#partial loak x reader

[the-atlas-sister]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ (Neteyam x Best Friend!Reader!) Part 2

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Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/724431901726752768/%E1%B4%A1%CA%9C%E1%B4%87%C9%B4-%CA%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%9C-%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8B-%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%87-neteyam-x-best

Warnings!: Suggestive content, angst, minor Lo'ak x reader, violence, language, pissy Neteyam

Neteyam stared at you and Lo'ak from across the large fire with narrowed eyes. You sat together, alone, Lo'ak cracking jokes and you cracking up. It made Neteyam's tail whip behind him in indescribable frustration. He never thought Lo'ak would actually be so bold to ask you out, especially at an event as large as the end of the war celebration. He thought it was a bluff when the younger brother brought it up that week ago, but here he was.

"You're glaring at them, brother," the voice of Kiri broke him from his harsh glare.

"I am not," Neteyam denied, looking at his sister. His cheeks felt hot in embarrassment of being caught. At the sound of you laughter although, his gaze snapped back to you and Lo'ak. Part of him admired the way you smiled so brightly but a part of him wished it was him making you smile in such a way once more.

"If it bothers you so much, why did you tell Lo'ak he could ask her out?" Kiri challenged, following her elder brother's gaze.

"It doesn't," he growled, his jaw clenching at his own denial.

Kiri looked at him with a knowing face, that Neteyam completely ignored. "You know they can probably feel you staring."

As if on cue, Lo'ak turned and made eye contact with his brother. Neteyam's glare on hardened, making Lo'ak audibly gulp.

"Hey, let's get outta here," he said, grasping your hand gently and helping you up from your previous seated position. You only smiled gently and allowed the younger boy to pull you into the forest.

"Bold move brother," Kiri mumbled as she and Neteyam watched the two wander away from the crowd.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" Neteyam exclaimed a bit louder then he meant to. He turned back to Kiri, only to be met with a knowing look, very similar to the one a mother may give to her child. "Okay, it might bother me."

"It seems as though it does," a new voice added.

"Great, let's add the whole family into this conversation," Neteyam said sarcastically as his eyes landed on the forms of his parents.

"Did our son really sneak off with the Na'vi his brother is in love with?" Jake asked Neytiri, his voice laced with disapproval.

"Right now, he's your son," Neytiti scoffed, taking a sip of some sort of drink. Jake's cheeks flushed at the comment, thinking back to when he and his mate first became one.

"What?" Neteyam questioned, looking at his parents. "What does that mean?"

"Someone was in love with me when I mated with your father," Neytiri explained. She frowned as her eldest son's face dropped at her words. "I was to be mated and your father and I became one on the night he became one of the People."

"This isn't the same scenario," Jake denied. "Lo'ak would never mate with the Na'vi his brother is in love with."

"I'm not in love with them!" Neteyam yelled, his face growing hot with embarrassment and frustration. "I just don't want Lo'ak to hurt them."

"So you're fine with them now spending their time with Lo'ak?" Kiri asked. "With Lo'ak now being the one that is there when they cry, when they need someone to hold them?"

Neteyam's chest grew heavy as Kiri spoke. He had felt, even the past week, how his heart fell everytime he saw you with Lo'ak instead of him. How his little brother was the one who got to hold your hand.

"I'm supposed to be the one to hold them," he seethed. His mind wandered to what Lo'ak could be doing to you deep within the forest. and his fists began to clench. "I'm supposed to protect them. To be with them, like Lo'ak is with them." He released a low breath, his eyes softening as the realization hit him. "I love them."

"Why are you telling us, boy?" Jake asked, making Neteyam look at him. "Go get them. Just, don't beat up your brother."

"No promises," Neteyam said before dashing after you and Lo'ak. He weaved through the luminescent forest floor, eyes flicking through the scenery, desperately searching for your figure. The more he searched, the lower his heart would drop. But then, he found himself in your hideaway. His breathing grew heavy and anger coursed through his veins as he saw you and Lo'ak lying in the middle of the clearing. "Lo'ak!" he yelled, causing both of you to sit up and look at the older boy.

"Jesus Christ, it took you long enough!" Lo'ak exclaimed, throwing his head back. "We've been here for like, half an hour." Neteyam watched in confusion as his brother stood and walked towards him. He gave him a hard pat on the shoulder as he pushed past him. "We didn't kiss or anything... today. Good luck bro."

Neteyam watched as his brother left, still filled with confusion and a bit of remaining anger.

"Hi, Yams," you said softly, staring at Neteyam with a sad expression.

"You brought him here," he responded, his anger taking hold. "You brought him to our hideaway. And you kissed him?"

"What does it matter?" you asked, watching calmly and Neteyam approached you. "All you've been doing recently is glaring at me."

"He's my brother, y/n!" Neteyam yelled, looking down at you. "I didn't see you for a week because you were with him instead of me! I tried coming here to catch even a glimpse of you, but you were never here!"

"Bullshit!" you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet. You stood to full height, frustration now coursing through you as well. "You never attempted to see me. You didn't want anything to do with me when I was with Lo'ak. Are you such a spoiled brat that I can't have more than one friend?"

"Friend?" Neteyam asked, his ears pinning to his head at your choice of words.

"Yes! Friends," you exclaimed. "And I never kissed him! He just kissed my scrape!"

