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rinabirgul · 3 days
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When i remember avatar 3 and 4 release dates changed
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pandoraslxna · 7 months
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Lo’ak using visiting Spider as an excuse to come over and steal your panties to Jack off with later 🥴 he conditions himself thag your scent = getting off, and now he can’t jack off without them AND he has to hide his dick coming out of its sheath every time he gets too close to you
Addicted to you
adult Lo‘ak x female human reader
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Summary: The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret. The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.
Warnings: explicit smut, perverted Lo‘ak being a little panty thief, masturbation, scent kink, slight somnophilia (with consent), childhood friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, reader is spiders sister, oral (f receiving), obsessive behavior, Lo’ak has retractable genitals
Translation:
Tweng = loincloth
Tanhì = star, bioluminescence freckle
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Lo‘ak, by all means, is no pervert.
He’s not a freak, even if some small minded people had called him that before. But that’s because of his fingers, and not because of this.
It’s hard to explain how any of this has even started.
It’s just, you’ve always been there. Always running around with him and his siblings, playing in the mud and chasing each other through high branches of trees. Riding piggyback on his shoulders, letting Kiri braid your hair. Crying into Neteyams shoulder when you scratched your knee and then letting grandma take care of it. Sitting by the campfire together, baby Tuk in mums arms while dad tells them stories from earth, from the place you’ve never even been before, yet it’s where you come from. Originally. But to Lo‘ak, you’re all na‘vi. Just like Spider is all na‘vi.
You’ve always been there, small little tanhì. Until you’re not so small anymore. And Lo‘ak isn’t small anymore either.
When they come back, years after seeking oturu with the metkayina, his eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of you.
Small little tanhì, he scoffs at the memories of his childhood friend. You’ve grown. Not much for Na’vi standards, still the size of Tuk when she was like 8, but Norm makes jokes about you and Spider not being kids anymore, so he assumes you must’ve reached your maximum height. How cute, he thinks. Lo‘ak however, well, Max says he’s making dad competition now. Almost choked on his coffee when he first saw him again. Apparently you must’ve realized the change in his physical appearance too, because you said stuff like the ocean did him good and giggled when you asked what they were feeding him over there, squeezing the muscles of his upper arm with your small hands.
Apart from your size, Lo‘ak was surprised to see you in human clothing. He assumes, and maybe that makes him a little sad but he would never admit that out loud, that after his family had to leave and Spider was also gone for a very long time, you barely had any reason left to visit the village, other than accompanying Norm and Max to the lab. So you ditched the loincloth for a pair of pants and a shirt. That however, doesn’t change how beautiful you are to his eyes. His little tanhì.
Luckily, that’s pretty much everything that has changed.
Funny enough, because that meant Spider still had to share a room with you now that he’s back. Neither of you are very pleased about this, but as long as he and the Sullys are finally home, none of you would openly complain about the temporary living situation, until Norm had moved some of his stuff out of his office so Spider could move in.
The room you and Spider share isn’t that big. Two beds, a window, a small desk and a wardrobe, that’s basically it. It’s even more cramped when a full grown Na’vi lays sprawled out on Spiders bed, but that doesn’t keep him from coming over every couple of days to hang around like he’s still a lazy teen.
Lo‘ak still can’t get over the sight of you running around in these human clothes. They’re odd. Even worse when you wear them, when you’ve changed so much and there’s so much more, so much new of you to see and now you’re hiding it from his gaze, underneath those entirely too long and plain looking fabrics.
Lo‘ak can barely peel his eyes off of you, swirling around the room with a woven basked on your hip, picking up stuff from the floor while simultaneously nagging at Spider to strip and— pause.
"Anything else?" You ask, taking the shirt that Spider had just worn to put it into the basked.
"Nope", he says, pronouncing the p with a little pop sound. Glancing around the room for the final time, you spot a pair of dirty socks in the far corner and as you bend down to pick them up, something seems to fall out of the basket that you don’t notice right away. Before Lo‘ak can react however, you’re already out of the door.
Sitting upright on the bed, Lo‘ak wants to reach for the tiny piece of fabric that you had lost, but then he’s interrupted again.
"Oh shit, I forgot to give her my tweng", Spider groans, pulling a woven cloth out from where it was sandwiched between the mattress and Lo‘aks butt. "I’ll be right back, bro." And then he basically sprints after you.
Chuckling to himself, Lo‘ak now finally gets to pick up what had fallen out of your basket.
It’s pink and small, looks like a triangle almost. Too small to be any kind of clothing. No, there’s really not much fabric on it. Strange, he thinks. He turns it in his hands and then spots a tiny, white ribbon on what he assumes must be the front, and now that he holds it like that…
It almost sends him off the edge at this very moment as he realizes— It’s underwear. Great mother, those are yours!
Lo‘ak almost passes out as he spots a tiny wet patch on the fabric. It makes something in him throb, knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, your sweet, sweet pussy rubbing and pressing against the soft cloth, while some of your juices leaked out and stained the material.
He swallows dryly.
Your clit must have rubbed on it, too, he thinks before he can even stop these thoughts from coming. And Lo‘ak, by all means, is definitely no pervert, but he can’t help but imagine the cute little nub dragging across the fabric, the nub that he just wishes he could wrap his lips around and slowly suck, watching as you writhe and cry out from the stimulation on your sensitive form.
Lo‘ak doesn’t know, can’t even explain it to himself as to what has driven him to his next move, but he then puts the fabric to his nose and, almost on instinct, inhales.
The very scent of your sex on the fabric makes his head spin and his cock stir to life.
Oh, how he loves your scent. That filthy, sinful scent on your panties, the lovely fragrance enhanced all around the cloth. With each trembling intake of your smell that his soul inhales, the harder his cock grows, until it finally unsheathes, bulging a tent into his now entirely too tight tweng.
The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret.
The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.
Lo’ak now knows where to find them, knows that there’s a small woven basket in the far corner of your room, and if he lays on Spiders bed and stretches enough, he can just reach into it with his very fingertips. So when you and Spider are busy with something else, he so casually stretches his long limbs and grabs the first, black little slip he can reach, stuffs it in his tweng and then pretends that Neteyam is calling him through the throat comm or that he suddenly remembered he had stuff to do at the village or whatever reason is believable enough to hurry out of the door and hide somewhere in the forest.
Once his heart stopped pounding in his ears and his lungs stopped burning, Lo‘ak settles against a tree and pulls the small piece of fabric out of his tweng. Pretty black, cotton panties. Warm now, from rubbing against his skin on the way here. His hand twitches as he examines them in awe.
In all honesty, Lo‘ak really thought that the silly little childhood crush he once harbored for you was finally filtered out of his system after spending the first few nights at the metkayina village bawling his eyes out because he missed you so much. But no amount of other girls he tried to occupy himself with to forget you could change anything about those feelings that came rushing back to him like a tsunami, the very moment his eyes fell on you again, even after all those years apart. And now you’re all grown up, both of you are, and he’s not that awkward little guy anymore, had his fair share of girls to know how to talk to you, how to flirt and maybe even confess his feelings that could lead to something more, yet here he is. Cock throbbing in his palm with your slip pressed against his nose while he furiously jerks himself off to your scent. Like a pervert.
He was gritting his teeth as he stroked over his shaft, squeezing the light blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles. There’s a tightness, a warmth that swells inside him and it gets even worse when he inhales deeply, your scent filling his nostrils. His hand strokes faster, harder and he moans against the soft cotton.
Speeding up his movements, Lo‘aks hips were already bucking up to fuck into his fist. His imagination, those clear images in front of his minds eye, of your pussy dragging over the same spot he was rubbing his nose against were only egging him on more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Lo‘ak was chanting curses as he felt the coil in his stomach threaten to snap. His head was thrown back in bliss, your underwear pressed tight to his nose and he couldn’t help but bite down on the fabric to stifle his moans when he finally came.
And suddenly Lo‘ak feels like he’s 14 again, blushing like an idiot whenever you’ve hugged him, not getting the words out when it was just the two of you together.
He was so head over heels for his little tanhì, that this seemed to be the only way to give him some temporary relief, until he would finally get his shit together and gather enough courage to ask you out.
But before this could even happen, things were already getting out of hand.
The first time might be an accident, the second time not so much, but the third, fourth, fifth … and then the tenth time— that’s when he realized this was growing into some strange form of addiction.
Of course he made sure you would never realize what a perverted friend he was, always making sure to rinse his cum and any stains out of the fabric before stuffing them back to the basket in your room, switching them out for a new pair. But not making you realize how perverted he actually was, that was easier said than done.
Naturally, all Na‘vi had a keen sense of smell. Lo‘ak had always been able to smell your natural scent when you were near. And in the beginning, just holding your used underwear in his hands got him hard, made his nose twitch, fingers itching to get them closer, bury his whole face in them and inhale. It was intoxicating.
But Lo‘ak didn’t even realize what he had done to himself, up to the point he came completely untouched for the first time, just from smelling them. That’s when it finally dawned on him. Your scent was enough to get him off. He had actually managed to condition himself to this– coming to your scent, not being able to come when he couldn’t smell you.
Oh, that was bad, he thought. That was really, really bad.
Even worse, because you’ve always been touchy with him. Always hugged him, held his hand, jumped into his arms. And Lo‘ak was so used to carrying you around on his shoulders or his back, that it would’ve been strange of him not to. So now here he was, again, suffering from the consequences of his own actions.
One of your soft, squishy thighs on either side of his shoulders, the back of his head snugly pressed between your thighs and his hands holding your ankles so you wouldn’t fall off as you wandered through the forest.
Normally, he’s a good listener. But he has long stopped listening to whatever you were talking about, now that your scent was so close to his nose that his cock was already pocking out of his sheath and Lo‘ak was slowly loosing every internal battle of trying to keep it in there until they had reached high camp.
Every time you giggled or laughed, Lo‘ak could feel the vibrations against his neck. He could feel every shift, every drag of your clothed cunt against his skin. The warmth radiating from your core, the softness of your thighs on either side of his head, while dainty fingers played with his braids.
Suddenly there’s tug on his braids and Lo‘ak damn near whimpers as you pull his hair to get his attention and— no, no, no you had to get off, you had to get away from him, because this is all too much.
"Lolo", it’s the silly nickname name you gave him as a child, the one that still makes his eyes roll because you used to tease him wit it. "Are you even listening? I asked you a—"
"Sorry it’s just, you– you’re getting kinda heavy, tanhì." Two hands grab your hips before you can even protest and there’s a look of utter confusion on your face, once your feet meet the ground again. Too heavy, Lo‘ak mentally slaps himself. He can lift you up with one hand, so who’s going to believe that?
You look at him with your brows knit tightly together, eyes narrowed to scan him up and down like you were trying and could actually see through him and fuck, his body was working against him in this moment, because the feeling of his own slick coating his cock as it slowly slid out of its protecting sheath sends a shiver up his spine.
"C‘mon let’s keep moving, we’re almost there", he hastily blurts out, leading the way now, hands clenching into fists at his side.
Lo‘ak tries to ignore that your scent still lingers heavy in the air, even as you walk behind him. He also tries to ignore how silent you had suddenly gotten, tries not to look back because he knows you‘ll look hurt or confused, or both, as to why he had suddenly decided to put distance between you and him –and called you heavy, on top of that.
The entire walk back to the village was filled with silence, and even though it felt heavy in his heart, it’s what he needed to calm himself, to make his cock soften and breathing even, to put his focus on something else other than the flowery sweet smell that’s walking just a few feet behind him.
It’s not hard to guess why he doesn’t see you the day after that. Spider visits high camp alone, says you’re out with Norm somewhere to gather ar'lek seeds so they can plant them in the small herb garden in hells gate. He knows that’s just partly the truth.
The next day, Lo‘ak doesn’t even wait for you to come over, or not. Spider spends the day with Kiri anyways, and maybe that’s his sign to finally get his ass up and do something about this whole fucked up situation, apologize for acting so weird and put an end to his strange addiction.
It’s already late in the afternoon when Lo‘ak reaches the human outpost camp. He taps the code into the small keypad on the front door of the facility, puts a respirator on and walks down the hallway. Several turns later and he finds himself at your door, knocks ever so lightly, it’s almost too light, before slowly opening the door, crouching under the frame and stepping inside.
The sight he’s met with definitely gets his knees a little weak.
You’re curled up on your side, your lashes are softly resting on your cheeks, lips slightly parted with quiet sighs of sleep falling from them. Your shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing your hips and stomach to him, blanket nowhere to be found. His gaze wanders over your body, the curve of your waist, down to your legs and eywa help him, you’re not wearing pants. All that’s covering you, are those pink panties that seem very familiar to him and fuck, if that doesn’t make him swallow hard because he just realized these are the ones he’s first taken from you. The ones he had completely soaked in his cum until he nearly passed out, shooting blanks from how many times he jerked off with them pressed to his nose and then wrapped around his cock once he had completed inhaled your scent off of them.
And now he has to hold himself back, because your deliciously sweet scent almost suffocates him the moment he settles to sit on the end of your bed.
He can’t help the way his hands move on their own, just a soft caress up and down your thigh. Completely harmless, he wants to make himself believe.
You hum in your sleep, eyebrows pinching together for a brief moment before you relax into his touch. It’s like your scent grows more intense the longer he strokes his warm palms over your exposed skin, running up your thigh, the curve of your hips. His fingertips trace the cotton fabric of your panties, hooks it under his finger, plays with it, before he runs his hands back down your legs.
Lo‘ak feels his body heat increase the longer he plays with you like this. Feels his sheath opening up, the tip of his cock teasing against the cloth of his tweng, the retraining tightness of trying to keep it in there. His tail curls like he’s in pain from holding himself back, and then your thighs spread into his hands, opening up like a pretty flower, subconsciously presenting yourself to him.
He knows he shouldn’t… but he can’t help it.
Swallowing hard, Lo‘ak kneels at the end of the bed. Careful as ever, he pulls you towards him, holds you open like a five course meal on a silver plate with both of his hands on the backside of your thighs. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, tenderly. Inhales, places soft kisses here and there, moves further to the inside of your leg. His nose never breaks contact to your skin, you just smell too good, he’s completely lost in it. Addicted.
His breathing soon turns into shallow pants of air, his mind growing dizzy and pupils dilated to the absolute max as he continues to scent you like a drug.
The content little, "Mmh…" followed by the arch of your back as you stretch yourself, hands coming up to rub the sleep in your eyes away, do little to faze him now, let alone stop him from what he was doing. It’s too late to stop anyway.
Glancing down on yourself, Lo‘ak feels your breath hitch in your throat in a shy little gasp, thighs trying to close shut, but his hands keep them in place.
"Lo‘ak?" You ask, face flushing red and for a moment he comes back to himself and his heart aches because he thinks he fucked up, crossed every possible boundary, ruined your friendship because he got too lost in his perversion– but then you bite your bottom lip and brush your dainty fingers through his hair, cradle the back of his head and pull him closer.
He grins.
Lo‘ak doesn’t break eye contact with you as he kisses your inner thigh, fangs grazing your skin before he sucks a small hickey right there. He kisses the purplish mark on your flesh before he moves further, eyes on yours before he presses his nose against the cotton fabric of your underwear. Your hips rise off the bed, impatiently bucking against his face and Lo‘ak groans.
"You smell so good, tanhì", he murmurs, nosing your clit, nudging the little nub until a whimper falls from your lips. "So sweet, I just… sorry, I had to."
A soft laugh draws his attention from your clit back to your face and he lifts his head up to properly look at you.
"Don’t apologize", you say, chest heaving, "I was waiting for the day you finally decide to make the first move." He smiles at this. And maybe he blushes a bit too, but there’s barely any time for you to see it, before his face is buried between your thighs again. He inhales sharply, letting your scent cloud his mind and then he presses a kiss to the outline of your clit, feeling it twitch beneath the thin fabric.
Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he tells you, "lift your hips for me", and as you do, he slides them off of your legs completely.
You watch his eyes darken with lust once you spread your thighs further for him, watch him part your folds with his thumbs almost tenderly, brushing over the little hood of your clit to get it into his direct view.
"Don’t tease", you then whisper and Lo‘ak thinks, if only you knew how much he was holding himself back right now. "I would never", he chuckles, and you squeak when he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, bends your legs so your knees are almost touching your ears.
Flattening his tongue, he then licks a board stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, and oh tanhì, you’re making even the sweetest fruit competition. Lo‘ak groans, loud and shamelessly, once your slick juices run over his tastebuds like sweet nectar. Your hips jolt, moans spilling from your mouth as he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks, hard.
You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head.
"O-Ohh god, fuck, Lo‘ak", you moan, back arching to get his mouth closer to you and Lo‘ak thinks it’s adorable. You’re panting, gasping and moaning like you can’t believe how good he’s making you feel.
Between your thighs, you hear him hum at your taste, your clit drags against his nose and those puffy lips, while he slurps your slick like he’s starving.
A glance up at you reveals that you’re staring sightlessly at the ceiling, slack-jawed and dazed, and Lo‘ak feels a surge of amusement and affection. So cute, looking almost as sweet as you taste on his tongue.
While sucking on your clit earned him the most of a reaction from you, he more often switched to sticking his tongue into your clenching hole as far as he could reach– which was deep, considering the proportions of a Na‘vi compared to a human. Like this, he could perfectly smooch the flat of his nose against the little nub that made you cry out, could smell you at the same time he was tasting you and that combination made something in him twist into a tight knot, daring to snap at any moment.
"Lo’ak, Lo’ak, oh– holy shit, Lo’ak", you moaned his name like a prayer, and the sound of it was send straight to his cock that had fully unsheathed itself by now. It throbbed heavily, pre-cum soaking his tweng and bringing friction to the sensitive tip once he’s started humping the air, hips bucking and thrusting, searching for more.
There’s nothing he wants more than to bring a hand down to his cock, get rid of the loincloth and start stroking himself, fuck his fist if necessary, anything to get the edge off. But his hands can’t, don’t, want to move. They’re perfectly comfortable where they are, holding your thighs, spreading you wide open while he devours you. He can’t bring himself to do anything other than grind his face against your pussy hungrily, tongue gliding through your folds, sucking and slurping and kissing until tears prick at the corner of your eyes.
"Lo, I’m close", you whimper, hands tugging harder on his braids and he loves it. "I’m- I think I’m coming. Please. Please don’t stop!"
And stopping is the last thing that’s on his mind.
Your tiny hole clenches around the tongue that’s thrusting in and out of you, and Lo‘ak can’t help but imagine how you’d feel around his cock. He wants to, he really fucking wants to split you open on it, bend you in every possible position and feel your tight walls clamping down on him. But this right here is his priority. He wants you crying out and coming on his tongue, wants to drown in your slick and inhale your scent for a good while longer before he can stuff you full of his cock.
"Yeah? You’re gonna come, tanhì?", he mumbles against your clit and your hips buck against his mouth, desperately searching for more. "Come for me then, c’mon. Let me taste you, give it to me."
"Uh-huh", you nod frantically, lifting your head up to look at him. Your hands tug on his braids, guiding him back to where you needed it most and Lo‘ak gladly complied your order. And then your hips were rising off the bed, and you nearly sobbed as you chanted, "m’coming, m’coming– oh– fuck!"
Your hold on his hair loosens just as everything below your waist tightens.
The sounds that were reaching his ears were a combined chorus of groans and high-pitched whimpers coming from both of you. While Lo‘ak feasted on your arousal, his tweng got equally as soaked in his cum than his face got soaked in yours.
You like the way that the gold in his eyes seems to glow up at you from between your legs, when you manage to pick your head up and look down at him. You like the way that his fingers dig into your skin as a stern reminder for you to stay there, and you like the way that his tongue continues to lave at you, despite the trembling of your legs.
The expanse of his tongue drags methodically against your cunt one last time, gathering your taste like he means to savor it. Then, his head raises, all glistening lips and prideful eyes, his hands sliding up your sides to hook around your waist. 
"Holy fuck", you exhale a shaky breath. "Lolo, what the hell, where did that just come from?" You laugh in disbelief, a bit more than just breathless from the intense orgasm, and Lo‘ak chuckles with you, crawling onto the bed to settle himself between your thighs.
"Don’t call me that childish name when I just made you come on my tongue, tanhì", he purrs into your ear, grinning, and the feel of his canine grazing your ear sends a shiver up your spine. Lo’ak then nuzzles his face into the crook of you neck, pressing his weight down on you and if it weren’t for the uncomfortable slick and sticky feeling between your thighs, you could actually enjoy this.
"Can you give me my underwear", you whisper, blushing, "please."
"No", Lo‘ak tells you ever so nonchalantly, face still buried against your skin. Your brows furrow and you can’t help but laugh, "What– Why?"
"I‘m keeping them", he says, "As a little souvenir."
Hearing that, makes a completely new wave of heat wash over you, lightening up your cheeks in crimson red.
"Perv", you mutter quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Hmh, yes I am. But you also can’t have them back because…"
Theres a pause, two arms snake around your middle and hug you tight, before he rolls over and drags you with him. You gasp at the sudden change of position, now straddling his stomach with him laying flat on your bed. Rising a brow, you look at him, waiting. Lo‘aks hands then grab you by the waist and he pulls you up in one fluid movement, your hands fly up to catch yourself just in time, both of them on the headboard of your bed now as your core hovers only mere inches from his face.
His breath his warm on your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body as it fans over the slick covering your inner thigh. Licking his lips, he grins up at you, the hunger in his eyes evident, as he says,
"Because I’m not done with you yet, tanhì."
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phantombriide · 1 year
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HE'S A TEN BUT HE...can't keep his hands to himself.
(including lo'ak and neteyam)
content — just them being touchy and clingy babies. swearing somewhere probably, honestly can't remember. gender neutral reader. kind of ooc. ignore mistakes bc im too lazy to proofread
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— LO'AK
i think it's not so much as him initiating affection or touch but going the extra mile to get you to do it because he refuses to come off as clingy. like babe if you want a hug, just say that. you don't have to show up with a scrape and a busted lip for affection.
