when they were stopped by both women in front of them

"While you were gone doing frivolous activities, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Aonung." Wari's mother was extremely disappointed in them and that was somehow worse than the rage that was on Ronal's mother's face. They felt guilt swallow them whole itching now to go to the Marui and grovel at your feet for forgiveness. "She is not happy with either one of you. She is resting and you will allow her that much. Make yourself busy for the time being I'm sure that's not hard." Thoroughly scolded the mothers who left their children on the beach to think about their actions and both how and what they were going to do to try and fix this.

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When you woke up, you felt much better than before and smiled down at Aonung who was content sleeping and holding a lock of your hair. Your hand rested on his little body feeling him breathe up and down. Ronal carried your guy's first child, Tsireya, and this time you carried Aonung your guy's second child. You can tell he was going to be spoiled with so much love. A small part of you prayed he wouldn't be as rude and stubborn as Ronal and Tonowari because those two were more than enough. Your ears picked up on soft footsteps turning to the entrance only to frown when you saw Tonowari and Ronal with their ears pinned back, looking guilty and their tails wrapped around their legs

"Ma Y/N" You hissed lowly at them to keep from waking up Aonung taking in their genuine surprise. You never hissed at them before so you understood the shock but, you were genuinely upset with them.

"Don't Ma Y/N me. You two always do this to me. You both get in an argument and then you take your anger out on me when I try to help and then the two of you disappear to fuck and bond and come back to me all happy and better forgetting about the shit you did and said to me. I don't get an apology or anything you'll just make me food or take out hunting but, both of you are too damn stubborn and prideful to admit when you're wrong. You rather pretend nothing happened but, not this time. You both missed your son's birth for no reason at all. Ronal you're Tsahik you knew how close I was and still left with Tsireya. Sometimes I hate that I mated with you two." That triggered something in them because they both physically flinched and looked like they might cry.

"Don't say that, you don't mean that." They both sank to their knees never breaking eye contact with you. You felt your heart tugging wanting to comfort both of them but, this time it was your pride in the way for once.

"The two of you don't treat me as a mate half the time. I don't spend one on one time with either one of you, the three of us hardly go out, when we are bonding the two of you bond more than you do with me. Everything is with each other and the two of you act like you regret me being here. The both of you were mean for half of my pregnancy." Tsireya was with her grandmothers so you didn't have to worry about her overhearing the three of you.

"We had duties-" This time you growled at Ronal halting her in excuses

"That's an excuse. Do not use your duties because the two of you were sure to disappear on hunts, on collecting herbs and fruits, just sitting on the beach calling it 'duties' when the two of you needed time. Where was I in all this? Taking care of said duties so no one won't notices. Was I invited? Did you think to invite me? No, I'm not good enough for that but, I'm good enough to make an heir and care for the people when you guys don't. What about me? I wasn't cared for. The two of you disappoint me time and time again and I am just tired." You were panting glaring at both of them as they stood silent taking your berating. You scoffed sitting up with Aonung and handing him over. "His name is Aonung, hold him." You watched as Ronal reached out first and you tugged your hands back fast baring your teeth at both of them. "I do not want the two of you to touch me." You were actually begging for them to touch you but, you were still angry and so hurt. You can only hope that Eywa gives you the strength to deal with this. With them.

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Okay, I made this much more angsty than intended, and now it needs a part 2 so that's something to look forward to!

#avatar #avatar wotw #metkayina reader #female reader #navi reader #ronal x tonowari #ronal x reader #ronal x you #ronal x y/n #ronal x you x tonowari #ronal x y/n x tonowari #ronal x metkayina reader x tonowari #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #tonowari x you #tonowari x y/n #tonowari x fem reader

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neteyamsoare · 2 months

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𐑺 more than friends / lo'ak sully is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐚁̸ new message from; @inlovewithpandora. My first submission for Subathon, more coming soon💜!!! — “Is it just me or are you and [name] really touchy-feely with each other these days?” W/ Lo’ak x Metkayina!reader (ft. bsf!Tsireya) from List of “just two besties who like to fool around with each other” prompts || Reader has had a crush on Lo’ak for a while but nothing has happened between them until recently where they’ve started to grow a bond which Tsireya notices (which is why she would say the quote above). I think reader would be really shy about answering (blushing heavily with a smile on her face) but in the end she will say yes…..

𐚁̸ current game. you and lo'ak have been hanging out for a while now getting closer to each other, what happens when feelings start bubbling to the surface?

