#romancingpandora2024

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧ Summary~ you help so’lek out during his rut

✧ Warnings~ p in v, rut cycle, creampie, A/B/O elements (knotting), dom!so’lek, sub!reader, choking(kinda), dirty talk, praise,

✧ Translations~ Narlor-beautiful (visually), Yawntutsyìp-darling, little loved one,

You were collecting plants before you heard soft whimpers and grunts coming from the cave that was just a foot up ahead.

From where you were standing you could see the cave was lit up with bioluminescence of the fauna even though it was still light out. You could also catch a faint smell of who was in the cave; a male Navi, but you couldn’t pick up anything else.

Mindlessly you walk closer, the pheromones got stronger with every step , which gave you the chance to find out that the male in there was in rut.

When you reached the entrance of the cave his pheromones were almost overwhelming and…familiar too.

Before you can call out to him, he grabs you, pulling you into the brightly lit cave. He looked down at you hungrily, his eyes weren’t the same color as yours, they were orange, and in the right light they looked red. You study his form carefully, taking in how rapidly his chest rising and falling, the thin layer of sweat that covered his whole body, and how much he was leaking. So much that it dripped onto your thighs, just looking at him made your whole body hot. But you had to keep it together. No matter how much he was scaring you and making your loincloth unbelievably slick.

“So’lek?..” it was whispered and shakey, but he heard it. You could tell by the way his ears perked up. He doesn’t respond to you though, he just backs you up against the wall of the cave, so you had nowhere to run. Even if you did, you knew you wouldn’t make it very far without him catching you.

He trails his eyes up and down your body before doing the same with his hands. You yelp quietly at the touch, his hands felt like they were on fire, making you feel extremely sympathetic for him. “Need you to help me, Narlor.” His deep voice had chills of arousal running all over your body, and you knew he caught onto too because of how his nose twitched and his cock did the same against your thighs.

You wanted so desperately to give in and help him, you’ve been craving him like this ever since you two first met. But you had to rationalize, for your sake.“Lek’..I don’t think I should..I mean, we aren’t even ma-“ You started, but you were silenced by the growl that left his mouth and the feeling of being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

His strong back was taking blow after blow from you, and his ears were being filled with all sorts of curses from you so he’d put you down. But all he did in return is laugh, he found your attempts comical. And even more so when he felt you huff in defeat, realizing you weren’t getting away from him.

He places you down onto a makeshift bed, crouching down slightly so he could look you in the eye. “You’ll help me, yes?” He questions, whole body still stiff and ridged from holding himself back. You took a minute to respond, thinking of all the reasons why you shouldn’t help him out, but with the way he was looking at you and how your body was responding before you could, you already knew what your answer was gonna be. And so did he.

You nodded your head eagerly while saying “yes” to him, giving him the go ahead to damn near rip your loincloth off and manhandle you onto your knees so your face was shoved into the mattress and ass was in the air. There’s a second of silence before you feel him lean down to leave sloppy kisses down your spine, stopping when his face reached your leaking cunt.

A low moan comes from him at the sight, before he reaches out to play with your puffy folds. “Mhm~ so pretty, yawntutsyìp..” he murmured softly as he pushed a finger into you, the tightness of your gummy walls around his finger made him grow impatient. And the pretty nosies that were coming from your plush lips weren’t making it any better.

You hear a small “I’m sorry, yawntusip..” after he pulls his finger out of you, but before you can question and complain to him you’re cut off by your own moan and the overwhelming feeling of his huge cock stretching you out, not giving you time to adjust as he pounds into your greedy pussy ruthlessly.

You could feel every ridge and vein of him, how much he twitched inside of you, how his tip perfectly aligned with your sweet spot. It drove you crazy. The coil in your stomach was unraveling quickly, quicker than you can warn him before you came all over him. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even slow his pace. He just tightened his grip on your hips and kept using you. Not like you cared anyway.

The overstimulation was hitting you fast and hard, causing tears to blur your vision, instinctively your hand reaches behind you, lacing your fingers with his in search of comfort. “So’lek, please! I-mhm!~s’too much..I can’t..” you were blubbering nonsense at this point, body turning into mush the more he played with you. “Oh, but you’re being such a good girl for me. So just shut up and take it.” He demanded as he wrapped his arm around your neck before he lifting you up, placing his other hand on your waist to give him more leverage.

The new position has you seeing stars, he was somehow even deeper inside of you and hit your sweet spot even more directly. All of the sensations have your coil snapping once again, juices dripping onto the bed below you and adding to the obscene skin slapping nosies that filled the cave.

Soft moans and whimpers leave his lips when your pussy flutters around him, the feeling makes him push his knot in you instantly, spilling his warm, sticky cum all inside of your needy cunt. You almost scream when you feel his knot push into you, pain and pleasure running all over your body from it. And even more so when he bit down on your shoulder, unbeknownst to you that he was doing that to silence all the pretty noises that’d come from him.

He licks and kisses the wound as he rides out both of your highs, whispering sweet praises in your ear occasionally. You’re still a mess, the feeling of him still being inside of you overwhelming you slightly, but you eventually relax the more he calms you down.

Swiftly, he pulls you so your flush to his chest as he rests his body against the wall. You reach your hand behind you to cup the side of his face gently, making him turn his head to look down at you, “you feeling any better yet?” the orange haze of his eyes told you all that you needed to know, yet you asked anyway.

He turned his head to kiss and nibble at the skin of your hand, mumbling a small ‘mhm’ in response.

But you knew he was far from over with you.

A/N~ this is my very first So’lek fic so pls be nice to me😔 and also my first fic where I included a/b/o elements, so I hope I used everything in the right way bc I’ve always been a lil scared to write anything to do with a/b/o elements bc it’s a lil confusing to me and overwhelming😭 but regardless, I hope you guys enjoyed, stay safe and hydrated. Love you bbys💕

Duces🫶🏽,

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[pandoraslxna]

Stepbro!Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dirty talk, stepcest, mentions of masturbating, in public, mentions of oral, cum eating, voyeurism (?), Lo‘ak being a flustered mess, perv!Lo‘ak

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Lo‘ak art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

"You know what I like?"

Your voice is calm and quiet, words whispered into Lo‘aks ear as you lean against his side and his gaze flicks up and around the gathering. Everyone seems to be busy, his mother and father deep in a conversation with some of the clans eldest. He swallows nervously, his voice just as quiet as yours.

"What?"

He takes a handful of berries and pushes them past his lips, trying just a little too hard to appear unfazed by the fact that a little skin to skin contact with his what dad called step sister sent his heart racing.

"That wet slippery noise when you jerk off and think I'm sleeping."

Lo‘ak almost chokes on his food, sending him into a coughing fit that draws the attention of Neteyam and Spider to them that sit just a few feet away. Worried eyes fall on him before he gets himself under control again.

"What!?"

"I said, that wet–"

"I heard you! Great mother, I- I just I- What!?"

You giggle and lean even more into his side, an innocent gesture that catches Jake’s attention from across the fire. His father smiles, glad to see that his son treats the new addition of the family with such kindness. If only he knew…

"I have to admit, it gets me pretty hot", you tell him, batting your pretty long lashes as you look up at him and Lo‘ak isn’t sure if this is actually happening right now. He’s not sure he can actually hear you or if he’s hallucinating. You don’t seem very fazed by his stunned expression and the sheer horror on his face as you keep going, unbothered by the fact that if Neteyam or Spider or literally anyone around them decided to pay closer attention to them, they would hear what you were saying.

"I figured you'd be the type to be more sneaky about it, you know. But jerking off like that when I'm laying just two and a half feet away, Lolo? That's brave, even for you."

Lo‘ak swallowed. His throat made an odd noise of it‘s own when he tried to talk, so he cleared his throat, his hands clenching and unclenching and fuck, there was sweat beading on his temples and—

"It's not like I really mind or anything", you went on and great— great mother your hand is on his knee and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves just an inch further up his thigh. "I get antsy myself if I don't scratch that itch at least once a day."

"Once a day?" Lo’ak bursts out before he can even think about it. "Daily's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"You tell me. I haven't slept straight through the night for ten moons now."

That makes him blush now. So you’ve heard him all this time?

"Why are you even telling me that all now?"

You shrug. "I don’t know. I guess maybe I just wanted my new big brother to tell me all about it."

"All about what? I– I don't even know what we're talking about anymore!"

Another giggle. This time, the sound of it sends a full on body shiver through him. "I want to know what makes you go off so quick all the time."

Face heating up in flustered embarrassment, Lo‘ak frowned at you.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmh. C'mon, Lolo. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I- I don't-"

"You're noisy too, you know", you added with a smug little grin. "Aside from all the panting and moaning, I mean." A weighty pause. "Sometimes it actually sounds like you’re beating it. So wet and rough. You want it that hard? Me, I like it varied. Keep me guessing."

"Eywa, okay, okay. Fine", Lo‘ak cut you off before you could go on with your rambling. Not that his dick could get any harder under his loincloth by now. He shifted on his seat, nervously glancing down at you and then back to the people around them before a mumbled quietly, "Your mouth."

A long pause and then, "That's it? Hm. I mean, I get it, it's a good mouth and all, but that's all you got? My mouth." This time it’s less of a giggle and more of a laugh and one of your hands comes up to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Lips, specifically?" Lo’ak ventured.

"You suck at this."

"What am I supposed to say? I- I don't actually think about things while I'm at it, they just... pop up!" He tried to reason, yet you seemingly enjoyed the way he panicked and scrambled to find a better choice of words. "Don't blame me for fixating on your blowjob lips!"

That made you pause your laughing, your fingertips now tracing the outline of your bottom lip and don’t look, he thinks to himself. Don’t fucking look. "So that’s what you’ve been thinking about, huh?"

"Oh, great mother", he cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would’ve helped him disappear.

"You imagine them all fucked red and wet, hm?" Your voice had suddenly grown more sultry and the realization made his cock pulsate underneath his restraining coverings.

"Something like that", he murmured. There was a dangerous pause, before he added, "Now I’ll probably think about what else you might let me get away with. Besides listening to me jerking off at night, I mean."