"stupid stupid stupid boy! look at your face, lo'ak. if you weren't already busted up, i'd give you another reason to be flinching."
despite the way the words are flowing out of your mouth with the roughest edge and with every other word you're rolling your eyes from agitation, your hands seem to tell a different story.
one cupping the right side of his face, a finger unconsciously stroking the apple of his cheek to soothe the pain from his swollen lips and the other hand dabbing at his bottom lip to wipe the stained blood away.
his hands twitch as they lay on his thighs, itching to touch you in the slightest because you tending to his wounds isn't enough. he needs your existence mixed into a solution and injected into his bloodstream so you're all he lives off of. but obviously and unfortunately, that is not possible, so this will have to suffice.
when you push a little too hard on another cut that decorates his face, a low hiss leaves his lips and suddenly his face is shoved into your stomach leaving his face unable to reach.
"no more."
you gape at him, not used to this child like behavior since usually he puts up a stubborn front and grits his teeth when it gets too painful.
"no mo- what do you mean no more? you did this to yourself and now you're whining?" he lifts his head slightly to peer at you with a glare as if you're the cause of all this. technically you are.
but alas, you apologize for being so rough, a guilty sigh leaning your lips when you do. "i'm sorry for the roughness, my sweet boy." you pinch and pull at his unharmed cheek with a small grin making him groan, but he doesn't move an inch to stop you. he wouldn't dare.
not when you're finally done nagging and dragging his name through dirt long enough to coddle and baby him like he originally showed up for you to do.
his heart skips a small beat at the laugh you let out at his faux discomfort.
"my big baby," you finally release the skin of his face to lean down to his ear that twitches at the feel of your breath blowing against it, "harm yourself again and i'll pull out all of your nerves and we'll see how much you feel then."
a slap is given to the back of his head before you saunter off to tend to other matters besides your childish lover who rubs the back of his head with a frown.
— NETEYAM
now him? yeah he has zero shame. if he wants your attention, then your attention he will get. he'll come for you without a single thought, throwing his heavy weight body onto you with no intention of worrying how you'll react.
you're groaning and cursing underneath him, but all he continues to do is laugh at your suffering, no intent on moving anytime soon.
you're on your stomach, the map you were deciphering released from your grip and out of reach from the force of your lover toppling on top of you.
his large frame is covering every viable body part you own that would even remotely help get him off of you. your hands flailing around and your legs kicking as much as they can from the weight of his own legs holding them down.
"neteyam! you get off of me right now or so help me, im gonna- lo'ak are you just gonna watch me struggle?" your usual frightening glare does nothing to intimidate the boy as he's aware you won't be going anywhere anytime soon. what he'll do when you're free is a problem for any other time but now.
"i'm a bit bored and this is the most entertainment i'll probably be getting today so no, i don't think i will.
your friends and family walk past the two of you as if you don't exist making your jaw drop from shock of the betrayal. "my own blood, letting me suffer on the ground at the hands of a no good piece of-"
"y/n."
you don't even have to glance at your father to feel his stern stare and understand that had you finished that sentence, neteyam's heavy ass would be the least of your problems.
said person laughs when you whine at the scolding, the way you drop your forehead against the ground resembling a defeated child.
neteyam's arms tighten around you, an affectionate kiss given to the back of your head making you relax for a split second before remembering your predicament.
"you remind me of a bug, so irritating and just won't go away! clinging to me just. like. a. bug." your insult goes unheard because neteyam is too busy basking in the warmth of your embrace that he stole from you.
"neteyam! let the child up and have some decency." you finally lift your head to thank your savior, his mother rolling her eyes at the grass stuck to your forehead, internally cursing her rambunctious child.
"it's how i show my appreciation and care." he shrugs, finally releasing you but not moving to get off of you.
"appreciate the way i'm about to kill you then."
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jujouzdk · 1 year
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This movie lives in my mind 24/7
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pandorxxx · 9 months
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Another man’s treasure
Neteyam x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)
Warnings: cursing, oral (reader receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, neteyam having a size kink, neteyam being “Mr. Steal yo girl” kinda, creampie, marking, scenting.
Listen to Mr. Steal yo girl by Trey Songz for the best experience 😊
Synopsis: You wanted lo’ak, and it was no secret. However, you were scared to talk to him. When you went to Neteyam for help, he made it known that lo’ak wouldn’t be interested in you because of your abnormal (among navi) size. But you soon realized, that what one brother didn’t like, the other one loved…
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“Cant you find something else to do? I don’t have time for this today.” Neteyam chuckled, pushing leaves out of his path as he went to fulfill his duties. This was becoming an everyday thing almost. You’d follow Neteyam into the forest as he did his daily chores just to bug him about the same old shit.
You had a huge crush on lo’ak, and since you and Neteyam were…somewhat friends, you decided that the only way to get in good with lo’ak was with the help of Neteyam. Although he wasn’t much help.
“Neteyam come onnnn. I’ll leave you alone if you talk to lo’ak for me.” You whined, running behind him to keep up with his long strides. You were alittle younger than both of them, but that didn’t stop you from trying. Also, you were alittle smaller than the average female Navi, so you got made fun of sometimes. But you had a “Fuck you” mentality when it came to bullies, you couldn’t care less.
“Why don’t you talk to him, huh? Why are you bugging me about it? I’ve got shit to do y/n.” He spoke calmly, making sure to hold the leaves down for you to walk through. He was such a gentlemen without even trying.
“You know him better than I do. I just figured you could help me out…TEYAM!” You shouted his name, making him halt in his tracks with an irritated sigh. He turn to you, walking alittle closer.
“Y/n please. I don’t have time to get in the middle of this shit. And plus, I personally don’t think that lo’ak would go for this.” Neteyam confessed.
“And why do you think that? I’m pretty, no?” You asked with a hint of aggression, eyebrow cocked as you awaited an answer. He chuckled, crossing his arms.
“You’re very pretty. But you know that’s not what I meant.” He shook his head. Your eyes narrowed, picking up on what he was insinuating.
“Well what DID you mean, Neteyam?” You asked, anger radiating off of your skin. He eyed your small frame up and down in curiosity.
“Fuck, don’t make me say it. It’s very obvious.” He ran his hand through his braids with a loud chuckle. You were now visibly angry, tail swaying high in defense as you clutched your bow. Although you were smaller, you were one of the best warriors here. Some would even say better than the mighty warrior himself, so he knew you meant business.
With a loud sigh, he finally fessed up. “Y/n…you’re tiny as fuck.” He nodded with a sarcastic grin.
“Neteyam, what does that have to do with anything? Huh?” You asked with heavy aggression, shifting your body weight to one hip.
“If I were lo’ak. I wouldn’t even wanna touch you. Might break your little ass.” He joked, however you didn’t find it funny whatsoever.
“Fuck you. I can take any male in this clan, you and lo’ak INCLUDED. Size means NOTHING!” You snapped, poking his chest angrily as you peered up at him. He let out a loud laugh, placing his large hands on your shoulders.
“I promise you, and I mean this in the most humble way possible. You cannot take me, y/n.” He spoke passive aggressively, his tone becoming alittle serious.
“Neteyam, check my fucking stats. I’d have you crying when I’m done.” You growled, smacking his hands off of your shoulders. It was no secret that you’d been with other males before, what girl hadn’t? Though small, you knew exactly how to please a man. And men just like Neteyam would underestimate you all the time…until they got their feel.
“Oh y/n, please. I’ve heard about you, trust me. But I’m a REAL man. Those little boys you’ve been with have NOTHING on me. You hear me? NOTHING!” He growled, jaw clenching in restraint. You laughed in his face, taking a step back to scan his body from head to toe.
“Oh, ok there big boy. Calm down. Did lil ole’ me get under the mighty warriors skin?” You mocked. Neteyam was a man of great restraint, but you were really pressing his buttons today. He let out a deep sigh, before chuckling to himself.
“Don’t make me ruin you for lo’ak.” Was all he said, in that deep tone of his. The one that meant business. The one that created a pool of your own slick in your loincloth. The one that made you shift back and forth experimentally, trying to find some sort of friction.
“A lot of open ended sentences today. Tell me what that’s supposed to mean.” You commanded, arms crossed as you took a step forward.
“You know what it means, don’t act so innocent y/n. And DONT challenge me. I’ll snap you like a twig.” He trailed off, eyeing you up and down. You laughed in his face again, at his sudden sexual advances. It was always lo’ak for you, but Neteyam was just as hot, if not hotter. He was stronger, taller, sexier, and a lot more mature.
“So do it. You have nothing but space and opportunity to show me. If I’m being honest, this sounds like a bunch of bs. I can’t take you seriously in this light, Neteyam. You’re always so uptight.” You teased, hoping that it would make him angry enough to take you, right here…right now. But he quickly caught on to your antics. He stepped closer, until your plump breast met his stomach. Peering down at you with a crooked grin.
“Oh, I don’t know y/n. You’re too small to ride this ride. I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re better off finding lo’ak. He’s more your speed.” He nodded.
“But the things I’d do to you…it’s unspeakable.” He whispered, running his large hand down your torso, all the way to the band of your loincloth. You bit your lip, directing your attention to the scene.
“Tell me about it, I’m all ears.” You spoke sensually, eyes meeting his once again. “Well first…I’d rip this fucking loincloth off of your hips.” He spoke, simultaneously ripping your cloth off. You gasped, finding your balance again from the unexpected force.
“Then…I’d turn you around, and bend you over.” He spoke. His tone low and full of lust as he spun you around, bending you over into a 90 degree angle. Your hands immediately finding refuge on the bark of the tree infront of you. You let out a little giggle as you turned your head to look back at him, waiting for his next move.
“Mmmhm.” he groaned, smacking your ass as he watched your arousal leak out of you like a stream. You let out a small whimper at the impact, so desperate for more.
He kneeled down behind you, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He licked his lips before diving in. His calloused hands holding your cheeks opened as he devoured you whole.
“G-God, Neteyam!” You whimpered, digging your nails into the bark. He didn’t say anything else to you, didn’t even bother coming up for air. All you could hear was nasally gulps, and squelching sounds followed by low hums of satisfaction from him.
You could feel his tongue flicking, sucking, and gnawing on your sensitive clit before licking all the way up to your ass, giving it a small peck. And then he would go back to work on you. Your legs were starting to shake as your whines increased in volume.
“I-Im sooo close.” You spoke in exhaustion from holding yourself up. He hummed in response, wiggling his head as you used the flat of his tongue to taste you completely. This in turn, sending you over the edge. Without much warning, you released into his mouth. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his strong hands held you in place as he lapped up your juices. All of your essence dripping down his jaw and neck.
“This pussy tastes like heaven, baby.” He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before standing to his full height behind you.
“I want you to stay juuust like this for me. Think you can do that?” He asked as he untied his loincloth from around his his gently. You nodded in response, feeling his tip graze past your slit on the way up to slap his stomach.
He grabbed his cock, using the tip to play with your clit. “Mmm…” You hum, leaning your cheek against the bark as you watched him with desperate eyes.
With little to no warning, just a devilish smirk, he slide into you slowly. His cock was stretching you out more than you’d ever been, yet it felt like the perfect fit once he bottomed out. You let out a series of loud whimpers once you felt his tip probing at your cervix. That was a feeling you’d never had before.
“I know, baby. I know…” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly to get you used to his size. His large hands trailed all the way up your back, giving it a light rub before finding their way to the back of your neck.
“You’re s-sooo big!” You whined, knuckles turning white from the grip you had on the bark infront of you. He didn’t know what it was about your cries that turned him on so much. Maybe it was the fact that you were a tough girl, and seeing you so helpless at the hands of him made his head spin.
And as much as he loved to make fun of how small you were, he secretly loved it. The comparison of you to him had him aroused from the start. He was a relatively big guy, very strong, and muscular from his endless training. And although you were a warrior too, you simply didn’t look like one. You were very fragile…delicate to him. And he loved that he could have his way with you.
“Mhm, keep talking.” He growled, now picking up the pace. His warm sack smacking against your sensitive clit, creating the right amount of friction. On top of the constant pounding to your sweet-spot. You couldn’t even form a complete thought at this point. The pleasure was consuming you. And at that point, you realized that you’d never had sex like this. Neteyam had proven to you why he was the better choice.
“I-I can’t even….I-I d-don’t- FUUUCK!” You rambled. So flustered that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He let out a breathily chuckle, rutting into you like he’d never see you again.
“Ok! ok! ok! I-I can’t take this shit. y-you’re killing me, Teyam!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were on the verge of such an intense orgasm, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was becoming too much for you to handle.
“But you’re so fucking close, baby. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me, sucking me in. I thought you could take me?” He spoke in a condescending tone, the same devilish grin plastered across his face as he watched your plump ass ripple with every thrust.
“I-I can’t take you! I CANT!” You whimpered, tears blurring your vision. He slowed down for you, just alittle, but not nearly as much as you needed. You began to gnaw at the bark in desperation, just trying to find some relief from your incoming orgasm.
“And why can’t you take me? I wanna hear this shit.” He spoke in a low tone, shifting his hands to your hips for more leverage. He began to thrust into you slow and deep, nearly knocking the wind out of you with every stroke.
Oh, how he loved this. He knew why you couldn’t, he just wanted to hear you say it. Hear you tell him how strong, and how big he was. It was an ego boost for him, and to have you completely drunk off of his cock was a huge turn on.
“Mmm t-oooo big. Way t-too big!” You spoke deliriously, legs beginning to shake as that knot in your stomach started to unravel. Your walls clenched around him before releasing your essence. You let out a series of loud moans, just like music to his ears.
“Thaaats right, baby. Cum on this big dick.” He moaned, smacking your ass with his bottom lip in between his teeth. His cock began to twitch Inside of you, signaling that he was about to cum. So instead, he pulled out of you quickly with a loud groan. He held your hips in place so that you wouldn’t fall as he caught his breath.
“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. You managed to turn around in his embrace, leaning your back against the bark of the tree lazily.
“Y-You didn’t-“ you began, before he lifted his finger to silence you. “Don’t worry about me. I just wanted to give you alittle taste. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He confessed, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
“What if I want you to hurt me?” You spat, bringing him flush to you by his hips. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but mostly curiosity.
“Give me your all, Neteyam. Give me everything, please. Even if we have to go at it all fucking night. I want more than a taste.” You spoke sensually, wrapping your arms around his waist before planting a kiss on his chest.
“Fuck, don’t talk like that. Please.” He chuckled, rubbing your arms lovingly as he stared down into your desperate eyes.
“And what about lo’ak, huh? I thought you had a thing for him an hour ago.” He asked playfully, already knowing that lo’ak was the farthest thing from your mind at this point.
“I want you now. Is that a crime?” You asked, not even letting him answer the question before you stood on your tippy toes, engaging in a passionate kiss with him. His hand found the back of your head, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss. The other hand snaking around to lift you up, pinning you to the tree behind you. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck.
“Mmm, take this off.” He spoke between kisses, referring to your top. You backed away from him slightly, leaning all the way back on the bark. He watched you intently, as you began to untie your revealing top. It popped open with the last knot, revealing your plump breasts. And just like a man, he licked his lips as his eyes locked to your chest.
“Fuuuck me.” He groaned before attacking your nipples. Gently gnawing at them to create love bites, and running his warm tongue around your areola. He nuzzled his head in your chest with low groans of satisfaction as he scented you. Everyone would know who you belonged to from here on out.
Without warning, he lifted you up by your ass, and slammed you down on his cock. You both moaning in unison. He immediately set a merciless rhythm, impaling you over and over again roughly.
“Oh great mother, yessss!” You praised, squeezing your eyes shut as your voice rippled through the forest due to his unbearable pace.
“Mmm, keep screaming like that.” He demanded, thrusting into you harder, knocking the air out of your lungs with every stroke. There wasn’t much else you could say, you were completely silenced.
“I-I..” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You let your head find refuge on the bark behind you, revealing your unscathed neck to Neteyam…big mistake for such a territorial male like himself.
He bent down to your neck, taking a deep breath before flashing his fangs. He grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Without anymore hesitation, he bit down on your neck gently. Still hard enough to leave a mark.
“Oh my-“ you started, your head going completely limp on the bark behind you. You could feel another orgasm building deep in your stomach.
“B-Baby, Im so close. Sooo so close!” He moaned, watching your breast bounce from his hard thrusts. He was slowly loosing it, and he couldn’t contain himself much longer. He could feel his stomach muscles tense repeatedly, which is something that’s never happened to him. Beads of sweat began to roll off of his frowned forehead. His mouth was slightly agape, low whimpers falling from his lips. And at that moment, he realized he’d never had sex like this.
“FUCK!” He growled, his hand slapping against the bark behind you as he bounced you on his cock quickly.
“Give it to me, pleaseeee!” You screamed, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your body began to tremble in his arms as your toes curled. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your peak was nearing quickly.
“Ladies first. Cum on this dick again, baby.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the lobe gently. The act alone sending you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack as you released on him for the second time. Loud squelching sounds filling the forest as his cream coated cock slid in and out of you. He could feel your walls contracting around him, and he just couldn’t hold it any longer. “Ohhh, shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He chanted, releasing his seed deep into your empty womb with a loud groan.
“Don’t be sorry, I-I wanted it. Juuust like that!” You whined, rolling your hips into his to bury his seed deeper into your tight cunt. You both took a few minutes to catch your breaths before he pulled out slowly.
“Mmmhm…” He hummed, watching his excess cum drip to the ground beneath you. For a moment, you two stared at each other in awe, completely whipped by one another.
He had his mind made up, and it seemed as though you had changed yours. Neteyam was the only man you wanted from now on….
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dandelionxbby · 2 months
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nothing hurts like when an fanfic writer promises a fic only to find out they havent posted in 11 months or their next post is I dont write for that fandom anymore
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lolita-lollipop · 1 year
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heyy! i just binged some of your avatar works and im so in love 🥹🫶
could i request a neteyam x reader where she goes with the Sully's to the metkayinas and there she is harrassed like Kiri and the Sully boys come to her rescue? like including neteyam, lo'ak and jake 🥺💟
it's totally fine if you don't wanna write it, no pressure 💝
have a lovely dayyyyy ❤️
NETEYAM X READER X SULLY FAMILY (platonic)
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When neteyam had first told you about the sully family leaving, that they were being hunted, including you,  it came as such a shock, you'd known Neytiri all your life, and you'd also known that the goddess of a woman loved this land more than she loved her ikran. You were even further surprised when you learned that jake wanted you to come.
You were there when those Human-NAvi breeds had interrogated Lo-ak , those men yanked your hair and held you up like you were a slab of meat. That was when it all started, with a knife pressed to your throat, and spider being taken away, you knew something big was going to happen. 
You belonged to this family since you were very young, being that your own parents were killed off by the sky people, leaving you as a child with mo-at. Jake took you under his wing, after all, You were only a year younger than neteyam, so they couldn't turn you away. Eventually, sensing the strong relationship between you and their oldest son, you were declared his promised mate. 
Even so, you never truly felt like a part of the family, Jake and Neytiri tried their hardest, but often times you outcasted yourself, trying to prove yourself, trying to show them that they shouldn't regret taking you in. It didnt help that as you grew up, you and their oldest son developed some kind of complicated relationship, something neither of you could explain fully. 
So, even though you loved this land, loved your home, with all of your heart, you left. The clan leadership was passed along to another family, and you all packed up your things, boarded your ikrans, and left. The ride was long, and hard, you didn't dare look back at the forest once you crossed the shoreline, fearing that homesickness would overcome you. 
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When you arrived at the metkayina tribe's village, you, along with the entire family, were greeted with a not-so-warm welcome, hostility was laced in every word they said. A woman, clearly pregnant, circled around your family, eyeing all of you down. You unknowingly caught the attention of the only son of the metkayina clan leader. 
“Why have you come upon our land? Forest people belong in the forest” she spoke, hissing out the words, and locking eyes with neytiri. boys behind you grabbed at your tail and arms, yanking you about, commenting on how skinny, how frail it was. Neteyam stepped behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, shooting a look to the greenish-blue boys. 
“We are seeking refuge, and can't stay with the omaticaya clan.” Your father interjected, stepping in front of Neytiri, who was already hissing at the woman for touching tuk. For touching her. Obviously, you all were desperate, the different clans never mixed. 
“Your arms are skinny, along with your tails, you will move very slow in the water. And you have no knowledge of our ways, you all will be like babies.” She grabbed Neytiri's tail, and yanked. You willed yourself not to go forward and push her off. You were just so scared, and so tired, if they didn't accept you, then you would have no where else to go. You clutched neteyams hand tight, just trying to relieve any of the anxiety you had with his presence. 
“We can learn your ways, please. I’m just trying to protect my family.” Jake begged, locking eyes with you for a split second, then with the woman again, they held gazes for a few ominous moments. You stood in the back, wanting to cave in on yourself like a crab. 
“It is settled, my children will give theirs lessons on our ways, and we will give them a home, treat them like your brothers and sisters.”
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It was rough at first, having to abandon all of your traditions, the way you ate, the way you lived, the way you breathed. But as days passed, you got used to it, proving yourself to be a quick learner, catching on to the way of water fairly quickly. You werent as good as tsireya or anuong of course, But you were certainly ahead of lo-ak.
Once the anxiety of moving left you, you were finally able to appreciate the world around. All the unfamiliar excitements that came with a new home. The water that filled your home, the fish, the sand, the plants, the corals, everything was so… beautiful. That was the only word you could use to describe it.
 Often you wished to live under the sea, be part of ey-wa, you grew to be absolutely fascinated with it.  How the ocean could be full of peace, or rage, how it could be as beautiful as it was terrifying. You didn't think that you'd ever been this content before, in a place that you loved, with the people you loved.  
