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tsireyasluvr · 9 days

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this is everything babyboy lo deserves and more ☹️such a sweet little moment i’m in aweeee this had me squealing

🔹— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. | 𝐥. 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo’ak ✘ fem!human!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Lo’ak Sully never once failed to make you feel loved, adored, cherished, seen beyond belief, just as you’ve never failed him. A realization in which Lo’ak utters three simple words that yet held more than one significance.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : FLUFF, so much damn fluff, comfort, lo’ak and reader are between 17–20! touchy!lo’ak, touchy!reader, slightly shy!reader?, lovesick!lo’ak, lovesick!reader, descriptive love confessions, the mildest of heartache and angst if you’re a SAP for love confessions and shii…FLUFFY LO’AK!!( something short and sweet<333 )

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𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

“Is my pretty girl comfortable?”

The heart within your chest blossomed a wellspring of sentiments at his spoken words, searing into your mind. The tonality of his voice was gentle, barely above an exhale or whisper, yet the mirth of his expression was apparent to hear. And hearing it all combined was a sensory delight, a symphony of euphonious that you raveled in, savoring every golden note uttered in even a single breath of his.

Your lower lip, flushed was the supple skin, lolled between you teeth, blood flaring beneath your cheeks as an automatic response to his tone.

An aerated chuckle spewed from his lips, ears perching high up at what he would describe as a symphony : the very melody your little heart tuned just for him.

His fingers tenderly curled over the back of your head, practically enveloping it whole with their length and included with the extent of his palm, pressing you just a bit more closer into the warm crevice of his neck. His ear flitted at the sound of you inhaling deeply, hot breath soon brushing along his skin.

Lo’ak smelled nice, comfy. Truth be told, he always did, and he needn’t do much besides bathe in the warm waters, while the rest of his self constantly wavered in the Forest’s aroma, the sun’s warmth. Sweet, strong, yet not overwhelmingly so. Just enough. It was more so his being’s essence that mingled with Pandora’s forest that made Lo’ak…well, Lo’ak.

Lo’ak felt the hum of confirmation reverberate from you, the corner of his mouth softly lifting. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, the tip of your nose stroking right below a beaded necklace of his and lining connected to his breathing mask, touch soon going to the line of his bare collarbone. “You’re very warm, y’know? Warmer than all these blankets…”

A laugh, more so a boyish giggle, was huffed out from him, the adapted ends of his digits brushing the delicate skin behind your ear, the other gliding beneath the sheets’ layers in order to wrap around your hip and rub soothing circles there. “Ya really think so?”

Your head rose from his shoulder and tilted up, dazed gaze colliding with the vibrant golds of his. You smiled in that endearing manner always done when in his presence, eyes cataloging and retaining each feature of his – including the ones he believed to be shameful and for you to believe them astonishing – tracing the cobalt stripes and enumerating every flicker of orb-like freckles decorating his skin.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, baby?” His neck slightly bowed down, forehead converging against yours.

“That doesn’t seem fair…you’re just so pretty, Lo. So pretty and perfect.”

The most typical thing for Lo’ak to do or say was always either a teasing quip or act, yet for some reason, odd and unknown, he only closed his eyes and groaned softly as his head tilted back. The act may have come off as surprising to you.

“Damn…” The single word being breathed into the quietness of the room emitted a shiver from you.

The palm once cradling your head found its place to your jaw, fingers carefully holding you in place in order for his eyes to skim over your face, marveling at the simplicity of your existence beneath the faint light your tiny bedroom had to offer. Your eyes were the most beautiful shape and extraordinary hue he’d ever seen in his life. Lo’ak had heard you direct a phrase to him that a certain Sky person created ( Shake peare? Or what it Speare Shake? – he didn’t seem to care to remember ); Eyes are the window to your soul. He never truly understood its thorough definition until now. To see eyes in a sense that represented the essence of your life and what you seeked. To see eyes gather every moment, every sentiment and thought in the past that solely made you you in this present moment. And what he saw made the pure anticipation he felt inevitable, visible in the hazy rotations of his tail and the sudden flicks of his ears that made you smile dubiously. The anticipation to see and live a future with you by his side and gather every little piece of you as you’ve gathered his, no matter how different those pieces others sought to be.

One thing that was awfully certain ; Lo’ak Sully was the biggest hopeless romantic for you – just as much as you were for him – and this led him to bring both his palms around your neck, thumbs’ pads very lightly dabbing your lower lip, soon letting them feather across the subtle shape of your jawline.