A smile tugged at your lips at this. "Like?"

"Small stuff. Like... like if you'd just lay down and let me jerk off on you."

"Hmm, I think so, yes."

Lo’ak closed his eyes again, then tipped his head back. "I meant if that was all I did. Just jerking off while you, kind of, watch me?"

Again, "Yes."

Oh. He wet his lips. "I’ve been thinking about jerking off and … and would you eat it? My cum, I mean. I’ve been imagining watching you lick it off my fingers. Would you–?"

Slightly lower, softer, "Yes."

"If- I mean I know I would like it when you suck me off, I bet you're good at it," and saying this was so much easier with his eyes closed but he had to look at you, see your expression for what came now, "but if you'd let me, if I just held your head still so I could–"

Lo‘ak stopped, swallowed. His cock was so painful hard right now, but he waited for you to pick up where he left off, finish it, but all you gave him was a tiny pleased, "Go on."

"I want to fuck your mouth. I really, really want to."

"How would you want to do that, Lolo?" You tilt you head and it’s just now that he realized how close your hand had wandered up his thigh and he might actually come right in his loincloth if this kept going for another minute, but fucking shit he needed to get this out before he bursts, no matter what your response to it might be.

"Hard. Hard enough to make your voice go rough."

"Yes." It took him a long minute to realise that this wasn't just agreement, it was permission.

"You… you would actually let me do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Your hand then left his thigh, much to his disappointment and he watched with wide fearful eyes as you got up to stand, his face so flustered red that his skin prickled.

"Only one way to find out", you finally said, before looking around for any possibly unwanted listeners. "Meet me at the waterfall in ten minutes", you said with a wink and Lo‘ak finally exhaled the breath he was holding this entire time.

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Missed Lessons

Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 6 - Heat Cycle)

A/N: Later than I had hoped but it is finally complete, my magnum opus, my first Tonowari fic

Sequel now posted: here

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu @pandoraslxna

Synopsis: Tonowari placed an incredible amount of trust in you when he asked you to assist him in teaching the Sully family the ways of the Metkayina. He placed the reputation of the clan on your shoulders. When he finds out from his son that you didn't show up to Jake's Tsurak training with no explanation and no sign of you at your Marui the concern of your friend mixes with the disappointment of your Olo'eyktan. That is, until he manages to catch a whiff of your scent leading from your Marui.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, bullshit about the Metkayina culture that I made up heavily using Māori culture because there's not a whole lot of information on the Metkayina but I know the Māori culture was a big inspo for them, reader being in heat, random lore about heat cycles that I will not be expanding on, no reference to Ronal but Ao'nung and Tsyeria exist so it's up to you, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, oral (fem receiving), p in v, creampie, breeding kink, I'm feral for him I stg, 3.8k words

You and Tonowari had been close throughout your lives, spending your childhood days running across the warm sand of your home Awa’atlu. You had passed your rites together, became adults in the eyes of your clan together, danced around the fire after drinking too much kava made from the fermented, sweet fruit that could only be harvested from the swampy inland of your home. So when the time eventually came for Tonowari’s father to step down as the Olo'eyktan, you were the one to crush the rare shells that you’d painstakingly collected together and fashion them into a beautiful, glisting paint that sparkled when the light of the fire hit it and the one to paint the delicate swirls and waves of ceremonial importance onto him all the while berating his skxawng ass for not sitting still. 

Tonowari trusted you with his life and everything in it. So, when the winged creatures of the mountains far to the west arrived with a family of na’vi hailing from the Omatikaya, your eyes were the first he met and it was your nod of approval that solidified the Suli family’s place at Awa’atlu.

It had been a quarter of a cycle since that day and the clan had become well adjusted to the family of forest people, leaving Tonowari to gradually withdraw from training Tsyeyk Suli and give more attention to his duties as Olo’eyktan once again. A discussion between the three of you ended with Tonowari granting you the responsibility of training the once great Toruk Makto in his efforts to learn the ways of the txampay taronyu (Ocean Hunter) and more importantly how to master the riding of the viscous Tsurak, a milestone all Metkayina must meet while passing their rites.

Teaching Tsyeyk became a daily task of yours, one that you excelled in if his progress was anything to go by. In fact, if you pushed him enough, Tsyeyk might go as far as to say he’d made more progress with you than with Tonowari himself and you took an incredible amount of pride in that.

Your clan observed a special community kinship, sharing duties equally based on talents and specialities. Whakairo (Carving), Raranga (Weaving), Tā moko (Permanent Marking/Tattooing) and Txampay Tìtaron (Ocean Hunting) being the most respected. Every adult in the clan contributed what they could and shared responsibilities amongst themselves.

In the many cycles Tonowari had known you, you were not a person to skimp on your responsibilities. A skxawng? Maybe. But Eywa herself couldn’t drag you to the lows of disappointing your clan. You knew for a fact that being so close with Tonowari meant that your actions and reputation reflected on him, so when the warm tones of the evening sun began colouring the sea and Tonowari was assisting the late returning tarpongu (hunting party) with distributing their catch he was surprised to hear his son calling his name.

“No one has seen her today”. Despite the irritation bubbling inside him by the fact that you had left Tsyeyk with no help for the day, concern for you itched under his skin and forced him in the direction of your Marui to check for you himself. 

His concern for you only increased when he noticed your privacy coverings were still pulled shut and when he entered your home only to see it a complete mess it was all he could do in his power not to yell for you like a wild man. Your belongings were rifled through, strewn across the floor. Your portion of the community meal laid untouched near your sleeping mat, it had been long enough that the uneaten food was congealed and filled his nose with an unpleasant smell. 

Taking a deep breath to try and scent you through the overwhelming smell of rotting food he was able to catch a faint trail of your distinct scent leading from your home, a strange, staggering sweetness clung to the inside of his nose as it mixed with your usual smell. It clouded his senses, made an unfamiliar prickling sensation appear along the back of his neck and spread down his spine all the way to the base of his tail that swayed with unease.

As Tonowari followed the trail of your scent through the humid, dense mangrove forest of your village he thought back to the last evening meal, were you even there? Did he actually see you engaging with the clan at any point? If you were there, how could he not have noticed that something was clearly wrong? Wrong enough for you to disappear for almost a full day. 

Bile churned in his gut at the thought of something awful happening to you because of his nonobservance, blaming himself immediately for whatever state he would find you in. 

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the back of his neck despite the cooling air of the evening, the loose curls that cascaded his back in a delicate waterfall were beginning to stick to his slick skin. 

Taking another deep breath of your scent, Tonowari was able to follow the trail to the edge of the water where it suddenly dispersed, indicating to him that you’d gone into the water. It wasn’t until the first spits of rainfall began to hit his skin, the cool shock breaking through the cloudiness that seemed to have settled over his mind the moment he smelled that strange sweetness to your scent, that he realised just where he was and where you would most likely be.

In your teen years, before he was Olo’eyktan, before either of you had even begun to think about your Iknimaya, you’d gone exploring. Past the swampy inland together, through the mangrove forest and to the edge of the water at the other side of the island. You’d quickly spotted a rocky outcrop in the distance and before he could convince you it was time to turn back you’d already dived into the water. He remembers rolling his eyes, calling you childish, hiding his real feelings about how pretty you were with water clinging to your lashes and slicking your hair back before jumping into the water with you. You spent the night together camping in the hidden beach of the outcrop, laying by the fire and talking about your futures. It was the night you promised to paint him for his ceremonial induction as Olo’eyktan when the day came, picking an iridescent shell out of the sand and vowing to make the paint yourself with the shells from your special outcrop.

Hanging his heavier, more ornate items of clothing over a branch after he removed them, Tonowari feels a literal and metaphorical weight lift from his shoulders. How long had it been since he’d been here last with you? Surely before he became Olo’eyktan, before his life became an endless cycle of being the most important person in the clan, weighed down by his duties, responsibilities and the representative clothing that he still didn’t feel he carried like his father once did.

Left in his tewng with his knife still sheathed at his hip and his songcord blending into the heavy leather fringe, Tonowari runs his thumb over the small shell you gifted him so many cycles prior before diving into the water and making the swim to your outcrop.

Tonowari took care to enter your space slowly, if you were injured or ill then you’d most likely react to his presence negatively. Entering the cave of your outcrop, he feels the water of the sea begin to dry against his skin as the lit fire inside warms him. 

Taking a deep breath of your scent, Tonowari finds it almost unbearably strong in this area, the strange sweetness clinging to you is stronger here too. It’s thick in the air and it makes an unfamiliar ache radiate through his kuru, trickle down his spine and spread throughout his body. 

His jaw ticks in thought, he’s never reacted like this to your scent. Never reacted like this to A scent at all. 

A deep, rumbling hiss rips through the air. Vibrating through your vocal cords in a warning grumble that makes Tonowari’s hand instinctively reach for his blade, his fingers barely brushing the hilt before he’s knocked off his feet. His head throbs with the collision on the sand but the sensation can barely push to the front of his mind through the pulsing of his heartbeat in his ears and the feeling of your burning hot skin scorching his own. 

Your pretty eyes don’t hold their usual warmth as you glare down at Tonowari and the cool, sharpened tip of your knife threatens his Adams apple, for a moment he’s convinced that you aren’t even aware of who he is from the way you’re snarling at him until you speak.

“You should not be here! Skxawng!” 

The harsh tone of your voice echoes through the mist that your scent placed over his mind and his earlier irritation boils up again tenfold. 

“You would hold a knife to your Olo’eyktan?”

“To my Olo’eyktan? Of course not. To the Skxawng that followed me out here though?”

Tonowari snarls at you, a noise you’ve never heard in the cycles you’d spent together. It’s so out of character that even Tonowari himself looks shocked at the authoritative noise before his expression hardens once more and he pushes you off of him, sending you back on your ass in the sand with your knife dropping with a thud beside you.

Your ears drop back uncontrollably, a whimper slipping out before you can stop it at the way Tonowari stands over you. You’d seen him shout, yell and berate people before that deserved it and it had never caused a reaction like it was causing from you right now. If you were in your right mind, not overtaken by the swirling intensity of your heat, then you would have had more fight in you.