Neteyam felt his anger wash away, a small smile poking past his lips.

"Oh my god," you scoffed, watching as Neteyam's behavior changed so quickly. You crossed your arms over your chest as he laughed.

"He kissed your scrape?" he laughed loudly.

"I fell and was being whiny!" you defended, fighting back a smile of your own. "He was teasing me and kissed my scrape to make fun of me!" You let out a giggle, finding the eldest Sully son's laughter contagious. "I'm still mad at you," you said, forcing a frown back onto your face.

"I'm sorry," Neteyam giggled, the apology behind it genuine. "I was under the impression my little brother was dating you. I admit I was jealous."

"Why the hell did you think that?" you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

"Said brother told me as such."

"That little dick," you grumbled. Neteyam laughed once more. "You were jealous?"

Neteyam froze, clearing his throat. He felt uncomfortable under your gaze, shuffling back and forth on his toes. His tail whipped as you stalked towards him, placing a hand on his chest.

"Shall we sit?" you asked softly. Neteyam nodded, his breathing uneven against your touch.

"Y/n, my Hì'i syulang, I love you," he said quietly, placing a hand over the one that still rested on his chest. The nickname he had given you in your childhood now sounded so intimate. "I want to be held by you. I want to hold you. I want to be the one to see your beautiful smile. I want to be the one you come to when you cry. I want you to be my best friend and my lover. I love your eyes and your nose and your heart. Ewya, how I adore your heart and that voice." You felt your cheeks flush at his words, a bit overwhelmed by all the praise. "The way you laugh is heavenly, I remember every word you say. I want to hear you talk forever-"

Neteyam let out a small gasp and you pressed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. He frowned as you pulled away, your heads still connected.

"Do you love me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You need not to shower me with such praise to convince me to love you, I already do," you said, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. "I have since we were children, My Neteyam."

Neteyam felt his heart stop in his chest, a wide smile growing on his lips. He laughed gleefully before pulling you into another kiss. You giggled as he did, making the kiss messy and short. He felt his breath grow ragged as you wandered into his lap, your thighs tightening against his own, your arms around his neck. He stared up at you with nothing but pure admiration.

You stared right back at him, feeling nervous but comfortable in the new intimate position. You contiued staring into the eyes of the man you loved as he lowered you to the grassy floor, the soft greenery tickling your back.

"I had dreams similar to these," Neteyam admitted, carefully untangling your hands from his neck as he hovered above your figure. You watched with uneven breaths as he took one of your hands and carefully kissed your wrist. "Images of your beautiful body below my own." His kisses wandered up your arm until they reached your shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss of your collar bone, making you inhale deeply. Your eyes fluttered closed as his kisses trained lazily up your neck and to your lips. You were quick to respond to his lips on your own. You trained your free arm up his bicep and to his back, nails scraping against in gently as you kissed. You let out a small whine as his released your lips and trailed down to the other side of your neck. You watched with red cheeks as he kissed down your opposite arm, finally kissing your other wrist. "Tell me this isn't just another dream, Hì'i syulang." His eyes met yours, half lidded and filled with a mixture of lust and longing. Pure love.

"It's real, my love," you said, stroking his face gently. "Makes your dreams a reality, my Neteyam."

A/n hehe

Hì'i syulang: little flower

[littleskittles325]

Personal Nurse

Warning: hurt! Lo’ak, fingering, nicknames,cursing, (bit of) degradation,after care.

Aged up

Loak x reader

At first you saw lo’ak with a big cut and went over treat him, but seeing another na’vi woman walking towards him, you hissed at her warning her to leave. Your injured mate was chuckling under his breaking breath. “Bitch” you whispered under your breath.

Walking back towards lo’ak your surprised to see he’s not struggling with anything.

“Hey nurse,you are amazing at your job.”

“Shush” you say as you treat his wound with ointments and bandage it up.

“Sleep” You say commanding outing a cover over him.

“Can you give me a kiss?”

“Lo’ak,no” You continuing to leave.

“Please, just one?”

“ just one……”

You walk towards him and sit with him,leaning into him,he tugs you on top of him and kisses you roughly. You try to fight him,but even with a wound he’s still stronger than you. He gives your bottom lip a bite and moves his lips to your neck,kissing and biting it as if he was a starved animal.

“L-Lo’ak,Stop!” You say in a weakened tone.

“You know you want it, so don’t fight it” he says caressing your neck tightly, down to your stomach.

“And if I do?,I’m just supposed to treat your wound”

“That you did,now I’ll help you out” he pulls into another kiss.

You decide there’s no point in fighting, that he’s already overpowered you.

He leans down to untie your loincloth, looking at the wet spot in the middle of it.

“You must be excited, sweets”

You whimper as he brushes his fingers against your clit.

L-lo’ak! You say in a low whine

He inserts his fingers in to your soaking pussy and starts thrusting his slim fingers fast inside you.

You cover your mouth knowing someone could walk in at anytime.

“You like don’t you, nurse?” He says smirking

You clench around his fingers as you nod.

“Answer me baby” he says adding more fingers into your sensitive pussy

“Yes!” You partially shout as you cum on his fingers

You just lay there for a moment, then put your loincloth back on, and cuddle with lo’ak.

I you lay with lo’ak, stay and keep treating his wound and kissing him where and when he feels sore.

Hope you enjoyed this!!💗