𐚁̸ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, aged up! lo'ak, fem! metkayina! reader, bsf! tsireya, crush! reader & lo'ak, fluff + confession. length: 1.2k words.

𐚁̸ slang. kxi / hello (casual).

𐚁̸ things to note. thank you bestie for sending this in, i really loved writing this. i loved writng bsf! tsireya, have to do more of that in my fics. i hope this was to your liking, can't wait to finish the other prompts you sent! - masterlist / 2k masterlist / 2k prompt list / previous fic / taglist ⟡

You pick up another piece of fabric to weave into the necklace you were making with a smile on your face as you listen to what Tsireya was talking about.

“Mating season is coming up, I think Kamun and I will finally mate for life, she exclaimed and you were nothing but happy for her, they have been flirting back and forth for a long time now.

You were surprised they haven’t jumped each other’s bones yet with how much eye fucking that goes on between them. You notice she goes quiet for a few seconds and you look up from your necklace to look up at her in concern hoping nothing was wrong.

When you do, you notice the smug look on her face and raise an eyebrow bone at her, wanting to know what is on her mind.

“Is it just me or are you and Lo’ak really touchy-feely with each other these days?” Tsireya blurted out, still having the smirk on her lips as she watched you stop working on your necklace, your eyes widened, your ears flicking back shyly and a darker hue became apparent across your cheeks.

“W…What… nooo,” you lied through your teeth, you didn’t notice that your crush on him was that obvious. Ever since he and his family arrived here, he caught your eye and was now taking up space in your mind no matter how many times you tried to shake him out.

You had the honor of teaching him the way of the people, you remember how funny he was as you taught him the strategy for learning how to breathe underwater. Was it obvious at that moment? Or was it obvious when you and him started hanging out outside of the lessons getting to know each other more?

More importantly, you ask yourself, was it obvious to him? Does he feel the same way? Or maybe he didn’t feel the same way and just was being friendly. Tsireya notices the change in your demeanor and puts her hand over yours, squeezing it to get you out of your thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” she queried as this was the first time she saw you down like this, normally you were the confident one out of the friendship. “I do like him—this goes without saying but this stays between us,” you said with a serious tone and she giggles and nods her head in response.

“But I don’t know if he feels the same way,” you rambled, fidgeting with your thumb. “What if it is just me and I confess to him looking dumb after he rejects me?” Tsireya takes this chance to smack you upside your head.

“Ow, what was that for?” You rub the spot while shooting a glare at her. “For talking down on yourself, you’re amazing and I’m sure Lo’ak sees that,” she expressed. “I’m pretty sure he feels the same way just by how he looks at you and always has a smile on his face whenever he’s around you.”

“Really?” You queried as your face lit up with a bit of excitement and Tsireya smiled and nodded her head. The two of you continue talking while you go back to weaving the bracelet that you were making for Lo’ak, it was going to be a gift for him, a courting gift.

Once Lo’ak’s eyes caught you and Tsireya sitting in the sand, talking to each other, a smile formed on his face as he strode his way over to the two of you, his heart beating the closer he got.

“Kxi, ladies!” He greeted as the two of you looked up from what you were doing to look at him, a dark purple hue became apparent across your cheeks as you tried to look everywhere else but at him. He thought it was cute before looking over to Tsireya.

“Mind if I steal [name], real quick?” he questioned and your head shot up to look at her, watching her grim turn into a smirk as you mouthed ‘don’t leave me here alone’ but it did nothing as she stood up from her spot. “I don’t mind at all, I have to go help my mother anyways, see ya!” she exclaimed as she made herself scarce.

Lo’ak took her spot next to you while you continued to refuse to look at him. “I have been meaning to talk to you for quite a while now.” he began, looking directly at you.

It felt weird that he was getting all tongue-tied as he tried to get out what he was trying to say, he never felt like this with anyone before as he was a very outgoing person, not nervous to talk to anybody except when he met you. Whenever he’s around you, his breathing becomes uneven, his hands become all sweaty, and most of all his mouth gets all dry.

Lo’ak probably wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for Neteyam cheering him on to finally get this over with. He takes a deep breath before reaching out to cup your chin with his index and thumb to move you slightly so he can meet your eye contact. “The reason why I wanted to talk to you is because… I wanted to tell you that I like you,” he choked out as he watched shock take over your facial expression.

“Ever since I saw you come out of the water, my mind had already started to picture our future together,” Lo’ak continued as his eyes went from you to the bracelet that still was in your hand, he admired the beautiful pattern you sowed, his lips tug upwards into a smile once he noticed how it had his favorite colors in it.