Tonowari immediately notices your subdued nature and takes a chance to properly look at you. Your hair is unkempt, loose from it’s usual neat updo, your skin is flushed with such a deep colour that he worries for a second you may be suffering from sun sickness before he notices the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

Your breath is quick as Tonowari looks at you, every second around him is harder for you to get through and the heat in your gut is burning hotter than the fire lit beside you. 

“Y-You need to leave Tonowari. You cannot be here.”

Tonowari’s eyes drop to your clenching thighs and it finally clicks for him what is happening to you, maybe he really is a skxawng. His irritation, the heat burning him from the inside out since he caught your scent, the odd sweetness clinging to your scent even from such a distance creating a fog in his mind. It was all because of your heat. 

“Your heat? How is your heat here? It is not mating season and you..”

An irritated hiss rips out of you uncontrollably and you glare at Tonowari with whatever fierceness you can muster when all your heat riddled brain can tell you to do is submit to this dominant presence. 

“What? I am unmated? You think I do not know that? Why else would I have come out here by myself?”

Getting to your feet quickly you busy yourself with brushing the sand from your body that clings to your sweat slick skin. 

“You could have come to me for help. Or the Tsahik”

“Do not be ridiculous. What good would that have done?”

A growl of frustration leaves Tonowari’s lips and it takes all your remaining strength to stay on your feet and not immediately fall to his but the tell tale signs of your submission show themselves anyway. Your ears drop once more, your head bowing forward and your eyes refusing to meet his. Your fists clench with defiance but you can’t hide how Tonowari is only making the effect of your heat worse.

Your slick is flowing uncontrollably and it has been since you picked up Tonowari’s scent coming towards you. The truth was that your avoidance of group meals and your duties was purely due to Tonowari and his lingering scent being present in every part of your village. Even your own Mauri. 

“You need to be filled”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the thought, almost going braindead over the image that plagues your mind of Tonowari sitting you on his fat cock and plugging you full of his cum.

“Do not be so crass, I will survive without it. I would be doing just fine if you hadn’t shown up”

The waver in your voice makes Tonowari take a step towards you, he sees your ears twitching and listening for his movements but you make no move to stop him so he takes another and another until he is directly behind you. 

For a second there is silence and he basks in it, it reminds him of your simple shared childhood, when you could be with each other from sunrise to sunset without anyone bothering either of you. He thinks to himself that if he’d never been born into this family of his, if he’d grown to be a simple fisherman or weaver instead of the Olo’eyktan then maybe.. maybe the courage to approach you like this would have came without a push from nature and maybe, just maybe, you would have been his long before he’d had children with another.

Tonowari clears his throat and it startles you for a moment before you feel his large, rough hands settle themselves on your waist. The sensation of his skin against yours so purposefully forces a gasp from your lips that you can barely convince yourself was meaningless.

“Perhaps.. I really am a skxawng like you say-”

“You know I don’t mean anything-”

“Mean anything by it or not, it’s all you call me by anymore.”

Shame burns in your throat and your eyes sting with the prick of tears as Tonowari continues  voicing his thoughts to you.

“Maybe I am a skxawng.. but I have never, ever questioned the will or the way of Eywa.. and I know in my heart you have not either.. so to end up here, your scent enticing me and finding you in heat despite being unmated I..”

A fond smile spreads across your face as you listen to Tonowari speak, cycles and cycles of being Olo’eyktan had taught him how to speak to crowds and how to speak to the clan but yet in this moment he was reduced to the mild mannered boy you used to know.

“Perhaps it is Eywa’s will..”

Tonowari sucks in a breath at your words, waiting for you to accept or deny his thinly veiled confession. 

“And who are we to question Eywa?”

You gasp as Tonowari spins you to face him, a giddy smile spreading across your face to match the one on his own. Tonowari smashes his lips to yours in a kiss so passionate it makes up for all the years of dancing around each other, the way his tongue licks into your mouth makes an embarrassingly loud whine escape you and you worry for a moment that he may feel the rapid beat of your heart against his chest that’s pressed against your own. 

Your body is burning hot against Tonowari’s and he’s almost certain the shape of you will be scorched onto his skin like a brand when you finally pull away from him. He can feel your breath getting shorter and more laboured the longer he kisses you but the real sign that your heat is well and truly taking over you is the almost buckle of your knees when he purposefully presses his knee between your thighs and against your soaked cunt.

Taking the brunt of your weight, Tonowari hooks your legs around his waist and lays you back in the sand. The stretch in your hips forced around the thickness of his waist will surely burn once you’re in your right mind once again but for now the only thing you can focus on is the pressure of your closest friend's rock hard cock pressed against your pussy.

You’re so distracted by finally feeling Tonowari’s fat cock pressed against you that you don’t recognise him reaching for your discarded knife until the cold blade is touching your skin, immediately becoming foggy from the pure heat coming off of you. In a swift series of movements your clouded brain can’t keep up with, Tonowari slices through the material of your tewng and the delicate beading of your chest covering. The cool air finally hitting your body only gives momentary relief from the heat eating you from the inside out. 

Tonowari feels the pressure of your thighs squeezing around him and he drops his hips into your own, the roughness of his tewng against your bare cunt bringing a startled squeal of pleasure from you and your clit pulses overwhelmingly at the minimal contact.

Large, rough hands grip the backs of your thighs and force them higher, almost bending you in half as Tonowari settles between your plush thighs. Your slick coats every inch of your pitifully swollen and neglected pussy, your swollen, pulsing clit begging for attention from between your lips. 

Your voice comes out in a whiney rasp and you barely sound like yourself in the way you beg.

“Please! Please! Please!”

Tonowari takes a moment to admire you fully, every part of you begging for him and him only, before he gives a firm lick through your folds. His wide, rough tongue licking from your slick dripping entrance to your twitching clit forcing a breathy sob to rip from your throat and your back to arch almost painfully as you grip onto his hair.

Purring against your soaked cunt, Tonowari licks up every drop of your slick he can to savour the taste of you on his tongue. The obscene sounds of his tongue lashing against your wetness combined with your high whines fills the air.

You feel Tonowari suck your sensitive clit into his mouth and your hips automatically rock towards his face. His right hand reaches for your plump tits, tugging on your pebbled nipple in rhythm with his suction on your clit as the fingers on his left hand trace your entrance, teasing your clenching hole by pressing the tips in ever so slightly.

Tonowari growls into your heat as he feels your rough tug on his hair but he relents and lets you feel like you have some power from gripping and pulling him until his lips meet your own once again.

Moaning at the taste of your slick on his tongue, a possessive part of your brain is elated at the thought of him tasting like you, smelling like you, being a part of you. Parting from the kiss you can barely catch your breath, little whimpers huffing against his lips as he stares amusedly down at you. 

“It hurts, ‘Wari” 

A large hand brushes the sweat tangled strands of your hair out of your face, cooing at the tears wetting your lashline while his other hand works on positioning his cock at your entrance.

Tonowari rubs the head of his cock between your lips and over your clit, picking up a combination of your slick and his pre-cum that makes pressing into you an easy feat. 

Crying out at the stretch, the conscious part of your brain in the deepest part of your mind is relieved that you didn’t get a good look at Tonowari’s fat cock before he started pressing into you. He was easily the largest man you had ever been with and you felt like he was ripping you in half the further he pushed inside but your heat and your dripping cunt just wanted more. 

Tonowari feels your heels digging into the meat of his ass, encouraging him deeper despite the gentle wince on your face. 

“You can take it, ma’yawne”

Your mouth parts in awe, a choked whimper rumbling from your chest as he finally reaches the hilt. You can feel his heavy balls pressing against you as the tip of his thick cock kisses your cervix. 

Tonowari’s eyes lock onto your own as he begins thrusting, each drag of his cock against your gummy walls threatening to send your eyes rolling so far back in your head they would never return to their normal position. You swear you can feel him hitting your stomach, knocking the breath out of you as each thrust gains momentum and knocks against your g-spot with unimaginable precision. 

Reaching for your clit, he rolls it between his fingers as he kisses at your neck and shoulder, selfishly biting at the flesh to mark you as his as if the scent of his cum stuffed inside you wouldn’t ward off any idiot who came around sniffing at you.

The brutality of his pounding thrusts only increases with each punched out whine he receives from you as a reward. He can feel your cunt tightening around him every time his head bullies its way against your g-spot and with renewed vigor he viscously rubs his fingers over the sensitive nub of your pretty little clit.

Your vision goes white for a moment, your ears ringing and when you finally return to your body you hear a high pitched wailing that you’re shocked to realise is coming from you. Tonowari continues his pounding thrusts, each one punching out another gush of cum from you and a fucked out noise from your throat.

Digging your nails into his shoulders you peer up at him, eyelashes clumped together with tears that you can’t hold back any longer.

“Need you to cum inside, want you to fill me up ‘Wari”

Large hands grip onto your hips, tight enough ,you’re sure, to leave ugly discoloured bruises that you’ll wear around the village with pride. Tonowari's thrusts are animalistic as he chases his release, mutterings of a wild man talking about the image of you round with his next child. Tits plumper than usual full of milk for the baby.

Hands leaving your hips, they slam into the sand next to your head. A punched out snarl leaves him as he finally allows himself to cum inside of you so deeply he’s sure not a drop will spill out. 

Tonowari’s nose brushes against your own, a gesture almost too intimate in comparison to the way he just ravaged you. You bask in the silence, breathing each other’s air and feeling each other’s heart beats as the sweat cools on your skin and the mist clouding your mind finally settles. 

You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you and you watch a fond smile stretch across Tonowari's face, the smile lines at the edges of his beautiful eyes crinkling and reminding you of how long it has taken you both to finally get here.

“Nga yawne lu oer..”

You stroke his hair as you smile up at him, the love of your life, your best friend.

“Skxawng..”

[haunting-venus]

enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead. 

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt. 

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.” 

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure. 

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

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By my side

Pairings: Agedup Aonung x FemMetkayina Reader.