But, there's always a yin to a yang. And for you, that happened to be the children of the clan leaders. Tsireya was kind, and so bubbly, the two of you got along very well, even being able to call yourself somewhat best friends, you would giggle about the sully boys being idiots or gossip about the village and it's people. 
But… anuong and roxto? They were much less than happy to help you and your family, anuong believed that forest people belonged in the forest (like mother like son), and  as roxto idolized his older brother, so did he. While anuong did harbor some strange feeling for you, which made him cut back on his teasing for you (and only you), he still made it a living hell for neteyam, and lo-ak, and kiri. 
They poked fun at the skinniness of your people's arms and legs and tails, bullying lo-ak for having a hard time, at kiri for being a strange girl, and especially at neteyam, just for having you. 
And you. Anuong couldn't find an ounce of reasoning why, but he hated you, because he couldn't stop liking you. Which resulted in only the most loving teasing and bullying from him  and his goonds. You couldn't tell the difference.
They always knew where to find you most of the time, with your head buried in the sand, or sitting on top of corral with a turtle, or picking seaweed for no reason at all. You had the strangest habits.
Like now, you floated on top of the shallow water, a few seashells sunbathing on your back, your hands stuck in the sand below. You didn't even notice the three boys coming up close, commenting on what the hell you thought you were doing. 
“She's looking at the sand! What kind of freak are you?” one of the boys yelled above the water, pulling your tail up, that you did hear. Your head perked up from under the water, and you kicked his hand away from you. Wiping your eyes, you let out a soft
“Huh?” confusion laced through your tone, you stared at the three, anuong stood in the middle, looking strangely meek, while the one pulling at your tail giggled at your “idiocy”, the sight of them towering over you explained enough, and brought fear to you. 
“Huh?” roxto mocked, splaying his hands out “I said- What kind of freak, are. You. “ he repeated, and as you stood up he got close to your face, and placed a hand on your shoulder, sticking his tongue out and hissing. You cowered back, and shrugged his hand off. 
“I’m not a freak.” you spoke, and began walking towards the village and shore, hoping you could lose them, or they would just give up. They didn't, and instead followed you, tugging at your braids, and your tail. 
“Are you sure, looking at stones, playing with fish. Freak.” anuong was the one this time to speak up, pointing at the little pile of seaweed and seashells on the shoreline. He leaned over, and hissed the word in your face, you were on the verge of tears at this point . Footsteps behind him were swift and soft as they came closer. 
“Back off man, leave her alone” Lo-ak smacked him across the back of his head, coming up in front of you to  serve as a barrier from anuong. He'd known that you weren't the most normal person, but it still pissed him off to no end that people like anuong could walk all over you. 
“Awwww, does the freak need her little brother to come and save her?”The boys around teased and pulled on lo-ak, grabbing at his “baby” tail and poking fun at him, lo-ak was dumb, you'd known this since he was young, he was reckless, and didnt think. But, his recklessness made him strong. But also gets him into situations like this. Where the two of you end up in an equal amount of trouble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes , and lo-akabout to set somebody on fire. 
You automatically felt safer seeing neteyam rise frm the ocean waves, clearly hearing the commotion on the beach, he had been out here with you and lo-ak, but the three of you separated for a short moment. Of course anuong had to start something when he wasnt there to protect you. 
“He said, leave her alone” Your mate shoved roxto back from you and set a hand on your shoulder, anuong raised a brow, but hushed his friend when he began mocking you for needing neteyam to come and save you too. The man you loved  locked eyes with you and grabbed your hand, clearly trying to rub it in anuongs face that you were his. Then, he walked, and lo-ak followed. 
“Demon blooded freaks, all of them. You don't belong here.” Anuong hissed, eyes narrowing at the three of you beginning to walk away. You held onto lo-ak, knowing that the remark would set him off the edge further, trying to pull him back when he turned around. He just shook your hand off, and hurried over to anuong. 
You didnt even care to listen to what Lo-ak was saying, knowing damn well that it would just end with him throwing punches, you were proved right when neteyam left a small kiss on your forehead, and sprinted over to jump into the mix. They yanked tails, and ears, and eventually, you sat in the sand and watched, laughing when they wined. 
When both sides had tired out, and anuong and his little trio had run away, neteyam and lo-ak returned, you already had your lecture prepared, which was just a soft version of what Jake and Neytiri would say. 
“What happened to not causing a ruckus? Dad is  going to kill you.”
“I Wouldn't let them talk to you like that, my y/n, not ever.”
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You listened to Your father as he talked to the two boys, which turned out to be a lecture exactly as you had predicted, a-lot of yelling and “yes-sir’s”, you were praying to ey-wa that netetayam wouldnt take the blame again as he usually did, knowing that it would only make things worse. But as usual, he did the exact opposite of what you needed, 
“It was my fault, I started the fight. They called y/n a freak,
 told her she was strange.” He spoke, which only made jake angrier that his boys couldn't control themselves. Although he couldnt really blame neteyam, you were his mate, of course, the two of you hadn't completed the ritual, but you were head over heels for each other. Jake would certainly fight a metkayina boy for Neytiri. Anyday. By the end of the lecture, both lo-ak and neteyam were exhausted. 
“Go apologize, he's the clan leader's son, make it count.” lo-ak huffed at that but still walked out, you did feel bad for him, you always did. But there was nothing you could do to change your dad's mind about this. He would just have to do it. When neteyam began to leave the hut, you started sitting up to go talk to him, not before your father could stop him though. 
“Wait, neteyam. How did those other guys look?” 
“Worse.” 
“Good, thats good.”
You laughed. 
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*extra*
Later that day, when the eclipse darkened the sea, the entire family was all inside, eating dinner and talking about their days. You stayed outside, preferring to watch the fish swim at your feet. You weren't upset, per se, just mildly off-put. You didn't think that anoung hated you THAT much. You did notice the loud footsteps behind you on the wooden peer, clearly belonging to your dad, but you didn't say anything. When he sat next to you, and you lay down with your head in his lap. 
“I heard about what happened today, did they hurt you? I'll beat them myself if they did” He threatened, a way-too serious look on his face for him to be joking. You let out a chuckle nonetheless, letting his hand place itself on the center of your back. 
“No. They just made fun of me.” your voice was hushed, and it was apparent you were at least a little embarrassed by the incident. You didn't think you were a freak, you didn't know as much about this place as the natives did, so you were obviously excited about everything. That's the only reason you liked to collect the seaweed or look at the sand. You let out a sigh. 
“Babygirl?” He spoke, beginning to rub circles into your back in a comforting motion.
“Yeah?” You were relaxed now, being in the arms of the only real father figure you've ever known. You swished your hand in the water  below, watching the glowing little guppies follow it around.
“If one of them boys ever speaks to you like that again, punch them so hard in the nose that they won't be able  breathe for a week.” He threatened, making a fist with his free hand and motioning a punch. You just stared up at him and snickered at how serious he was. 
“Okay, i’ll make sure to do that next time” you laughed at the thought of you even remotely trying to fight, you were good with arrows, knives,  and medicines, but not fists. 
“And if you don't want to, call me, or lo-ak, or even better, 
Neteyam” 
------------------------------------------------------------------------------wrote this at 5AM this morning with no sleep, so the grammar is probably not the best quality, however. ireallylikethisfic and I hope yall do too.
Anyway, thank you so much for requesting, I really REALLY enjoyed writing this, it kinda follows similar scenes in the movie and I really like writing like that.
ALSO, thank you for reading:) Have a great day, bye!
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lvrcpid · 1 year
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modern!neteyam as your boyfriend!
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hhnguyen · 1 year
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life of a traitor
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I’m really sorry if this one seemed a bit messy, because I was trying to convey the feelings from multiple POV’s at the same time instead of just one. ps. i will drown in the Lo’ak x Tsireya ship. My OTP for life. 
♢ Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Oldest daughter!Reader, Lo’ak x Tsireya, Dad!Jake Sully x Lo’ak
♢ Word count: 4k 
♢ Genre: angst, family comfort - Warnings: cursing, Jake being a bad dad for once but we still love him 
⌲ Description: “You have shamed this family.” Words hurt and they sting. Yet you make sure your dad gets to feel that very pain in the wake of Lo’ak’s return. 
M A S T E R L I S T
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“The Sully boy has been found!”
“The oldest is with him! They’re both back!”
You were holding your breath, you realized, as the village got closer. The lit-up lanterns that seemed like mere specks of stars in the night from a distance not long ago now seemingly looming over you with intimidation for what was to come. Both of you were perched on the backs of the Metkayina warrior's mounts that had spotted the two swimming back into the reefs after sending the tulkun off. 
And with Atanzaw flying above your heads, shining in the dark with his bioluminescent marks, it was an easy spotting as an uproar had started. 
Your brother reached the dock first, thanking the one who helped as you followed up shortly after doing the same. 
As if as one, both yours and Lo’ak’s gaze locked onto Ao’nung standing at the very front beside his parents. He was silent, though you didn’t know if that was due to the aftermath of his scolding or guilt for nearly killing your brother.
For his sake, it better had been the latter. 
You merely stood back as Lo’ak was ready to pounce on the boy himself until your dad quickly intervened with raised hands of peace, and you could not stop the disappointed roll of your eyes. 
“Hey…” Jake was trying to make eye contact with him, but sensing how his youngest son was too busy death glaring at the Olo’eyktan’s heir it was a futile try. “Let’s have a look at you.”
“He’s fine, he’s fine. Just a few scratches,” your dad declared, obviously nervous and trying to appear calm. 
“Define fine,” you muttered, not bothering to be too discreet and catching both the eyes of Tonowari and Jake. 
Your mother was next, as she threw herself down on the lower ledge and grabbed Lo’ak by his shoulders, nails probably digging in uncomfortably for a short moment. There was clear distress for her child on her face, but also the aggravation of him getting into trouble again. A very familiar combination when it came to your baby brother, admittedly. 
You still made sure to be closer to him as you stepped up, shoulders just barely brushing your dad’s arm in passing and hovering a mere few inches behind. A silent shield to be used if needed. 
“I pray for the strength that I will not rip the eyeballs out of my youngest son!” She growled with a frustrated grab at his face - Lo’ak did nothing but lean away, face stone cold in all the chaos. 
His indifference was worrying you as you reached out to subtly hook your little pinky around his own. An action that only the two of you and Kiri could do with your extra fingers. His body didn’t reveal anything besides the slight twitch at the touch, but he didn’t pull away, and you took it as a good sign. 
For now. 
“No. My son knows better than to take him outside of the reef,” Tonowari pushed Ao’nung down to his knees by the back of his neck, a sight that gave you immense satisfaction as your lips curled up into a small smirk. “The blame is his.”
Your father was trying his best to de-escalate the situation, you knew that. And although you had a lot to say, things were going smoothly at this point, so they were held back. 
“Okay, let’s go,” Jake accepted it, urging Lo’ak to get a move on and you started to follow until the next words made you freeze in shock. 
“No. This is not Ao’nung’s fault. This was my idea.”
What the fuck was he doing?
Stupid, stupid boy!
Your heart was starting to pump, the disbelief at that flat-out lie from Lo’ak not making it any better. And you made sure to voice it. 
“Lo’ak!” Your hiss was hardly low in volume, or gentle in its approach. It was a harsh, aggressive sound that made several people look as you grabbed your youngest brother’s arm and pulled him to you. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 
You were pretty sure your nails were digging into his skin much more painfully than your mom’s did. 
But as the idiot that he was, he wrenched away from you and continued on as if you hadn’t spoken. “Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it. Really.”
Lie, lie, lies!
The word thundered in your head as you pinched your eyes shut with a rigid sigh. Your parents had so clearly lost their patience as your dad went up first, your mom grabbing Lo’ak either in anger or confusion. “Lo’ak!”
You weren’t sure of anything, to be honest. 
“I’m sorry,” he finally finished. 
“Come on,” Jake’s voice was sternly laced with exhaustion as you both followed him.  “I got this one.”
How many times hadn’t you heard that sentence? 
There was a tense moment of silence as your family walked away, but Tuk was absent you noticed. Which was a good thing in itself, supposedly. She didn’t need to see this ugly side of your family so young - there were certain moments for learning, whereas others would just create minimal trauma. Just like now. 
“Dad, you told me to make friends with these kids, that was what I was trying to do-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” 
You cautiously straightened up at the apparent held-back anger and glanced at your mom, hoping she might help to diffuse the situation. But her glare was still firmly settled on Lo’ak, as you licked your lips anxiously. 
This situation was not reached its peak yet, the comprehension of the current mood washing over you. 
“Dad…”
“You brought shame to this family.”
It felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs and stones beings violently shoved in their stead, eyes widening at the horrible words your dad…no, Jake Sully just blatantly said to your brother. 
Because this was not the dad that you knew. 
How could he? 
Saying such words when Lo’ak was already struggling with himself. 
Couldn’t they see that? 
It was so clear, your confusion nearly befuddled you enough, but not quite.
Because your anger was there. Simmering, boiling - ready to erupt at any moment - because this wasn’t fair.
Your baby brother was being so strong. 
Oh, how his expression squeezed your heart almost painfully. The way his shoulders just only drooped before straightening back up and fists clenching as his cold mask slipped back over the hurt that had been there only for a single second. 
“Can I go now?”
Don’t go. Please, don’t go. 
“Any more trouble I’ll tie a knot in your tail, you read me?”
Stop.
“Yes sir.”
Just fucking stop.  
With a flick of his eyes, your dad dismissed Lo’ak like he was one of his soldiers, and as you tried to reach out for him, your baby brother ignored you with a visible lean away. 
An action that hurt you more than you realized until now. 
“Where were you?” Your mom spoke for the first time, turning to Neteyam. 
Someone that had nothing to do with this whole fiasco. 
“Yeah, what happened to keep an eye on your brother?” 
You spoke before he could. “Where were you?”
Both of your parents turned to look, identical frowns on their faces as they stared you down at your tone. But you would not budge at their intimidation. 
“Excuse me?”
“How could you?” 
“Y/N this is not the time for one of your tirades again.”
The disbelieving laugh that you let out was so out of character that even Kiri’s eyes widened warily. 
Your sister was someone who often silently observed those around you. And she knew that at this point there was no going back. You were clearly losing it. 
“Y/N…” Your mom noticed the same, sensing the seams of your sensibility started to fray at the edges as you and Jake were locked in a stare-down. 
You grinned widely, all teeth on show as your arms spread to the side. “You know what? Thank you for suggesting that dad! I would love to actually!”
Tirades were your favorite part time after all. 
His eyes narrowed dangerously, a finger hovering in the air as Jake hissed in a breath before muttering out harshly - his eyes flickering to the curious audience gathering at your volume. “Watch yourself, young lady.” 
“Why?” Your reply was all but spat out. “Are you embarrassed? Ashamed perhaps?”
“Y/N, you do not speak to your father like that!” Your mom’s voice snapped up, gaze hard with a hint of surprise which you assumed was due to your attitude. 
Admittedly a side that you had never shown before. Or at least managed to hold back in tense moments. 
“Why the hell not?!” your words were met by the gasps of Kiri and Neteyam at the audacity, but they were easily ignored as you whirled to look at your father. 
He had his lips peeled back in a mid-snarl, his animalistic side coming out to warn you of the hierarchy in this family.
“You always speak to us like that! Whenever your emotions are too much to handle and you lash out at us. You say it’s our fault all disguised under your excuse of being a worried parent!”
“Lo’ak is fourteen, dad!” Making sure you had his attention you stepped closer. “Four-teen. He’s fourteen and already thinks he’s a fucking failure - and do you wanna know why that is?” there was no pause in your words as you threw them at his face. “Because of you.”
“You do not get to talk to me this way, Y/N,” Jake was clenching his jaw to the point he was sure his teeth would shatter. “I am your father-”
“-what father tells their child they’re ashamed of them?” You offered him a bitter smile. “The one I know sure as hell doesn’t.”
“Your brother made his choice. These are the consequences that follow-” your dad was having a hard time holding back with the way his voice raised mid-sentence before forcefully stopping himself and releasing a breath. “-that follow along with his actions. I am trying to teach him a lesson.”
“Did you ask him?”
“What?”
“Did. You. Ask. Him?”
Jake sighed in frustration, his hands coming up to grasp at empty air. “What are you talking about?” 
“Did you even bother to ask your son whose fault this really was?” you weren’t interested in hearing his answer. “Do you even know your son? Because I do, and do you wanna know why again? Because I damn well pay attention!”
The laugh coming out of your dad made chills appear on your skin, but you were already far too deep in to turn back. Things were already fucked up, then why not cross the line a little more. 
“Okay then, you little smartass. Are you telling me I don’t care about my own kid?”
He thought he had you there.
 “Caring and knowing are two very different things.” This time you were the one who had him. Shutting down his own retort. 
“You say you love us. You say you care for us. But also that we worry you, and that we disappoint you. Fine - that’s fine dad. But you don’t get to say that we have shamed you.”
For once during this entire duration, you hesitated. 
Your next words were waiting on the tip of your tongue, heavy and loaded - something you didn’t want to say, but a part of you needed to let them out. To let your dad, or even Jake Sully, the former marine soldier hear them to his face from someone close to him.
To feel the same stabbing pain that Lo’ak most certainly did earlier. 
Your aggressive protectiveness came victorious. 
So you let them loose. 
“You don’t get to say that; because we’re not the ones who betrayed an entire race to be where we are.”
Jake stumbled back in shock as if those very words had shot him right in the chest and he couldn’t stop them. Stop the truth that they were covered in. 
It was like a pin dropped in the heavy silence that followed between the loose circle your family stood in. Your mother for the first time in her life since giving birth to you hissed in protectiveness over her mate - at her own daughter - your brother sprung to your side and twisted you away with a snarl of your name, in warning, not scolding. Whereas Kiri remained still, eerie gaze never leaving you.
However, you weren’t done. 
“Hurts doesn’t it?” your voice croaked as Jake’s eyes slowly raised to meet yours. “Words.”
You left without saying anything else.
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Warm. Gentle. Comforting and so loving.
Tsireya’s hold on his hands was always a welcoming feeling. 
Her touch seemed to ground him more than he sometimes realized. A feeling that was unfamiliar to him mostly, and one that always reminded him of you. 
But right now, with the two of them sitting on a boulder on the edge of a patchy space of grass and gazing out into the star covered night together, it was a touch that calmed the stabbing hurt from earlier and made the night all more bearable. 
Lo’ak had no idea how many hours that passed since the chaos that had ensued after returning with you. His hearing basically stopped working after his dad’s true feelings had slapped him in the face with their words - that stung more than an actual slap would have. 
He would have rather taken that slap. 
“Are you okay?” Tsireya’s voice was soft and light, so sweet in its tone that he couldn’t even stop the small smile on his face after the tumultuous day. 
“I will be,” he admitted honestly. He would always be somewhat okay after a few days, that was the truth. 
The real question was if he would ever heal from it. That one he wasn’t so sure about. 
Lo’ak might not have been mistreated or even abused by his family. A minimum that was expected for a happy life. Because in a certain perspective, he was fortunate in the life that he did have. 
Two caring, protective parents. 
Four loving siblings. 
A grandmother for Tsahik. 
And a home. Kind off. 
Then why didn’t he feel fortunate?
“You can always rely on me, you know that right?” 
Eywa. How beautiful her large eyes looked staring up at him from her place, where her head was previously leaned on his shoulder. 
They were sparkling, he swore. The aquamarine color of them stood out even more in the darkness surrounding them. The bioluminescent lights of nature surrounding them made her all the more ethereal in his gaze.
So large and so loving and caring in the way they always looked at him. 
And not for the first time, Lo’ak found his own gaze wavering - flickering down lower on her face and to her lips, which were adorably pulled down in a slightly concerned pout for him. 
They might be young, just fourteen-year-old kids still growing. But he wasn’t stupid or ignorant at his age. He was well versed in romantic feelings and commitment to your partners, and how to cherish each other if the right one ever did appear. 
And his dad made good on his promise to teach them all about teenage hormones and urges, and how to control them in a respectful manner. To know when it was too early to start exploring what he wanted or not. 
Lo’ak wanted to kiss her. He knew that. It wasn’t a secret. 
But it was too early. And in the aftermath of his falling out with his parents, it seemed too…raw. 
He didn’t want to use someone he was growing to care more for each day as a way of making himself feel better. 
And Tsireya deserved better, being the kindhearted person she was. And he wasn’t quite there to give it to her yet. 
But one day, he hoped he would be. 
“Thank you,” was all he managed to say in reply offering a small tug of his lips as she stared at him for a moment longer before turning away, the clear tell of redness on the tip of her ears as she realized their proximity for the first time. 
He didn’t see a reason to tease her about it, not wanting to break the serenity that they were currently in. It was somewhat possible to block everything that happened. 
He did say somewhat. 
The rustling of bushes becoming louder made both of them straighten up and turn back, only to see Jake coming closer in a slow yet determined stride. 
Lo’ak felt his heart starting to beat faster, a sudden change from the steady calm it had managed to find in the last couple of hours. 
The reality was catching up to him again at the appearance of his father. 
Tsireya turned to look at him with her concerned wide eyes again, he didn’t manage to answer her before his dad had reached them - but Lo’ak didn’t expect to notice the nervous fiddle of his hands as Jake stopped only a few feet away. 
“Hey kids-” his pause was out of character. “Do you mind if I speak to my son a bit, Tsireya?”
As if Lo’ak couldn’t fall for the girl more than he already did. Because instead of letting the presence of his father and Toruk Makto completely intimidate her, she turned to him first; Silently asking if he wanted her to leave. 
Jake seemed to be surprised himself, although pleasantly so. He has been so used to everyone outside of his family doing most things at his beck and call, both as a clan leader and war hero. He had clearly underestimated the relationship between the two young teens in front of him. 
Tsireya stood to leave quickly at the assuring nod of Lo’ak, before parting with a polite smile in Jake’s direction and going back to the village with one last look over her shoulder. 
