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[princessbrunette]

this w rafey that’s all good bye 🙃🏃🏽‍♀️

the speed at which he’d purchase this for you is unreal . i need it

[starfxkrreloaded]

speaking of old concepts… the new drew pics have me feening for bf’sdad!rafe again like crack in the 80’s!!! idk how we can bring him back but i need to have hot, nasty, sweaty, problematic sex with this old man or I’ll perish in the sun

like heLLO?!

bfs!dad!rafe ohhhhh ive missed him lowkey. he's literally so bored and disinterested in his son because cycles and whatnot and while he may not be as bad as rafe was, he's not very smart. rafe's confused as to how he even got you really. so many nights it's the three of you relaxing after dinner while your bf drones on and on, you're trying to hide your boredom and rafe doesn't even attempt to. all he's thinking about really is you sneaking into his room in the middle of the night so he can show you how a real man does it.

[rafesaddiction]

It's still not cheating when he's your enemy – Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Part 2)

see here for part 1 and here for part 2.5

Summary: You just want to make a living, but Rafe Cameron keeps showing up and disturbing you while you're working. He's so damn annoying – and hot.

Concept: enemies, Who did this to you?

Warnings: mdni! – smut, rough sex, p in v, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), aggression, violence, manhandling, choking, cursing, name calling (reader is called a whore), mentions of assault (not by rafe), mean!rafe, also dark!rafe and protective!rafe

Word count: 4.7k

tagging those who asked for a part 2 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @niyahwhoreworld @luvagirlsworld @elizzzzz143 @ghostlycrystobalove @fabienne6656 @noodle81937 @sadexact @marauderssmut @daydreamerblues I hope you'll enjoy this.

“I knew that ass looked familiar!”

You frowned as you heard that dark voice behind you, but you didn't turn around. You pretended not to have heard anything and went on scrubbing the wall with the sponge. You were kinda good at that – not at the scrubbing, but at ignoring catcalls. You had suffered like a lot in the last 30 minutes or so alone. At least half of the dozen cars that had passed behind you on the street had honked at you while you had been trying to clean some graffiti off the supposedly historical wall of this supposedly historical building. They wouldn't let you use any hard chemicals (not that you could've afforded them) to get rid off the paint because they would destroy the precious stone, or whatever. So cleaning the wall took ages. Sadly you were not paid by the hour, but by results alone. The graffiti was actually some insulting – and very true – statement about kooks. You thought that the handwriting looked somewhat familiar. And you almost suspected your boyfriend’s best friend to be the unknown author. You could almost hear him say that he did this on purpose just to create jobs, which was absolutely stupid, and therefore could've been true.

“Hey!” that voice again, and you rolled your eyes, unseen by the one addressing you. You still didn’t turn around to the car that was driving by slowly. And now it seemed to have stopped. You heard a car door open, but you ignored that too as you bent down to soak the sponge in the bucket of water, which was almost black by now from the paint and the dirt from the wall.

It was still early morning, not too hot, but cleaning this damn wall was hard work, and a light film of sweat had gathered on your forehead. You wiped it away with the back of your hand, before stretching your arms high above your head to start scrubbing again. The foamy water ran along your bare arms. You were wearing a cropped top and jeans shorts. You should’ve worn gloves to protect the skin on your hands from the cleanser, you thought, when you heard that voice again. So close, it made you freeze and your breath hitched.

“Did no one ever tell you it’s impolite not to answer when spoken to?”

A shiver you tried to ignore ran down your spine as you felt his presence so very close behind you. You couldn't help but close your eyes for a moment, when you smelled his scent; his dark, expensive cologne filling your lungs, your senses, and as if your body remembered, light goosebumps covered your skin – and you felt that throbbing between your legs.

“Or do you think I'm just a daydream?”

The arrogant tone in his voice drove you mad. You opened your eyes, your jaw clenched, but you continued staring at the wall.

Whereas before you had only felt his presence, you could now feel his touch. He was standing directly behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he leaned closer, his face next to yours, his lips moved close to your ear, while one of his hands found the exposed skin on your stomach. His long fingers slowly travelled under your top, shoving it up.

“I promise I'm real,” he whispered into your ear.

You shuddered, his hand cupping the underside of your breast, and you hated how your body reacted, how your traitorous nipples perked up, how your stupid legs got wobbly. You involuntarily let out a moan as his lips found your skin, touching that very sensitive spot under your ear.

You couldn't have this, not here on a public street in broad daylight, and not with him, not with Rafe fucking Cameron.

You spun around, saw a smug grin on his ridiculously handsome face and shoved the wet sponge right into his arrogant face – and you again wished that you'd have been able to afford more aggressive chemicals.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed, moved a step back, rubbing his face, blinking, and looking at you both angry and in confusion, his mouth slightly open, his head tilted to the side, as if he expected you to explain your behavior to him when his behavior had been anything than appropriate or normal!

You looked at him with a little triumphant grin on your lips. But your small victory didn't last long.

His hand shot to your throat, gripping it so hard, your back was forcefully pushed against the wall, making you wince. Your hands wrapped around his arm, trying to fight him off, already struggling to breathe. And on top of that, his sudden proximity overwhelmed all your senses as his body was caging you in, making you feel his power over you. The look on Rafe's face was menacing; his brows furrowed, his eyes darkened, he seemed ready to kill.

Rafe moved so close that you felt his breath on your face, brushing against your skin. You could do nothing but gaze at him as you struggled to get out of his grip, in vain.

But suddenly Rafe's tense features changed. His eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed and he tilted your head to the side, inspecting your face, to be precise inspecting the left side of your face. And you knew what he was looking at.

“Who did this to you?”

He was looking at the bruise on your left cheek. Not just cheek, the black and blue mark covered almost half your face, from your eye to your jaw.

Rafe let go off your throat, placing both his palms on either side of your head on the wall. He was in fact caging you in now.

“No one,” you snapped, scowling at him. You tried to cover the bruise with your hair, but Rafe didn't allow it. He grabbed your wrist, held it, made you flinch at his strength. He would probably leave his own mark there.

“Bullshit,” he growled. “Tell me. Who did this? Your boyfriend?”

You detected something strange in his voice, but you couldn't quite place it, it sounded almost like he was being cautious, which was ridiculous. Rafe Cameron was never cautious or hesitant with his words. And despite that somewhat strange tone in his voice, it was commanding and he seemed to believe that he was entitled to get an explanation from you.

“No!” You frowned at him and managed to pull your hand free, so you could use both your hands to shove him away – or try to. He didn't move an inch while your hands lay on his broad chest. You could feel the hard muscles underneath his shirt. You could feel his rapid heartbeat. His chest rising and falling as he stared at you intensely.

“Like you would care anyway…” Your voice soft and unsteady.

You expected him to say something disregarding like that he didn't give a fuck and that would end this conversation – this tense situation. But he didn't. Rafe looked at you with a stern expression and when he spoke, there wasn't even a hint of mockery in his voice.

“Who did this to you?” He asked again.

There was something so earnest in his tone that you just looked at him, stunned, for a second. You felt your heart beat so violently, it felt like he must have heard it too.

You bit your lips and averted your gaze.

But Rafe wouldn't let you. His fingers under your chin, guided your face, made you look at him. And he gazed at you. His blue eyes so dark, so intense, they were penetrating you. And you shuddered.

“My landlord,” you answered his question, unable to resist his demanding tone any longer.

Rafe didn't say anything, but looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

You felt a lump in your throat and your voice sounded weak when you spoke more.

“I couldn't pay the rent and he ‘suggested' another form of payment. But I –” The fresh memory made your voice trail off and you felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“Did you?” His voice was low.

“No!” You glared at him, some of that familiar anger returning and making your voice stronger. “I'm not a whore!”

Rafe's words from the other night were still clear in your mind and fueled your rage anew. You tensed up and suddenly realized that your hands were clawing at his shirt. You kept them there and you looked Rafe straight into the eyes when you continued, “I told him to shove it and kicked him in the balls.”

Was that a hint of a smirk on Rafe's lips?

“But when I tried to get away, he gripped my hair, yanked me about and smacked my face against the doorframe. I wriggled out of his grip and ran. End of story.”

You gave Rafe's chest a shove and this time he moved a little back. So you ducked under his arm and walked off.

But you didn't get far.

His hand caught your wrist. He spun you around and you slumped against his chest, gasping in surprise before his lips covered yours.

You reacted without thinking. Your mouth opened, your lips moved against his. It was pure impulse, so strong you couldn't resist. You felt his strong hand grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you, kissed you deeply.

Waves and waves of intense electric tension were rushing through your body. For a moment you felt like you could let your guard down and just melt into his touch, melt against his body.

But you couldn't let that happen. This was never going to happen. The harshness of reality woke you up.

You pulled back and smacked his cheek with your hand, so hard, so loud, your palm burned.

Rafe looked at you, his lips parted – so dangerously close to yours…

“I could give you the money –”

His features were so soft, and the way he looked at you, it made your chest tighten and you felt your tears returning.

“Fuck you! I told you I’m no whore! I'm no one's whore! Not his and certainly not YOURS!” You screamed those words right at his face.

And Rafe just stood there. He did not attempt to grab you again, to pull you close, to kiss you, to hold you...

He just stood there and looked at you. Then his mouth closed and he nodded and his lips moved again, but you couldn't hear what he was saying, as if he was talking to himself. And then he just turned around and walked away, got into his jeep and drove off.

And you exhaled, and all tension fell from your body. You were shivering and no longer held those tears back. You cried out and a passing driver looked at you in confusion and you yelled after him to fuck off and kicked at the water bucket – and regretted it a second later. You would have to get fresh water and then start working again. You had wasted more than enough time already. Because of Rafe fucking Cameron.