Summary: your mate enjoys every bit of you no matter the time.

Warnings: MDNI, somnophilia, p in v, established relationship, I think I got everything.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

To Aonung you were absolutely breathtaking. The way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took while you were sleeping. You seemed so peaceful, so at ease.

He often found himself watching you sleep; he enjoyed the view of you in all your naked glory. A sight he’d never get tired of seeing, as you lay on your stomach, ass bare to him he couldn’t help but to admire it.

The curve of your ass was something he always got mesmerized by, so supple yet firm. The perfect combination of everything he liked in one, reaching to let his fingers ghost over your tattoo. Each finger to each line as he traced the delicate designs.

He exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding, being mated to you the best decision made. He loves you for eternity in every single way. The soft touch of his fingers bringing your body to life, even in your sleep like state you were so reactive. His hands firmly grabbed ahold on your thigh and gently pushed it further to the side.

The view of your slick cunt has his cock growing with need, his body craved you. Begged for you, he desperately needed to fill you.

For a moment he just sat and watched you, letting his eyes rack over your body slowly before he let his finger dip down into your heat. Slowly he rubbed along your slit before dipping his fingers into your wetness, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

He enjoyed the fact that even in your sleep your body knew who it belonged to. He hummed as he moved close to your body, his fingers leaving your heat to ease at your swollen bundle of nerves.

He doesn’t stop moving his finger slowly in circular motions as he presses the tip of his length against your slick entrance, his hands found themselves grasping tightly at your hips.

He was in love in every way of you, especially the way your sopping wet pussy cling to his length especially in your sleepy state. He wanted to hold back he really did, but he couldn’t focus on your grip.

Leaning down he pressed soft little kisses against your smooth skin, his cheek pressing against your back gently. He rocked his hips slowly at first, focusing on the way you clung greedily to him. His soft breathless moans and quiet groans filled your home, his deep growls rumbling from his chest each time you squeezed his throbbing cock.

He hoped you’d wake up, wake up to the feeling of him fucking deep into you. Yet nothing, you laid there taking every inch of him like the good girl you’d be if you were awake, and he loved it. He watched the way your breathing changed; soft moans being forced from your slightly parted lips. His eyes narrowed in on how your hands grabbed at the blankets before your eyes slowly peeled open, he gave you a smug grin once you finally focused.

“Shh baby, just relax...” He murmured as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the side of your cheek.

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[blue-slxt]

Romancing Pandora 1

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Another event! They just keep coming lol. Anyways, this is my first time writing for this kink so I hope it's good. Pervy Lo'ak is just so fitting. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: Somnophilia, Fingering, Masturbation (M)

Lo’ak has this…habit. He’s not sure how it really grew into this. It started off innocent enough. When you would sleep, he would just admire you. Your face that looked so peaceful and precious and your body that would be sprawled out bare and on display in a way that always framed you like a piece of art. He could, and sometimes would, stare at you for hours on end. You were like this untouchable, ethereal being. But he could touch you. And those started innocently too, honestly. It started with just a simple brush of his fingers along your jaw that had finally unclenched. Running his hands over the flawless skin of your thigh. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes. 

In all of his admiring, he caused you to stir a bit in your slumber. You roll onto your stomach and hitch one leg up, putting your puffy, slick pussy in full view. Lo’ak can feel his mouth filling with saliva with the scent of your subconscious arousal filling the air around you. The internal battle starts almost immediately in his mind. Is it too far? Would you be angry with him? Should he even be thinking something like this? 

“Hmm, Lo’ak…” you half mumble in your sleep. 

His ears flick and twitch at the sound of his name. You were dreaming about him and you were practically dripping. It made his dick achingly hard. Just a little bit will be alright, right?

He goes slow. He starts at the back of your knees and runs his hands up the backs of your thighs and higher and higher to the cup of your ass. His thumbs tease and spread your exposed lips. He gathers some of your slick on his finger and raises it to his lips. The taste of you has him biting his lip to choke back the moan bubbling up his throat. 

His breathing is getting heavy in his chest as his fingers continue to play and tease your eager hole. He can’t stop himself from wrapping his free hand around his cock that’s been steadily dripping precum. His eyes roll back and his mouth falls open finally feeling some relief. He decides to push the envelope a little more when he carefully pushes one finger into your pussy. You let out a long, deep breath before you settle again. Lo’ak’s dick twitches in his palm feeling how tight and wet your walls are around his finger. His grip tightens around his dick trying to mimic how you feel. 

“Oh fuck, baby…” he mumbles as quietly as he can. He knows he won’t last long with how hard his dick is. His hand squeezes around his tip that was oh so sensitive right now and he exhales a shaky breath. 

Unbeknownst to Lo’ak, you smile silently to yourself. You had woken up a few minutes ago, but decided to let him have his fun with you. You figure, you should have a little fun too when you adjust your hips a bit so that his finger slips deeper into you. You’re choking back a small moan, but Lo’ak is behind you panting hard. 

His fist pumps faster and faster on his dick until he finally spills his load over his hand and stomach. His thighs tremble and his abs flex with every new spurt of cum. You can feel his finger twitch inside of you and you savor the feeling until you finally feel him relax himself. He carefully slides his finger out of you and he eagerly licks it clean. He looks at you to make sure that you’re still asleep before he quickly grabs a nearby cloth to clean himself off with. 

Lo’ak gently brushes a braid out of your “sleeping” face and settles himself back down on the mat finally ready to get some sleep. 

You secretly smile feeling satisfied with yourself. Despite feeling a little needy now, you know that you’re going to have him make it up to you in the morning.

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[neteyamssyulang]

Somnophilia

Day 1

Continue to day 6

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem omaticaya reader

Warnings: Somnophilia obvi, Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, P in V, Dub-con?

Word count: 336

Translation(s): Tewng -> Loincloth, Kelku -> Omaticaya home.

The whispering wind carried the melody of the distant lullaby, lulling the village to sleep. Everyone of course, except for Neteyam who snuck out of his kelku quietly making his way towards yours.

Upon reaching it, he pulled the flaps aside instantly noticing your sleeping form, snuggled underneath the blanket you had brought from hells gate.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he walked into the kelku, his movements were swift knowing one wrong move would wake you up.

Finally he stopped, crouching down beside you, one of his hands moving to carefully pull the blanket off you, the sight he sees makes his mouth water.

You didn't have your tewng and top on, it's understandable really but eywa he's imagined this so many times.

With your legs already spread he moved between them ripping off his own tewng, bringing one of his hands to his mouth he spit in it before moving it to his cock using it as lube.

Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder he positioned his cock at your entrance, teasingly swiping his cockhead through your now slick folds.

As much as he wanted to just take you roughy he decided to just go slow, his ears pinning back against his head as he slowly pushed into your awaiting walls, trying his best to not make a sound.

Thankfully you were still sleeping by the time he bottomed out.

Sighing in relief he pulled back till just the tip remained in, then pushed back in with one swift thrust.

How someone could sleep through this? he didn't know, but he took his chance now going a bit more rough, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass, as his breath came out in short pants.

Neteyam's eyes rolled back feeling your walls flutter around him, he leaned down burying his face into the crook of your neck subconsciously scenting you as his.

Because that’s what you were now, to hell with his brother. He didn’t deserve you anyways.

[neteyamyawne]

💗 — Daddy Kink

『 Pairing 』 Tsu'tey x Fem!Na'vi!Reader.

『 summary 』 you were assigned to train under his wing, but his ways of punishment are quite unconventional and rather enjoyable for you and for him as well.

『 warning 』 Daddy kink, Babygirl/daddy dynamic, Dacryphilia, p in v, explicit, biting, degradation, belly bulge, Tsaheylu bonding, kuruplay, aftercare, pet names.

『 word count 』 815. Proof read.

『 Notes 』 Y'all!!! I need more Tsu'tey requests! My man is deprived!!

『 Glossary 』 Oel ngati kameie - I see you, Tiyawn - love, Paskalin - Honey/sweet berry.

◦ Masterlist || M.Masterlist

It all started with a bow and arrow, that's all you knew for now as your back rocked against the grass of the forest floor, the canopy above was a blur of green, brown and soft blue, legs thrown over his shoulders as he rocked your world dumb.

»»————-　♡　————-««

He was teaching you how to draw an arrow, his chest pressed against your back as he helped you draw the arrow with his hand wrapped around your first, his breath fanning over your hair, breathing in and out before letting go of the arrow as it hit the bullseye on the tree trunk.

But all you could think of was his body pressed against yours, his hot breath over your neck, his hands gripping yours, it was a tingling sensation, making you bite your lip and squeeze your wet pussy to stop the empty aching throb.

He knew though… he saw it… smelled it on your scent, saw the shiny droplets forming on the crown of your head, your breaths coming in heavy, he smirked, kissing the shell of your ear, startling you enough that the bow slipped out of your hand, he chuckled at your surprise “what, Tiyawn? I know what you're thinking…”

»»————-　♡　————-««

It was how you ended up with your leg on his shoulder, a hand gripping your hip tightly, bruising the flesh as your cries rang in his ear with Each. Fucking. Thrust. His other hand pressed below your belly button to feel each thrust inside you, fucking you so deep till you could see nothing but stars in broad daylight, tears glistening down your cheeks “Fuck… daddy please… i can't take it”

Your crying and pleading only turned him on more, making his pace go faster to drag out another lewd moan from your sore throat “shh shh, you can Ma Y/n, you can take like a good little slut, can't you baby girl?” He hummed in your ear, pounding into your wet and sloppy hole, you felt it again, the pressure building up, the coil about to snap.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your whiny cries fell on deaf ears, he watched the lovely sight below him, the way your tits bounced with each thrust, hair sprawled on the forest floor, teary eyes looking up at him, longing for more.

Tsu'tey leaned down with a smile, his signature two braids with red beads dangling above you, shushing your needy cries with kiss, his mouth and hips working in sync, muffling any sound that came out of you, the hand previously at your hip now rubbed circles on your clit, as he pulled back to watch you near your ever so needed climax “look at you… fucked so good, you can't even think straight, taking my cock so good, sucking me in like a hungry little bitch you are.”