There was a moment of complete stillness before Jake came and sat down on the space previously occupied next to Lo’ak. The boy didn’t even bother to acknowledge his father, simply staring out at the lapping water, shoulders hunched over. 
His two braids on the side of his face felt like the only shield to cover him as he let them hang, avoiding eye contact firmly. 
Jake let out a heavy sigh, having already expected the cold behavior of his youngest son. 
He didn’t blame him either. 
He had acted like a grade-A asshole, with the biggest A to exist in the universe. And towards his own child too. 
Jake Sully has never claimed parenthood to be easy in any way. It was a hard, taxing journey that he obviously was still trying to learn from. It was a road that never stopped no matter how old his kids got. He would always be a father, but he’s admittedly been a shit one as of late. 
And that wasn’t only according to you. 
Your words had hurt. Like a damn punch to his face. Or ten. 
That was true - Neytiri knew it too. And that made him think and regret. If those words stung him as they did, how much had he hurt his own kid by saying something he didn’t even mean?
Not really at least. 
Jake had been angry at the moment. Pissed off, to be honest. But it was also the overwhelming worry of his kid’s disappearance that made him act out. But it was no excuse for anything he had said.
You were still avoiding him. Well, ignoring is more like it. Which was even worse. Besides your siblings, you were actively shutting out the presence of both him and Neytiri despite their tries in the last few hours to speak. 
Kiri was the one to voice out your thoughts. “She won’t speak unless Lo’ak forgives you first.”
Was it strange that Jake was still proud of you? You owned the same pride he did as a young marine and his first moments on Pandora. 
An unyielding pride that often got him in trouble. 
But for you, it was a pride that protected your siblings even against your own parents. 
“You know, sometimes I think you deserve a better dad.”
Lo’ak didn’t reply, but the shift in his body assured Jake that he was paying attention. 
“I never wanted kids. Never even thought of having them until I met your mother. The world was already shitty enough as it was, so I didn’t see a point in bringing new life into it. And after my injury, that thought cemented.”
“Well, I’m sorry for ending up being your kid,” his low mutter was an inner thought not ever planning to see the light of day. Especially in front of the man himself. But he couldn’t stop himself. 
Jake let out a shuddering breath, finally realizing how deep this…trauma his youngest son was experiencing. And you had been right again; it was all his fault. 
“No, no Lo’ak,” moving closer, his son didn’t resist as he gently grabbed the back of his nape to push their foreheads together. 
Despite his bitter words, his body still relaxed at the comforting feeling. Because it was obvious - even after everything, he still loved his dad. Still craved the comforts of his protective touches, and his overpowering hugs that were rare but much needed whenever offered. 
“I’m sorry, son,” Jake whispered, eyes clenched shut and voice wavering with tears. “I have not been the father you needed since the war started, I know that now. I will try to improve, and I can’t promise I won’t fuck up further in the coming days, but I will never not love you.”
“Dad…”
Lo’ak wanted to cry. 
And in the protective embrace of his dad, he did. He let those long held tears flow loose, dripping down his cheeks and starting to obscure his vision as his breath started to heave at the force of it all. 
“What I said wasn’t true. I am proud of the man you’re starting to grow into, and you have never shamed this family. I am the one who should be ashamed, never you.” 
“I-I am sorry-”
“Stop saying sorry,” Jake demanded pulling his son closer. “Your sister was right. My burdens should not fall on your shoulders. You’re still young and deserve to be a child, not a soldier. So I am sorry.”
Pressing his lips against the crown on his youngest boy’s head, Jake only held him as his silent tears turned into soft sobs. All the pain and hurt that he had bottled up because of him, finally being lifted off his young shoulders that should have never been born them to begin with. 
“Will you ever forgive your old man of his faults?” His dad asked after several minutes he finished crying, his deep voice hoarse with nerves. 
Lo’ak had no idea how long his meltdown lasted, only letting out everything in the presence of his dad without restraint until he had no more tears left. It could have been five minutes or ten. Who knew at this point? 
“You’re my dad…” he had whispered in return. “I will always forgive you.”
There was a thankful smile on Jake’s face, wrinkles crinkling in the corners of his wet eyes. “Then you’re a far better person than I have ever been. Thank you.”
He swallowed, and for the first time in a while, his next words had never been more genuine than at this moment. 
“I love you, dad.”
There was a firm, warm squeeze around his body at hearing that. 
“God, I love you too, kiddo. So much you don’t even know.”
Maybe he’d been mistaken after all. 
Lo’ak doubted this would be the end of their turmoils because life came with them. It was just how it was; parents get angry at their kids, siblings get angry at each other and vice versa. 
It was expected, but at least from now on he would be assured of his parents’ love for him, and their presence would be constant and there whenever he would need them despite their own faults as people.
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atxxokirina · 8 months
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Seven Deadly Sins.
Gluttony.
noun • habitual greed or excess in eating
Lo'ak x Fem Na'vi Reader | 18+, MDNI
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Contains: SMUTTY SMUT, pussy eating and fingering, dom Lo'ak, denial and edging, squirting, very VERY slight mention of somnophilia at the end, i think that's everything .
Author's note / plot: I decided to do a series based off of the Seven deadly sins, which are pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. I have plans for multiple fics including each sin, and each one will consist of different Avatar characters. <3 hopefully you all love this idea as much as I do!
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It was no secret that Lo'ak loved eating pussy— yours, of course. He worshipped it. Obsessed with your tangy slick, the way it pulsated around his fingers and tongue, and your perfect little clit.
Lo'ak squeezes the plush of your thighs, holding them open as you struggle to stay still. "Stop moving mama, let me finish eating this cute pussy." He mumbles on your cunt, half of his tongue meeting with your spongey walls as he suctioned your clit. "I-I'm trying..!" You gasp, followed by a moan. He's been at this for Eywa knows how long. You feel so you numb and sensitive. "Lo'ak, please.. I-I can't cum again." You whined. Trying to scoot your hips back, but to no avail. He simply growls, sending vibrations to your cunt which just made your hips fall back. "I'm not done with my meal yet, mama." He teases in a low tone, smacking your mound, resulting in a high pitched whimper. "Stop.." You breathe out, fighting back another orgasm. Lo'ak scoffs, repositioning himself. He scissors your folds open with two digits, kitten licking the puddle of wetness that spread onto your thighs.
"You know.." He starts, teasing your entrance with his fingers. "I thought I told you about telling me what to do," you hum, followed by a whimper. Looking down, you see a dark look in his eyes. Darker than usual. "L-Lo'ak, what are you doing.." He ignores you. "..because, I'm in charge here, and not you, yeah?" He emphasizes the last word with a huff, plunging his long fingers into you, curling them up and reaching your sweet spot. Your eyes shut themselves closed. Breath shuddering while needy moans fall from your mouth. "Mmmm!" You squeal, tears began to form in your eyes as his digits pounded you nonstop. "I'm- cumming! I'm gonna cum, oh shit.." You feel your heartbeat pattern change drastically as your lower core tightens. "Yeah mama, squirt in my fucking mouth. Let go for daddy." He quickens his pace, jamming his digits into your sweet spot even more as he makes out with the rest of your cunt.
Your body lets go. Thighs shaking as the clear liquid spews out of your pussy, eyes rolling back while you grip Lo'ak's head. Pushing him down. He catches your squirt in his mouth, swallowing without hesitation. "Fuuck," Lo'ak groans as he slurps the residue off, listening to your moans die down as you pant. He lets your thighs go, climbing on top of you. "Wake up." He grumbles, cuppping your cheek, moving your face from either side. "I don't care if you're passed out, mama. I'm still gonna eat." Was the last thing you heard before he went back down..
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wheneclipsefalls · 10 months
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Lesson Learned
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Masterlist   ao3   Part 2
Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo’ak (22)
Summary: You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.
Warnings: explicit (MINORS DO NO INTERACT), rough sex, creampie, p in v, spanking, blowjob, oral, dom/sub undertones, power imbalance, slight degradation, praise kink, sir kink, established relationship, male x female x male threesome
A/N: This is definitely the flithiest smut I have ever written. Nervous about this one so please be kind <3
[Yawne = beloved]
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“Ow! I said I’m sorry!” You plead and whimper in pain while trying to detach the strong grip Lo’ak has on the base of your queue. His pace is relentless, dragging you along by your queue as angry huffs leave his flared nostrils. 
“Save it.” Lo’ak hisses before you finally reach the entrance of Neteyam’s marui. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you anticipate the scolding and punishment that is to come. Your small fingers fiddle with your loincloth that Lo’ak barely gave you time to throw on before dragging you away. He yanks you past the doorway, grip unyielding. 
Neteyam’s ears flick and tail swish at the sound of you two entering. He quickly turns away from his task of sharpening his knife to gaze at both of you. There is a look shared between the two brothers that holds a message you are not privy to. This is never a good sign, especially when it causes a heavy sigh to escape from Neteyam’s lungs. 
“What did she do now?” The eldest Sully brother asks, looking between the two of you. If Lo’ak’s anger at your disobedience is anything to go off of you know that Neteyam won’t be far behind once he learns what you have done. 
“Go on and tell him, yawne. Tell Neteyam what I found you doing.” Lo’ak’s voice holds the undertone of the smirk on his lips. Although he is upset, you can tell that he is looking forward to putting you back in your place. He revels in holding this power over you, in making you submit and truth be told you’re eager to bring those fantasies to life once again. The brothers can be rough and strict, sometimes giving you rules to follow that make you pout and curse their names but at the end of the day you know your body yearns for more. There is no greater pleasure than being between the two of them, taking whatever they desire like a good girl, falling apart underneath their touch.  
Lo’ak powerfully tugs your queue, a warning to concede to his order before things get worse. 
“I was…I was touching myself.” Your ocean blue eyes don’t dare to meet Neteyam’s gaze as your ears pin back against your curly hair. Still, you can feel the radiating intensity filling the room, capturing the air from your lungs. 
“Oh yawne, what are we going to do with you?” Neteyam sighs with almost a fond tone, but you know better than to be fooled by it. He is playing with you. Letting your mind swirl with anticipation of what is to come. 
“Needy little pussy can’t last even a week without getting some attention.” Lo’ak mocks as Neteyam stands to his full height, reaching past the two to close the flaps of the marui. Your cheeks tint a dark red, but you know there is some truth to Lo’ak’s teasing. You were already being punished for your misbehavior the week before. Neteyam and Lo’ak taking away your orgasms for a whole week to teach you a lesson. You were never allowed to touch yourself, unless it was for their amusement, but you got desperate over the last few days. It seemed that the brothers were aiming for you to mess up as they teased you at every opportunity possible. 
“Perhaps you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.” Neteyam’s dark timber sends shivers down your spine. His warm breath is right against the shell of your ear and his braids hang and tickle at your neck. 
“Nete, I’m sorry!” You whine, but your apology holds no weight for the older brother. You quickly turn your big blue eyes up towards Lo’ak, hoping to find better luck there. “Lo’ak please! I’ll be a good girl.”
“Good girls know better than to play with what doesn’t belong to them.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes hold a mischievous and alluring lust. He is too far gone to accept apologies now. There is no escape. There never was when it came to breaking the rules. Neteyam and Lo’ak rule you with a firm hand, delighting in your submission. 
“Lo’ak’s right, babygirl. It seems that no matter what we do, you insist on being a naughty slut.” The two lead you to the middle of the room as you pout. One harsh look from Neteyam tells you all you need to know. Without a word you sheepishly strip off your beaded top and untie the frilled loincloth before tossing them to the side. 
Despite the long night ahead of you, a thrilled burst of arousal coils in your stomach as you are naked and on display before them. Those twin sets of hungry golden eyes never fail to make you feel vulnerable and small, yet you can’t get enough. You can already feel the wetness gathering between your legs, some still left over from your time spent pleasuring yourself. 
“On your knees, babygirl.” Neteyam orders and you quickly comply. They circle around you slowly like vultures, keening in on their prey. At this point you might as well be prey, hunted down and trapped in the den of creatures much more powerful than you. Your eyes follow their strong toned bodies from your place on the ground. They catch on the new tattoo Lo’ak has running along his hips. The younger Sully does not miss your interest and winks in response. 
“We need a punishment that is going to last. Something that will remind our slutty princess to stop rutting against things like a bunny in heat.” Neteyam muses, although you are sure they have already decided on your fate. A small squeak escapes your lips when you feel a slim tail brush against your bum. 
“Well her ass has lost some of that pretty red glow from last week.” Lo’ak chuckles and you can already see Neteyam’s smirk forming. 
“Would be a shame to keep it that way.” The eldest responds, sealing your doom. Lo’ak drags you from the ground and makes quick work of bending you over the tall table. Your feet swing above the woven floor of the marui, unable to find purchase. Despite your better judgment, you try to weasel your way out of another spanking. You were just barely getting to a point where you could sit down without wincing. 
“Please no more! It still hurts!” You beg while twisting to cover your upturned ass with one hand. Lo’ak pins both of your wrists to your lower back with one hand, ignoring the doe eyes you send him in search of pity. You can feel the pressing bulge from his loincloth against your ass, wrapping your coil of arousal tighter. 
“But your bum looks so pretty with my red handprints.” Lo’ak mockingly coos while shifting his hips along the plush of your rear. Neteyam is nowhere to be seen with your restricted view but you have no time to ponder on that before a harsh smack is delivered to your rear. The pain ripples along your skin with a familiarity that you dread. 
Lo’ak brings his hand down again with brutal force and this time you can’t keep in the whimper that was strangling your throat. The younger Sully brother sets a pattern and pace that is unpredictable, taking random breaks to rub over and appreciate the flush of your skin before randomly starting back up again. You wreath and squirm underneath the blows but his rough hands keep you in place without struggle. 
Tears well up behind your blue orbs, threatening to fall along your cheeks pathetically. Suddenly Neteyam comes into view, beaded braids knocking against the wooden table. A gleeful smile curves along his lips. He doesn’t say a word before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Lo’ak pauses his assault on your ass to run a finger along your soaked folds. 
Your soft moan is swallowed by Neteyam’s greedy kiss. It starts off sweet and gentle, caressing your lips with a sincerity and care that has your heart fluttering. This, however, starts to shift as his tongue invades your mouth and Lo’ak’s thumb finds your clit. Lo’ak rubs at your clit with expertise till your legs are shaking from the stimulation. You can scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring your mouth leisurely, occasionally biting at your bottom lip with sharp canines. 
The table shifts as you rut your hips back against Lo’ak’s skilled fingers. Neteyam slips a hand over to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss further. The pleasure becomes dizzying; overwhelming. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, having been lingering since Lo’ak soiled it earlier with his appearance. The younger Sully seems to pick up on this information as his efforts increase, two fingers spreading your slick lips to expose your clit to his view, rubbing at it with urgency. 
It becomes more difficult to kiss Neteyam back as your brain is overloaded with white hot pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to nip and bite at your lips until they are pink and swollen. Lo’ak continues the assault on the sensitive bud while slipping one finger past your entrance. The combined sensation is enough to push you over the edge. Neteyam swallows your obscene noises as Lo’ak rides you through the orgasm. 
Coming down from the high is an absolute relief, your body sore but happy from finally getting to release all of the pent up sexual energy from the last few days. 
A sharp slap to your ass breaks you out of the trance and has you unintentionally sinking your teeth into Neteyam’s bottom lip. You’re not sure when Lo’ak pulled out his finger and decided to restart the spanking but your body is already humming with overwhelming sensations. The coppery taste of blood tickles at your tongue and you’re not sure if it is yours or Neteyam’s as both of your lips are swollen and red. 
Neteyam pulls back and beams at you. Lo’ak spanks your ass without hesitation. Slap after slap brings a new hue to your skin that he enjoys seeing. It’s not long before he gets to see the mark of his handprint on your pretty ass. 
“Please Lo’ak! Please!” You babble with streaming tears. However it is Neteyam who responds while Lo’ak continues the spanking. 
“Ah ah ah baby, you have better manners than that.” Neteyam tutted, knuckles grazing along your flushed cheek. 
“Please sir!” You correct yourself. 
“I don’t know, mama. Spanked your ass red last time and it was still not enough to keep this pussy under control.” Lo’ak accentuated the words with a brutal smack. Your red skin is hot beneath his hands as they freely explore your ass. Neteyam casually perches on the edge of the table. 
“Perhaps she needs a different type of persuasion.” Neteyam draws out while running the tip of his fingers from your clit to your entrance. His blue fingers become stained with the sticky arousal and cum leftover from your first climax. He hums in satisfaction while licking them clean. Hooded eyes look down at your tear stained face before smirking devilishly. Lo’ak runs his blunt nails along your red ass in amusement. Once again you are left out of the mix as the two brothers seem to come to a conclusion silently. 
Neteyam pulls you off the table and back against his chest, bulge poking against your burning backside. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, to keep you in place. 
“Such a pretty girl.” Lo’ak coos, drinking in the sight of you. His fingertips dance along the edges of your ribcage before expert thumbs sweep over your hard nipples. Your whimpers fill the marui as Lo’ak mercilessly tugs and pinches at the sensitive points. Neteyam’s cock twitches in his loincloth at your sweet desperate sounds. As you try to twist away from the onslaught, Neteyam smacks your outer thigh then uses one muscular arms to wrap around your waist. 
“I-it hurts.” Your complaint turns into a little squeal when Lo’ak twists one of your nipples harshly. 
“Poor thing.” Lo’ak mocks with a feigned pout. Neteyam’s chest vibrates against your back into a deep chuckle. Once your peaks are red and hard enough for his approval Lo’ak steps back to gawk at his work. 
“What do you say, babygirl?” Neteyam prompts you.
“Thank you, sir.” Your breathy voice is hardly more than a whisper. Lo’ak rewards you with a stroke to the cheek anyways. 
“You know how to thank me properly, mama.” 
You can feel your slick now coating your thighs, dripping down to your knees visibly but all your attention is focused on the hardon pressing against Lo’ak’s loincloth. The second Neteyam releases you from his grasp you are obediently falling to your knees and crawling over to Lo’ak. You instantly go to untie the knots of his loincloth but are stopped by four fingered hand slapping you away. 
“Already forgot what we’ve taught you, huh? Can’t think straight with your pussy all wet?”
A dark red stains your cheeks to match your ass and as if in response, you can feel your entrance fluttering and leaking in search of attention. 
“Please can I suck your cock, sir? Want it so bad.” You bat your eyelashes up at Lo’ak knowing how much he enjoys the sight. It’s a conscious effort not to squeeze your thighs together or rut against the marui floor at this point. The burning flame in your core has risen to a raging fire once again that needs to be quenched. Still, orgasms are privileges for good girls as Neteyam often reminds you, so there is no telling how much they will make you suffer. 
“How can I say no to a face like that?” 
That is all the confirmation you require before eagerly undoing the knots and throwing the loincloth aside. His long member slaps up against his stomach, the lines of his new tattoo creating an alluring path to the hard cock already sporting a bead of precum on the head. Your coiled arousal tightens at the sight. No matter how many times you’ve seen the bulging veins and bulbous head you can’t help but thirst after him in such a primal manner. 
You try to kiss and tease at the head but you forget that this is punishment; not playtime. Lo’ak grabs your hair and forces his length down your throat till your nose hits his navel. His thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue and fills your throat so fully that it is difficult to get out shaky breaths. Lo’ak gives little time for you to adjust before he is fucking your face, using your mouth as a tight cocksleeve for his pleasure. 
“Agh that’s it, mama. Such a good little cockslut for us.” Lo’ak’s fringed rough voice spurs you onward even though he is the one completely taking control of your movements. You know the sight of you is degrading and humiliating and yet you crave to be their little toy, there to please them in any way possible. You can already tell by the way the head of his cock is hitting the back of your throat that your voice will be raspy for the next few days. Lo’ak’s eyes are hooded as he looks down to see you staring up at him innocently with tears creasing out of the corners of your eyes. The sight is almost too much to bear and it has him increasing the pace to something almost impossible to accommodate. 
You let out a small squeak when Neteyam grasps your hips from behind and pulls them back. His loincloth is gone, deposited somewhere in the mix and you can feel him running the head of his member up and down your sticky folds. The eldest Sully lets out an audible groan as he sees your arousal already dribbling onto his hard cock. The view only gets better as you desperately curve your back and push your ass up to reveal your aching pussy that greatly complement the red handprints along your cheeks. Neteyam kicks your thighs further apart, greedily wanting you to present every last inch of yourself to him. 
“One cock not enough for you, babygirl? Your pussy feeling a little left out?” Neteyam purrs, thick accent cloaking the words. You can’t see it but you know that the dangerous lustful light is gleaming in his eyes, signaling his surrender to the primal desires that plague his mind. You try to gurgle out some form of confirmation but with Lo’ak’s member in your throat it is simply a whining moan that increases the stimulating pleasure for the younger Sully brother. 
“I’d take that as a yes, bro.” Lo’ak chuckles but it comes out between gritted teeth, voice heavy with ecstasy. You can scarcely hear Neteyam’s soft chuckle over the ringing in your ears as your mouth is invaded over and over again. At this point you are rutting back against Neteyam mindlessly, only stopped by a harsh slap on your rear. 
The mushroom tip teases at your entrance before slowly slipping past the rim. You whimper as your pussy takes his thick length in inch by inch. Neteyam’s eyes blow out till there is only a thin rim of gold outlining his pupils. The lewd sight of your greedy pussy practically sucking him in has a feral growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t stop till he is buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him against your cervix, filling you to the brim. Impaled on both sides by their thick lengths you can hardly breathe, let alone think.  
“So tight, babygirl. Little cunt squeezing me so good.” Neteyam hisses, fingers digging into your hips. 
“She’s just so happy to be filled, aren’t ya mama?” Lo’ak halts his movements in favor of pressing your face against his pelvis once again to see you choke and squirm. One pelvis pressed against your ass and another along your freckled nose, you whine in a mixture of pain and euphoria. 