***

A few days later.

“What you doing here?”

Fuck, was he everywhere? You looked up from your phone and saw Rafe Cameron on his dirt bike, just having taken off his helmet, smoothing down his hair with his free hand – and grinning at you.

You glared at him and focused on your phone again, leaning with your back against the shop window. You tried your best to ignore him, hoping that he would for once get the hint.

It had been only three days since your last encounter; the bruise was still showing on your face, the cheap make up you had wasn't enough to cover it completely, but you had arranged your hair in a way that hid most of it – at least you hoped it did.

“Waiting for clients?” Rafe’s voice sounded closer. Obviously he hadn’t taken the hint.

You didn't look up, but you could see and feel his shadow on you. He had gotten off his bike and walked over to you.

“Fuck off, asshole. I have no time for your bullshit.”

You looked up from your phone to glare at him.

He stood directly in front of you, had stopped about two feet away. It annoyed you how much your body already reacted to his presence. Your skin buzzing without his hands even touching it.

Rafe's hand moved to his head, combing through his hair.

“What are you doing here?” You hoped you sounded as annoyed as you were.

“Buying a new 8-iron.”

You knitted your eyebrows.

“So what are you doing here? All dressed up – like that,” Rafe asked, pointing at your outfit.

You had to admit it was an unusual look for you. You were wearing a white blouse, all buttoned up, and a black pencil skirt reaching to your knees, the fabric stiff and making your thighs itch. It wasn't yours. You had to borrow that skirt from your neighbor.

~~~

When you walked over to your neighbor's door that morning, you looked around nervously, making sure not to accidentally run into your landlord. You wouldn't want to repeat that kind of encounter, especially not today when you had a job interview for a position at a stationery shop on main street. One of those fancy-ass shops where kook parents bought school supplies for their spoiled offspring. With school starting in a few weeks, they had a new position to fill. Though it was just temporary, it was good money, and maybe even a chance for something permanent.

“Try this on, I think it might fit.” Your neighbor held out a black skirt from her closet, handing it to you.

You were standing in her small bedroom, trying not to step on the stuff scattered on the floor. You pulled down your shorts and put on the skirt and frowned at the image of the young woman in the mirror. You did not like it at all, but the skirt looked like something someone working at a kook stationery shop would wear, so it would do.

You thanked your neighbor and were about to leave when you remembered that it had been days since you had last seen your landlord, which was unusual, since he was always lurking around, sitting by the empty pool, shouting at kids or harassing his female tenants. Your neighbor always knew the latest gossip, so you just asked her about his whereabouts.

“Haven't you heard?”

“Heard what?” You frowned at her in confusion.

“He got run over by a car three days ago.”

“Oh,” you said. “Is he alive?” You knew it was bad to wish someone ill, but part of you couldn't help hoping for the worst.

“Barely. He's in intensive care. Can't move a single bone in his body. His jaw is completely crushed.”

“By the car?”

“No. After he'd been hit, the driver got out of the car and beat him up. With a golf club.”

You raised your eyebrows. “With a golf club?”

She nodded.

“And did they, did the police catch whoever…?”

She shook her head. “Strange thing. No one saw anything. Though it happened in broad daylight. On the street right in front of our compound.”

“Huh,” you said.

“Yep,” she shrugged, folding clothes and putting them back into her closet. “And he can't remember anything, he says. Well, he can hardly speak with that fractured jaw. Only liquid diet for him for the next couple of weeks and I guess he won't be around that soon.”

~~~

“I have a job interview, if you must know.”

You put your phone away and pressed your now empty palms against the cool glass behind you.

“A job interview?” Rafe cocked his head.

“Yeah. You know, some people actually do have to get jobs and work for a living.”

You expected him to snap or at least frown at you, but he just grinned.

“So you're nervous?”

You glared at him. “What do you want?”

He chuckled and lifted his hands in a defensive way. “What? Can't I just make friendly conversation?”

The frown on your forehead deepened, your muscles tensing so much, it hurt your damn bruise.

“We are no friends.”

“True,” he shrugged, but he still didn't leave. He just stood there and looked at you. You wondered if he didn't have to be somewhere, but didn't bother to ask, because obviously, the answer would be ‘No'.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned your head in another direction.

Your foot was tapping on the ground, because, yes, you were fucking nervous. This was important and Rafe Cameron standing there and staring at you like that made you nervous in another kind of way. But you couldn't have that now. Or ever.

“I could help you relax, you know.”

Your head spun around to face him, and he looked like he actually meant it.

You glared at him, but fuck, your traitorous body reacted in an instant. Your skin was buzzing, you felt a restlessness that had nothing to do with being nervous about the interview.

“When's the interview?”

You checked the time on your phone. “Twenty minutes.”

“Ah, not nearly enough time,” he said with that cocky grin.

Why the hell could you practically feel his voice crawling under your skin when he was just standing there?

You pressed your legs together, and feeling the rough fabric of that damn skirt on your skin made you even more itchy.

And Rafe just stood there and he looked so fucking handsome, almost sweet with his baby-blue polo shirt, those fucking curtain bangs and that smile. His hand casually touched his lips, effectively drawing your attention to both his lips and those fingers – god, those fingers…

You growled – at least you hoped it sounded like a growl.

“Fuck it.” You exhaled. “Where's your car?”

“I'm afraid the jeep is at the auto shop. I had… an accident.”

Your eyebrows moved up. Did he just grin?

“But I know a place...”

Rafe moved his head, pointing with his chin in the direction before he started walking, and he just grabbed your wrist to pull you along. You mouthed a complaint, but followed him into an alley behind the storefront.

“I’m not gonna let you eat me out between dumpsters.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. He tugged you along to a door which he somehow managed to open.

He held it open for you to walk inside, which you did, while eyeing him.

“How do you know about this?”

Yet instead of answering, Rafe grabbed your neck and hip and his hungry lips found yours. And this time you didn't push him away. Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you reacted to the kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, something so hot, so feverish was ignited, and you had no intention to stop it. Your eyes closed and you heard the door fall shut and some clicking sound that must have been a light switch, but you had no intention of checking. Your body and his were so closely entangled, and you just let him move you in the direction he shoved you, practically clinging to each other.

With your eyes closed, you had shut out any rational thinking. All you wanted was feel. Him. Your own hands eagerly slipped under his shirt – under that damn baby-blue shirt that suited him so well. You couldn't wait to get it off of him.

Rafe seemed to be reading your mind – or just your body – he obliged, broke the kiss to take off his shirt.

And you gazed at his perfectly sculptured torso, those abs made you literally lick your lips.

You were slightly panting, when you quickly took in your surroundings. You were in some dusty storage room that didn't seem to be used – except for Rafe's fuckdates probably. The thought should appall you, but fact was, you were so hot for this guy, you were aching for his touch. And the way he looked at you told you, he was as hungry as you were, maybe even more – blue eyes so intensely gazing at you, you felt naked when still fully clothed. That throbbing between your legs was getting unbearable and you knew that your panties must be soaking wet by now. Just from that damn kiss. That damn hot kiss.

You saw him lick his lips and your breath hitched.

“So are you gonna get on your knees now?” You tried to make your voice sound firm when you felt your body trembling with anticipation.

Rafe chuckled and shook his head.

Stunned for a moment, you just gaped at him, but the next moment he grabbed you and turned you around, and you managed just in time to brace yourself with your hands before colliding with the wall. You let out a gasp.

You craned your head back, as you heard him unzip his pants.

“Fuck, you promised to go down on me!”

“Never said that. I said I'd make you relax.” You could only hear his dark voice, but you were sure he was smirking.

You felt the hot touch of his fingertips on your thigh, felt his hand moving under your skirt, moving between your legs that just parted on their own. You shivered, mewled, and your eyes rolled back into your head. Such a light touch shouldn't affect you that much. You frowned at yourself and reached back to slap at his arm, a rather half-hearted attempt to stop him.

“Oh, you don’t want my cock inside you? I can just leave…” The arrogant tone in his voice made you growl. And the touch of his fingertip grazing over the fabric of your panties – your soaking wet panties – made you moan.

This guy made you so incredibly mad – and needy.

You scoffed and mumbled a curse.

You gripped the hem of your skirt and shoved it up over your waist, pulled down your panties, and they dropped to the floor. You faced the wall, pushing your naked ass out, arching your back and spreading your legs.

“Fuck me. And make me cum”, you commanded – hoping he wouldn't realize how much you were aching for his cock to fill you.

You heard him exhale and shuffle behind you. His large hand on your hip, you felt his length brushing along your slit, pulsing.

“And make it quick,” you said, already panting.

“That I can't promise.”

You were about to talk back, when Rafe's grip got firmer and his hard cock pushed into you, taking all your breath away.

And that was everything you felt from that moment on; your whole being was literally centered around Rafe Cameron’s cock buried deep inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, but he pushed harder, thrust into you with his whole length. You heard him inhale sharply and he remained still for a moment. Then his cock slowly retreated, before thrusting even harder into you.

You found your breath again, panting, moaning, whimpering as he fucked you.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand grabbing your throat, causing you to tense up more, and feeling another rush flooding your senses. He growled close to your ear. Your back arching, moving at his will. You were burning up and shivering at the same time. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach as he continued fucking you from behind, causing you to flinch. His fingertip rubbed your clit – damn, it shouldn’t be so easy for him to find exactly the right spot right away and to give you what your body craved for.

His touch was rough and ruthless, nothing tender about the way he fucked you and pushed you quickly close to the edge. You couldn't even try to hold it back. Your orgasm hit you hard and you moaned shamelessly as he was fucking you through your high. Your body not feeling like your own anymore but something Rafe was in charge off. And he was in absolute control over your sensations, your body, your desires. You were still riding on that high, legs shaking, when you felt another climax building up inside you.