“You’re fun to be around, plus you’re lor,” he rambled on nervously not knowing how you felt since you hadn’t spoken a word to him and he was a bit scared that you were about to reject him but he felt you place your hand on his chin, turning his jaw to face you as you lean in closer and closer with your heart elevating as you press your lips against his.

Moving your body closer as you climb onto his lap, straddling him without interrupting the kiss. Lo’ak hand roamed down your body and stopped to your hips, gripping it tightly to secure your place on him. The kiss was gentle, filled with passion, answers to unspoken questions you prepared in your head, it was everything you dreamed of.

When you finally break apart, the two of you take some time to catch your breaths before making eye contact with each other, a smile forming on both of your faces. “I like you too, I-I just never said anything since I didn’t know you felt the same,” you confessed as Lo’ak intertwined his hand with yours, rubbing the back of your palm.

“How couldn’t I?” Lo’ak questioned never taking his eyes off you. “When I first saw you come out of the water, I was already picturing you as my mate.” You let out a small laugh at his response. “Just by one look?”

“Hey, the heart wants what it wants, nothing can stop it,” Lo’ak smiled and you followed suit. “So how about I take you out on a late night ride as our first date?”

A darker teal hue becomes apparent across your cheeks. “I would love that but during that ‘date’ you will have to tell me what a date is.” A laugh escaped Lo’ak’s mouth as he pulled you closer to him knowing that you were the only one for him and he couldn’t wait for the day, the two of you make the bond to be with each other for the rest of your lives.

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hi, could i get jake sully x fem reader where reader gets hurt badly, like loses a leg, if your not comfortable with that then np<3 tysm

I Cannot Lose You

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: Reader gets injured on a hunt, jake is not ready to let go

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: slight strong language,

A/n: I hope this lived up to your expectations! Also thank you for requesting! Here is the fic! <3333

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This was not the situation that [Name] thought she would be in when she agreed to teach Jake Sully to hunt.

Ever since Jake Sully had fumbled into [Name]’s clans territory, he had been a pain in her ass. From the moment she saved him from being eaten by viperwolves, to the hunt they were currently on, Jake had been nothing but a Skxawng. Though throughout [Name]’s intense training and Jake proving to be learning very fast, he still stayed true to his promise of being an empty cup.

Which has led them to the situation they were today. Neytiri had told [Name] of the hunt and how it would be a great test of Jake’s training, as to hunt as one of the people was a great honour and showed great skill.

Now unfortunately for [Name], Jake Sully’s skills in hunting were not the problem. As anyone could guess, it was his idiocy.

As [Name] heard the familiar sounds of a Hammerhead herd, she quickly tapped Jake shoulder pointing to the herd she could now see in the distance between the trees.

“There. That is what we will hunt.”

“Hammerheads? But they are so big and there are so many!” Jake practically whined, a determind look quickly taking over his face.

“It is not easy, but I will show you how to kill.” [Name] stated, firm look in her eye as she watched the look on Jake’s face.

Rolling her eyes, she jumped how from off of the tree branch to a branch below. Jake following not far behind, albeit much less graceful.

Approaching slowly towards the herd, [Name] hid behind a tree, watching as Jake went to do the same.

She let out a slow breath before starting, “Be very calm, stay very still. We do not want to disturb the herd, we only want the one that is farthest from the herd. That one we will hunt.”

Jake looked around the tree quickly to see which of the Hammerhead’s [Name] was talking about. [Name] flicked him in the head before letting out a quiet hiss.

“I said quiet.” [Name] whisper-yelled. “Now follow my lead.”

[Name] began to slowly walk across a branch directly over the hammerhead they would hunt. She lined up her arrow, Jake following suit, taking a deep breath they pulled back the string creating tension as they carefully aimed at the target.

“Be careful not to alert the herd.” [Name] hissed quietly. Jake only took a deep breath in acknowledgement.

“Aim for the eyes.” She whispered, hardly any sound coming out of her mouth as she focused on the hammerhead.

Jake carefully aimed at the eye closest to him.

“When say ‘now’, we shoot. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now!” [Name] commanded.

Jake and [Name] fired their arrows at the same time, hitting both the eyes individually. The Hammerhead cried in pain, throwing it’s head back the hammer shaped head hit the branch the two were stood on. While [Name] had a firm stance thus staying in place, Jake did not, resulting in is fall. As Jake fell out of the tree and on to the ground beside the dying Hammerhead, [Name] yelled in fear and frustration. She quickly jumped down beside Jake where he was getting up slowly. His fall wasn’t very far, but it sure did make a noise.