The slight movements made from the muscles there made his cheek lift, thumb stroking over the curve connecting your earlobe and jaw. “You’re so pretty and perfect…”

Your breath momentarily escaped your lungs before briefly glancing down. “Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s not nice to stare, Sully?”

He remained silent, his drooped gaze never tearing from your mouth, a single thumb finding its place back over your lower lip. Calloused, slightly rough against the supple plumpness of it. The blood beneath tingled, gloriously hot at the attention. It was either that all little oxygen in your room had been drawn out or all ability of respiration had swiveled out of your lungs.

He recognized it, the reaction he was reason of, and while he quickly brought the irritating breathing mask up to his face and took a large inhale, he accepted then and there that if anything he perhaps thought it was a fair share : him being cause to your breathless state, him not having the simple ability to completely breathe even if the circumstances were a bit… different. It was worth it all, to be sincere. It rippled joy through the Sully son, knowing he and only he could ever witness you like this, feel such sensation from those soft lips of yours, no matter the difference. The reality of it all overwhelmed the poor boy, causing him to exhale deeply, leaning in until his mouth tickled the corner of yours.

His breathy whisper was desperate as he moved closer, “Fuck that shit.”

The horizon of his nose nuzzled to the tip of your little one for a while before he finally craned forward. Soon afterwards, just within a second, Lo’ak was kissing you: delicately, sweetly. Despite him being rash at times, that was not always the case with you. He learned to control, learned to be gentle, yet at times Lo’ak tended to underestimate and sometimes forget his abnormal strength and capabilities when overwhelmed, always so desperate and touch starved when being consumed by the entanglement of your love, your presence, your air, your grasp of lips and hands.

Who could blame him though? He’d declare between breaths, or he’d say something between the lines of “you deserve to be kissed so good, y/n…to be cared for so good by me. Only ever me, yeah, sevin?”

He was surprisingly very skillful at this: kissing. You’ve been told he’s never been in a relationship before you due to the events in his life, and while you too had this in common with him, it seemed he was a million light years ahead of you. Though at certain times his movements did come off as uncoordinated, he was quick to pick up on it, constantly adapting rather quickly.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was the final task he would ever do in Pandora, and Great Mother, did he do it so well.

Perhaps pretty people just kissed that well — but Lo’ak was far greater than the word pretty — no words could ever truly do him justice.

A small whine was tugged from your throat when he retracted in order to breathe. He chuckled into the respirator before tossing it over his shoulder and returned his tender hold on your face, keeping you in place just for him to savor the adorable pout pushing your lips down, to bathe in the pools your pretty eyes gifted him.

“Always so needy for me, hmm? Ya just can’t get enough of me.”

He grinned widely at your chortle, watching the way your eyes rolled at his smug remark. “You’re the one who’s always needy for me. You’re also the one who can’t get enough of me.”

His dark brows hitched, an ‘oh really huh?’ challenging his expression.

“Just a friendly reminder, you kissed me first. I was just admiring my pretty handsome boyfriend. You were also staring at me like some lovesick skxawng who’d die any second if you didn’t touch me–”

His kiss cut you off, a soft ‘shut up’ being murmured against your lips. You conceded into his touch, unable to contradict him. Your hands rose to his cheeks in order to hold him much closer to you, letting your fingertips press against the striped skin there. The necessity to breathe became a meaningless thought that fled from your mind. All you could find yourself being able to think was how good kissing him felt. How you could sit there — entangled in his ludicrously long limbs, trying to get rid of any ounce of space between you both — for the whole of your existence kissing Lo’ak Sully, for the way he felt around, near, against you was always so ruining.

Lo’ak ruined the act of kissing for you — not that you would ever wish to kiss someone else anyways, and perhaps that was the reason why he ruined it. Because he more than you knew they’d never be as attentive and loving with their touches, they would never kiss you in the way you deserved to be kissed. He never once failed to make you feel loved, cherished, seen beyond belief.

“I want you to know what it’s like to be seen. I don’t want you to ever feel what I once felt — unknown. Unseen.” Is what his innards: his heart and mind uttered as he kissed you with raw meaning.

Lo’ak kissed you as if it was his purpose, as if it was the sole thing he was created for, to kiss you, to perfect the imperfect shape of his lips against yours. He held you in his arms as if you would disappear from his life if he didn’t grasp you a bit tighter, any closer than his limits ever allowed him to. Lo’ak, he never truly knew the raw, open definition of love until you came along, and gosh when he learned, he discovered he loved you profoundly, persistently. He loved you as if creation itself would somehow collapse if he did not see you, kiss you, hold you, love you like it would be the final time.