You lost all sense of time or place or anything. You didn't just feel his cock inside you, his hands on your body, his breath on your skin. You felt him everywhere. Every cell of your body was filled with him, his power, his greedy nature. And you'd never felt so much like yourself.

He made you cry out and whine, moan and whimper pathetically as he fucked you relentlessly, turning you into something he used to satisfy his seemingly insatiable appetite.

When you thought you couldn't take anymore, when your body was nothing but a trembling mess at his mercy, he grabbed you harder, fucked you deeper, and hotly groaned into your ear.

You screamed his name, so loud, your lungs burned.

Your body convulsing as you felt his hot cum spilling into you.

His hand turned your face sideways and he whispered something into your ear, but you didn't get the words, only felt his hot breath, only felt his hard cock pushing again into you, up to the hilt.

You had no chance of stopping all those pathetic sounds coming from you, as your body was convulsing around his.

He held you, for a while. You were panting heavily, as you felt his heartbeat at your back.

Your whimpering sounds stopped and your breathing was eventually calming down.

When he pulled out, you almost collapsed to the floor, as your legs seemed unable to carry your own weight. He caught you. Rafe slowly turned you around and held you.

You looked at him, his face flushed, his lips parted as he seemed out of breath too. There was something in his eyes, something so soft. Something that was ripping at your chest.

He slowly moved closer. And the tightness in your chest was unbearable. You pushed him away.

He stepped back and bent down to pick up your panties, handing them to you.

You watched him through narrowed eyes as you put them on. You winced when you felt his warm cum dripping out of you. You glared at him as he grinned.

“Don't you ever use a condom?”

He grinned more and shrugged. “Consider it a lucky charm. For your interview.”

You froze as reality hit you hard.

“Fuck.”

Hastily you smoothed down your crumpled clothes and checked your phone. You were late for the interview. And looked like a fucking mess. Your hair in disarray, your face glowing, sweat covering your body. You looked like you had just been fucked into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You looked at the camera and tried to at least wipe away the smudged mascara from your cheeks.

You looked up and saw Rafe, who was just standing there, shirtless, his heaving chest covered in a light film of sweat. He looked at you with that look.

“I hate you.” You scowled at him.

And he just shrugged. “I don't care as long as I get to fuck that fine pussy of yours.”

A surge of hot rage was about to make you jump at him, scratch his blue eyes out, kick his balls, hit his handsome face – but you just let out an exasperated growl, and pushed him out of the way as you left the storage room as fast as you could – thanks to Rafe Cameron that wasn't too fast, as your legs were shaking and you were goddamn sore from being fucked so thoroughly.

a/n This got kinda long and has a lot of plot. Sorry. Reader and Rafe somehow wouldn’t shut up. I appreciate all your feedback and thank you for reading!

[liasadventuretime]

PART 4 WHEN????

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 4

⁀➷  part four : I WANTED TO.

notes : hi y’all !! sorry for the long wait but here pt. 4 ! just know that i decided to end the fic with the next part, so enjoy it while y’all can. i have to say i had no idea of what to write at the beginning but here we are ! enjoy, and remember to leave a like ;)

warnings : SMUT ( slapping, biting, marking, angry sex, thigh riding, throat fucking, dacryphilia, switch couple, thighs praise, praise mixed with degradation, lots of petnames, bondage, p in v, oral sex ( both m and f ), neteyam x reader with slight ao’nung x reader, arguing, screaming, starving, lots of crying. LOTS.

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the guilt was quite literally eating you alive. you were so ashamed you couldn’t even look in jake’s or neytiri’s eyes knowing that there was a slight chance neteyam told them everything.

you haven’t eaten, you haven’t got up from your bed, if it wasn’t for training or going to the toilet. the people looking at you and the teens whispering and gossiping about you was too much to handle at the moment. and even though your stomach was the emptiest it had ever been, you still felt as if there was some kind of heavy rumbling in it. how did you even get in such a situation ? how could it happen, why would it happen ?

not only know ao’nung was going to be mad at you, but neteyam didn’t even dare to look at you.

he couldn’t have cared less. which was probably the thing that hurt you the most. he was so done with you, he didn’t care anymore. he felt like you always looked for him like he was God, but only when you were ashes. he didn’t even know what to think, he just didn’t... think.

he filled his days with anything to try and get the image of you and ao’nung out of his head, only to find his eyes filled with tears in the night, which made him even more frustrated. he was quite frankly grateful that he actually saw what was happening in the tent.

it’s almost as if the universe was trying to protect him, because what were the chances of him going to confess to you and finding you being held up by ao’nung to do Eywa knows that ?

he still had this weird feeling in his heart, like the actual organ was hurting. seeing you with him was like a belt whipping him right in the eyes. his soul left his body. he doesn’t want to think about it anymore, seeing it right in front of his eyes was way more than enough.

he still asked himself. how could you not feel guilty ? how could you go on with your life so... easily ? how could you not care ? he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.

because in his eyes that’s what you were. a heartless and not trustworthy person.

maybe you could go on with your life, but he just couldn’t. out of the two of you, he definitely was the one that fell the hardest. he just wanted to crumble into a ball and stop existing. what hurt him the most was having to tell what happened to lo’ak. who had so much trust in him. who always tried to get him to at least hint something, even though he made fun of him all the time for having this obsession because of you. lo’ak looked so confused ?? had you been lying to him this whole time ?

about how much neteyam makes you happy and how you wanted to see if he actually was the one ? do the times, where he had to go away because of how the way you lustfully were talking about his brother made him kind of uncomfortable, even matter ? he also knew that he had to tell his parents. things were going to get awkward. or maybe he could just ignore it and act like nothing happened while his insides were eating each other up because of how much you hurt him.

“hey” you opened your eyes. that wasn’t neteyam. you felt your body getting rigid, trying to act like you were still asleep. “i know you’re awake.” lo’ak said, in the saddest voice he could possibly make. you mentally sighed. you still didn’t face him, because you know that he knows. he always knows everything.

you sighed, feeling bad, and at least wanting to not hurt another sully. you positioned your elbows to get yourself up, barely having any energy to even keep your eyes open.

you saw him standing right in front of your, kneeling to sit down with you, with his legs crossed.

“are you coming to dinner ?” he asked searching for your gaze, as you kept it low. the shame was too much, he was avoiding the matter but you know he came to talk to you about that.

“i’m not hungry” you waited for a reaction from him, because you weren’t even sure you spoke or if it was just a thought. the phrase almost sounding like a whisper.

lying ass bitch, lo’ak thought to himself. he noticed that you haven’t eaten anything for days now.

he was worried, like actually worried but what could he do if you didn’t want to get help. he decided to just try and figure out the situation as soon as possible or you would’ve died from starving and neteyam’s organs would’ve actually started to eat each other up.

but what could he now do ? start a random conversation and randomly talk about the way you and his brother have been eating each other’s souls ? he just wanted to get to the point, you two beat around the bush enough.

“just...” he started the sentence, trying to get to the point, catching your attention but still keeping your head low, not being able to make eye contact with him.

“... why would you do that ? what was the genuine need ?” he finished, waiting for an answer.

he still didn’t know what answer he was expecting, he was hoping for something, anything, that could force him to try and act like it was reasonable. he just didn’t want to admit you were wrong in this situation. you obviously were both wrong, but it usually always was neteyam trying to catch your attention by teasing you, but since when did you start teasing him back ? he couldn’t ask you to not do it, because it would’ve been unfair, but still why now ?

“were you trying to make him jealous ?” he suggested, but still not getting any word out of you. he felt tears chocking his eyes, hurting him to see the people he loves the most acting like this.

he was trying so hard to try to see it from your point of view, try and see if there was a good reason. he tried so hard, but he just had to accept that you were wrong. knuckle deep wrong.

“i don’t know” you answered after a bit. this time you actually did have no idea.

your answer obviously disappointed him. the ( y/n ) he knows would never do such thing without a good reason. you started making his blood boil.

‘lo’ak, stop beating around the bush.’

“just know, that if i had to choose between you and neteyam, 

i wouldn’t choose you.

that’s my brother’s feelings and reputation you’re playing with.

i love you, but be careful ( y/n ).”

you suddenly shut your eyes closed, still gazed towards the floor. your heart fell, tears threatening to stream down your cheeks. god, you really didn’t want this right now.

he got to you, feeling the coldness of your body, hugging you only to stand up and get to the entrance to leave. he could barely talk. no actually, he talked more than enough. if pride was all you both cared about, then let it be. he was hurt too. and you knew it. you could see it in his eyes.

“your brother never cared about me, why am i the villain ?” you said, teeth thigh, jaw tense. you were so fucking tired. why was everyone acting like you cheated on him ?

lo’ak suddenly stopped, slowly looking back at you. what the fuck were you talking about ? don’t you realise he’s acting the way he does because he cares way too much for someone that doesn’t deserve an ounce of attention ? don’t you realise that at the end of the day, you’re not really family ? don’t you understand that you’ve never been a choice in the first place ?

lo’ak blinked twice, taken back from those thoughts he just had. was that what he really thinked ? he didn’t actually think that. but it was the truth none of you could deny.

your voice distracted him from his thoughts, you continued. “when he was playing with aliyah all the goddamn time, has someone ONCE TRIED TO CHECK ON ME ?” you screamed, feeling the tears chocking your neck.

lo’ak was almost surprised, suddenly feeling tiny. you weren’t used to getting like actually mad, but the few times you did, lo’ak felt goosebumps everywhere. when you get angry, you’re not you.