Your whimpers were echoed in the forest, your mind fogged so bad that anything except his name and cock was otherworldly to you “Tsu'- *hiccup* da- daddy… I'm gonna.. fuck I'm so close..” he increased the pace, rubbing on the swollen nub with a groan of his own as he himself was close to losing it.

“That's it, good girl, cum with me, Tiyawn… just like that”

He grunted in your ear, pulling your closer to his chest, hips colliding with yours until you were screaming his name and came with him, the climax was dizzying, eyes rolling back in your skull as he pulled out with a heavy sigh and groan before laying down beside you and dragging you into his arm.

“There there, paskalin… you did so good, such a good girl..” He whispered into ear while rubbing your back soothingly and kissing the top of your head, out of breath and expended, he smiled down at your exhausted state, his other arm worked as a pillow for you and kissed the side of your temple, shifting the braids over your ear as it flickered at soft touch.

You had your face buried in his shoulder, sleeping peacefully after a ride of your life, his hands caressing and comforting your body, it was magical… almost as if it was Eywa’s will to have you two together.

The short nap for enough to get down from the high as he stared at you intently with his honey-gold eyes, caressing the side of your face until he whispered the words you were dying to hear “Oel ngati kameie, Ma y/n”

It was as if the whole world was with you, your smile almost as bright as the sun itself as he brought his kuru in front of you, as if asking for confirmation before you nodded “oel ngati kameie, Ma Tsu'tey” you whispered before joining your kuru to his at last with a smile spreading on your face.

Together forever till eternity, bound till death do you apart.

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✧ Summary~ the boys show you how much trouble your attitude is gonna get you into

✧ Warnings~ Oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, lotts of degrading, praising, readers a smart ass but teyam shuts her down, dom! Teyam and So’lek, soft(ish)dom! lo’ak, choking, size kink, fingering, marking, mentions of punishment, cliffhanger, foursome, polyamorous relationships, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy <33

✧ Translations~ Yawntutsyìp- Darling, little loved one, Tìyawn-love,

Your mates were all too familiar with your little “bratty episodes”, as lo’ak liked to call them. So familiar that over time, they figured out how to deal with them. But whenever you pushed too far, they would just give you a look. A look that told you to run.

So you did.

Your lungs were burning, limbs growing fatigued and weak with every step. You don’t even know how long you’ve been running for, but obviously not long enough for them to lose sight of you. Even if they did give you a 20 second head start.

The ruffles and creaks that came from the trees above you told you that two of the three of your mates were above you. Your legs pushed you faster at the realization of the only two footsteps you picked up on. ‘Where is he?’ Your mind wandered, scanning the area around you before making a sharp turn towards a nearby tree that lead to a secret path that you thought no one knew about.

You thought no one knew about it.

But that’s when you were proven wrong because of the all too familiar chest you collided with as you turned that corner, a sharp hiss leaving you at the pain stinging at your nose. You turn your gaze up slowly to see who you hit, but apparently you didn’t have to, since the ikran claw necklace that was staring right back at you told you all that you needed to know.

“Hey,mamas” the most cocky grin covered his face.

Tears filled in your eyes, not because of fear, but because of frustration. Your attempts at trying to outsmart them failed,and you knew they were going to push you to your absolute limits until you realize why you’re wrong. “Let me go. That wasn’t a fair chase and you know that, Lo’ak. You-“

“Enough.” The thick, roughness of Neteyams heavy accent made you jump, his presence startling you slightly. Lo’ak turned you around quicker before you could protest, pressing your back snug against his chest so that you were facing the two men infront of you.

They had the same smirk on their faces, making a mixture of anger and heat bundle in your core. No matter how much they irritated you, they turned you on all the same. “You put up quite the chase, yawntutsyìp, too bad we caught you so fast though.” Solek taunts, walking closer to you so he can run his fingers over your heaving chest, pinching and squeezing your breast roughly.

You bite back a whimper at the feeling, instead settling for a witty little comment instead. “Awh, do you want a sticker? Or do you want me to make you guys some cookies for being such good hunters?” Lo’ak giggled quietly at your response,but So’lek and neteyam? Eywa. You swear you could see steam coming out of their ears.

You open you mouth to say something else but you’re stopped by neteyams hand on your neck. Your faces were inches apart, his braids fell effortlessly over his shoulders and there was a deep scowl that was embedded in his features. “I said that’s enough, did I not?” His question was rhetorical, but you nodded ‘yes’ anyway.

He yanks your face somehow closer to his, growling lowly. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Yes, you did, teyam..” you whimper.

“Hm. That’s what I thought. On your knees, now.” You aren’t even given time to respond before lo’ak takes his hands off of your arms and pushes you down onto your knees, now standing infront of you and not behind you.

A mixture of nerves and arousal pooled in your belly at the sight of all three of their huge bulges infront of you. “Relax, mama. You’ll be fine.” Lo’ak coos as he places his hand on the top of your head, the other slowly untying his loincloth. Just the sight of them looking down at you has your loincloth a mess, the hunger in their eyes awakening something primal in you.

You felt neteyam snake his hand under your jaw before he turned it towards him, rubbing the tip of his now unclothed dick against your lips. “Open.” You followed his orders automatically, sticking your tongue out and opening your mouth as wide as you could so he could use you.

Every moan and whimper that came from you made him shudder, making his thrust get sloppier. “Mhm, still can’t keep quiet even when I’m using you like this? What a noisy slut.” He murmured, eyes never leaving your tear filled ones. You glance over to the other two to see they were slowly stroking themselves as neteyam used you, tips giving a never ending stream of precum the longer they touched.

You whine softly at the sight, wanting so badly to taste their bittersweetness on your tongue, but instead you opted for (barely) wrapping your hands around them and repeating their pace. A low moan came from the both of them when your soft hand closed around their leaking dicks, making the coil in their stomachs tighten.

“Such a pretty little whore for us, yawntutsìp. Just one cock isn’t enough for you, hon? Always need three to make you satisfied, hm?.” You heard So’lek whisper before he closed his hand around your own, using it how he wanted, lo’ak doing the same to your other hand.

A muffled, “mhm..” leaves your throat, but it turns into a broken sob when Neteyam pushes his whole length into the hot, tightness of your mouth sitting there for a moment to rest into the feeling before slowly continuing his thrusts on your sensitive mouth. The sensation of him trying to get as deep into your mouth as possible has your whole body going warm and pussy leak, causing you to tighten your grip on So’lek and Lo’ak.

Each of your ears were filled with the all the little soft gags and whimpers, squelching noises, that left the four of you. You could tell they were all close because of how rough they were getting with you, and how each of their bodies seemed to grow needier and needier.

“Fuck, mama..squeezin’ me so tight..this how you want me to fuck you, tìyawn? Hm?” Lo’ak questioned, making Neteyam pull out of you mouth reluctantly and turn your face towards his brother, all three of them groaning and speeding up their pace at the sight of the spit that flowed out of your mouth and connected you to neteyams cock.

You leave soft kisses all over Lo’aks weeping tip, sucking whatever else of his juices came out of it greedily. He damn near sobs when he feels the warmth of your mouth around his tip, threading his long fingers through your hair and tugging harshly so your lips had no choice but to leave his cock.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl..” he whispered, taking your hand and wrapping it around his girthy cock, fucking into your palm mercilessly. “..this how you want me to fuck you? Hm?” A lazy, ‘yes,sir’ leaves your lips, earring you a quiet ‘good girl’ from him before he lets go of your hair, giving you the chance to put your mouth back onto him.

“Then make all of us cum, and I will, mama. You’re already being such a good girl for us, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you to take all of him into your mouth, setting a deep, steady pace before you feel his hot, thick cum shooting towards the back of your throat. The feeling makes you moan loudly(or as loud as you could get with Neteyam in your throat.) as you closed your thighs together only to be stopped by So’lek holding your hips up so he can fuck into your already closed thighs, sending you a few more thrust before covering your thighs and the ground beneath you in his cum. The same warmth sliding down your back as neteyam came with a broken moan.

All that could be heard was heavy pants and quiet curses/praises that left each of their lips as they came down from their highs. Once they fully relaxed, Lo’ak and So’lek pulled away from you as neteyam picked you up and place you on his lap. The warmth of his body was lulling you into sleep, feeling your body already giving out on you, and almost forgetting the throbbing that was coming from your legs. Almost.

Until lo’ak rubbed small circles on your clit, sliding one finger into you effortlessly as Neteyam bit down on the soft skin of your neck. Yelps and whimpers fell from your lips with every suck and nip they left on your body, causing So’lek to let out a pleased hum before cupping your face lovingly.

“Don’t fall asleep on us now, yawntutsyìp. You know we can’t let you fall asleep without knowing you’ve learned your lesson.”

A/N~ I’m so so soooo sorry this took so long, I didn’t mean to keep my babies waiting, I’ve js been spending time with all of my pookies. But it’s time to spend time with my pookies on here, so this is my lil im sorry gift for yall😚 I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Stay safe and hydrated babies, love you!!

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[pandoraslxna]

Ao‘nung x female na‘vi reader x Neteyam

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: explicit smut, threesome (mmf), oral, fingering, double penetration, this is kinda giving poly vibes

⋆｡° ✮ Neteyam and Ao‘nung art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

⋆｡° ✮ Translation: sevin = pretty, paskalin = honey

There was a possibility that this was a bad idea.

It had been in your dreams and fantasies for a while, and now the two of them were finally standing at the end of your bed, doing that thing where they're so close together they're nearly taking up the same space and they're talking, murmuring really. They're relaxed and smiling, and Neteyam tilts his head, angled towards Ao’nung so his mouth was near his ear, secrets whispered between them. 

And then their eyes flick over to you and a sharp grin tugs at their lips. 

You swallow nervously.

They're starting to strip off their clothes, eyes still fixed on you and you clench your thighs before you stop them. 

"This– This is all about me, right?"