A Jake got to his feet, he found exactly why [Name] standing in front of him protectively. In front of them was the entire her growling and gearing up to charge. She hissed at them and Jake could only stare at the herd seemingly about to charge.

“They won’t charge if you show no fear, they fear you. But I do not want them to fear us, we must get out of their way. Jake slowly walk behind the hunted Hammerhead.” [Name] explained as calm and clearly as she could, careful to not trigger the Hammerhead herd.

As Jake took steps back, he stepped on a stick, breaking it. That sound seemed to have echoed around them. The Hammerhead herd was quick to respond, running at full speed toward the two.

“Run! Run!” Jake yelled.

“No! Do not move!” [Name] commanded.

Jake stood still, remembering his past experience with this animal. After a moment the herd seemed to have lost interest, looking away from the two and continue eating the vegetation.

Jake let out a breath of relief and began to walk towards [Name].

“Damn, that almost was the end of us.” He tried to joke but [Name] wasn’t having it.

“You are like a baby! You are fumbling and bumbling around, are you out of you mind!” [Name] sighed, he was going to be the death of her.

[Name] climbed on the hammerhead, pulling out her spear from behind her.

“Oh come on. We are not dead though! And look! We got the game!” Jake tried, trying to ease the tension.

[Name] quickly stabbed through one of the pierced eyes, muttering a goodbye and a short prayer to Eywa.

“Come on, we have let the clan know so that we can make full use of this Hammerhead.”

It was just as they jumped down from the hammerhead when all of the hammerhead herd came running at them.

“Now we run!” [Name] yelled, starting to run away.

“What why now!?” Jake yelled in fear and confusion, following quickly behind [Name].

“They are not charging at us, they are running away!” [Name] yelled desperately.

“Shit” Jake swore.

The herd was encroching fast, the two could not out run the massive Hammerhead herd.

“Run to the side!”

“Where?!” Jake yelled back.

“Up that tree to the left!”

Jake looked to the left finding a large tree only a few feet away. Jake made a beeline, jumping on a low branch and climbing higher. He looked down to see if [Name] was close behind only to have find her at the bottom of the tree, leg bleeding violently.

“Fuck, [Name].” Jake swore again, jumping down to pick her up. He put his arms around her back and under her legs and jumped on the tree, trying his best to climb with someone in his arms. When he go high enough to be out of the way of the hoard, he took a closer look at the Na’vi in front of him.

A dumb look came over his face as he stared at her face.

She still looks beautiful even when she’s in pain.

A groan from [Name], brought him out of his head. He sat down on the tree and moved her so her back was resting on his knee. He observed the wound in front of him, it was bad, very bad. Ripping some vines from the tree, he tied the skin above the wound tight in hopes to slow down the blood flow.

Calling his Ikran, he held her close hoping that she wouldn’t bleed out on the way back. He looked down at her, and frowned.

“Please don’t leave me, I’m not ready.”

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When [Name] awoke, it was well after eclipse, the night life around her glowing. She found when she tried to move, a bolt of pain rippled up her leg. Her sudden groaning in pain seemed to wake up the avatar beside her for a moment before he fell back asleep.

[Name] rolled her eyes, of course he was sleeping.

The healer walked in moments later, seemingly having heard her pain.

“He has been here the whole time.” The healer began, cleaning up some of the wound before continuing.

“He wouldn’t leave your side even if we tried, and we tried.” She sighed. “He is a stubborn one.”

“That he is.” [Name] agreed softly, smiling at the sleeping body next to her. She lifted a hand to move the hair out of his face.

“You’ve got a good one there.” The healer added before walking away, [Name] swore she could she a faint smile on her face.

Just then Jake started to stir again, lifting his head and blinking his eyes getting used to the light.

Just as he saw [Name] was awake, he jumped up and gave her a quick run down.

“Fuck! You’re okay!” Jake beamed, throwing his arms around [Name], holding her close.

“I thought you were going to die.” Jake muttered softly, tightening the hug.

The hug was tight but it was also soft, a gentle touch like Jake was trying not to break her.

“I thought I lost you…” Jake whispered and [Name] would have missed it if she wasn’t so close.

After a moment, [Name] arms slowly came up to Jake’s back, holding him in place.

It wasn’t long before [Name] was holding him just as tight. A soft smile on her face.

Jake might be a Skxawng, but he was her Skxawng.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! <3333

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