“HAS ANYONE LOOKED AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING SLUT AFTER ALL HE’S DONE ? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW PEOPLE LOOK AT ME NOW BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING BROTHER ?” was that how things were ? hm ? you’re the whore right ? you’re the cheater ? what does that fucker ever get told for fucking aliyah till she’s dumb and now acting like he could even give a shit about you ? was he just expecting from you to be always there for him while he does anything he wants ?

you screamed as you started sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to hold everything inside of you. it was too much. the stares, the gossips, the disappointed looks, not being able to see jake or neytiri.

way too much.

you cried and cried, feeling your chest get heavy with every breath, not being embarrassed one bit about crying in front of lo’ak. you couldn’t care less. he rapidly reached you holding you in his arms. you grasped him, head on his lap his hands caressing you. he tried to hush you and calm you down, stroking his hand on your cheek, peppering your hair with kissed. you loved lo’ak more than you could ever love yourself. that’s why his words hurt you so much.

if you ever had to choose between lo’ak and neteyam,

you would have chosen lo’ak.

you know that part of his decision, was because neteyam was his biological brother, while you were some orphan they decided to basically adopt. you didn’t fit anywhere. kiri fit so well with the others, while you just couldn’t. as much as neytiri and jake tried so hard to make you feel like family, you always felt like a guest. like someone who was just a useless weight.

but how could you blame him ?

you couldn’t and you didn’t want you.

you calmed down, his hands never leaving your face, wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“i’m so sorry about all of this.” he said placing a kiss on your forehead, straddling his hand up and down your neck. he knew how to comfort you so well. you were so grateful for him.

you couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend, and brother.

“but you have to make things right, i know it hurts to hear this but it is kind of your fault.” he could feel your heart falling, and body getting heavier. you knew it too. as much as you would like to say you would have not, you probably would’ve never looked at ao’nung in the first place if you ad neteyam were together.

“doesn’t mean you can’t at least try.” he said, trying to make things a bit easier for you. he held your face tightly making you face him. he looked at you for a moment.

eyes sparkly and puffy because of all the crying. lips plump and fragile, face warm.

eyes. your eyes where so so so desperate. fuck.

he hesitated, asking himself if it was going to be weird.

then lightly kissed you on the lips, so delicately as if you could break at any moment. you gasped, not expecting it. your body stiff.

you definitely didn’t expect it, lo’ak’s lips pressed against yours. but you couldn’t do anything. you didn’t kiss him back you just stayed... there. you wanted another’s person lips on yours, you wanted another person comforting you and holding you.

that was the best kiss someone had ever given you in the most platonic way, but it still didn’t feel quite right.

“you have to talk to him.” he said one last time. he positioned your head on his chest, still caressing your head. you could feel his heart thud as fast as it could. you saw lo’ak’s soul from his eyes, so deep so loving and so caring. this guy is going to get so hurt, his soul so full of love and compassion.

he kissed your eyes one last time, and got up to leave. leaving you empty and cold again.

neteyam couldn’t feel his chest anymore, almost vomiting. his head leaned on the wall sobbing uncontrollably, screaming and crying in pain. he held his heart, hurting too much.

neytiri heard everything. she has been hearing everything, since the situation happened.

she waited for someone to explain, but tuk didn’t even wait a second to tell her everything after noticing you didn’t come for breakfast, lunch and dinner as you usually would.

she walked in the tent, preparing herself for whatever she was going to see. but her heart broke and shattered when she saw in what conditions he was reduced to. her poor poor neteyam.

“oh ma neteyam.” she said looking at him, curled in a ball on his bed. tears wetting his pillow.

“mom.” he said looking at her, while she was kneeling down to meet his gaze, hugging him as tightly as she could. neteyam just melting over her, too tired to even try to breathe, asking himself if it was even worth it.

but mom. yes, he said mom. not mother. mom.

“what happened ?” even though she already knew everything, she wanted to know what he knew. what was hurting her poor baby ?

“she was with ao’nung, mom. i lost her. i was too late.” her heart sinked. he pleaded and cried while neytiri held his head petting it almost, while he hugged her waist, positioning his head on her chest.

“i took too much time, mom. i didn’t realise half the village-” he stopped, crying harder than he has ever had, letting sobs just flow out of him like it was nothing.

“i didn’t realise half the village saw her as beautiful as i did. i was so dumb mom. i’m sorry mom. i lost her. i lost her mom. i lost her. dad was waiting so patiently for me to do something.” he coughed and cried. neytiri felt tears flow out of her eyes carefully.

she didn’t know how to comfort him. she was so so so convinced you entered their lives for him.

that Eywa sent you for him, to heal him, to help him. but you were the reason he now needed to be healed and helped. she didn’t know what to think. she didn’t know what to say. so she just said nothing.

neteyam’s tears dried, still letting a sob or two out, but finally calming down. breathing slowly, eyes about to give up. “i lost her mom.” he whispered one last time before falling asleep, neytiri still holding him tightly.

while reading a book, you noticed someone getting in your tent. jake. dad. “hi kiddo” he said, with a smile printed on his face.

jake was the best dad you could’ve ever asked for. he was the most genuine person ever. you loved jake as if he was your biological father. the only one that actually treated you like one of them. always insisting on calling yourself ( y/n ) sully. because you were a sully.

“hi dad.” you said quietly. was he here to talk to you about neteyam ? neytiri definitely already told him, there was no way he didn’t know.

“how are you doing ?” he said, sitting right next to you an arm on your shoulders, his hand hugging your arm tightly. oh how you loved this man.

“meh.” you said looking down, only to be met with the book you were reading, well not really reading since you couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to say to neteyam. lo’ak’s words had a really big impact on you. you wanted to say you’re sorry. you really did.

jake stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling your tiredness, making him sad. he decided.

“come, we’re having dinner” he said, trying to make you realise that you were going to eat one way or another. it wasn’t an offer, it was a reminder, a promise. you were coming to dinner.

“dad...” you said leaning your head on his arm, trying to find the words to explain everything without explaining anything. you didn’t want to explain anything. but dad was different.

“c’mon.” he said getting up, putting his arms under your armpits, holding you up. you kissed the ground with your feet, but you were still very very tired. you could barely hold yourself up. you got out of the tent, walking to neytiri’s and jake’s tent. you missed it so much. but you stil didn’t know if you were ready to see everyone.

jake being happy he convinced you to come to eat. he got in the tent, greeting everyone.

“hey kids.” he said, placing a kiss on neytiri’s cheek, noticing neteyam in the corner waiting for his meal, lo’ak talking to him about something, and tuk and kiri playing together.

“hey dad” they all said collectively, knowing that it was time to eat. you entered the tent, and immediately wishing you didn’t all. silence dominated the room.

all eyes fell on you. lo’ak almost being surprised, a confused expression on his face. but kiri was probably even more confused than him. neytiri had a light smile on her face, only for it to dissipate as soon as she saw neteyam’s ears getting up but his head still held down.

you felt so so so tiny and so so naked. this was so embarrassing. he wasn’t playing about pretending you didn’t exist.

“( y/n ) !!” tuk said, running to hug you. everyone relaxed, not even realising they were tense, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“come sit down, ( y/n ). you must be hungry” neytiri said hugging you too. oh how you loved this woman. you talked with tuk a bit, but when you had to sit down you realised that the only place left was near lo’ak.

and neteyam.

you acted as casually as you could, and sat next to him. sorry, i mean them.

neytiri gave you a plate full of food with a smile sticked to her face, and you almost cried. she was the best chef in the whole world. you really did love her so much.

you and neteyam both ate while the others were talking.

this was the same exact meal that you spoon fed him a long time ago, you both noticed it but said nothing. neytiri cooked it hoping the two of you could realise it, since she watched that scene unfold in front of her eyes, and couldn’t hold back from smiling at the way neteyam was so nervous to eat off your spoon.

jake and neytiri were so happy, the tension between y’all was back. everything went pretty well, all of your enjoying your meals. until neteyam decided to talk.

“i saw ao’nung earlier.” he said, still eating normally like he just didn’t drop the most out of place phrase in the world. what was the need ? god this man.

your body went rigid, something he noticed too. he smiled, knowing he got you exactly where he wanted. you knew he was talking to you. everyone in the room went silent, jake looking angrily at neteyam, a disappoined look on neytiri’s face. you didn’t want to get angry in front of any of them, so if he was going to act like nothing, who were you to ruin his game ?

“oh really, how is he doing ?” you asked in a pretty casual but happy tone. you could feel neteyam’s blood boil with jealousy. he was so jealous all the time. and you loved it. this man deserves no fucking apology, if no one was in the room you would’ve probably smacked him.

neytiri should’ve beat him when was younger. he was right. he couldn’t live without you, but you could live without him.

jake looked at you with a proud grin. knowing how much you wanted to cuss him out, but you didn’t.

“he’s doing well.” “oh, great ! i’ll go see him later.”

this actually catched neteyam’s attention, making his eyes travel to your face. his face was stone cold filled with jealousy. you smiled at him innocently.

whatever he could do, you could do better. you were such a fucking bitch, but oh how he loved it.

“okay, dinner’s done, you can go back to your activities.” you all stood up, placing the dishes on the table.

“oh, ( y/n ) and neteyam, come here for a second.” jake said. you froze, not knowing what jake had on his mind scares you. you locked eyes with neteyam, him almost trying to ask his question without saying anything. you walked in front of jake, neteyam by your side. jake looked for some reassurance in neytiri’s face, who smiled lightly at him. “we know what happened. there’s no denying it.”

your heart stopped for a second. neteyam’s eyes, wide open. that was the last thing he thought would ever come out of his father’s mouth. how embarrassing it was to know your dad knows that you’re sad because you didn’t get chosen by the girl you liked. damn.