Neteyam hums, "of course, sevin." His thumbs are hooked under the strings of his loincloth, ready to tug it down, as you lean back on your elbows and smile at them, cheeks turning into a hue of purple. "Undress each other. I want to watch."

They share a look and Ao‘nung scoffs, but neither of their grins falter for even a second.

Neteyam then pushes Ao‘nungs hands away and begins untying the cord that’s holding his loincloth together. They're both working open the other's coverings, slow and sensual, almost lazily discarding everything to the floor, before they pounce on you as soon as they're naked.

"Let us make you feel good" Neteyams lips brush your ear and the vibrations make the little hairs stand up on the back of your neck. "Just relax, paskalin", Ao’nung whispers and you nod dumbly. 

Ao‘nung gets into position first, laying flat down on his stomach between your thighs while Neteyam settles behind you, holding your legs and opening you up for the other man to get a taste of your already overflowing slick. They guide one of your hands to the top of Ao‘nungs head, fingers brushing through the loose curls and then he grins up at you, "just pull my hair if it’s too much, yeah?"

Again, you nod.

It’s not until you’re trembling and Ao‘nungs face is left drenched that Neteyam allows your legs to close and they give you a minute to breathe. They use the opportunity to sandwich you between them, seated on the metkayina man’s lap while Neteyam helps your body adjust to his size. His fingers are as skilled as the other one’s tongue, and so he coaxes another orgasm from you, with soft praises being murmured into your ear.

They're so cautious, so careful and tender with you that it's easy to forget what lives beneath the surface of those strong warriors until they let loose. You can't even come up with words for what they make you feel, they way they pin you between them, surrounding you.

You don’t know which one of them pushes in first, your vision too hazy and filled with lust to even see clearly for the first few seconds. It’s already a lot to take in, even with as much preparation as the two had let you go through, but it’s all nothing once the other pushes in as well, lined up against each tightly inside you. All three of you take a minute to catch your rapid breathing, the two man nuzzling their faces against yours like palulukan kittens, spreading their scent onto your skin and marking you as theirs.

And the moment they starting thrusting up and into you, coordinating their rhythm so you never go empty for even a second, you start to wonder why you had ever doubted that this was a good idea?

[godidontevenknowwhat]

Track me down

Eetu x Sarentu!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 4 - Predator/Prey)

A/N: I'm so sorry I feel like this sucks ass, I love Eetu like he might genuinely be my favourite rn but I could not get flowing with this

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu

Synopsis: After you help Eetu give his Ikran, Zomey, the heartfelt goodbye she deserved he feels a bond with you that can't be compared to the members of his own clan. He offers you whatever he can including hunting and tracking lessons to help you in your fight with the resistance against the RDA.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI! Eetu being a little shit, teacher/student dynamics as well as predator/prey dynamics, brief dry humping, fingering, squirting, Eetu being kind of condescending but in a sexy way, minor breeding kink mention, minor male masturbation, 2.9k words

You’d been on a constant journey of relearning since being broken out of the RDA facility you were raised in by So’lek and his team from the Resistance. Relearning your instincts, your clan’s history, your home and yourself. 

Becoming close with Aranahe was one of the things that really helped you on this journey, mostly because the Aranahe introduced you to Eetu.

Eetu was complex and exciting, he thrived in the forest in a way that you only wished you could grow to emulate and taught you more in your brief time together than you could have imagined. His energy was infectious, bored by the traditional and seeking action through every action with his Ikran Zomey. You found that to really get along with Eetu, to break through his walls and become, dare you say, friends, you had to find a game to play with him and if you did that and if he liked the way you played.. He would open up.

You suppose that’s why when he was ready to say goodbye to Zomey, the one person he wanted to be there with him was you. To this day you still feel nauseous at the smell of fortune’s fruit, a guilt that you can’t shake making your stomach turn despite the reassurance from Eetu that you had nothing to feel guilty about. 

It was later that day over a shared meal of some spiced hexapede meat hunting and prepared by himself that Eetu had offered his help to improve your hunting and tracking skills, something he’d expressed boredom about previously as a stranger but now as a friend he was eager to propose. You had accepted his help more than eagerly, knowing deep in your heart that you needed his help more than anyone else’s.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as your light steps drifted along the forest floor, Eetu had taught you quickly how to lighten the impact of your feet on the ground to make your approach borderline undetectable on hunts. It wasn’t a particularly hot day on Pandora but the pressure of wanting to succeed and even more to impress Eetu made your skin burn hot. The small, loose hairs that escaped your tied back hair clung to whatever damp skin they touched instantly and made your skin itch with the tickle of constant contact.

As you crouched over the last remaining footprint in the trail Eetu had left you, on purpose to make tracking him easier, you resigned yourself to attempting to pick up his scent in the air. It seemed your Karyu was playing games today, trying to make the hunt more challenging. You quickly caught his scent in the air, he always smelled like a mix of sweat from the physical exertion of hunting and the nectar from swamp hives, something he used in the polish he made for his bows and knives.

Following the scent trail of your Karyu proved easy enough once you caught it but before long you came to a riverbank where the scent began to dissipate. Suspecting Eetu had used the cover of water to hide his scent, you approach the edge and crouch down to search for signs of disruption in the mud. There’s a heavy silence in the air only broken by the flowing river, running your fingers along an odd break in the mud of the river bank you try to look for a matching disturbance across the water when a sudden, sharp tug on your kuru makes a choked gasp escape your throat and the unmistakable feeling of a cool blade pressed against the delicate skin of your neck causes your back to tense with the tension of a well strung bow string. 

“If I were RDA, you would be dead already taronyutsyìp”, the sound of Eetu’s voice immediately put you at ease despite the blade still pressed against your skin but it also caused irritation to prickle along your spine. He had tricked you. You hadn’t heard any sign of his approach until it was too late. That damn show off.

“You played unfairly, Karyu, purposefully making yourself harder to track.. the RDA are not that smart”, Eetu’s deep chuckle sent a shiver down your spine and a flush began to creep up on your cheeks from his remaining grip on your kuru, he was the only one other than yourself to touch that part of your body in a way that wasn’t meant to cause pain and every time it happened you felt shame at the yearning that stewed in your gut. 

You feel the heat from Eetu’s body surrounding your own as he crouches behind you, the muscles of his chest barely brushing against your back when he leans close to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You were doing well, I have to say, I was almost worried” the grip he has on your kuru is dropped and the knife against your throat is sheathed in his knife holder as he continues speaking “Almost, taronyutsyìp, until you turned your back and didn’t pick up me approaching you. Then I knew I had won, once again” the smirk on his face is unbearable and it makes you shake your head in annoyance.

“You cheated”

“Ah, Sarentu, your words wound me” you feel Eetu move away from you, leaving a chill from his lack of warmth. Quickly getting to your feet you watch as he makes his way back into the cover of the trees, his tail swaying with satisfaction that forces your next words out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Let me try again, I want to win this time” 

Eetu’s ears twitch with interest as his feet stop their path ahead instead moving to turn his body towards you once again. His eyes roam your body from head to toe, taking the time to look you over as he thinks about your words before a large grin stretches across his face.

“Eetu, what-”

“10.. 9..”

He approaches you slowly, like a stalking thanator approaching its prey and it makes an unexpected thrill shoot up your spine. Your ears and tail betray you by standing straight up, showing straight away how intrigued you are by this little game and yet your feet remain stuck in place. Eetu’s brown raised, surprised at you standing your ground and he takes a purposefully large step towards you.

“8.. 7..”

You stare him down the closer he gets, a sudden confidence taking over you and a great need to make Eetu look as stupid as he makes you feel half the time.

“6.. 5.. 4.. 3..”

He’s close enough now that he could reach out and grab you if he wanted to, but you know him well enough by now to know that he won’t take the easy way out.

“2.. 1..”

Eetu lunges towards you, intending surely to push you into the river but you avoid him at the last second, crouching close to the ground and snarling at him in a playful take on an aggressive display. His grin widens as he nods to the forest, giving you the time to begin running before he can get to you.

You take off with a sprint, running as fast as your feet can carry you yet you can still hear Eetu close behind you. Your heart pounds in your ears and when you chance a glimpse back to see how much breathing space you have a startled yet amused scream bursts from your lips at the sight of Eetu so close. 

The impact of his body hitting your own makes your head spin almost as much as the sudden tumble you both take down the hill that you were trying to avoid while running away. Eetu quickly pulls you against him, pressing your face against his muscular chest as his thick arms circle you to protect you from as much impact as he can. 

Eetu lands on top of you at the bottom and you’re thankfully cushioned in the plush foliage of the forest as well as the soft muscular coils of his arms. You’re both panting from the exertion and the thrill of the chase, you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this is. 

You look up at Eetu, his hair is ruffled and despite the tumble a grin is still present on his handsome face. His eyes are gentle as they gaze into yours and he can’t hold back the fond thoughts that plague his brain about your beauty.

“You lose again, taronyutsyìp” You roll your eyes as you attempt to sit up, ready to bite back at him once again. This is your usual song and dance, tease, tease and tease some more until one of you ends it and you both return to hometree to eat together by the warmth of the fire. 

You shift underneath Eetu, hindered by the weight of him on top of you as he refuses to move.

“Eetu, get off you skxawng-” A sudden groan startles you and you freeze in place, looking up at Eetu with wide eyes full of concern at the thought of accidentally hurting him. 

Eetu fights a losing battle with himself, his attraction to you combined with the adrenaline of chasing you like he was hunting a nimble arrow deer had his cock harder than it had been since his teenage years and your cute little thighs unknowingly brushing it every time you tried to get more comfortable under him wasn’t helping in the slightest. Etuwa told him that he was a skxawng, that he should just say something to you and express his interest in you the normal way. But the adolescent rebelliousness still lingered in his brain and he knew that wouldn’t satisfy him, so he settled for teasing, being stupid with you and hiding his feelings behind condescension and sarcasm.