“Our good little slut, finally getting what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam’s baritone hums in amusement as he slowly pulls out till only the tip is caught on your rim. Without warning his hips slam forward and fill you completely in one fluid motion. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and before you know it Lo’ak is following his brother’s pace. They slam into you from each side at a jackhammer pace. The pleasure of your sweet spot being hit by Neteyam’s cock at each thrust coalesces with the pain of Lo’ak’s banging into the back of your throat. 
It’s a painful yet erotic dance that flows through your senses as you try to keep up with the movements. You whine at the increased soreness that comes from Neteyam’s hips slapping lewdly against your tender ass. Lo’ak on the other hand has a firm grip on your hair as he continues to use your mouth without a second thought. You are an absolute gagging whimpering mess with swollen lips, tear stained cheeks and an obvious glow on your rear and both men revel in the image. 
Your legs and arms tremble with the challenge of not collapsing beneath you. 
“That’s it that’s it. So close, gonna cum down your throat, mama.” Lo’ak groans, head thrown back in pleasure. “You want my cum, yawne? Gonna savor every drop like the good girl I know you can be?”
A mewl escapes the back of your sore throat, trying to beg with your eyes for exactly that. Neteyam’s brutal pounding of your sweet spot has your head in a blurry haze but you can recognize your desire to be a good girl. You want to make Lo’ak proud as you swallow all of his sticky seed. 
“That’s what I thought.” The words barely escape his lips before his cock is twitching and squirting white cum down your throat. He holds your head in place firmly, not allowing you to move away but you don’t try to anyway. You suck greedily, trying to breath as your gag around his member. The sticky substance is salty and thick but you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. Once his moans of ecstasy die down, Lo’ak’s pulls out from your mouth with a ‘pop’. 
“Swallow.” You immediately obey, throat aching at the simple gulp. Long fingers grasp your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Open. Tongue out, mama.”
Your tongue is stuck out to show you’ve swallowed, all the while little distorted moans leave your open mouth, still stimulated by the brutal fucking of your pussy by the eldest brother. His smooth words of praise become only white noise as you reach the tip of your peak. Neteyam feels the way you naturally clench around him and takes it as his cue to reach underneath and massage your clit. 
“G-gonna cum aah need to cum! Please sir!” You’re not sure which brother you are asking for permission from but it’s Neteyam that growls out an answer.
“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. Give it all to me.” His breathy command sends you over the edge. Stars dance along the outlines of your vision as you cum for the second time. “Fucking hell! I swear you’re trying to milk my cock, yawne.” Neteyam groans but you are too far gone to process his words. His thrusts ride you out through your climax. 
Insistent fingers still thrum at your clit as you come down from the high and a whimper escapes your lips at the overstimulation. Neteyam doesn’t let up, the sound of slapping skin only becoming louder as he ruts into you aggressively. 
“Too much! S’too much! Nete please!” You plead but Lo’ak is quick to shut you up. He kneels and forcefully takes you into a heated kiss. 
“This is punishment, babygirl. It’s not for you to decide.” 
There are no words that can be formed in response with your hazy focus and even if there were, Lo’ak has your mouth occupied again. His kiss is sharper, more demanding than his older brother’s. You struggle to stay present in it with the whiny gasps that push from your throat. You grasp at Lo’ak’s broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, your legs already on the verge of giving out. 
The tendrils of oversensitivity wrap and weave their way through your veins, demanding every ounce of your attention. Lo’ak’s kiss is failing to restrain your begging pleas, but he shushes you tenderly with praises as Neteyam chases his own high. 
“I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy just how you like it, babygirl.” Neteyam’s pace is practically ripping the air from your lungs at this point, expertly finding that spongy spot inside of you with ease. “Fill you up till my cum is leaking down your thighs. Always such a messy thing afterwards, aren’t you?” 
Lo’ak begins to attack your neck with open mouthed kisses and you take the opportunity to gasp for air before responding to the eldest brother. 
“Yes sir! Feels so good, please don’t stop!” You screech, hands clawing at Lo’ak’s shoulders hard enough to draw trickles of blood. Lucky for you Lo’ak barely flinches as he leaves hickeys along the column of your neck. You knew these are going to be more marks that have the other males of the clan staring at you, but there is nothing that seems to satiate Lo’ak’s oral fixation and marking kink. 
“Then cum for me again, yawne. Be a good slut and cum on this dick again.” His demand tempts you to protest but Lo’ak slaps your ass in warning before you even open your mouth to speak. Neteyam rubs at your clit fiercely without reprieve and that overwhelming stimulation is washing over you again like a wave. Your climax comes without your permission and it has your mouth open in a silent scream. 
Rope of sticky seed paint the inside of your walls, Neteyam’s hand leaving crescent shaped indents on your left hip. A cacophony of whimpers and growls stir together to fill the marui along with the squelching sounds of your tight pussy taking him in.
 “Good fucking girl.” Neteyam rumbles, finally halting his hips before sliding out of you.You collapse into Lo’ak’s arms as the aftershock of the orgasm shakes at your nerves. Neteyam spreads your legs widely to admire his work while you are cradled and shushed in Lo’ak’s lap. You can feel the white cum dribbling past your entrance only to have Neteyam collect the seed with his thumb and push it back inside your pussy. 
Lo’ak pets at your hair fondly while you bury your face against his stripped thighs. The two give you a short reprieve as you pant into Lo’ak’s lap. Hope that you have proven yourself starts to form and fester but that quickly dies when you are manhandled to lay on your back. 
“Still one last bit of punishment that needs to be dished out, babygirl.” Neteyam softly pets your parted thighs. 
“Something to make sure you never touch what belongs to us again without permission.” Lo’ak chimes in. 
“Are you ready to take it?” You know what Neteyam is really asking. ‘Are you willing to keep going?’ The eldest is always the most responsible when it comes to checking in on you, making sure your limits aren't pushed too far. Surely it has become a habit after all he does to look after his siblings and friends. Your body is aching and sore but there is still a burning desire to continue, to make up for your disobedience.  
“Yes sir.” The confirmation is barely a scratchy whisper but Neteyam smiles back in response. Golden eyes never leave yours as he spreads your thighs apart as wide as they can go. Your soft folds naturally part with the new position, still sticky with arousal and cum. Lo’ak fingers trace soothing circles along your ribs and stomach lightly, the gentle touches letting you know there is something painful coming your way. 
Neteyam’s palm comes down on your cunt hard and fast. 
Your thighs are quick to slam closed as the burning sensation travels along your core. The pain and pleasure are mixed so closely into a new found wave of electricity, but all you can think about is protecting your already sensitive clit and pussy from his spanks. 
“None of that, babygirl.” Neteyam tsks with a shake of his head. “Keep them open.”
Your muscles ache with the forced movement of Neteyam spreading your legs once more. 
“Shouldn’t have broken the rules, yawne. Now we have to spank your little cunt till she no longer aches to be naughty.” The younger Sully boy reminds you. 
“Lo’ak!” You whine, head thrown back against his shoulder. Your complaints are only met with a dark chuckle and chaste kisses to your cheek. 
The second hit comes without warning and the wet sound of the impact is obscene. Your ears pin back against your hair. 
“Poor babygirl. When are you going to learn?” The patronizing tone from Neteyam is hardly processed in your brain as you struggle to keep your legs closed again. Although the mighty warrior can easily outmatch your strength, he calls upon Lo’ak for help so he can continue the harsh slaps. 
Lo’ak easily slips his arms underneath your knees and pull them wide and up towards your ear so your body is effectively pressed in half. You are completely vulnerable and exposed to the torment and yet your body contradicts itself by releasing more slick that pools down along your red cheeks. Neteyam uses two fingers to gently part your lips and expose your swollen bud.
“Nete, I’m so-”
You are cut off with another smack directly on your clit. Your body jolts but is kept in place by Lo’ak as Neteyam raises an eyebrow at you. 
“I’m sorry, sir!” Your trembling voice quickly corrects. “I won’t do it again I promise!”
“Of course you won’t, babygirl. Not after we’re through with you.” The eldest’s face holds a crooked grin while gently stroking a finger through your swollen folds.  
“How many more?” His ears flick at your quiet question. The brothers lock eyes once more across your shoulder. 
“What do you think, Lo’ak? How many more does our little slut need to behave?” Neteyam tilts his head to the side with a feigned beseeching look as if he has simply asked his brother about the weather; not the fate of your poor cunt. Lo’ak as always is a fan of drawing things out letting the trepidation and anticipation build till you are squirming in his hold. 
Not that the added suspense is needed anyway. You are already a wreck, bent in half with messy hair, ass red and neck full of little love bites and hickies. Your brain works on half power as the mixture of Neteyam and your juices shimmer along your sensitive parts fully only display. The warm breeze rolling over your exposed body only serves as a greater reminder of the compromising position you are in. 
“At least a few more to get her nice and warm.” The vagueness of his response is intentional, effectively leaving the other brother to do as he pleases without restraint. Neteyam takes the invitation without pause.
His hand comes down on your exposed folds and it wrenches a wrangled moan from your lips. It is hard to distinguish the lines between agony and bliss at this point. Either way, the exercise is useless so you surrender yourself to the experience instead.
 Neteyam plays an agonizing game of alternating between working your clit and smacking your cunt within the same breath. Neteyam looks up through eyes glazed over with dark lust to see your pinched up expression and heaving chest panting for air. It sends a thrill through him to see you absolutely fucked out of your mind, no thoughts left but that of pleasure and pain and of course the need to please them. 
“I need you to promise something, babygirl.”
“Y-yes yes I p-promise.” You sputter out before really processing his words. Lo’ak’s dark laugh vibrates against your back. 
“He hasn’t told you what to promise yet, mama. Poor thing can barely form a thought, too cockdrunk.” Lo’ak nips playfully at your pinned back ear but the sensation is drowned out by another spank landing home on your clit. 
“Promise that this cunt belongs to us. Promise that my brother and I get to play with it whenever we please.” 
Lucky for you, this is not a new promise or concept. It takes little thought to swing together a response. 
“It’s all yours! It’s always belonged to you two, sir!” Your heavy eyelids make it difficult to peek through to make eye contact with Neteyam while speaking but the proud look on his face makes the effort worth it. 
“Good girl.” One last smack comes down on your cunt making you mewl pathetically. You scarcely notice when Lo’ak releases your legs and they collapse to the woven marui floor. Despite everything you’ve been through there is still one desire that burns at the front of your brain. 
“L-Lo’ak.” He lets your improper addressing go, seeing how frazzled you are. 
“Yeah mama?” Hot breath tickles your ear. 
“C-can you pl-please…n-need you….” Your tongue seems to work against your best efforts to form a coherent sentence. From his place between your legs Neteyam coos at your destroyed state. 
“You want me to fuck you, mama? Want my cock in your pussy?” You almost sag in relief, knowing that Lo’ak understand your mangled pleas. 
“YES! Pl-please  please need you!” It feels incomplete at this point to only have one of the brother’s seed trickling down your thighs. 
“Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you dumb on my cock.” Lo’ak makes the lewd promise with an angelic voice that contradicts all reason as he presses loving kisses into your curly hair. The brothers make quick work of switching places, your head laying back on Neteyam’s lap while Lo’a settles himself between your legs.  
“You really did a number on her, bro.” Lo’ak bends down and kisses your clit gently. The flesh is hot to the touch and even the smallest sensation makes your toes curl. Neteyam meanwhile busies himself with running his calloused fingertips along the curves of your torso. He revels in seeing the goosebumps that appear beneath his touch and the way your sore nipples harden again with even the slightest breeze. 
Your entrance futters out of sensitivity when Lo’ak’s mushroom tip pushes past the rim. Every ridge and vein is felt against your velvety walls, encasing him eagerly. You are too exhausted to keep your eyes open but the melodic groans that slip past Lo’ak’s lips are ones that you recognize well. His thrusts are smooth and long, making sure to bury into you to the hilt every time. 
His balls slap obscenely against your sore ass while his pelvis causes a delicious burn when coming in contact with the heated flesh of your core. Still, you can tell that Lo’ak is trying to hold back for your sake, seeing how exhausted his yawne is. You are dazzled by your own body’s ability to start working towards its fourth orgasm of the night. The coil wraps even tighter when you dare to watch Lo’ak’s body move through the slits of your barely opened eyes. The dark curves and design of his tattoo beautifully accentuates the sheer power and muscle of his toned hips and lower abs. 
There is a flitter of pride that always surfaces when you see either of the brothers, forest people by birth, sporting the Metkayina traditional tattoos and clothing. In some way it makes them feel even more like yours. Your forest boys turned ocean hunters. 
“So gorgeous, yawne. Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s string of praises soothes your pounding heart as your climax crawls closer and closer. 
“Already got me close, mama, fluttering around me like that.” Lo’ak chimes in through bared teeth. There is no strength left to respond to the words, only a constant spew of obscene noises erupt from you. 
The concept of time is lost on you as your brain only focuses on the overwhelming stimulations racking from your core. It could have been a few minutes or hours but all you know is that when Lo’ak paints your inner walls white with ropes of his cum, your climax follows in suit. 
“Yes! Oh yes mama, just like that!” The symphony of mixed moans and growls rattle in your ears until your orgasm finally stops shaking your bones. 
Your eyes shut immediately, only vaguely aware of the sets of warm hands moving your body. When you manage to take in your surroundings once again you are sandwiched between the two brothers, head on Lo’ak’s chest as Neteyam cleans you with a wet cloth. 
“Did you learn your lesson, babygirl?” Neteyam asks with a soft smile. You have just enough strength to nod your head and send a tired smile back. 
“Go to sleep, yawne.” Lo’ak’s fond chuckle acts as a lullaby that pulls you into the heavy mist of sleep. 
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Part 2
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pandoraslxna · 8 months
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could u write a fic where lo’ak is edging the reader so she gets kinda frustrated and storms off so the rest of the day lo’ak is teasing her and making fun of her for getting mad but she gets back at him by edging him so much that he cries🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
Want, get, have.
adult Lo‘ak x female metkayina reader
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Words: 5.2k
Summary: Lo‘ak takes advantage of the little crush he knows the olo’eyktan’s spoiled daughter habors for him. That is, until you finally decide to get payback for all his teasing.
Warnings: explicit smut, edgeplay, Lo‘ak is kinda mean and maybe out of character here, minimal dub/con warning because he’ll get tied up later, p in v, handjob, oral / face sitting, cowgirl position, dirty talk, crying, begging, degradation & praise kink, orgasm denial, obsession, spit kink, switch!Lo‘ak, creampie
Notes: sorry this took forever, I hope you like it 🩵
Na’vi translation:
paskalin = honey
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At first, it was a rumour.
To be more specific, it was the kind of rumour that was grounded close enough to reality that he could see it happening, but not so close that a skeptic could take it at face value, no matter how hard Kiri swore it was legit. Because, see, she heard it from Rotxo who'd heard it from your brother Ao’nung and therefore it must be true. There was no real reason to put any stock in this particular story over, but Lo‘ak couldn't help but be curious. He spent days going back and forth on whether or not he should investigate, but after the fifth, "Hey bro, did you hear...?", he knew he wouldn't be able to get any peace of mind if he didn't. And when it turned out to be true, Lo‘ak couldn’t believe his luck.
The spoiled little brat of the olo’eyktan really had a crush on him. Him, of all people.
As the chiefs daughter, you were accustomed to getting what you wanted.
It wasn't even a matter of being selfish… it was just a habit at this point. Want, get, have. You were spoiled, that’s what it was. It wasn't that difficult to get.
And Lo‘ak knew difficult. Even as a son of an olo’eyktan himself, he had to struggle to get where he was. A better portion of his childhood was difficult, growing up in war, always living under his older brothers shadow. An outcast, a four fingered freak, neither really belonging to his own people nor those aliens from another star, and most definitely not to the metkayina clan. No, Lo‘ak was far from being spoiled.
So what was he supposed to do, when you approached him for the very first time, thinking that batting your pretty long lashes was enough for him to fall to your knees like everyone else would’ve? Exactly! Reject you.
The downright confused look on your beautiful, flawless face was more than just priceless to him, as you struggled to understand that for the first time in your life, you were denied to have something that you wanted.
The flower of his mischievous plan blossomed just shortly after, when you came over to his marui in the morning with freshly picked fruit for breakfast. And then again, when your offerings turned a little more… personal.
Sucking him off, down at the shore. Or when you gave him a handjob after coming back from a hunt with your brother Ao’nung. Nothing has ever fed his ego as much as having a sweet thing like you following him around, practically acting as his shadow. Obsessed, that’s what you were. You became obsessed with him, craving for attention from the one thing you couldn’t have.
And Lo‘ak loved it. The more he denied you, the more you wanted him. But the best part of it all was, when you spread your pretty, smooth, cyan legs for him.
"Look at the mess you’ve made", Lo‘ak tsks, stroking his slick covered dick right over the mound of your pussy. "Got my whole cock drenched. You‘re really that desperate, huh?"
Your chest heaves, breathing rapid, and you’re struggling to collect yourself from the intense orgasm that was so harshly ripped away from your grasp, just as it was about to shatter your whole being.
"Lo‘ak, Lo‘ak please–"
A low chuckle vibrates in his chest, as he furiously pumps his cock with one hand, while fumbling your breast with the other.
"Please, Lo’ak, please", he mocks your tone with a fake pout and then pinches your nipple, before he rolls it between his thumb and index finger. He tugs on the sensitive bud, then asks sternly, "Please, what?"
"I need to come", you hiccup, your glassy eyes being a clear indication that you were actually close to sobbing from desperation. "Let me come, please. I- I was so close!"
"No."
Lo‘ak had lost count on how many times this had happened by now. How many times he had you in every possible position; bend over, under him, on top of him, laying, standing, sitting, on your knees… but he had never granted you that sweet release before. Not that he wasn’t able to, oh no. He had you on the verge of crying, eyes rolling back into your skull, with trembling legs and drool running down your chin like a fucked out little doll within minutes. But he made it his personal goal to finish first. Even if that meant for him to pull out of the delicious, wet heat that enveloped his cock, just to fuck his fist instead and spill himself onto your chest, stomach or wherever he preferred.
As unsatisfying as that might be, the sight in front of him made it all worth it. You were a mess. A begging little brat, too spoiled to handle being denied not only of his love and affection, but also of your orgasms. It was perfect.
You were just so adorable, trying to regain your composure on wobbly legs, once you realized that all that begging and pleading wouldn’t get you very far with him. And then when you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, like a toddler throwing a tantrum, and stormed off in frustration, it made it all so much better. If that was even possible.
But no matter how insanely mad he was driving you, you just couldn’t stay away from him for long. Not even when Lo’ak so bluntly teased you for your behavior, mocking your pleads, whispering them into your ear as you sat on his lap. Or when he called you spoiled, a brat, his dumb little doll so boldly in front of your friends, not caring for the way your cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. It was only a matter of time for that unbearable tension in your core, an almost animalistic urge for release, to melt you from the inside out, and until you were trying to sweet talk your way back into his loincloth, unable to keep your hands to yourself.
Whatever this odd situation was, Lo‘ak was truly enjoying playing with you like this. Maybe even a little too much.
Unbeknownst to him however, you grew more frustrated with every passing day and every orgasm he robbed you of. So much so, that at one point, you just couldn’t help yourself anymore. Enough was enough, you decided.
There’s a pinch to the soft apple of his cheek that makes Lo‘ak stir awake abruptly from the little nap he had decided to take earlier.
He sighs softly. The sun was still shining bright through the leaves of a big palm tree, blinding his eyes. Lifting a hand to shield the sun away, he’s pulled up short by something around his wrists. Immediately, the fog in his mind begins to clear as he tugs on the restraints locking his arms together over his head.
Hearing your lighthearted giggle sends a wave of goosebumps all over his body, and Lo‘ak blinks a few times for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, before he opens them slowly.
Lifting his head to look down on himself, he’s met with the sight of you, cyan skin glistening in the warm sunlight, kneeling between his spread thighs.
"Good morning, sleepyhead", you coo softly, but Lo‘aks ears fold themselves against his head, his eyebrows pulling together in visible confusion. He then pulls against whatever is tied around his wrists again, testing the strength of his restraint. It’s tight and rough on his skin, but it doesn’t hurt. At least not yet. Whatever it is, it feels suspiciously like the woven cord of a fishing net.
They may not have been designed for this, but they still work pretty well and can also withstand a lot of force without tearing- especially like this, tying Lo’ak to a tree, with no real leverage or enough room to move his hands freely or use just an ounce of his actual strength.
And they ensure that you would get the perfect view of Lo‘ak; with his muscular thighs spread wide and his loincloth lazily hanging over his most priced possession. Just one tug on the right string and it would fall off. You couldn’t help taking a moment to appreciate him like this, entirely constrained, leaving him so open and so vulnerable to whatever you would choose to do to him.
"What are you doing?", Lo‘ak huffs out a laugh, but his voice carries more than a hint of nervousness.
Again, you giggle. Scooting closer, you let your hands run over his chest, all the way up to his neck and over his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. He‘s already so on edge, it makes heat spread in your core.
"You know, I always get what I want, forest boy", you innocently smile up at him, dainty fingers running down over his pecks and to his waist, where his loincloth sits. "And what I want, is you."
Once untied, the neatly woven cloth falls off of him slowly and the omatikaya sucks in a sharp breath. You don’t hesitate to reach out for him, giving his already half hard cock an experimental stroke to feel him stir alive.
"But you’ve been so mean to me, Lo‘ak", you put on a fake pout and then sigh, "You leave me with no choice but to simply take what I want."
Lo‘ak‘s scoff that follows tells you more than enough.
"Oh, yeah? You’re gonna take what you want, like the spoiled little brat that you are? Go on then", he grins, watching you stroke his cock until he was fully hard, standing proud and tall in your palms.
It’s cute, you think. How oblivious he is to the situation he’s in. But by Eywa, you will enjoy every second of it, truly make it up for all the times he didn’t let you come.