“so we decided to give you a bit of space, to try and talk it out. me and your mother are going to a village meeting hosted by tonowary and ronal, we won’t be back soon, so take your time, but if you two don’t make peace, you’ll both be grounded. no more going out for you, ( y/n ). no more trainings for you, neteyam.” my damn lord. now neteyam was going to be even more mad at you.

“what ?! dad are you kidding me ?” he said, brows furrowed, and angry expression tattooed on his face. you didn’t say anything, jake had already been too kind to invite you over for dinner and not beat the shit out of you.

“you can’t do this to me dad ! what about all of my friends ?” he yelled.

“family is more important. sully’s stick together.” he replied. neteyam didn’t clap back, becuase that was the only rule the family had. sully’s stick together.

“yes, sir.” you said, serious tone. neteyam looked at you annoyed, but did he really think you were going to be on his side after everything ? he rolled his head back, sighing.

“yes, sir.” he said rolling his eyes, still huffing.

“good.” he interwined his arm with neytiri’s and looked back at the both of you while leaving.

“have fun !” he winked. god that could get so misrepresented.

as silence fell in the tent, you both sat facing each other, knowing there was only going to be one way out of this. jake might tell you a joke, but he’ll never tell you a lie.

you watched each other, not knowing how to start. you noticed he was pretty pale, and now his eyes had much more red corners. he cried.

he was much thinner now too, something he noticed about you too. if you only knew the amount of times he thought about bringing a meal to your tent, and just be sure you ate.

he tracked your meals, more than he tracked his.

you lips were chapped, meaning you didn’t quite take care of yourself these days. your lips were always perfect, glossed with chapstick, and always curved in a smile. the amount of times he imagined your lips all over his body, on his face, on his neck, on his abs, on his dick.

fuck. he thought about it for a sec. should he ? oh well fuck it, now or never. “come here” he said, opening his arms to welcome your figure between them.

you stared at him confused. did he realise what he was saying ? your body froze. oh lord what should you do. fuck. should you ? should you not ? were you going to regret this ? ph you were so going to regret this.

he rolled his eyes, sighing. he knew you were overthinking everything again. maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t realise that his actions actually had an impact on people. the only thing distracting you from your thoughts was his arm that harshly grabbed yours, pulling you in seating you on his lap. you were so wet.

his arms circled you, his chin on your head. your back adhered so well to his abdomen, which was something he noticed too. you two fit so well together. always having each other’s backs, always being there for one another. you fought and look who is comforting you right now. the exact person you fought with. his arm circled your stomach, drawing little circles on it with his finger, while his other arm was positioned on your shoulders. you grabbed it, laying your head on his arm. he was so warm, while you were way too cold.

his heart throbbed, thinking about how you didn’t eat or even probably sleep in those days you two didn’t talk or see each other. you were so fragile in his arms, getting a warm feeling in his stomach. all he ever wanted was to protect you, but he was the thing you needed to be protected from. you would feel bad knowing he’s all moved up and sad about you, while you were trying to get some friction by squeezing your thighs together. his hand from your stomach, came up your waist, caressing it. you were sooooooooo horny looooooorrrrrddddddd.

his hand travelled up and down you waist, his thumb pressed down. his other hand gripping your shoulder. you squeezed your thighs a bit more, feeling your inner thighs tense, and your clit throbbing. you were quite literally clenching around nothing. you could feel a moan bubble all the way up your throat, about to roll down your tongue, getting out of your mouth.

the pressure his chin used to make on your head, suddenly disappeared. his face moved in the crook of your neck, pointy nose caressing the weakest spots. he huffed. your heart was beating

so fast, you started getting worried it would just jump right out of your chest. he could feel your tenseness, but decided to ignore it as much as he could. he wanted to focus on you and only you. as long as he could. if a rock fell on his head, killing him, he would’ve died a happy man. he noticed your legs trembling, probably because you were anxious. he positioned a hand on your knee, trying to calm you down. caressing your thighs, up and down just like ao’nung did that night. he huffed, trying to get the image out of his head again. he felt as light as a feather when he was with you, he always had a sweet spot for these moments.

you were FIGHTING for your life. when he positioned his hand on your knee, you thought he caught you. you were so dead. but he apparently didn’t notice anything. you felt your stomach getting heavier with every stroke of his hands. he was in his own world. you were unsure of what to do, does he really think you’re going to let him fuck you just to leave your bed empty the nex morning ?

“neteyam” you said catching his attention, rising his head from the crook of your neck.

“what do you want ?” you asked. was he really acting like this just to get in your panties ? was he really that desperate when he had another thousand girls at his feet ? why you ?

“what do you mean ?” he asked, worried and perplexed. he waited for an answer, but only got a sigh in response. ‘what do you want ?’ what was that supposed to mean ??????

“i know you don’t give a shit about me, so what are you doing all this ? if you want to fuck, sorry but i’m not the right person, go ahed and look for someone else.” you finished.

you felt his hand suddenly stop the grip, he furiously got up almost scaring you. his head tilted to the roof. “my fucking god.” he exclaimed.

“is that what you really think i want ?” he squinted his eyes looking at you, all the positive feelings vanishing into nothingness. he hated this idea of him that you had. he couldn’t convince you to trust him for even one sec.

“well, i don’t know what you want, but it seemed pretty obvious.” you got up facing him.

“it’s not my fault all you do is break hearts and fuck people. i’m sorry i can’t trust someone like that.” you said, finally getting to the point. the stories you heard were way more than enough to keep you far away from him. he felt heat bubble up his chest. he was so mad.

“why can’t we just enjoy a sweet moment like this ? do you always feel this fucking need to ruin everything ?” oh his words got to you more than they should’ve.

“me ?? i’m the one that ruins everything ? didn’t you literally bring up ao’nung at the dinner table in front of EVERYONE ? even in front of tuk ?” you chuckled, he was so close to smacking the shit out of you. “you literally have no shame neteyam, pick yourself up.”

“god, why do you always get so angry if anyone brings ao’nung’s name ? was the dick that good ?” he smirked offensively, you gasped.

“i didn’t sleep with him, you sick perv ! i wouldn’t sleep with you either, even if my life depended on it !” you clapped back, getting him to roll his eyes once again. god, he was already so tired of you, you can already go back to starving yourself in his opinion.

“oh yeah ?” he laughed. you felt blood boil in your veins like never before, you could kill this motherfucker with your own hands right now.

he walked slowly in front of you, making you walk a few steps back, you gazes locked. he slowly gabbed your face harshly, scaring you almost.

“you’re such a desperate needy whore who has zero self respect. if you could, you would even fuck ao’nung’s dad. or even mine, who knows ?” he whispered, letting a tear cut through your cheek. the way he thought about you made him sick. he brushed his thumb over your tear, smearing it playfully all over your cheek.

“or maybe you already did, didn’t you ? hm ? was my little princess too horny to hold it back ? aww” he laughed, looking at you with disgust, seeing the tears on your face.

“who’s next on the list ? is it lo’ak ?” he said in an uneasy tone, making you creep. he chuckled looking at you with so much hate, until he found his cheek burning and his face turned to the left.

his eyes wide open, you hand’s mark already appearing on his cheek. you slapped him. he slowly looked back at you, and the height difference between y’all made it even more creepy.

fuck. he was so mad. why did you do it ? you’re scared. very scared. lord. is he going to beat you ? fuck. what is he going to do. you walked back, even more surprised than him because of what you just did.

he harshly grabbed your neck, chocking you. your eyes were wide open, difficultly trying to breath. you looked him in the eyes, only to find yourself throbbing even more.

he slapped you, a half moan leaving your lips, mouth hanging open. he locked your gazes again by pushing your head with his thumb on your cheek. he aggressively slapped you again, this time making you whimper. his eyebrows flicked, smile plastered on his face. what a surprise, you moaning because he slapped you ?

“are you horny again, princess ?” he mocked, pushing your shoulder to get you on your knees with his hand.

you were sat on your knees, panties soaked, his thumb positioned on your lips. his dick was rock hard, seeing your pretty smeared face facing his thighs got him so turned on. he wanted this moment for years, he couldn’t wait. aliyah wasn’t as half as pretty as you. your clit throbbed again, feeling slick flushing down your thigh. you wanted to touch yourself, and try to relief some tension so bad but how could you ? in front of him ? how could you not notice the bulge that stretched out his fabric ? god.

you felt a heartbeat in your crotch when his thumb suddenly slipped into your mouth and hooked around your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open. his thumb brushed over your tongue. he watched you getting flushed and surprised at his gesture, a smile appearing on his face, eyes shadowed by lust.

“do it.” he ordered, you looked at him through your eyelashes, he immediately fell in love with the look on your face. so desperate, so needy all the damn time.

you started slowly sucking his thumb, brushing your tongue over it. he chuckled, getting his thumb out of your mouth brushing it over your lips, smearing all your saliva.

you felt so ashamed, obeying like it was nothing. but you enjoyed it too much to even start complaining. your eyes flashed when he suddenly kneeled in front of you, hand now gripping your jaw. he got up again, holding your face with both hands. he looked at you and asked.

“how bad do you want it, hm ?” he hummed, playing with your lips, as you sneaked a hand to your core, brushing your wet folds, your thumb over your clit. he immediately noticed, pulling your hand away. you whimpered, at the loss of contact.

“c’mon, use your words pretty girl.” “so bad, i want it so bad, neteyam.” “you don’t think i saw how you look at my thighs ?” he huffed, you eyes flashing open.

you whimpered out. he sat down, pulling you with his hands on your waist, positioning you on his muscly thigh. you covered your mouth with your hand at the contact.

you waited for him to tell you to do something. you couldn’t hold it off anymore, loving the way your pretty folds spread wide open, how your puffy clit complied to his thighs, how his hands were gripping your waist way too tightly.