Your ears pin back in concern, hands reaching for his face to smooth back his hair as your eyes flick over every inch of him you can see in this position. A concerned whine rips from your throat before you can stop it and the desperation in the sound is enough to break Eetu’s strength entirely. May Eywa strike him down during the next thunderstorm for his selfishness.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Eetu kisses you with all the force he has, hands cradling your body so delicately that he could swear they weren’t even his own, unable to remember the last time his hands were used so gently. He waits for a bite, scratch, kick.. something that expresses your disgust at his actions but instead he feels your hands in his hair, encouraging him closer until his chest is pressed against yours and his arms are flexing with the effort of keeping his full weight off of you.

You have no time to worry about your kissing talents, your only experience with kissing being with Nor when you were still in your early teens. Eetu grips you like you’re the only thing keeping him present on the planet and you grip him just as tenderly. Every teasing moment, every grip and hit and stupid comment has been leading you both directly here. Eywa was clearly playing a game with you both, pulling your strings while you pulled each other’s.

Eetu pulls back as little as he can to allow you both breathing space and his head falls to your neck, the ache of his hard cock getting more painful the longer it’s forced to be confined in his tewng. His hot breath warms the skin of your neck and for a brief moment you feel the sting of tears filling your eyes, overwhelmed by how incredibly intimate this all feels. 

You feel his breathing match your own as you bask in each other’s presence and you think twice before breaking the silence.

“Thank you.. for making me feel like a normal na’vi”

“You’re welcome.. but you aren’t a normal na’vi”

An offended gasp escapes you and your hand comes down with a dull smack against the back of his head. His snickers fill the air as he pulls back to meet your eyes.

“You are not a normal na’vi” His eyes search your own, full of something you try hard to convince yourself isn’t love for fear that would make you delusional. “A normal na’vi would not make me feel like this.. make my heart pump with all the vigor of hunting a wild thanator, make my brain so clouded that all I can do is act like a skxawng..” A shaky breath rattles through your chest as Eetu drops his hips into your own, the unmistakable outline of his covered cock settling against your covered cunt, embarrassingly damp from his kiss. 

“I would never desire a normal na’vi the way I desire you” 

Your ears ring at his admission and you gape up at him like a fish out of water desperately trying to find the words to express your feelings and match the intensity of his own confession but all your brain can seem to muster is a shaky gasp of his name and a roll of your hips to meet his own.

Eetu groans at the pressure your movement causes, rolling his hips in return to be rewarded with a moan of your own. He rises onto his knees, pulling you with him to settle in his lap as he holds you. He feels the warmth of your cunt through both of your coverings, slick beginning to seep through and wet his thick cock where it sits inside his tewng. 

You feel Eetu’s fingers pressing into the skin of your hips and your own scramble for somewhere to hold as he begins forcing your hips to move against his own. Settling your hands on his shoulders, your sharp little nails dig into his hot skin leaving marks that you have no time to worry about at the current time. The feeling of his hard cock catching your swollen clit forces a sob of pleasure and frustration to rip from your throat, desperate to feel his burning skin against your own.

Eetu, sensing your frustration, quickly works to remove your tewng. Laying you back on the ground once again as soon as you're uncovered from the waist down. He double checks your comfort, looking you up and down as you lay back in the grass and he’s disappointed that this encounter won’t last as long as he’d like purely because of the location. He would love to play with the plump set of tits you hide behind carefully crafted chest coverings and he yearns to spend from sunrise to sunset with his tongue buried as deep as it can reach inside your flushed, dripping cunt.

Your swollen clit peeks out from between your pussy lips, your entire cunt covered in a shining film of your slick that continues to flow under Eetu’s wandering eyes. His rough hands grip onto your thighs, forcing your legs wider and squeezing the fat of them tighter when he hears the sweet little sound of your wet pussy slickly spreading for him. 

He keeps your left thigh in his grip as he brings his right to your pussy, two fingers tracing your entrance and collecting your slick to help ease them inside of you, immediately curling to press against the swell of your g-spot and his thumb rubs delicate circles into your clit. 

The pleasure is overwhelming, almost causing your legs to snap shut if it wasn’t for Eetu’s grip keeping them spread. His fingers hammer into your g-spot causing you to see stars, this was a feeling you had never been able to give yourself and you’re sure you could never replicate. 

Soon Eetu’s third finger slips in amongst his others without much resistance at all, you’d never been so soaked in your life and the squelching noises coming from your cunt was so obscene that it caused your face to burn from the noise of it. 

With a particularly rough rub of Eetu’s thumb against your clit you feel your mind go completely blank, your legs trembling as your hand slapped against your mouth to try and contain the high scream coming from you. Clear liquid sprays from your clenching cunt as you cum around Eetu’s fingers, wetting the length of his straining forearm with obscenely loud splashes. The string of moans each hit against your g-spot forced out was totally uncontrollable, his fingers seemingly moving lightning fast to keep you cumming until there was nothing left to force from your pussy.

Dragging his fingers from your pulsing walls he brings them straight to his mouth and sucks your wetness off with a feral groan. Cock twitching from neglect and interest at how incredible it would feel to have that same pulsing of your walls against him, he presses his hand against his covered cock to try and give himself some relief. The thought of emptying his heavy, full balls into your sweet cunt combined with the taste of your slick on his tongue is enough to make his eyes roll back in his head as his hand dips under his waistband and begins jerking himself to completion.

“Eetu..” His head snaps down and his eyes meet yours, his spit slick digits slipping from his mouth as he groans your name and his large rough hand strokes his hard cock as well as it can behind the constriction of his tewng. You’re stuck in place at the debauched sight, cunt still twitching with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“Want you inside me Eetu, please..”

[haunting-venus]

line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts. 

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

 You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can  

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you. 

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with 

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.” 

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.” 

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm 

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him. 

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

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Forbidden fruits

Pairings: Agedup!Neteyam x FemHuman Reader

Summary: Settling into a new family dynamic was awful especially when the older sibling was your long-time crush.

Warnings: MDNI, stepcest, oral (fem receiving), p in v, sneaking around, praising, dirty talk

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Your eyes watched his every move intently, each ripple of his muscle as he trained with the others. Of all the people why him? Why must your mom be mates to his father?

You let out sigh as you finally dragged your eyes away from his strong, slightly sweaty figure. Your thoughts running rampant as you imagine his body on your, you couldn’t, wouldn’t, shaking the thoughts from your head you focused on anything else but the beautiful male training not far from where you were gathering.

Deciding to give up you made your way deeper into the forest, you let your mind wonder. How cruel fate had to be to make the man of your fantasies your stepbrother?

You sat alone away from the bustling village life as your mind continued to race with crazy thoughts of being bent over and fucked mercilessly by him.

A small moan slipped past your lips as you pressed your thighs together at the thought, you pussy fluttered at the thought of being filled in ways you never imagined. Your body was so needy for him, but you shouldn’t be, however that didn’t stop your hand from slipped down into your loincloth. Couldn’t stop the way you teased at your clit before slipping two of your slender fingers inside your awaiting cunt.

You were so lost in the pleasure you provided do your own perverse thoughts you weren’t aware that you were being watched, the person stayed hidden as you fucked into yourself.

Your soft moans dancing off the waters ears like music calling to him, how he wished he could touch you. Fuck he’d give anything to her his hands on you, instead he watched the way your face contorted into pleasure as you came mumbling an all too familiar name.

When you focus on your surroundings, your mind free of the haze. The pleasure that clouded it you sighed, it wasn't too late, almost to eclipse yet you needed to get home. how could you face him after moaning out his name?

Taking a quick clean off in the lake near you, you took a moment to clear your mind as you cleaned your body. Once you felt you were clean enough you made yourself to the family hut. It was quiet as everyone had settled down for the night, so as quietly as possible you settled yourself into the room you had claimed as your own, closing the privacy curtain.

Your mind relaxed and soon your body followed, the quiet sounds of the night helped to lull you to sleep, nearly until you heard the sound of steps. Very light steps before your flap made a small “swoosh” before it closed again. You couldn’t focus enough still on the edge of dozing off, your sleepy thoughts soon faded as you felt a hand wrap around your mouth as the body pressed up against yours.

“Don’t make a sound.” whispered an all too familiar voice, your body shuddered at the feeling of him so close. His hips slowly rocked into yours, his purpose making you feel the undeniable bulge of his cock straining against his loincloth. You let out a small, muffled whine as your body subconsciously pressed against him, the curve of your ass pressed nicely against him.

“Fuck, you thought you were so slick.” His words had your ears twitching, had he seen you at the lake? Did he hear you moaning his name as you came? The thought has your body warming up in embarrassment, but you weren’t in any position to protest. His hand slipped down the front of your loincloth, fingers teasing at your slick cunt. He gently brushed over your clit before dipping his fingers into your entrance. A low groan slipped past his lips at the way your pussy instantly tightened around his digits.

After a moment of stretching and fucking you with his fingers he pulled them out, a small whine slipped past your lips. The action had his hand leaving your mouth and wrapping around your neck.

The action had your eyes widening and push fluttering around nothing, truthfully you couldn’t even believe this was happening. It shouldn’t be happening, yet it was, the feeling of his now free cock sandwiched between your thighs. The feeling of your soft skin had him grumbling into the side of your neck gently.

He rocked his hips slowly, thrusting his throbbing cock between the softness of your thighs, his soft groans filling your ears as you held back your loud moans. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this needy pussy. Make it mine.” He thrusted a few more times, letting his length rub against your clit slowly before pressing the tip of his length against your entrance.

As agonizingly slow as he could he pushed into you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. You choked back a soft cry as you felt him filling you up. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, everyone but me.”

The thought alone has your soft gummy walls tightening around his entire cock, he grunted as he began moving in and out of you slowly. He had been craving this for as long as he could remember, you weren’t the only one craving something you weren’t supposed to have. The taste of the forbidden fruit, there was no going back now, definitely no going back with the way he fucked into you.

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Romancing Pandora 6

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Shoutout to the anon that said they read First Heat and wanted a version for Lo’ak. It was interesting writing this with a new dynamic so I hope you enjoy! All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Heat Cycle, Creampie

Your day was off to a normal enough start. You wake up and go eat and get to your daily chores. The only thing that was off was this slowly growing pain in your stomach. Was it your stomach? Maybe a little lower? It was distracting to say the least. Nevertheless, you don’t let it stop you from going about your business. It was odd though, you could notice things that you’d never noticed before. Smell new scents in the air that had never been there before.