Lo‘ak felt the pleasure building in his lower abdomen when your hand tightened just slightly around his cock. You twist your hand on the upward stroke, your thumb teasing the slit on his tip before you let him lazily thrust into your fist, just once.
Fingers sliding over his length and up the underside of his cock, you work him slowly but surely, drawing out a low moan that Lo’ak tried, but failed, to disguise as a curse, before shifting to a faster pace.
It’s no surprise to him how good you are at this. Just thinking about your heavenly handjobs had him rock hard and seeking you out during the most random times a day, thats how damn good they were.
As you let spit pool in your mouth and then dribble onto the mushroom-like tip, Lo’ak throws his head back in bliss at the new sensation, panting fast and heavy through parted lips. Your hands continue to slide down his cock to circle around the base, stroking him firmly.
"Oh fuck, that’s it. Keep going, baby, I’m close already", Lo‘ak mutters under his breath, eyes squeezed shut to focus all of his senses on the pleasure you provide. You feel his cock throb in your palms, clear droplets of pre-cum joining your spit and serving as lubricant to make your strokes become more fluidly.
"J-Just like that", he breathes out, his hips raising up to fuck into your fist, "G-Gonna come, haa– fuck, fuck!"
"Some metkayina men would kill for this, you know", you remark with a mischievous smile, "And you get it for free."
Lo‘ak doesn't respond to that, but that’s okay. You don’t expect him to. His mind is drawing blank and he begins to feel a nervous excitement, a pressure in his ribcage, making it harder for him to breathe properly. Heat boils in his core and his breathing hitches when you move your hand faster, harder.
You watch his hands flex, pulling at the restraining cords around his wrists and his toes curl as he nears the edge of his climax.
"Almost there, Lo‘ak", you coo, "You’re so close aren’t you? Does it feel good, hm? You like that?"
"Yes, yes,– fuck, yes! So good, so fucking good", he moans, before lifting his head up as much as he can to watch you from his current position, already imagining how pretty you will look when he comes, spilling his cum onto your face and chest.
But the sweet bliss he was chasing so desperately was suddenly ripped away from him entirely, when both of your hands leave his cock abruptly. It causes him to gasp like you just stole the very air from his lungs.
"N-No! No, what- what are you doing!?", Lo‘ak curses, his head falling back against the soft sand. "Why did you stop?" His chest heaves and his cock visibly throbs in the air, even more pre-cum leaking from it’s tip now that it’s all swollen and purple, begging for relief.
"And here I thought I was the spoiled one", you say cheerfully, "but look at you. You’re such a mess, and all that just because I didn’t let you get what you wanted…"
Lo‘ak frowns, taking in your words, but then you move as if you’re going to touch him again, and his hips rise towards your hand, instinctively bucking up for the friction he’s been denied.
You giggle at the pathetic sight of him trying to reach your hands, simultaneously struggling against his restraints, before his body falls slack, laying back flat against the sand.
Lo‘ak tries and fails to bite back a small, heartfelt whimper of frustrated need. His cheeks are flushed bright red by now. He really looks cute when he’s frustrated like this, you think to yourself, before you actually reach down and give him a firm tug.
Another moan falls from his lips at the unexpected touch, but it soon turns into more whining when you begin to move your hand in an up and down motion, picking up the same pace where you had left earlier. Lo‘ak slowly begins to squirm underneath your touch, his abs flexing with every stroke of your palms and his thighs twitch. A thin layer of sweat makes his lean body shine in the sunlight, as your restless pace sends his mind into overdrive.
"C-Coming", he forces out between broken whimpers, "m‘coming, m‘coming!"
You feel how he stirs in your palm and right when he’s about to fall apart, you pull your hand away yet again, earning yourself a loud groan of desperation. "What the— f- ah! Fuck", he whines and curses at the loss of another orgasm, squirming when the feeling of euphoria epps away once more.
"I need to come, I really need to come", he nearly sobs when your fist closes around his shaft not shortly after. You’re barely moving now, just teasing the slit of his cock with your thumb, smearing his pre-cum over his most sensitive parts. "Don’t stop now, please. I- I was so close, baby. Please I‘m already begging, I just… Let me come this time." Your fingers ghost over his length before you properly hold him again, hand closing tight around his shaft and his hips jerk up in attempt to help him get there.
"So needy", you whisper, scooting even closer as your hand continues to pump his throbbing length. You’re close enough now that your lips brush over his jawline and he inhales a shaky breath once your face comes close to his. Lo‘aks eyes are half lidded as he stares at you, lips slightly parted before you give him the command, "Open up, pretty boy", to which he dutifully sticks his tongue out and both of your eyes follow the clear droplet of spit fall from your tongue onto his.
Humming in satisfaction, you watch him swallow, groaning at the taste, while you move your hand just a little faster. Call it a little treat for his obedience.
With your other hand now resting on his cheek, you swipe your thumb across Lo‘aks lips, wiping away a stray smear of drool, partly yours and partly his own.
"This is mine", you whisper directly into his ear, tracing the outline of his mouth, and Lo‘ak nods frantically. Kissing away his groan of frustration, you allow him to fuck into your hand for three tantalising, torturous thrusts. His tongue curls around yours, but then you pull away again. "And this", you squeeze his cock tightly, movements haltering and he whimpers, "is mine too, isn’t it?"
Lo‘ak nods for a second time, heavy-lidded and languid and just so desperate in a way he’s never been before.
"And I can do what I want with what’s mine, right?", you tilt your head playfully, amused at the sight of him lifting his head and chasing your lips for another kiss.
"Fuck. Y-Yes!", he whines when all you grant him is a little peck to his bottom lip. "Yes, you can do what you want with me, just please. Please let me come!"
Waiting for his breathing to even out, you finally begin to move your hand again. While you do so, your face nuzzles into his neck, lips tracing his jawline and then moving further up to nibble at the soft shell of his ear. His tail lashes against the ground in anticipation and soon, he’s turned into a moaning mess again. It takes significantly less time to get him close to an orgasm now, you notice. A sharp grin forms on your face as you prop yourself onto your elbows to watch him properly.
"So good, feels so good", Lo’ak’s moans are more quiet now, almost a whisper, like he was scared of being caught. But you felt him pulse in your hand, and his breath hitched hard and that’s all you needed to know.
"Wait– No, no, pl-ah! Please!", Lo’aks whole body seized when the warmth of your touch leaves his cock and yet another orgasm was ruined, leaving him a trembling, cursing mess.
"Oh, c’mon", his frustrated groan immediately turns into a heartbreaking whine, once you retreat your hands entirely. Forced to watch you lick your fingertip clean of his pre-cum, he tugs against his restrains, "I- I want to fuck you, mamas, please. Wanna fuck you so bad. Just let me. I‘ll be so good for you, I’ll make you scream, yeah? I know that’s what you want. Just please. Please, please, I prom—"
"Shhh, it’s okay", you coo into his ear, calming him down enough to make him stop resisting his cuffs. "You’re gonna be good for me, yes? Gonna make me come this time?"
"Oh Eywa, yes. Yes, I- I promise", he stutters, the impatience clear in the strain of his voice, "Untie me, c‘mon, baby."
"Untie you? Oh don’t be silly, paskalin." Your giggle alone is enough to make him shudder, as if his body already knew what his mind was still struggling to process, his brows furrowing as he watched you undress.
"But I thought- I thought you wanted me to—"
"Hmh, I know what I said", you cut him off and the smile on your lips is almost too sweet to be true, "And you will make me come this time. I know it, because I’ll make sure it‘ll happen."
And then you rise up, leg slung over his chest to straddle him, and his hazy golden eyes darken with intrigue. Still, he lies motionless, waiting. Sliding closer and rising up on your knees, you smirk as Lo‘ak lifts his head just slightly, licking his lips at the sight, before falling back to the sand with a put-upon groan.
"Watch the teeth, yes?", you tease him, tracing your thumb over his pointy canine to which he rolls his eyes.
"Just- fucking sit down, sit on my face, c‘mon", he groans in response. His hips seem to have a mind on their own, because you feel them raise up and thrust into the air, his cock desperately seeking attention.
Twining a hand into his hair, you then angle his head between your legs and finally sink down over him.
A warm puff of breath, and then his tongue flicks over your folds, a tickling caress. A delicate kiss, and then he sets to work.
The quickly cooling saliva against your hot skin gives a pleasant sensation, and Lo’ak uses his tongue to part your folds. You squirm and pant beneath him, voice cracking as you attempt to voice your approval. He curves his tongue into a point, flicking and kissing at your most sensitive parts and you begin to shake above him, all needy moans and senseless affirmations, hips rocking down to meet his mouth.
Soon enough, you grind against the flat of his tongue, his nose and the upper half of his face like you’re riding a damn pali. The rest of him lies supine, but his tongue and lips move in practiced tandem, his purrs of satisfaction running through you in turn. “Hmm, just like that", you sigh, hand tightening in his braided hair, the other dropping behind you to steady yourself against his chest.
"You’re so damn delicious", Lo‘ak groans underneath you, the vibration of it sending waves of pleasure from your core all the way up your spine, your tail trashing and curling while he slurps up your slick arousal like it’s warm honey. It’s like he’s making out with your clit at one point and you can’t help but hump against his puckered lips. You throw your head back when he begins to suck rather harshly, his spine curving and twisting uncomfortably to meet your needs, but he couldn’t care less in this moment.
Normally he’s all teeth and bite, fangs grazing your skin and nipping on the inside of your thighs, sinking into your soft flesh until glossy, wet bite marks indent. Teasing you whenever you struggled to cover them up, and on some days, gladly taking a fight with Ao’nung once your loincloth moves around too much and your big brothers gaze lands on the faint marks on your inner thigh, claiming you to the forest boy that was playing with you like you’re nothing but a little doll. (Oh, how the table had turned…)
But right now he’s messy, filthy and sloppy and eating you out like he was starving. Flat nose pressed hard against your clit, he switched between tongue-fucking you and lapping at your clit, sucking the little bundle of nerves like he’s aiming to make you pass out.
"Yes, fuck, there– right there!"
Lo‘ak hums in acknowledgement, and then you give a last, sharp cry, hips jerking down against his face as you fall apart on top of him. Between your thighs, you feel him groan and curse and you hear the downright obscene slurping, like he enjoys drowning in your sweet juices. You stay put for as long as your body allows, floating in the endorphin high of the long awaited orgasm you had chased and been denied for weeks now, until your legs begin to tremble and the kitten licks to your clit start to feel a little overwhelming.
Lo‘ak draws in a shuddering breath as soon as he was able to, and it turns into a moan halfway through as your hand was back on his hair, fingertips digging into his scalp as you slowly lift yourself up from his now glistening face. With an equally heaving chest, the both of you look into each others eyes for a moment, panting heavily to catch your breaths.
But while your breathing slowly evens, his seems to turn more rapid. Glancing over your shoulder, your met with a sight that almost makes you feel pity if it wouldn’t look so damn hot.
His cock had leaked so much pre-cum, a small puddle had formed where he laid against his lower stomach, twitching to the rhythm of his heartbeat, the tip an angry color of purple from being edged and then completely ignored, neglected of any touch and further stimulation.
"Please", Lo‘ak heaves in a breathless whisper and you thought there was more to come, but that’s all he seemed to be capable of anymore.
Your orgasm had already drained you to the point that you felt like molten wax, limbs still twitching with the aftershocks, yet you don’t hesitate to scoot back down and straddle his lap with a glint of determination in your eyes.
It’s him who then throws his head back with a loud groan, every muscles of his body tensing, because suddenly, and too fast for him to prepare himself, you line his cock up with your slick entrance and slam yourself down, swallowing all of his length to the base.
"F-Fu-ck", Lo‘ak chokes out, once you sit on him properly, your own body weight and gravity pulling you down further than he thought was even possible, until you were nestled snugly against him, clit kissing his pubic bone. It makes him physically shudder.
"Oh t-thank you! Fuck– thank you. You feel so good, so good", Lo‘ak wheezes, and his cock throbs vividly inside you.
Instead of a verbal response, you decide to let your body do all the talking now. Starting with a pace that he least expected now, you’re moving your hips hard and fast— lifting yourself up and down on Lo‘aks cock and spilling moans that he feels deep to his core. His cock almost slips out each time, before you’re slamming your whole body back down, turning yourself into an equally moaning and whimpering mess.
Below you, Lo‘ak‘s eyes are squeezed shut and his toes curl at the feeling of your tight heat swallowing him over and over again. But even closed, you can clearly see the tears soaking his lashes. He’s so close that it hurts, but it’s a good kind of pain. One, he hopes will finally grant him the orgasm he’s been clinging to like his life depended on it.
"Look", you then tell him. Like the good boy that he was, he slowly forced his eyes open, before you grab his chin with your thumb and index finger and direct his gaze to where your pussy greedily swallows him, stretched around his girth like a little sleeve made just for him to use.
"I am- Fuck! I am looking", he sobs, "You’re g-gonna make me come— please don’t stop! Please!"
Lo‘ak wants to jerk up into you so badly. He wants to break free, flip you over and pound into you, relishing in the way that his hip bones would leave marks from how hard he would thrust into you. He wants to make you cry out his name, scream it for the whole village to hear, so everyone would know that the chief’s spoiled little brat was currently getting all her holes stuffed full to the brim by the outcast.
The sounds you knocked out of his throat were a mixture of groans and whimpers, moans so shamelessly loud, whenever his dick knocked on your cervix like an iron hammer, that it made even himself blush.
He’s close, you could feel it. You hear it in the strain of his voice as he whimpers whatever incoherent stuff comes to his fucked out and fried brain by now.
But you’re close too. And by the great mother if you don’t make this a challenge into coming before he does, just to get your payback…
Making your hips come to an abrupt halt, you stay down against his pelvis, only rotating your hips in circles now, while switching the direction randomly.
"Oh eywa, please", he cries out", Please you– you- I can’t. I can’t take it anymore! Need to come, please move!"
But you continue to grind yourself against him, and Lo’ak feels your cunt pulse, but it’s not nearly enough. With your clit dragging against his skin, you slump forward against his chest and your whole body goes rigid with a shuddering gasp.
Lo‘ak is shuddering, broken sobs and whimpers leaving his parted lips as he begs for you to keep moving, his hips raising up and chasing the friction of your thrusts to return to him. It’s damn near torture- feeling your warm, velvety-like walls squeeze his cock, while you stay completely unmoving on top of him, coming undone without a care for him and his needs.
"C-Coming, I’m coming!", you moan into his ear, your arms encircling his neck and hold him tight as you shamelessly use him to make yourself finish.
And that’s it.
The friction alone and your barely there movements are hardly enough, would normally get him nowhere close, but as sensitive as he was right now they’re enough to make his whole body spam as he finally, finally, thank eywa, comes.
His cock is still buried deep inside your rhythmically-pulsing cunt, pumping rope after rope of his cum inside you as he sobs into the coock of your neck. Soft whimpers of thank you, thank you, thank you are muffled against your skin and it feels like forever and he’s still coming.
"That’s it, just like that. Hmm, m'feeling so warm inside", you coo softly into his ear, your voice laced with a giggle as you feel his cum seep out of your slick entrance, "You’re coming so much. What a good boy you are, filling me up like that. There you go, paskalin, don’t hold back."
You’re not entirely sure Lo‘ak even hears you by that point, but you still keep up the reassurance anyway as you carry on, determined to milk him dry. Your pelvis flexes and your walls seem to massage his cock, squeezing him empty to the last drop until another sob breaks free and tears roll down his face.
Allowing him a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, your soft hands run up and down his chest and then a sigh of incredible relief leaves his lips. It’s enough of a go-ahead for you to finally move, much to his disappointment.
Lo‘aks brows are furrows together lightly, watching with parted lips as his cock slips out of you in the process of getting up and rearranging your clothes. His tail sways lazily, softly tapping against the sand while he patiently waits for you to untie him.
It takes him a moment longer than he would like to admit, before he realizes that this is not happening the way he thought it would.
Reaching for his loincloth, you toss the piece of fabric and also his knife in its sheath next to him. Just barely near enough that he could reach it. Then, and with the biggest, smuggest grin on your face, you untie just one of his wrists.
"You can set yourself free, right?", you ask, but both of you know that’s it’s meant rhetorically. Regardless, your words don’t help ease the sudden tension in his shoulders and the way he looks at you like a lost puppy, utterly confused. His mind was seemingly struggling to understand what was happening, still dizzy from the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced. It was no surprise to neither of you, that he was a little short of words as he laid there, limp and spent.
Still, you shoot him a playful wink, before turning on your heels to return to the village, leaving him there like a used toy. Looking back over your shoulder one last time, you wave at him and giggle,
"See you later, my spoiled little brat."
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Lo'ak Sully / !fem!Metkayina!Reader
Summary:  When Lo'ak slowly falls in love with the elusive friend of Ao'nung, he has to learn that patience is a virtue. Meanwhile, the Reader tries to work through her social anxiety and attachement issues with him.
Content:  pining, socially anxious Reader, awkwardness (seriously it's painful), angst and fluff, Lo'ak having zero point zero rizz, happiest of endings
↳ No y/n mentions. 
Word Count:  6.6k
Notes:  Well, well, well. Since SOMEBODY (y'all) decided to backstab (affectionately) me and outvote Ao'nung after I already released his version of the follower special, I decided to reward your sneakiness with another, longer story 🤭 This is my first time writing for Lo'ak, I hope you enjoy it!  For @cinetrix who is starting a really exciting work opportunity today and I hope is having the best time ever doing that ✨ I LOVE YOU BABE!
(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚ ♡
The first time Lo'ak noticed one of Ao'nung's friends, he didn't give her much thought (other than being mildly surprised by the fact that Ao' had female friends. He just never seemed the type). She was rather small in stature, with short braids and big pale eyes that seemed to be permanently glued to her own feet. As soon as she'd appeared to hang out around the firepit down by the beach, she'd left again. 
It had been strange, but who was he to judge? 
Then, when he saw her for a second, third and fourth time, always just stopping by for a few minutes or waving from a distance... it piqued his interest. She looked so cute and flustered whenever anyone spoke to her, hardly making eye contact before abruptly disappearing again. 
Lo'ak had gotten her name from Ao'nung pretty early on, but never actually worked up the courage to go talk to her so far, trying to avoid the merciless teasing that was sure to follow too much attention he gave her.
But that evening, he caught her looking over to their big group of friends as they all sat together to watch the sunset, weaving necklaces and bracelets for an upcoming birthing ceremony of one of the clan's warriors. No one seemed to have noticed her yet, and Lo'ak could see her kneading her hands anxiously, just past the line of lush palm trees.
She was chewing on her lower lip, clearly contemplating something before turning away with a sad frown. It made him frown in turn, watching her slumped shoulders as she disappeared between the foliage and back towards the village.
"Skxawng, pay attention! You've knotted three big lumps into it!" Rotxo complained, snatching Lo'ak's bracelet away from him with a teasing growl. He scratched his neck sheepishly, looking down at the messy end of his work. 
"Sorry, bro," Lo'ak said. "I don't know where my head was for a minute."
"Clearly," the older boy scoffed, gently prying the knots apart with a dull knife. 
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It took another few days for her to come around their group again, carrying a basket of fruit in her slim arms as she shyly gazed over. 
Ao'nung lifted his hand in greeting and her fingers twitched a little as well where they gripped the smooth handles. She'd turned to continue on her way when Lo'ak couldn't hold it in any longer and also waved at her.
The girl glanced behind herself for a moment, perhaps checking if he'd meant her, then looked back towards Lo'ak. Even from a distance, her eyes were striking, and there was clear confusion on her face. He waved again, cheeks and neck burning.
It took her a few seconds, but then she nodded back, a tiny smile on her face before she lowered her head again and hurried along to wherever she was going. Lo'ak let his hand sink, still irrationally embarrassed but also pleased.
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The next time they crossed paths, Lo'ak was a bit more prepared. He'd gone over what he would say to invite her to stay with them, how he could perhaps lean against something to look as nonchalant as possible or toss her a fruit if they were gathering things for dinner. 
Maybe he should ask her out for a swim, or offer to carry things for her? Tsireya had always liked it when he'd done that. 
Boldened by that thought, he jogged over to her as she emerged from the sea by herself, trailing a net full of crabs behind her.
Lo'ak could hear Kiri and Ao'nung holler after him, and all the noise made her look up, just as he came to a stop in front of her.
"Just a minute!" Lo'ak shouted back, then turned to smile down at her. 
She had the look of a cornered prey in her eyes, aquamarine eyes looking up into his for a second before dropping to the sand.
Determined, Lo'ak smiled some more.
"Hey, do you want some help with that?" He asked, vaguely motioning towards her load. Her small fingers clutched down a bit more tightly onto the coarse ropes. 
"Oh! N-no, thank you," she answered quietly, eyes darting everywhere but to him as she took a step back. Lo'ak deflated a little.
"Uhm, well," he fumbled over his words as she continued to drag the heavy net. "Why don't you join us later then? We're going to do some rock jumping, down by the sea terraces?" 
She shot him the same kind of look she'd given him that day he'd waved at her. Like she couldn't believe he'd notice her at all.
"I'll have to see," her tiny voice almost got swept away by the waves beside them. "Maybe."
"Great!" Lo'ak grinned, walking backwards as he still watched her. "I'll see you then?"
She smiled back a little, shrugging her shoulders non-committedly. 
It made the tanhí on her cheeks glow a bit in the late afternoon sun and Lo'ak could have sworn that a whole nest of insects had taken up residence inside his belly in that moment.
But one by one, the little bugs had gone back to sleep, tucking in their fluttering wings with each minute that passed that night, and still no sign of her.
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If Lo'ak didn't know better, he'd accuse her of actively avoiding him. But that was ridiculous, given that he hadn't done anything. Or had he? Did inviting someone over to hang out count as something bad now?
Anxiously chewing his lip, he ultimately decided to confide in Ao'nung. 
Ao'nung was her friend after all, and even if he was a smug prick most days, they had still become very close over the years.