“start moving i don’t have all the fucking day” he gritted. you started moving slowly, a moan escaping your lips feeling your clit leaf through his muscle.

he felt your slick smearing his thigh, warm and thick.

he started moving you, catching you by surprise. the tension getting too thick, the pleasure fogging your mind, you eyes rolled back as he continued pushing you. roll after roll, praise after praise. “look at how desperate you are, humping yourself all over my thigh.” he said, brushing his nose on the crook of your jaw, his hands never leaving your waist.

“’teyam-” you moaned, as his peace got faster and faster, making you lose control.

“don’t you dare come.” he harshly said, but how could you ? he angled his thigh to get you better, earning a loud moan from you. you positioned you hands on his shoulders, to then his back now completely riding his out. he kissed your ear, to then whisper “if you dare come, i’ll kill you, understood ?” you hurriedly nodded your head in response, your thighs brushing against his, your face and mind completely fogged by pleasure and lust, your lips slightly parted.

you tried to hold back from coming, but it was too much. his hands all over your body, your clit begging to give up. “please, please, please teyam, please.” you begged him and begged him.

“do you wan to come ? hm ?” you nodded once again, not knowing how much more you could resist. “say it with your words, pretty slut.” “’teyam, stop the fucking teasing, please let me. i’m begging you.” you cried out, his peace getting now even faster, making tears slide down your face. he grabbed your face almost breaking your jaw. he pressed down with his thumb so much, you were almost scared your head would explode. playing with your tears, looking at your pretty fucked out face. god, you were the prettiest woman on earth.

he suddenly stopped, making you let out a sob, only to be flipped under him. his lips hungrily crashed against yours, his tongue parting your lips. you moaned in his mouth. he slid down your neck biting all he could. “ ‘teyam, please.” you huffed.

he immediately went down parting your thighs open, biting and slowly kissing your inner thighs, your hand immediately traveled in his hair yanking it. “neteyam, please, please, please, please.” you sobbed and cried like a child who wanted candy. you harshly tugged at his hair again trying to get his attention, earning a whimper from him, which made your clit throb even more. he blew cold air on your pussy, making a tear cross your face. how he enjoyed seeing you all desperate. he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, collecting all the slick you let out. you moaned, but it still wasn’t enough. he placed a soft kiss on your clit, making your thighs jerk to close, but neteyam’s firm grip was holding them open. “oh, neteyam.” you moaned.

he latched his lips over you clit, sucking and nibbling over it. eating like he was a starved man. he placed your thighs on his shoulder, getting his neck chocked, hands positioned on your thighs jerking back and forth. you felt your climax approaching every second, while neteyam sucked and tortured all he could, you covered your mouth with your hand, only for neteyam to angrily take it away. “don’t you dare.” he growled against your pussy, earning a mewl from you. you have no idea how far back your eyes can roll, but he was definitely testing your limits. neteyam was absolutely pussy drunk, getting all the angles right, trying to make you see stars. as soon as he felt like you were reaching your climax he stopped, grip loosening, and wiping away any excess with the back of his hand. you flashed your eyes open, suddenly realising he wasn’t there anymore. “neteyam ? what was that for ?” you asked, a blush covering your cheeks.

he stood up, looking down at you. “ask ao’nung to finish it for you.” 

he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face. you couldn’t fucking believe it. you cried, holding yourself on thigh preventing him from leaving. “please neteyam, please i’m begging you i’ll do anything” you pleaded. “please what ?” he smirked at you.

“please, fuck me.” you said tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. “please, please, please, please.” you whispered. he was done.

he immediately took his dad’s old uniform’s belt, tying your hands together so tight you could still barely feel them. he put you on top of him, getting the fabric off of his crotch, his dick sprunging right out. you stared down at it, eyes wide open. it was too big, and you could never.

“what are you scared of now ?” he said making you face him by grabbing your jaw.

he saw the shocked expression on your face, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he connected the dots. “you’re a virgin.” he said, his smirk getting bigger

it was more of an affirmation than a question, but it was enough to make you blush and cover your face. “i can’t take it all.” you said in a scared tone.

“too bad, you’ll have to.” you gulped, your heart beating as fast as it could feeling his hands travel to your waist, holding you up. he slowly lowered you down his dick, his tip kissing your entrance. he suddenly let go of you, making you sink on his member. you cried and hissed as you didn’t expect it, his head rolled back, as he felt your warm cunt wrap him up. while all you felt is pain because of how much he was stretching you out. you had your hands tied, all you could do was just sink and sink deeper, tear after tear. you looked at him, to see him smiling, eyes glossed by desire. he suddenly yanked you down in one hold. you cried out loud, making him chuckle. the more you cried, the more he wanted to fuck you.

he didn’t even wait for you to adjust, before starting to thrust in and out harder and deeper than ever. his peace only got faster and more violent every second that passed. yanking in and out, without a thought in the world. you were just crying at this point, begging him to stop but not wanting him to stop not even a single second. the teasing and the edging from before brought you to your climax very rapidly, and then. nothing. you felt your orgasm wash all over you, blessing neteyam’s ears with your porn-worthy moans. but he didn’t stop, he got up still sitting now holding your shoulders, and ramming into you.

“could ao’nung fuck you this good, huh ? highly doubt that.” he whispered in your ear, you could already feel his smirk.

his sweet whimpers and moans in your ears brought you to your second climax. you rode out your high, until he stopped. he carefully slid out of you, earning a last moan. but you noticed something.

“neteyam...?” “yea, sweetheart ?” he said still gasping for air as he got up, tying his hair back.

“did you come ?” you asked curiously. “uh, no but don’t worry it’s not a problem” he siad trying to not make you feel forced to do anything for him. but you wanted to.

he carefully watched you as you slid over, your hands still tied, until you were facing his cock, it pulsed at the vision of you. you carefully kissed the tip of his dick, making him sharply breathe in, holding his breath. you slowly slid down, trying to take him all in. you felt as if the corners of your mouth were about to rip. you pressed your tongue against his length, he slowly grabbed your hair to push you deeper, making your nose come in contact with his crotch. you felt your eyes water and lungs burn at the lack of oxygen. he let off for a second, letting you breath only for him to push his hips deeper in one raw blow. he threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth, getting a few moans off. he put pressure again on the back of your head, to hold it there a few seconds. but after a bit you couldn’t breath anymore, you tried to get it out, but he made sure you couldn’t move out unless he wanted to. you felt tears sulking your face, travelling their way down to your chin and then falling on the floor. his hips started thrusting forwards, in and out, throat fucking you. you gagged and you gagged, as he felt his climax approaching.

“you let a single drop spill, i’ll break your fucking jaw.” he hissed under his teeth, making you felt a thud in your core again. oh how aggressive he was, and how you loved it. he pinched your nose, not letting any of your airways free. he moaned, only to then spill his load in your mouth. you didn’t spill a drop, just like he said. what a good girl. he dragged his dick out of your mouth letting you breath, and he looked at you for a few seconds.

“thank you, but you didn’t have to.” he said. 

“don’t worry. i wanted to.”

final notes : so yea, that is it for today ! hope y’all enjoy it, and leave a comment for pt. 5 ! i promise it’s a happy ending finally ! and as usual the sneak peaks for the people who recognised the lyrics from the songs have been sent ! ;)

IMPORTANT !! i would also like to answer an anonymous request i got a bit of time ago. i want to clarify, i am QUITE LITERALLY the same age as neteyam, oh but also look at the second screenshot ! so dw, y’all got nothing to worry about ;)

[tiredmamaissy]

omg…….your neteyam fic was SO good!!! i wish there was another part 😩😩 im rereading bc i need more neteyam 😮‍💨

An Appreciation Post 🫶🏼

(cus y’all are too sweet)

GUYS. I really love you all & your kind words 🥹

a bitch is seriously crine in the club. :’)

Part 5 is out!

And the comments under part 5 are SOOO heartwarming. I wish I could respond to each and every one of them. (I just might take the time to 😭) I’m so moved to the point that I’m already trying to brainstorm ideas for a part 6 if that’s what you guys want.

Thank you so so so much 💕

I’m BEYOND happy that you guys are enjoying my pieces as much as I’m enjoying writing them 😭😭😭

Definitely working on my request list now. 👀. no more surprises

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To all of the people who commented under part 5: I LOVE YOU ALL!

(i will continue to add to this tag list; i wanna thank each and every one of you)

‘nuff love,

~tiredmamaissy <3

[rafesgoldrings]

Welcome to the 1k Celebration🍾

I never thought when creating this blog that I’d get even 100 followers, let alone 1,000. Thank you for all of your continued support and love. I am grateful to each and every single one of you that have clicked follow or sent me a request or even just liked something I posted, you mean the world to me. I am genuinely so blown away by all the massive love i’ve received, and all the many new friendships that have been created that i’ll forever be thankful for that. Thank you to all of you that have ever trusted me enough to send me a request, it truly means to much to me🫶🏻 Feel free to send as many in as you want!

I want to try and show my appreciation by hosting a small celebration running from June 16th at 9PM EST to June 19th (submissions close at 12AM EST). I look forward to seeing you all, wear your best outfit my darlings😉

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Topper Thornton, Pope Heyward, Kelce obx, Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, John B, Ward Cameron (😌)

𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: tumblr games (fmk, would you rather, cast your mutuals etc/ not exclusive to the characters listed)

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨: send me a character and concept/trope and i’ll make a mood board!