“Hey, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Lo’ak says walking up to you, but for some reason, he stops just short of where you stood. His face looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Hey Lo. Sorry, today’s been extra weird for some reason.” You say stepping closer to him, but when you do, he takes a step back.

Hurt and confusion flash across your face. Was he avoiding you?

“Lo? What’s wrong?”

Lo’ak says nothing, but he starts to look around suspiciously. You try to follow where he’s looking, but you can’t see anything out of the ordinary. Without another word, Lo’ak grabs you by the wrist and leads you into the forest, away from the rest of the people.

“Lo’ak, where are we going?”

Still, he says nothing. He’s being so weird. But what’s even weirder is this sweet smell coming from him. He’s never smelled like that before, has he? The walk into the forest must be going deeper than you thought because you’re starting to sweat. That can’t be right, though.

Soon enough, Lo’ak drops your wrist.

“You wanna explain what the hell that was about?” you demand.

“Um, hello? Are you blind? All those guys were eyeing you like a fresh piece of yerik that they were about to jump on. I had to get you out of there.” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

Were the guys looking at you? You couldn’t remember now. It’s not like they ever payed much attention to you before.

“And what are you doing just walking around during your heat? You should be at home before your pheromones alert every male in a 10-mile radius!”

“My heat? Is that what this is?” you ask somewhat meekly.

Lo’ak looks like his eyes might bulge out of his head. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Look, Lo, you know it’s only been me and my dad and he…doesn’t really talk about stuff with me. I don’t know about this kinda thing.” And suddenly the ache in your core hits you with a new intensity. It’s much stronger than before and you have to hunch over and take a few deep breaths to get through it. It wasn’t this bad before, but with this sickeningly sweet smell wafting up your nose, it’s as if it’s egging on the pain.

“How have you made it this far in life without knowing something so basic?”

“Alright then, if you’re such an expert, then tell me how to stop this pain because it’s really getting to be too much to handle.”

Lo’ak looks around as if he doesn’t want to say it which is trying on your already frayed nerves.

“Out with it!” you tell him.

“Well, you’re supposed to…ya know…mate to deal with it.” he half mumbles the end like he’s embarrassed.

You let out a sigh of frustration. Now, your body is punishing you for not choosing a mate yet? You figure that you’re royally screwed. That is, until an idea pops in your head.

Lo’ak is still pretending to look anywhere and everywhere else to avoid eye contact with you. The smell of him is starting to make your mouth water.

You take a step over to him and lightly hook your finger in the waistband of his tewng.

“Lo’ak…help me…”

You can see the internal struggle on his face as the realization sets in of what you’re asking of him.

“I-I don’t know. I m-mean I don’t think I…I shouldn’t—“ he stammers.

“Lo’ak! Please. Just shut up and help me”

Your voice is firm and it makes his ears lower themselves against his head. His expression still holds that hesitation, so you take the initiative to press up on your toes and kiss him first. He’s taken aback at first, but he soon relaxes into it and his hands come up to hold your face. Your tail wraps around his leg hoping to pull his body closer to yours.

Any and all hesitation melts away from Lo’ak when he pulls himself away from your lips and kisses down your neck while gripping at your breast.

It feels like knot after knot is slowly being worked out of your body with every touch and kiss.

He guides you both down to the ground and hovers over your body still trailing kisses down your neck to your chest and your stomach.

The hunger in your core grows with each passing moment, needing desperately to be satiated.

“Please…need you inside…” your voice is breathless and your mind feels fuzzy, but you’re present enough to know that you’ll lose your grip without being filled.

Lo’ak quickly undoes his tewng with one hand and uses the other to slide your own to the side giving him a perfect view of your impossibly wet pussy.

“Fuck…”

It’s just above a whisper but you can still hear him. He lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. Your back arches off the ground further with every inch that stretches you.

A moan falls from your lips that perks Lo’ak’s ears up. He lifts your knees to your chest and immediately starts thrusting into you harshly. It feels like he’s reaching into your stomach with every push into you. Every punch to your cervix forces another moan from you.

“Ah! Haah! Lo’ak!”

His eyes are trained on your face that’s scrunched up in ecstasy. His mouth falls open and his thrusts get faster. Every stroke perfectly drags the tip of his cock against the spongy part of your walls. It has your thighs trembling in his hold and your toes curling.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum already”

Your eyes roll as your release washes over you. The burning feeling that was overwhelming you fizzles out and subsides for now. Lo’ak fucks you slowly through your orgasm letting you ride out your high on his dick.

When you finally come down, your body relaxes and Lo’ak releases your legs. Your eyes close as you start to try and catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Lo’ak’s hands grab you by the hips and flip your body onto your stomach and hikes your hips up so he can slam back into you. You’re given no time to think or react. And with your body and mind being lost deep in the fog of your heat, all you can do is take it. Your body naturally wants to submit to him and let him have his way with you. You have no real ability or desire to fight that instinct in this moment.

“Fuu-u-u-ck Lo-ak!” Your words are broken with every thrust.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum”

It’s completely subconscious the way your tail coils around his torso keeping him close to you so he can’t pull out. But for Lo’ak, that one gesture is enough to tumble him over that edge and spill inside of you. He cums with a loud groan and mumbles of ‘take it all’.

There’s a new warmth spreading through your body and instead of being suffocating like earlier, it’s a welcome comfort. It brings relief and satisfaction with it.

You both fall to the ground exhausted taking heaving breaths. Before you can fully compose yourself, a dull ache starts to linger in your lower belly again. Confused, you curl up on your side facing Lo’ak.

“It’s starting to hurt again. I thought you said that would fix it.”

He lets out a long sigh, “Your heat lasts for a few days. One time is only going to hold you for a little while.”

“Oh, Great Mother.”

Lo’ak looks you up and down, letting his next statement settle on his tongue.

“It’s fine. I’ll help you so just use me.”

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[neteyamssyulang]

Rut cycle

Day 6

Continued from Day 1

Pairing: Lo’ak aged up x Fem omaticaya reader

Warnings: Dom Lo’ak, Sub reader, Neteyam Cheating/not caring reader is mated, P in V, slightly possesive Lo’ak, Angry Lo’ak, Scenting.

Word count: 765

Translation(s): Kelku -> Omaticaya home

A/N: Since y’all wanted a part 2, here it is😭 I’m sorry if it’s not that good

How could this have happened? As soon as you woke up you winced from the slight pain coming from between your legs. Lo’ak and you hadn’t slept together for awhile so he couldn’t have been him, could it?

As you were getting dressed, putting on your new loincloth and top that was decorated in beads and small flowers, the flaps of your kelku burst open with an angry looking Lo’ak walking towards you.

Your hairless brows furrowed “Lo-” “Save it!” He shouted, pushing you till you back was against the nearest wall “Why are you acting like this? I didn’t do anything!” You hissed.

Lo’ak chuckled but it didn’t sound like a good one, no- it sounded dark, his eyes gazed into yours, a hungry look in them as his tail swayed behind him.

“Do you think i’m stupid mamas? I saw him sneaking out of your kelku last night, you even still reek of him” he spat. Lo’ak was no fool, he saw his brother sneak out of your kelku as he was heading over, wanting to be near you since he couldn’t sleep.

Of course, when Lo’ak brought it up to Neteyam he completely denied it, stating he was at his girlfriends kelku sleeping. That just made Lo’ak furious, his own brother lying to him. So naturally he came to you next.

You shook your head “No Lo’ak, I swear I don’t know what happened. I was sleeping and if he did come in I didn’t hear him.” Lo’ak scoffed “Liar! First my own brother lies to me and now my mate.”

“Lo’ak I-” “Save it y/n” he huffed, releasing his hold on you and backing away before exiting the kelku. You were so confused but if Neteyam was here it would explain why you woke up with slight pain, sighing you walked out the kelku determined to find Neteyam and get some answers.

After about maybe 20 ish minutes you find him alone, laying underneath a tree sleeping. Quietly you made your way over, then once close enough you kicked him in his side.

Neteyam woke up yelping “Eywa y/n! What the fuck was that for?!” He seethed standing up, his left hand moving to rub his side.

“Oh I don’t know, lemme see” you stepped closer, stepping on his foot “Why don’t you explain to me why Lo’ak said he saw you sneak out of my kelku last night.”

He raised a hairless brow before shrugging “I simply took what was supposed to be mine that’s all.” Before you and Lo’ak mated, you were originally supposed to mate with Neteyam. Unfortunately you didn’t like him like that, his brother was the one who caught your eye.

So with you mated with Lo’ak, Neteyam was forced to mate with another. He never loved her though, sure he acted like he did but you were the only one he wanted. He didn’t give a fuck if you were his brothers mate.

“Neteyam I’ve told you many times, I do not like nor love you!” You hissed in frustration, why does he always have to ruin shit.

He smirked “How many times do I have to tell you that I do not care. I will take what is mine whenever I want to” slowly he reached out, placing his right hand on your cheek while the other went to the small of your back.

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you, “Stay away from me Neteyam, stop trying to ruin what I have with Lo’ak”

Neteyam held his hands up in surrender “No promises princess.”

The walk back to your kelku was short, but as soon as you walked inside, you were thrown onto the cot, clothes torn off, mouth gagged with Lo’aks fingers as he roughly thrusted into you.

His eyes were hooded, pupils were blown wide. You could also tell his scent had changed, it was more sweet and alluring. It was his rut-

Lo’ak groaned above you, loving how tight you felt around him. Your muffled moans and cries filled his ears, encouraging him to go harder.

You choked around his fingers as your fingers clawed at his sides, your tail coiling around his thigh. He hissed leaning down, still smelling his brother on you.

He nuzzled his face against your cheek and into the crook of your neck, trying to place his scent on you once more. “Your mine y/n, not that bastards, mine! Understand?” He growled out.

Too fucked out to answer, you simply nodded your head. Pleased, Lo’ak smiled “There’s my good girl.”