"So? What do you think?" Lo'ak asked, throwing a handful of berries into his mouth. Their feet drifted in the currents gently, while Ronal was quietly frying up some fish for them in the big communal kitchen.
Ao'nung stretched his shoulders and neck, humming.
"It's just how she is," he shrugged, clearly not thinking much of it.
"But she said she would come and then she just didn't!" Lo'ak argued back in hushed tones, mindful of the way that water carried sound.
"I just told you, she's- I don't know. She's nice, but she gets a bit nervous sometimes, I guess? Overthinks stuff."
"Overthinking how?" He asked, genuinely confused. "How can you overthink a nice afternoon with some friends?"
Ao'nung looked slightly uncomfortable now.
"No offence, but... I don't know if she would consider you a friend? I mean, have you ever talked to her before that?"
"Not really," he admitted, rolling his eyes. "But that's kind of the point of showing up to see people. You get to know them better and become friends."
"Like I said," the Metkayina said, shrugging. "It's how she is. When we were children, she would cry quite easily whenever someone said something unkind, even if it wasn't directed at her. She's sensitive. Would rather stay at home than go out and risk having an unpleasant experience, if that makes sense."
Lo'ak pondered it for a moment, still a bit bewildered by that logic. Then he caught the fond look on Ao'nung's face and an ugly sting of jealousy burst the little bubble of self-pity he'd been wallowing in for two days now.
"You do know her well," he observed, voice hollow. Ao'nung turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"It's why you've been pouring out your heart over her to me, isn't it? If I didn't know her, we wouldn't have this conversation."
Feeling chided, Lo'ak ducked his head. The older boy chuckled.
"It's not like that between us," he assured him before turning back towards the ocean, giving Lo'ak the courtesy to blush in peace. "I like her, she's a good person. That's all."
"You think she'll come if I invite her again?"
Ao'nung just sighed. 
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The next week, Rotxo had Lo'ak's head in a deathly grip, mussing up his braids painfully as they wrestled, shouting and laughing while his siblings and Ao'nung's friends booed and cheered. They had a good buzz going, chewing on some fermented roots and drinking wine.
"I fucking yield!" Lo'ak hissed eventually, not above tripping the broad-shouldered boy as he tried to swagger off, almost baiting him into a new round. Kiri just rolled her eyes at them, snatching Rotxo's wrist and pulling him down next to her onto the soft blankets. 
"You're still just children, aren't you?" She grumbled, feeding her kinda-sorta-totally boyfriend some sweet fruits. "Always getting into scrapes with each other."
"Had to put the forest boy into his place," Rotxo crowed, chest swelled with cockiness. "Can't always let him have the upper hand."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes again, stuffing another piece into Rotxo's mouth to shut him up.
Lo'ak took his bruised pride and shuffled around the roaring fireplace to a free space, close to where an older girl was playing the drums. It was a nice, relaxed night at the end of a long and taxing week. As much as he had learned to love his duties here, spending a full day out at sea always left him sleepy.
He hunched down into the still-warm sand, stretching his long legs out next to Ao'nung who listened to the girl play.
They sat like that for a while, and Lo'ak tried not to feel lonely. It was odd, given that he was surrounded by friends that had become like family, and it took him back to the days when they had first arrived here. Those thoughts inevitably led to Tsireya, whose memory still kind of stung, in the same way that old scars tended to itch at the most inopportune times.
"Hey," a soft voice suddenly broke him out of his gloom, and he lazily let his head drop into his neck. Aquamarine glittered back down at him for a moment, and Lo'ak almost pulled a muscle in his haste to scramble to his feet.
Ao'nung snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Hey yourself," he said casually, patting the same spot Lo'ak had just vacated. "I'm glad you could make it. Come, sit."
"Hi," Lo'ak replied as well, uncomfortably aware of the many pairs of eyes that had turned towards him as he jumped up. "I didn't expect you to be here!"
As soon as it was out, he would have liked to bite off his tongue and throw it into Akula-infested waters. How had he managed to turn what was supposed to be a show of his excitement into an accusation?
Shuffling from one foot to the other, she didn't meet his gaze for a long while.
"I-" she started, flushed. "I hope that's okay? I saw you sitting here, so I just thought I would come over and say hello." That last part was clearly directed towards Ao'nung, but Lo'ak wouldn't pass up on the perfect opportunity.
"Great, we're glad you're here," Lo'ak assured her, gently placing both hands on her shoulders and pressing down until she awkwardly sat next to her friend and tried to blend in with the night. A valiant effort had it not been for the fact that he had no intention of letting her fade into the background like that. 
The merrily crackling and hissing flames illuminated her profile in a way that made his hands sweaty, and he swallowed back his nerves before straightening his shoulders and grinning again. He sat down on her other side, legs tucked to his chest this time, sandwiching the pretty Metkayina between himself and Ao'nung. 
There was some tense silence between them, or at least that's what it felt like to Lo'ak. Both she and him kept a very careful distance between their legs and arms, never touching, even though everyone else was swaying to the music, or singing and laughing, bumping shoulders and knees.
"So," he said awkwardly, wiggling his toes in the sand. "How has your day been?"
She was quiet for a moment.
"Good. And yours?"
"Also good." 
More silence. Lo'ak glanced over and saw that most of her face was obscured behind a curtain of hair now. Like she was hiding.
It made him feel bad, emotions heightened by the alcohol and stimulants he'd had over the last few hours. He was clearly making her uncomfortable.
The knowledge hurt more than it had any right to.
He pushed himself up into a crouch, turning towards Ao'nung and her with a fake smile.
"Do you guys want anything to drink? I'm getting another cup."
"Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks," Ao'nung nodded, elbowing her slender arm gently. "What about you?"
She shook her head, glancing up at Lo'ak for a second, before turning her attention back to the small beads that she twirled between her fingers.
Swallowing yet another rejection, it's not a rejection if you never make a move! his subconscious screamed, Lo'ak slowly made his way over to where his sister and Rotxo still squabbled over Eywa knew what. They looked happy, and he didn't want to intrude, so he just filled up two hollowed-out fruit cups with wine and downed half of it in one go.
Like a magnet, his gaze found her again, posture more open now, talking rapidly with Ao'nung. Her pale blue skin and short hair seemed to glow in the firelight, but the sad downturn of her mouth made him clench his jaw. She'd never looked comfortable before, but that particular expression was a new extreme. Suddenly, her sparkling blue eyes zeroed in on him, as if she'd been able to sense his eyes on her.
Blame it on the booze, or his sudden discontent over liking her at all, for losing control of his heartbeat whenever he even just had a glimpse of her, even though she so clearly was not interested - Lo'ak stared back. He saw Ao'nung nudge her again, and she scrunched up her face in an annoyed hiss, before standing up and brushing off whatever sand had clung to her slim thighs.
She hesitated for a moment longer, waving to somebody else that must have called out to her, before making her way around the big group of teens and young adults. Lo'ak drank the other half of his cup in two big gulps, before filling it again, expecting her to be gone like she always was whenever he let her out of his sights for too long.
He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of that thought. Who was he to her, to want to watch over what she was doing? It was a stupid crush, his most desperate one yet, he could admit that to himself. Maybe it was a good thing she was hardly ever around-
"Lo'ak?" A small hand brushed along the underside of his arm, and he jerked around, almost spilling all the wine into the sand. 
"Oh, hi," he breathed out, staring down into her big eyes. She'd tilted her head into her neck to look up at him, hands fiddling again as her eyes flickered from his face over to the campfire, back to him, then down to the cups and back up. 
She smelled nice, like clean ocean air and warm skin and he found that he really should have eased up on the drinks because all he wanted to do was bury a hand in her short braids and tug her closer.
"Hi again," she smiled shyly, kicking some sand with her toes. "I mean, I guess it's more goodbye since I'm going home now, but I just wanted to say... good night?" Her voice had gotten faster with each syllable like she was just forcing them out before words could fail her.
"You're leaving already? But you just got here!" He protested, completely forgetting his half-formed plan to keep his distance and regain some composure around her. "The night is still young, and there is nothing going on tomorrow, surely you can sleep in a bit? Come stay here with us!"
She looked pained for a moment, glancing back towards the big group of noisy people.
"Uh, yeah," she said, turning back towards him. It seemed as though it took a tremendous amount of effort, but she continued speaking after a few more moments. "It's a bit loud here. Not really my thing."
Lo'ak frowned down at her, heart beating out of his chest from their proximity. She'd painted some pretty white swirls around her eyes and temples, and he was sure that he had seen that kind of makeup on other girls before during get-togethers. 
Maybe it was a side-effect of the fermented roots, but there seemed to be a radiant glow emanating off her smooth skin, freckles glowing whenever she moved.
"You sure you don't want to stick around? We could sit off to the side if you want," he offered, but the apologetic expression on her face was answer enough.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, reaching out again and gently touching his wrist for a moment. "Maybe next time, yeah?" 
"I'll hold you to it," he warned her with a grin that he somehow managed to pull out of the depths of his being, then winked for good measure. "Let me at least walk you home, it's getting late."
Before either of them could second-guess or protest, Lo'ak put the cup he had intended for Ao'nung down and slung one arm around her shoulders. Her eyes widened into two big pools of ocean water, and then she ducked her head with a smile. 
"It's okay, you don't need to do that," she said softly, but he just steered her away from the circle of light, squeezing her shoulders before releasing her.
"But I want to," Lo'ak said firmly, glancing down at her again. She was already looking at him with a concentrated look on her face that he couldn't place. It made something warm pool in his chest, but then he quickly added on: "Unless you don't feel comfortable with me here, then I'll get Ao'nung or someone else you like, no problem-"
"I don't feel uncomfortable with you."
Her quiet voice was much clearer now that they had left the party behind, and she looked genuinely confused and embarrassed at the same time.
Lo'ak grabbed the back of his neck, cheeks burning. 
"Ah, well. That's good then."
They continued walking for a while, the stars out on full display with not a single cloud to obscure them. Just as they reached the first line of marui's, she nudged him.
"Sorry for ditching you guys the other day." 
There was no explanation as to why she hadn't come, but the apology still made him smile.
"Don't worry about it," Lo'ak shrugged as they walked up sandy paths. Some of the homes still had fires going inside, others were completely dark. "But you're always welcome to join us, you know? I hardly ever see you around."
"I just... enjoy some time by myself sometimes. It's nice and calm."
Lo'ak stopped, looking at her seriously. She took a few more steps before noticing that he wasn't following her anymore, head tilted in question.
"Lo'ak? What is it? Did you forget something?"
He chewed his lip for a moment, trying to weigh if he should say anything or just accept her reasoning.
"I saw you around a few times," he settled on, observing her. Her cute, pale face scrunched up in confusion. "And I very distinctly remember how sad you looked. Like you wanted to come over but were too scared or something. And then I asked Ao'nung, and he said that you'd rather be safe at home than take a risk on some new experiences, and I don't think that's a good way to spend your life. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? That you end up having fun? I'd love it if you came over, we could get to know each other and then you wouldn't be alone all the time."
Lo'ak smiled encouragingly, satisfied with finally voicing his desire to see her more often and show her a good time with his siblings and friends. 
She didn't seem to share that thought. Her face had become motionless, and her tiny frame straightened up to her full height.
"Good to know that Ao' talks about me behind my back," she said tonelessly. "And thank you for walking me home, but I'd rather be alone now like I always am." 
She whirled around and rushed between some shrubs and flowers, stunning Lo'ak for a second. He quickly dropped the now empty cup he'd been slowly drinking on their walk, running after her, calling out her name and cursing himself at the same time. The way she'd said that had made him sound like a complete ass. It hadn't come across like that, had it?
Somebody hissed at Lo'ak to be quiet from one of the homes surrounding them, so he shut his mouth and tried to catch up with her, but had to pull up short in front of a small marui. 
An old lady, obviously her grandmother judging by the delicate features and frame, was stroking her back soothingly as she clung to her, shoulders twitching. He stepped closer, out of the dark and into the bright moonlight, but the old woman just shot him a disgruntled look before ushering her granddaughter inside, dropping the privacy curtain behind them.
Angry at himself, Lo'ak kicked the nearest pebble out of his way, hands balled into fists. He walked back home, noting how far their marui were from each other and cursing himself the whole way.
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The hit to the head came out of nowhere, almost sending him sprawling off his ilu. Lo'ak turned with a furious hiss, holding his head, then came face to face with an equally angry Ao'nung.
"You complete and utter asshole," the Metkayina spat, practically radiating with rage. "Why the fuck would you say that shit to her? Do you not have any basic understanding of compassion or tact?"
Resigned, he let his shoulders droop. It had been three days since that night, and Lo'ak hadn't seen her or Ao'nung for that matter. He hadn't been hiding. Not at all. Well, okay, maybe a little. 
"This," Ao'nung continued, pointing a finger at his chest now, drifting closer in the water. "Is why it never worked out between you and Tsireya. You don't think before you open that big fat mouth."
"Careful now," Lo'ak growled, hands balling into fists. They glared at each other. Ao'nung, with his tattooed arms and broad shoulders, was undeniably stronger than him, but Lo'ak was faster. If it came down to it and Ao' tried to drown him (it looked more and more likely with each passing second), he wouldn't go down quietly. "I didn't mean it to come out the way it did. I just wanted to let her know that I'd like to have her around, that's all!"
"And that's where your problem is, forest boy!" Ao'nung spat out, turning his ilu around, clearly over the conversation. "It's not always about what you want, what you like, what you feel comfortable with! I told you she's sensitive, and you go and call her a loner to her face, dragging my name into it as if I'm the one that has an issue with her doing her own thing. Grow up, Lo'ak."
And with that, he dove beneath the water at breakneck speed, leaving a speechless Lo'ak behind. 
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The next time he saw her, on a warm rainy season morning, Lo'ak dropped his hunting gear next to his ikran and ran across the sand towards her, calling her name. She glanced over to him, then towards the ocean, as if contemplating whether or not she should make a run for it. 
"Wait, please," he called out, hands held out. "I just want to apologize for what I said the other night."
She turned towards him, arms wrapped around herself. She didn't look as cold or angry as she had been when they last spoke, let alone the sobbing picture of misery in her grandmother's arms. But there was that wall of polite distance between them again, and Lo'ak knew he'd been the one that had built it back up brick by brick, just when she'd felt a bit more relaxed around him.
"You shouldn't apologize for the things you mean," she said, her tiny voice tired. "It's fine."
"No, it's not," he argued back, coming to stand in front of her. She was dressed for a day out at the reef, with multiple pouches and small nets fastened to her chest and back harness. "That came out way different than what I had intended it to sound like, and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean-" 
Lo'ak trailed off, staring into her face, willing her to look at him, to give him a smile or even a scowl. Anything. 
"I didn't mean to imply that you aren't... I don't know. Living a good life. I'm sure you have lots of things you like and find joy in, but I noticed that you seem uncomfortable or unhappy sometimes."
Her blue eyes finally swivelled up towards him, burning. 
"That's a pretty normal part of life, Lo'ak," she said stubbornly, and he grinned down at her, catching her off-guard. Her eyebrows rose in confusion as he leaned down a bit.
"Exactly," he agreed. "But I'd like to help with that, share it with you. You seem like a sweet person, and Ao'nung values your friendship enough to shout at me like we're fourteen again. Anyone that can tolerate him for that long must have the patience of a hundred men."
She rolled her eyes, but a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"And," he continued, happily. "I understand what it's like to not want to be around too many people. So if you ever want to just hang out in silence, we can do that, too. Deal?" He stretched out his hand towards her, and she cocked her head, intrigued.
"That's our no-bullshit handshake. It's like a secret contract between you and me now," he whispered conspiratorially. "By shaking on it, you promise to tell me honestly when you want to be alone, and I promise that I'll always be sincere when I ask you out. So there is no more second-guessing."
His cheeks pinked a bit at the last part, and she covered her mouth to hide a little smile of her own. Lo'ak noticed how she didn't even try to deny that she'd been questioning his sincerity, but oddly enough, that revelation didn't even hurt. Not when she smiled up at him like that.
"I mean, you know. To hang out. Friends. Not like- Unless you want to, but-"
Her small hand slipped into his easily, squeezing and shaking it awkwardly.
"It's a deal then," she smiled, before releasing him and quickly glancing down at her feet again. "And since our 'secret contract' demands my honesty, I have to tell you that you're making me late for work."
Lo'ak threw his head back and laughed, relieved and enamoured all at once.
"I'll leave you to it then," he winked, watching with delight how her entire face flushed a little. "See you around?"
She rolled her eyes, more fondly this time and bent down to pick up a small strap full of knives.
"Not tonight or tomorrow night," she said quietly, strapping the holster around her thigh. "But Ao'nung told me you'll meet up at the sea terraces soon?"
Lo'ak smiled some more, nodding as he watched her handle her equipment with interest. When her piercing gaze flickered up into his at his silence, he cleared his throat.
"Yeah," he tried to sound nonchalant. "We're doing something pretty much every night. I'd love it if you came."
They looked at each other for another moment longer, and then she gently touched his wrist for a second, smiling.
"Thank you," she said softly, before brushing past him. Lo'ak watched her leave, eyes running over her lithe body as she ran towards the water, heart a thousand times lighter.
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The first couple of times that she showed up, Lo'ak sensed a giddy sort of awkwardness between them. In a way, he felt like he had to perform for her and everybody else there, and perhaps he was just imagining things, but it almost seemed like she felt the same. 
Some mornings they'd just sit in silence while the others chattered over the communal breakfast, other nights she'd talk passionately to Rotxo about the correct way to harvest and store different plants or advise Ao'nung on his skinning technique. 
She'd sometimes blush afterwards and ask Lo'ak in private whether or not he thought that the others found her too forward or rude for speaking her mind. He always reassured her that everybody liked her just as she was, though he could tell that she didn't believe him sometimes. That changed whenever he bluntly told her his opinion in turn, narrowly walking that tightrope of offensive honesty. 
She came out of her shell more and more after that, teasing him and the others, feeling less insecure within herself. It was a beautiful transformation to witness.
Lo'ak walked her back home most days, talking about anything and nothing. He learned that her favourite colour was yellow and that she held the record for holding her breath for the longest amount of time among their friends (theirs now, because Kiri and Spider had taken to her faster than a tulkun learned to swim, with Ao'nung and Rotxo building a natural bridge to the other divers and hunters their age. Lo'ak had been amazed at how few of them seemed to know little more than her name, despite living in the same village for all their lives). 
He knew that she was a terrible cook, way too absentminded to check on whatever they were putting together. She introduced him to her tsurak, a gentle beast who chirped happily whenever they came around to see him.
Lo'ak eventually told her about losing Neteyam, and the void his death had left in him. She'd cried for his brother, a boy she'd never met personally, let alone talked to, and Lo'ak had fallen a little bit harder for her at that moment. 
They went diving together, listened to songs at her grandmother's marui, and braided each other's hair. When she found a particularly pretty shell or pearl, she'd add it to a windchime that hung in her bedroom, assuring him that he'd get to have it once it was finished one day. He showed her how to shoot a bow properly, and had to comfort her when most went flying wide.
Things that good friends did for and with each other, only with the added complication that Lo'ak's heart raced whenever she decided to come around. Ao'nung would send him heavy stares sometimes, which could mean about a million different things, but mostly just conveyed a pretty clear message: Don't fuck this up. 
He had no intention of doing that, not again. But the stupid insects in his belly had come back to life rather viciously, demanding his attention and it was becoming rather distracting. What had started out as a simple crush on a pretty girl, was quickly turning into a fully grown addiction. She was smart and funny, and Lo'ak craved to be close to her at all times. On the days when he didn't see her, he could feel himself growing restless, wondering what she was up to, but trying to respect their agreed-upon boundaries. 
But tonight they would see each other again, and he was already grinning from ear to ear when he spotted her running around the bend of the shoreline, rather late.
"Finally," he called out to her, hands stemmed at his side. "Thought I had been stood up again."
"I contemplated it," she smiled back, nudging his side as they started to walk next to each other. "But then I missed Kiri too much to not come."
Lo'ak clutched his heart dramatically, gasping.
"How you say such hurtful things while smiling like an innocent baby, I will never understand."
She giggled, looking around with her eyes narrowed as she noted the absence of their friends. 
"Where is everybody? I thought we'd go to the hot springs tonight?"
Lo'ak's grin returned in full force, hands and stomach tingling in anticipation. 
"We are," he practically purred, before stopping her with his arm around her shoulder. "But Ao'nung got impatient so the others already flew ahead. I said I'd take you."
She went very still in his arm, ocean eyes staring up at him.
"Flew?" Her tiny voice whispered. 
"You didn't think we'd walk, did you?" Lo'ak teased her gently, looking back. They were so close, and the temptation to just curl his hand around her jaw and kiss her burned in the back of his mind. He cleared his throat and looked up into the sky, calling out to his ikran with a few harsh clicks of his tongue. Lo'ak felt her small hand dig into his side where she had instinctively held onto him, shaking her head.
"No way," she protested, and he held her tighter as she tried to weasel out of his hold. "My feet will stay on the ground, thank you very much."
"Nope," he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her hair as his ikran slammed into the soft sand in front of them, gurgling happily. "You'll learn how to ride him tonight, and I promise you'll love it."
She shot him a long look behind her long eyelashes. It made his heart race, and he instinctively leaned down towards her a bit, his body curling around hers. He wondered what it would be like to press her against him properly, taste her kisses, tug on the braids he had interspersed with shiny beads. If she'd melt against him all shy or-
"Fine," she huffed, breaking him out of his decidedly more-than-friendly thoughts. "But I'll get the front seat. And you'll double and triple strap me in."
"Of course, princess," he smiled, throwing her a wink that made her avert her eyes with a flush. "Don't want you falling off and breaking your pretty neck now, do we?"
"Less talking, more strapping," she mumbled quietly, pushing him away with a huff that made him laugh. 