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: send me a song of your choice (cough bonus points if it’s a lana song cough) or something from these prompt lists (here and here) and i’ll write you a nsfw blurb

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛: send me a random concept or headcanon about the above characters and let’s discuss it

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦: send me a bit about yourself and i’ll give you a character I feel you’re compatible with and a song (from the available list of characters above)

Tagging some of my mutuals that have made this whole experience so so rewarding and who I absolutely look up to. I love and adore each of you🫶🏻 (please forgive if I’ve missed any, I tried to get everyone that I could think of right away)

@sweetestdesire @proactivetypaperson @outerbankspov @congratsloserr @luvagirlsworld @dreamingwithrafe @maybankslover @xyzstar @lcvelylies @jjasen @madelynie

[rayassecretlife]

First Jake Sully smut publishing tonight!

So I’ve been having some trouble finding a plot I liked for Jake but I’ve finally found it and let me tell you, this is one of my favorites. If your interested, it will be up if not tonight then tomorrow 😉 (Taglist drop box here!)

Tagging the Taglist so y’all can prepare 😙: @angelsamor @mashiromochi @luvagirlsworld @doggyteam2028 @lu-the-ghost-reader @taleiak

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idk if we’ve ever fleshed out jb x pope cause tbh they don’t give as much as either of them x jj, like i don’t actually see it for them, but this is soooo dbf!pope x dbf!johnb working an odd job construction gig down the line in the lore when they had a fling for approx. 10 months cause tp!jayj got locked tf up and they’re both missing their proxy fuck!! i just think they’d b so soft on each other and codependent asfhck like

they had a drunken handjob when jj was gone and they both missed him but neither talk about it bc they really don't need to! those 3 are very codependent in a way they arent with kie but esp in this timeline because they all need each other to function and one being missing throws off the balance. with jj gone they need each other because they miss him so bad.

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watched these and started having heart palpitations night night Y’ALL💜

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTF1cJwVF/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTF1cJe3L/

i’m gonna be sick

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confession: i get scared of liking posts like that anon’s cause i need not have my like misconstrued! I’m always liking for ur response if it’s some weird/dumbass shit mama just so we’re crystalline 🙅🏽‍♀️

LOL WE’RE GOOD i never view it weird 😭

[rafesaddiction]

It's really not cheating when he's your enemy and gives you his sweater – Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Part 2.5)

See here for part 1 and part 2

Summary: You're at a kegger by the beach. Rafe is there too. You want to avoid him – as if that ever worked.

Concept: enemies, “I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater“

Warnings: mdni! – this has no actual smut, but mentions of sex, some sexual tension, but it's basically fluff, (sorta) cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), nice!rafe, but also mean!rafe, he's quite insufferable, but in a hot way.

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: Just something short and very light I wanted to get out today, for obvious reasons. I still need to write that real part 3, but I'm tagging those who asked for it here. I hope you're not disappointed. The real part 3 will come, eventually. @dope-trope-105 @fabienne6656 @missd3vil @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @ghostlycrystobalove @alyisdead @luvagirlsworld @carlasiilz @noodle81937 @baby19sthings @daydreamerblues @rafesthroatbaby @marauderssmut @samosas0900 @niyahwhoreworld @neyetams @lassie-bird @bea-drew-starkey @dream-pink @daivny @eventualoptimism (some of you I'm not able to tag, sorry)

Great. He was here too. Rafe Cameron was standing over by the bonfire with his entourage, red cup in his hand. Looking at you. And you glared back at him. He lifted the cup to his mouth, so you couldn't see whether he was grinning. But you were sure he was grinning. That smug bastard.

You grumbled, turned on your heels and walked off in another direction, away from the fire, away from him.

You felt goosebumps crawling down your neck, down your spine. He was probably watching you. You did not turn around. You shivered and you crossed your arms in front of your chest, rubbing your naked arms with your hands. It was kinda chilly and you were only wearing a light top. You had meant to stand by the bonfire to warm up, but that was out of the question now.

Because of him.

This night was supposed to be fun. Hanging out with your friends at the party. You needed a fun night, you deserved a fun night after such a shitty week. You'd been working double shifts and your boss was a creep. On top of that, things with your boyfriend weren't exactly fine at the moment. You had wanted to spend some time with him tonight. His best friend suggested going to the kegger. And here you were. Only your boyfriend and his best friend hadn't shown up. They were probably getting into trouble somewhere. As usual. You could still have fun. You didn't need them and you could just ignore Rafe Cameron. He would stay with the kooks while you could go to your friends. You'd seen some familiar faces. Yeah, you would enjoy yourself. But first, you needed something to drink.

You walked over to the keg and waited for the people in front of you to fill their cups. They took ages, because one of the guys was obviously trying to impress some girl with whatever stupid trick he meant to do. You rolled your eyes and were about to say something when you suddenly felt something touching your shoulders.

You froze. But you didn't really flinch when something soft touched your bare skin. With that touch came a scent. A dark scent. Something warm and familiar, you involuntarily closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, letting that scent fill your lungs.

You opened your eyes, tried to shake off that strange sensation and the hands – the strong hands – that were holding your shoulders.

You turned around and looked up at him. Rafe stood so close, you had to lift your chin up, otherwise you'd be just staring at his broad chest.

“What the hell?” You finally managed to speak. It wasn't much but your tone sure conveyed your anger.

He was unimpressed and a very fine smirk appeared on his lips.

“You looked like you were cold. You were shivering.”

“What?” You frowned and Rafe pointed at the jacket he had wrapped around your shoulders. His North Face jacket that felt warm and soft and smelled so strongly of him.

You felt heat rushing to your face.

He leaned closer, his eyelids half-closed as he looked at your chest, which rose and fell with your heavy breaths. Breathing was suddenly so hard, as if you were exhausted. You felt dizzy like something was numbing your senses, making your reflexes slow.

His hand touched your wrist, untangled your arms and helped you into the sleeves. And you just stood there, gazing at him. You were surely in some state of shock caused by his proximity – his scent, his touch.

He tugged the jacket close in front of you. You gasped as you felt that pull forward. Just in time you braced yourself with your hands against his chest. Your palms pressing against his shirt, you could feel his hard muscles beneath. Feel his body's heat.

You looked up from your hands and noticed his eyes move along your neck.

Your breathing hitched as you felt the lightest touch of his thumb brushing your collarbone.

A shiver made you tremble.

“See? You're freezing,” he said, in a low voice, leaning closer, so his face was next to yours, his lips grazing your ear.

“You know, it's only polite to say 'thank you' when someone gives you something…”

You frowned and pushed against his chest.

He didn't move.

But that low chuckle so close to your ear vibrated through your whole body. Made your knees weak, made your lips part, but made you unable to speak.

“You don't have to say it now.”

His fingertips touched the collar of the jacket, so close to your neck. You felt that tingling on your skin, even though he wasn't touching it.

“You can thank me later,” he continued in his low voice. “When you're wearing my jacket while you're riding my cock. Bouncing up and down. Screaming my name.”

The arrogance in his voice fueled your anger. And this time, when you pushed at his chest, you pushed so hard that he actually stumbled backwards.

Rafe stepped back, laughing in amusement while you glared at him furiously.

“Get the fuck away from me! Asshole!” Your hands balled into fists, your body tensing up. You were ready to fight him – that was what you told yourself, when you felt this intense sensation, this rush, this heat – this goddamn throbbing between your legs.

And he just winked and walked away. He actually walked away. And left you standing there. Wearing his jacket. Your hands clenched into fists, covered by the too long sleeves of his North Face jacket. Your heart was beating so fiercely. And your lips remained parted as you just stood there – when you suddenly became very aware of the fact that you weren't alone, that there were people around you who had witnessed whatever just happened.

But like seriously what the fuck had just happened?

Your hand was shaking, but not from the cold, when you took a cup to fill it with some beer. You were suddenly so damn thirsty.

“Ohmygod. Did Rafe Cameron just give her his sweater?”

You frowned as you turned to the group of girls standing close to you.

“I don't understand,” said another girl. They were kooks you could tell not just from the expensive clothes but also from the bitchy expressions they were wearing.

“Don’t you know what that means? He gave her his sweater and today's the third of December!”

You frowned. Then you remembered that stupid tiktok trend.

“It doesn't mean that!” They were taken aback when you spoke to them. You felt the need to clarify this – though you weren't even sure what it meant.

They kept on whispering and shooting you dismissive glances as they walked away.

“It's not even a sweater! It’s a jacket!”

A very cozy and warm jacket that smelled like him.

“Goddammit.”

[liasadventuretime]

CANT WAITT FOR PART 5

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 5

⁀➷  part five : YEAH, I AM.

notes : so hi y’all !! this is kind of part one of part five simply because i didn’t want to make y’all wait too much, so here’s this ! hope y’all enjoy it !

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you suddenly woke up. feeling cold but also being able to recognise a strong arm holding you tight, with a face in the crook of your neck. you could feel him breathing heavily, probably sleeping like a rock. you needed to go to the kitchen, your throat was so dry, but also abused. you grabbed neteyam’s arm trying to get it off you, without waking him up. you caressed it, noticing how strong and big it actually was. if ao’nung arms could protect a village, his arms could protect the world. his cheeks were a light pink, eyes relaxed and face warm. he was so pretty. like yes he was very very handsome and attractive, but he was also pretty. like very pretty.

he lazily smiled, making you blush because he noticed how you looked at him. he gently got up, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. he looked at you. eyes tired, hair fucked up and his shirt on, which unfortunately didn’t hide your breasts, well it’s not like he was complaining. he wanted to fuck you all over again. it was still night, which got him confused, a questioning expression on his face. he circled your waist, getting you to lay down with him again. back against his sculpted abdomen, fitting you so well. head in the crook of your neck again, guiding his nose up and down on your sensitive skin.

“go back to sleep, skxwagn, it’s still night.” he said, in a sleepy voice. you grunted and got up again. this time getting him annoyed.

“i’m hungry, i’m going to the kitchen, txe’lan ( heart ).” you actually got up, trailing you way to get there. he suddenly got up, catching up on you. he was much much taller than you, which for some reason he found so attractive. how little you were, how his hand was the size of your head, the way his hand trailed on your face. he loved it.

you suddenly felt someone picking you up, and throwing you on their shoulder. neteyam siding your ass against his cheek. you sighed, feeling the blood traveling its way to your brain. “neteyam, get me down” you said trying to wiggle your legs, but they were held off by neteyam’s arms. you punched him in the back, only getting a slap on your ass in reply and a chuckle.

neteyam was the most ass guy on the planet. he loved your ass, from the way it was shaped to its fullness. even when the two of you would argue, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off it. and to think your butt was seated on or between ao’nung’s thighs made him want to kill himself. he was too jealous, and way too protective. he just wishes he could lock you in his house, only for him to see. because you need nobody, but him. only him. but he knew that he couldn’t do it, so as long as you’re happy it’s fine with him.

“ow !” you felt the sting burning, but all your little cries and whines, were music to neteyam’s ears.

he seated you on the kitchen table, getting in between your thighs, his legs caressing yours. you held your head against his chest, his arms wrapped your head. it was dead silent. you had no idea of when jake and neytiri would have to come back, but that’s the last thing you wanted to think about now. you two waisted so much time, and for what ? to think about how much time you could’ve spent together like this but instead it got wasted on fighting and screaming. it made your heart wrench. since that night you decided to fuck instead of talk, you still needed to talk everything out. but not now. now wasn’t the moment. you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, and that’s all you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

he held your head between his hands, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb. he smiled at you and asked.

“what do you want to eat ?”

“i don’t know, what do you want to eat ?”

“you’re telling me you got up, only to not know what you wanted to eat yawntutsyìp ( darling ) ?”

you sighed, looking around in the kitchen, when you remembered that one meal that jake apparently couldn’t live without. you used to always eat it with neteyam, when you were much younger.

“does jake have any leftover chicken nuggets ?” you said, looking at him.

he smiled, remembering all the times you two ate them, it was apparently your favorite meal.

he would always keep the last nugget for you.

“uuuh, i think so ? i’ll check.” he left you on the table, while he looked for your meal. you poured yourself a glass of water, drinking it. the cold water soothed your throat, hoping that it would start to not hurt by the time you had to wake up. how did you get here ? if you knew this would’ve happened, would have you done it again ? you were currently seated on his kitchen table, wearing his oversized shirt, and his pair of boxers.

happiness is a butterfly. and you were now the happiest ever.

just the thought of neteyam, bare chested making you a meal, you favorite meal, and being able to look at his gigantic back, seeing his shoulder move, his muscly arms deal with everything, his careful hands taking care of everything, his back muscles flexing as he moved. you could still see the scratches on his back, which made you chuckle. he felt so proud of them.

since you both were young, violence always meant love.

your scratches felt like caresses, his hands strangling your neck like a soft kiss.

neteyam has always showed his love through violence, while you always showed it by being the one getting the violence done to. the universe is a bastard.

distracting you from your thoughts, a plate being placed right o your thighs, while neteyam dragged a chair in front of you sitting on it. his shoulder framing his shoulders, his chest marked with hickeys, his abs perfect as always, his v-line well defined, his boxers sneaking out from his pants. the way you loved his waist. you never admitted it but you loved his slutty tiny waist so much. it’s his dad’s. you just knew it. jake was so attractive yes, but his son was even hotter. you just kept your thoughts to yourself because jake has always been the father figure in your life so it would’ve felt weird to be attracted to him.

your eyes gently flashed when you felt neteyam’s hand holding your chin, raising it to make you lock your eyes with his. a blush spreading on your cheek noticing neteyam’s smirk.

“eyes up here.” he said making you flush. “you have your dad’s waist.” you said, without even realising, accidentally thinking out loud which made you both stop for a sec.

“what ??” he said confused, even though he heard clearly what you said.

“nothing.” you quickly defended yourself, focusing on your plate.

“you observe my dad’s waist ?” he said, with an accusing tone, his eyebrows pinched together.

“oh c’mon, i didn’t like observe, but i did… notice.” you said giggling. he couldn’t believe what you just said. HIS DAD ?

he just stared at you quietly, a hand placed on your bare thigh.

“what ?” you said, acting like you didn’t know.

“do you find my dad attractive ?” he asked, making you choke on the nugget you were eating, coughing feeling your breath short. you drank some water, feeling better. you tried to act like you hear nothing, carrying on with your nuggets. the way this man could make the most basic meal but it would still be gourmet worthy. it’s not about what you can do for men, it’s about what men can do for you.

he slapped your thigh, getting a silent scream from you.

“okay, fine ! your dad is very very very hot and very very very attractive. is that what you wanted to hear ?” you said in a mocking voice. “if it makes you feel better, your mom’s is hot too.” you said, raising your eyebrows at him, a smile plastered on his face. his jaw falling more open at every word of yours.

he slowly got back, leaning on his chair, arms crossed. “oh really ?” “yeah really dumb ass.”

“would you fuck lo’ak ?” he suddenly said, catching you off guard. “neteyam, what the fuck c’mon now.” you replied, him still looking at you. “that’s not a motherfucking answer tho” we’re in a sassy men apocalypse. 

“what the fuck” you said, rolling your eyes. sighing, you said.

“no, i wouldn’t, you can sleep peacefully.” “i bet y’all have already kissed, haven’t you ?”

he laughed, joking only to be met with your widened eyes and worried face.

did lo’ak tell him something ? did he not understand the intention behind the kiss ?

neteyam was confused, until he connected the dots. his smile dropping instantly.

“YOU FUCKING KISSED MY BROTHER ?” he screamed, squealing off his chair. 

“it wasn’t like that !” you tried to explain, but he was already walking back and forth trough the kitchen his hands hugging his face laughing like a psycopath.

“i was starving myself because of you, and he just wanted to comfort me. that’s it.” you said trying to defend yourself, but it was useless.

“why didn’t you come to me then ?” “because you were quite literally the reason why i was starving myself in the first place.” even though you were joking, he felt his heart getting pinched by your words.

“yea, and did he also eat you out to relief the stress ?” he said in a joking tone, leaning over the fridge. oh he was so hot. he could be talking about his dead grandpa, and you would be fantasising about him unbuttoning your dress. he knew it.

“what, you jealous ?” you said chuckling. he walked to you, grabbing your jaw and making you skip a beat but not in a good way. “yeah, i am.” fuck me right now, fuck me sideways, fuck me upside down, please fuck me. was all was going though your mind.

“well, it’s not gonna happen again, so don’t even worry about it.”

“i hope so.”

you placed your empty plate in the sink, not feeling like washing it right now.

you plopped back on the table, neteyam placed between your legs, standing up.

he gently positioned his cold hands on your thighs, slowly tracing them to your back and shoulders, to then go back to your thighs. you had your arms on his shoulders, only looking at eachother. you hesitated, and placed a light kiss on his mouth. and another, and another.

the sweet kisses, turned into a makeout. tongues latched, his hands on your back, your hands circling his waist. he was your babygirl, because what the fuck.

you accidentally moaned in his mouth, and without any type of hesitation, he pulled you up, your legs tangling his waist, hands placed firmly on your ass to hold you. 

whatever ao’nung did, he could do better. 

you walked back to the living room, not noticing that someone turned the light on.

neteyam flashed his eyes as open as he could, and you immediately looked back to see what he was looking at. your heart instantly dropped to your stomach.

“OH, FUCK.” neteyam screamed, making you slide down, a hand still on your waist. you kind of protected yourself behind neteyam’s back, noticing the angry look on neytiri’s face, but the angry look on jake’s face was filled with so much proudness that it looked almost.

“NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK’ITAN.” neytiri screamed, neteyam felt his skin form goosebumps, swallowing heavily and heart thudding so fast he wa almost scared it was going to tip out of his chest. jake didn’t take much time to notice, he was bare chested, hickeys trailing a way in his chest, pants slightly down, his underwear’s elastic band showing. you were wearing his shirt, and apparently… his boxers too ?

jake has never felt so damn proud. but neytiri was another story.

“you are never going to see the light of the sun ever again.” neytiri hissed.

“mom…” neteyam sighed trying to form phrases, but his brain was literally mush, his dick still hard from moments before.

“i don’t want to hear it.” neytiri couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. jake tried so hard to get that smirk off his face but how could he ?

“i’m sorry, i’ll just go.” you suddenly said, neytiri and jake looking at you. you walked to the door, neteyam’s hand leaving your waist. you got out, and giggled your way to the tent. you did it. you and neteyam. you were one thing now. he finally admitted everything. you could deal with neytiri’s anger later, because now you couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t neteyam.

ao’nung noticed. he wasn’t seated much far from jake’s and neytiri’s pod. he was looking for you to talk, since he couldn’t sleep. he would always come to you. you were his only comfort.

you drew stars around his scars. but as soon as he noticed you walking to your pod, wearing his shirt with his boxers underneath, he felt his heart shatter.

his scars got deeper. he stood there not knowing what to do.

“can i… like…” neteyam tried to ask his father. he couldn’t lock his eyes with jake’s being too embarrassed about being caught in such a moment. fuck, he thought to himself. you walked back to your pod, in his underpants which hugged your ass so well, you didn’t even cover up. he sighed.

jake neared his ear.

“hurry the fuck up.” he said, sneaking a wink at him with a smile on his face.

neteyam immediately ran off to catch you. he ran a bit, and when he found you, he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. you giggled, letting him carry you to the pod.

a wet cold scar traced ao’nung’s face, a tear threatening to fall off his chin.

final notes : lmao ik this is kind of short but i’ll try to compensate with some heavy begging sub neteyam smut in the next chapter ;) bye !