They approached his ikran slowly, with Lo'ak whispering sweet nothings to him until his soul brother was standing as still as he ever would. He'd already saddled him earlier, and it felt natural and easy to wrap his hands around her waist and push her up into it. 
She clung onto the thick leather straps, clearly intimidated and scared.
"It's okay," he reassured her gently, gripping her thighs and ankles as he wrapped them up in cloths that were secured to the saddle afterwards. "I'm here, remember?"
She nodded slowly, sending him a wobbly smile. When Lo'ak was satisfied with his work he circled around the beast carrying the girl of his dreams, trying to slow his breath and heartbeat. It wouldn't do if both of them were nervous.
Finally, he came to a stop right next to her, noting with a grin how she'd slowly started to relax in the saddle.
"Make some room for me," he chided her, pushing her lower back forward a bit. "Unless you want to go flying by yourself." 
She grumbled a bit, scooting around and then Lo'ak pulled himself up with the grace of somebody that had been born into this. His much larger body slotted perfectly against hers, and he circled her just underneath her arms to hold onto the main reigns.
There was a heartbeat of awkwardness between them, but then she relaxed back into him, leaning against his chest and stomach. He pulled her a little closer, resting his chin over her shoulder with a smile.
"You good?" Lo'ak asked, directly into her ear. She nodded slowly, and he could see her hands clutching the wrappings over her thighs. Her fresh scent was right there, and he inhaled a few times, before taking one hand off for a moment to grab his queue and connect to his ikran. 
The rush of emotions between them was as wonderful as always, and he could have sworn that there was a sense of glee coming from his companion. 
Finally, it seemed to say.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Lo'ak concentrated heavily on the right commands, clicking his tongue softly. With a mighty push and beat of wings, they were airborne. He felt her scream more than he heard it, laughing loudly as they soared into the sky, bracketing her body with his so she wouldn't be jerked around too much.
They ascended quickly, and she grabbed for his hands in a panic, clutching onto them where he held onto the saddle.
Lo'ak rubbed his face against hers soothingly, intertwining their fingers before pulling his ikran into a more horizontal position. They flew over the jungles of her island with great speed, bioluminescence glimmering up towards them underneath the canopy, colourful birds swooping around them in flocks. 
She'd stopped screaming, but still held onto him tightly, pressing her whole body into Lo'ak with each mighty flapping of wings and muscles from below.
"Good?" He asked over the howling of the warm wind, faint drizzles of raindrops hitting their flushed faces. 
"I- I think so," she shouted back, wide-eyed as she stared over the edge of the ikran, trying to take it all in. 
They flew in wide circles, passing over the Cove of Ancestors, sometimes flying low enough that they could almost touch the tree tops. She laughed then, reaching out her fingertips as Lo'ak curled his arm over her stomach, grinning into her neck. He'd almost forgotten about their plans to meet up with the others, so wrapped up in her and the endless amount of joy he felt from seeing her this happy and carefree.
Just as he turned his ikran westward, zoning in on one of the smaller volcanoes, she turned her beaming face towards him. Her eyes sparkled, aquamarine reflecting the countless stars as she grinned up at him.
"Thank you," she said loudly, squeezing his arm over her stomach. "I don't think I will ever forget this."
Lo'ak had already opened his mouth to reply in kind, when she pressed a warm kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a moment, before turning forwards again, snuggling into his hold.
His heart missed several beats, but then he laughed and laughed, kissing her cheek and shoulder until she giggled and protested that he would make them crash if he didn't pay more attention. 
Finally, came the satisfied response from his ikran again, and this time he wholeheartedly agreed. 
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Reader: *takes weeks to work up the courage to semi-regularly go around a big group of people*
Lo'ak: Why does she want to talk to the guy that she's been friends with for 10+ years and that knows and respects her boundaries instead of me? 😔 Why doesn't she wanna kiss kiss? 😔 I'm handsome too, the fuck? 😔 I swear these girls just like to-
Reader: Hi Lo'ak 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Lo'ak: PRECIOUS BABYGIRL, CINNAMON BUN WITH ICING COME HERE I WANT TO DEVOUR YOU-
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UPLOADED: “let’s ditch and make out”
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★ : avatar / headcanons
content: you started to get bored, so to feed your boredom you came up with the idea to whisper something to the sully brothers, to make them react and lose focus on what they were originally doing.
pairing: neteyam & lo’ak / f!na’vi!reader
contains: flustered boys, humor, language [i think]
wordcount: 1.5k
notes: I don’t know why I write this for every character I have a brainrot with. i just find make out sessions hot and I can’t stop thinking abt it…<\3 reblogs would be appreciated!!
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★ neteyam
• neteyam is used to you whispering things to make him flustered.
• you’ve done it so many times, he even mastered how to control his expressions to not give you the satisfaction you want
• so you stopped doing it for a while. until now…
• the meeting you were in with him was getting boring and you wanted to leave.
• neteyam stood next to you looking more handsome than ever. all you wanted to do was tackle him and kiss every inch of his face
• that’s when the idea popped into your head. It’s been a while since you’ve whispered something to him, this would definitely get him off guard.
• he was flabbergasted. he definitely said “this bitch..?” in his head.
• neteyam hated when you tease him with something that involves kissing. because he's a man that would do anything to please you and make you happy and if you wanted to make out right now…he will go for it.
• he hates it even more when he's in a situation where has to wait for that to happen. he can get very impatient [even tho he's a very patient person] but it was because of the eyes you gave him.
• so innocent and pure [yeah right]
• at that very moment, he hated you <3 but let’s just say both needs were taken care of.
the meeting started with jake calling out the mistakes that were made in the previous attack. you hated this part of the meeting, having to stand there and hear jake criticize everyone for their missteps, it made you cringe, especially when he called you out. the meeting proceeded and you grew bored. you knew you shouldn’t but you were exhausted, hungry, and ready for bed.
after letting out a long yawn, you forgot to keep it quiet and made neteyam turn to you. he frowned and stitched his nose to ask you what was wrong. you shook your head and waved your hand, not wanting to take his focus away from a meeting he had to pay attention to. as you stared into his eyes, neteyam’s traveled from yours to your lips, then turned back to his father who was now talking about how they are going to confront the next attack.
you see neteyam’s tail go from side to side at pace. he looked so handsome, focus neteyam was your favorite neteyam and it made you think about unthinkable things. you wanted to kiss him over and over again. seeing him like that gave you an idea. you dabbed on his bicep and waited for him to meet your eyes. when he turns, you tiptoed and reach his ear with a hand covering your mouth, he then inclines to the side to make it easier for you. “wanna ditch and go make out?” you whispered your brilliant idea.
you stepped back, going to your original position with a smile. neteyam stayed inclining for a few seconds with his ears perked up before looking at his dad, then at you. his eyes were a bit wide and full of shock. he was trying to hide a smile that tried to creep its way to his lips, especially when he sees you title your head to the side. he stares at you and takes a deep breath as if he was deciding something in his head. you knew he wouldn't do it but he was full of surprises.
with a final decision in his head, he glanced at you one more time and turned back to his dad just in time before being called by him. before going up to jake, his tail hits yours. you giggled quietly and crossed your arms. knowing that when you step out of this tent, he’ll be taking you somewhere and you’ll have your answer to your proposal.
you walked out of the tent alone because neteyam had to stay with his dad to discuss something “confidential”. you wait by the doorway and after 10 minutes you are pulled away by neteyam. “don’t ever do that again, okay?” he whisper-yells taking you to his very own marui. “do what?” you asked, afraid that his dad might’ve heard you and now neteyam is in some kind of trouble. when you arrived at his marui, he turned to you, letting his soft hold on your wrist go. “make me wait like that, it was torture” he smiled, taking your face into his hands. “and dad heard you” he then kisses you.
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★ lo’ak
making lo’ak flustered was easy. he might have a tough exterior but when it comes to you he can’t hold his mean face for too long.
you loved messing with him, especially when there were people around.
but when it came to the two of you being alone it was also a cute adventure, going places you weren’t supposed to go and making out.
making out 24/7 because it was hard for the two of you to let go of each other.
and after moving to the reefs it became hard to continue that routine, the place was new and there was a high risk of getting lost or getting caught.
when you pulled your little “prank” on him In front of everyone, he panicked on the inside but on the outside he gave you a glare.
he's definitely cursing at you for teasing him and taking his focus off of something he needs to learn.
you kept teasing him and he couldn’t hold it.
it ends with the two of you finally finding a spot but losing track of time and getting caught by his dad.  
you sat on a rock by the beach surrounded by the sullys, tsireya, and aonung. after making the bonds with the ilu’s and learning how to ride them, now it was time to learn how to breathe the metkayina way. you sat in between lo’ak and kiri while tsireya and aonung sat in front of you. they began to instruct all of you on what to focus on while you took deep breaths. It only took you two to three tries to master your breathing. you wanted to announce it but once you saw everyone else struggle, you kept it to yourself and stayed seated. going along with the others, taking extra practice. out of everyone you saw lo’ak struggle the most, to you he looked adorable, perking his lips forward as he took deep breaths and let them out.
for some reason, you wanted to mess with him and make him lose his focus. after all, if he couldn’t learn today you were going to teach him privately. as an “I’m sorry” gift for messing with him in front of others. after everything that has happened, you haven’t been able to get lo’ak to yourself, and right now seemed like a good idea to say what you’ve been wanting to say for a long time. you knew it would throw him off because one he's been wanting to do it too and two there are people around.
you lean towards him and he sees you. “I'm bored, do you want to ditch and make out?” you smiled. lo’ak pulled away first, his face nonchalant as his eyes scan the circle of people, making sure that no one heard you. he then glares at you through a side look. you kept your wide smile and your eyes on him, blinking innocently. he looks away and fixes his posture breathing in and out. tsireya approaches him, she places her hand on his chest “lo’ak you must lower your heart rate, it is going very fast” you tried hiding your smile and muffling your laugh.
he kept trying but he kept failing, even kiri tried helping but his heart stayed at the same pace. “what’s got you all nervous?” she asked, her eyes going from him to you. you shrugged acting clueless. he shooed her away and tried again but on his own which led to nothing. “y/n, can you help him?” neteyam requested. you sat in front of lo’ak and smiled. your hands went to his chest and stomach and you began to put pressure as he took deep breaths. “you know…I meant it” you whispered.
he looks at you again with a glare. “I’m taking a break,” he says, standing up “wanna come?” he looks down at you, asking you a question that was not so much of a question due to the look in his eyes. “sure” you stood up and said your goodbyes to the group.
once you were far away from the group, he began. “what was that?” he asked, stopping in front of you. “nothing I just wanted to see you flustered, that’s all” you shrugged. he nodded and rolled his eyes. “well you succeed…” he stays quiet, scratching the back of his neck as he looks down at the sand. you see the shyness on his face and body language. you couldn't hold it. your hand reaches to his, and he looks up at you questioning your actions. “wanna go make out?” you whispered.
you ended up making out on a rock away from the village until late and jake and neytiri had to go out and look for the two of you. lo’ak was on top of you when his father showed up in his ilu with his mother setting behind him “you guys are in so much trouble”
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pandorxxx · 1 year
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Watch and Learn
Neteyam (23), Lo’ak (22), Jake (Too damn old but we love a good dilf😮‍💨) x omatikayan fem reader (21)
[it took me 4 cinnamon pop tarts and the entire HSM 3 album to write this😌. I got to the good part when “a night to remember” came on😎]
Tags: @touchedflowers helped with this storyline. Love you girlyyy🫶🏽❤️
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🔞Minors, do not interact🔞
Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, squirting, cumming, cursing, hair pulling, orgasms (multiple)
“Where the hell are those boys.” Jake whispered to himself as his sons were late to the war party meeting, yet again.
“Should we just start without them?” Norm questioned, as he looked out into the crowd of warriors. Jake sighed, looking around before he spoke.
“I’ll go find them, just keep the warriors here! I’ll be back.” He commanded as he walked off to find lo’ak and Neteyam.
It had been around 20 minutes since Jake decided to go look for his sons, with no luck.
“I am going to kill them, I swear to G-“ he stopped in his tracks when he heard faint whimpering and screaming. He snapped his head towards the sound, noticing that it was coming from your hut.
“Shit…y/n!” Jake shouts, running towards the hut.
“Y/n, are you hu- what the HELL is going on in HERE??!!” Jake stopped in his tracks with a shocked look as he watched the scene infront of him:
Y/n, sitting on the table, completely naked as lo’ak stood between her legs. Neteyam, fondling her breasts harshly. The boys look up, scrambling to get their cloths back on.
“We- i” Neteyam starts, getting cut off.
“We- i, my ass! I thought she was dying, but you two knuckleheads are just in here trying to kill her I see.” Jake started with his hands on his hips.
“Why do you have her on the table like that, boy? That’s not the right angle! You’ll never get her to cum in that angle! We talked about this!” Jake explained, gesturing angrily.
“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak says sharply as he picked you up, placing you on the ground. Jake shakes his head before snapping his head at Neteyam.
“And what the hell were you doing, boy? Squeezing her breasts like that? What have I always told you?” Jake shouted, pointing his finger at an ashamed Neteyam.
“Tease ‘em, don’t squeeze ‘em…” he answered, barely above a whisper.
“That’s right!” Jake nodded, snapping his head at your small frame as stood between his sons.
“Y/n, how were they treating you, babygirl?” He asked, looking into your innocent eyes, as you swayed back and forth.
“Uhhh, they were fine.” You nod, covering your chest with your arms.
“Fine.” Jake smirked sarcastically, darting his eyes between the two boys.
“How in the absolute HELL were you two just fine….THERE ARE TWO OF YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.” He gestured angrily, shaking his head.
“Let me show you two knuckleheads something.” Jake said, walking over to you. You couldn’t help but blush, smiling in your hand before meeting jakes eyes. You almost broke your neck trying to stare at him, as he towered over your small frame. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the table. The boys watching their dads every move. He placed you on the table, and turned it so that the boys could see everything.
“First of all…never EVER put her in this position again. If you want to fuck her like this, she has to be on the wall so her back is supported.” He explained sternly. The boys nodded in agreement.
“if you want to make her cum…” he started, taking you off of the table, turning you around so that your ass was on his already throbbing cock.
“You wanna put her like this.” He bent you over slightly, holding you by the bends of your elbows.
“Now if you want her to squirt” he picked you up by your hair, making you whimper. He grabbed the back of your thigh, placing it on the end of the table.
“You put her in this position, got it?” He snapped his head at the boys, as they nodded in unison.
“Good, now let me show the difference.” He put you in the previous position as he untied his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your clit.
“You don’t just shove it in, you tease her first, and then….” He slowly slid into you, making your mouth fly open at him filling you to capacity.
“You slide it in, slooooowly” he explained, placing one his huge hands on your hip. He looked at his sons to meet their attentive gaze, before looking down at you.
“How you doing, sweetie?” Jake asked you, pulling your hair out of your face.
“F-fine, sir!” you grunt, trying to get used to his size, as his sons were no where near the size of him.
“You always wanna check on her, making sure she’s ok. What’s the fun if you’re hurting her? Or she’s not into it? Like watch this.” He thrusted into you slowly, causing you to let out a light moan.
The boys watched you, getting aroused all over again.
“It’s all about the angles, too. The sweetspot is upwards, so you wanna thrust upwards, like this.” He angles his hips, thrusting up into you, making your eyes roll back, letting out the prettiest moan.
“You keep doing that, and she’ll cum in no time.” He started to thrust into you, fast and deep. You were a mess under him, as he continued to hit your sweetspot.
“FUCK!” You shouted, filling your high coming already.
“Watch your mouth, y/n!” Jake growled as he slapped your ass, thrusting into you at a steady pace.
“I-I’m sorry, sir!” you whimpered, as you shut your eyes tightly.
“If you really wanna get her off, just talk her through it. Tell her what she wants to here!” He shouted over your loud moans. He bent down to your ear, kissing it.
“You like when your leader fucks you sensless ,huh?” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on it. Your mouth flew open, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Mhmmm!” you hum with your bottom lip in your mouth. Jake kissed your neck before pinning you back to the table. You felt like you were about to explode.
Neteyam and lo’ak were both jerking off watching you become an absolute mess. Desperately waiting to get a turn.
“If you do everything that I tell you, she should-” he was interrupted by you screaming as you convulsed on his cock. He looked down to see his cock covered in your cream.
“Cum…” he chuckled, slowing down his thrusts to help you ride out your high. You were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. You were laying flat on the table, completely exhausted. Jake rubbed your back, comforting you.
“Now, it’s time for the main event.” He lifted you up by the back of your neck, putting your leg on the table. He lined his cock up with your throbbing cunt before sliding in slowly again. You threw your head back on him, crying out loud.
“I know, I know, you’re alright.” He tapped your stomach in an attempt to calm you down, before thrusting into you, at a steady pace. He wrapped his arms around your small waist, angling his thrusts upwards. You felt your high coming again, but more intense.
“Right when you feel her clench around you, that’s when you rub her clit.” He reached around to demonstrate. Your knees buckle, as the pleasure became too much. You scream out loud, as your eyes rolled back. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel as you squirted everywhere.
Neteyam and lo’ak’s eyes widened at your intense release.
Jake pulled out of slowly, as your juices ran down your legs. You were still shaking from your orgasm, laying on the table to calm yourself. Jake looked down at you, and then back at the boys, putting his hands on his hips.
“Ok, both of you pick one position, and make her orgasm. You can pick any method, I don’t give a damn, Got it?” He looked between the two boys, as they looked at each other.
“Neteyam, you go first boy.” Neteyam nodded, walking over to your limp body. He looked back at his dad, not knowing what to do with you in this state.
“She’s fine, just alittle tired. You got this, don’t be nervous, boy!” Jake clapped, before resting his hands on his hips again.
Neteyam looked back at you, leaning down to your ear.
“Uhhh, y/n? are yo-“ neteyam was cut off by lo’ak laughing.
“Dad, you should’ve let me go first. He’s being a wuss!” Lo’ak gestured towards Neteyam.
“Hush, boy!” Jake shouted at lo’ak. He snapped his head back at Neteyam with a disappointed look. Neteyam sighed, knowing what he had to do. He didn’t want to wear you out, but he didn’t want to disappoint his father either.
He grunted loudly before pulling you up by your hair. You yelped in pain, holding onto his arm.
“That’s what I’m talking about, boy! You got it!” Jake shook his fist, watching Neteyam to see what he would do next.
“I’m sorry, y/n….” neteyam whispered in your ear before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes widened, as you bit your lip. He gently shifted his grip from your hair to the folds of your arms. He thrusted up into you slowly, trying to take it easy on you.
“Mmmmm, don’t stop!” You moaned, letting your head go limp. Neteyams eyes widened at your response to his thrusts, making him speed up his pace.
“Yes!!! Yes!! yessss!!!” You cried as you felt him repeatedly hit your spot. He bit his lip, leaning down to your ear.
“You look so pretty, moaning on my cock.” He whispered, licking your ear lobe. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your high approaching quickly.
“That’s it, boy!” Jake shouted as he watched his oldest son dominate you, like a real man is supposed to.
“NETEYAMMMM” you whined, reaching to grab his hand. He intertwined his fingers with your as he clenched his jaw, watching you come undone on his cock. He looked down to see your cream covering his cock. He slowed down, letting you ride out your high.
“Like a real warrior! That’s what I’m talking about, boy!” Jake shouted proudly.
Neteyam pulled out of you slowly, gently laying you back down on the table, before walking away. Jake patted him on the back, followed by clapping.
“Ok lo’ak, it’s your turn, boy!” Jake motioned for him to step up. Lo’ak smirked at Neteyam before walking off.
“You made her cum, how cute. Now watch me make her squirt, dumbass!” He shook his head, walking towards your limp body with such confidence. He reached you, immediately pulling you up by your hair, placing your leg on the table .
“Ok, boy! Bold move, trying to make her squirt. Don’t get discouraged if she doesn’t, it takes a lot of practice.” Jake explained to lo’ak, but he wasn’t listening. He knew he was gonna have you screaming in a few.
He slowly slid into you, making you hum at the emptiness in you being filled for the third time. He started off slow, thrusting up into you. Your hums rapidly turned into loud moans as you felt him hit your spot repeatedly. He got carried away, grabbing you by your neck from behind, speeding up his pace.
your mouth flew opened, as you felt your high coming for the forth time that night. You gripped the hand wrapped around your neck as a tear fell on your cheek.
“Good job, boy! Now rub her clit, she’s over the edge!” Jake shouted
Lo’ak massaged your clit, causing your knees to buckle. He held you up with one arm wrapped around your tiny waist. He leaned down to your neck, leaving hickeys before he made his was up to your ear. His fangs grazed your earlobe before he spoke.
“Squirt…” and on command, your whole body shook violently, as you screamed his name. You squirted all over his stomach and thighs. He thrusted up into you slowly, making you shake with every stroke.
“SHIT!!” You panted, biting your lip. He pulled out of you slowly, watching your juices fall to the ground, trickling down your legs. He let you down gently before walking away.
“Goddammit, boy!!! That’s how you do it!!” Jake shouted, turning towards the boys.
“I’m proud of both of you!!! Good job!” he smiled, before looking back at your almost lifeless body. He chuckled as he watched you twitched occasionally.
“Now, get her cleaned up, and get to the damn meeting!” He shouted putting his loincloth back on, before walking out of the hut.
The brothers looked at each other, and stared back at you, laid across the table.
“Do you think she’s ok?” Neteyam asked, still staring at you. Lo’ak stared at you before speaking.
“I’m not going to lie” lo’ak started with a sarcastic grin, as he looked back at Neteyam.
“I have no idea, bro…”
Okayyyy, this low key good mannn, i like it a lot.I’m veryyy surprised that I haven’t seen more fanfics with all 3 of them but hey, I like to be first anyway😎. I will be working on other suggestions throughout the week so look out for that. Anywaysss love y’all, and I’ll see y’all later.
Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,
Pandorxx
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