Slim fingers grazed beneath the fabric of your shirt, coming in contact with warm skin and their way home on the small of your back. You smiled into the kiss, your joined breaths becoming the single thing you needed until you were gasping for air. Your eyes fell to the brisk rise and fall of his chest while he quickly brought the mask to his face with a small grin, but the knowledge of this being somewhat your doing did something to you.

You knew he could hear the rhythm of your heartbeat: clamorous and wavering yet certain and alive for him. You wondered if his heart beated for you in the same sense yours did. Did his heart prance a beat every time you came into his view, even for the slightest bit? Did the tame and steadiness of its beating soar tenfold?

Gazing up at him — a pure curiosity swirling your hues that made him tilt his head in wonder — your palm fell over the bareness of his chest, and there it was.

Swift and ferocious and completely out of Lo’ak’s control. It swarmed you with excitement, knowing that even with the change of age and edge of maturity he’d gained, this pulsating heart of his became much wilder and unpredictable, and some might say that was the nature of a creature.

But the Na’vi weren’t just some creatures with said natura prey and predatory tendencies. They shared what humans had in common — they were a being that thought, felt, spoke, bled, and breathed. But most importantly, they were imperfect and flawed. Lo’ak once thought himself the product of imperfect and flawed, but never saw the greatness of it. Not until you saw him for who he openly was, and taught him to accept his indifferences, including the differences and similarities between you two.

You wondered if his heart reacted the way it was because of those prenatural differences of his, or if it was because of you.

As if hearing your inquiry, his smile grew, all five of his fingers curling around your wrist, pushing your palm deeper against his chest.

“It’s you.”

Every vigorous and melodic beat declared testimonies of his affections for only you. He yearned for those testimonies to be seen, studied, embraced, and returned by you. Just you. Always you.

His heartbeats were not the only part of him speaking, if not that unconcealed hopelessly in love gaze he gave you.

You peered at his hands, the way his pinky slightly entwined with your smaller one, then peered down at your lap. A tiny smile fiddling with the corners of your lips at the boy’s long legs being tangled in your blankets as well.

“I think you’ve got a staring problem…”

Then, an unvoiced — but very well known — confession was uttered. 3 words in the English language, each individually without much significance and even put together, it did not have a greater meaning until living among the People in Pandora; three words that when threaded together they turn into the most purposeful phrases to ever leave one’s mouth. 3 words even in the Na’vi language, voices in times of authority, respect, recognition, understanding. You’ve heard the term being said by them, yet something about Lo’ak saying them directly towards you carried an entirely different meaning for you felt it the second he spoke it into existence.

Oel ngati kameie.

I see you.

An expression that while it had great power, it too had a vulnerability, a glimpse of one acknowledging and seeing who you were within. As equal or more strength than the words, ‘I love you.’ Though the way Lo’ak said it so confidently to you, a human with so much conviction brought no ounce of doubt in your mind when they met your ears. There was no hesitation, no need for reassurance because if you knew one thing about Lo’ak now, was that he was certain of what he knew, of what he felt, of what he said. The words left him as if second nature, and you’d be sure he would shout it to all of Pandora if he had the chance to. And perhaps he would.

It was a well known certitude : Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan sees and loves you wholly.

Your lips fell ajar, eyes a bit broadened. Your heartbeat intensified, and if felt like it would have detonated out of your chest right then and there, splay all over him with every ounce of your emotions, envelop him with your entire soul and being that longed to be by his side until you drew your last breath. You then realized you’d been awfully quiet, remembering that despite his confidence and cockiness, Lo’ak happened to be as much of an overthinker as you were.

Your eyes darted between his, searching only for the answer to be evident: a wondrous amount of certain love within their golden shades.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, fingers playing with the little growing curls sprouting from the upper nape of his neck as you asked him, “You see me?”

“I see you. I love you.” His head bobbed absentmindedly, the closeness of your forehead causing the single braid on his temple to sway not only across his brows but yours as well.

You giggled softly through the warmth blossomed in your chest at his added words, touch dancing across his skin. You stared at Lo’ak for a moment, seeing him.

Your voice found itself, and that foreign phrase you’ve wanted to reveal to him finally transpired. Liberating it felt to say it, genuine, strong, familiar as if you were meant to say it to him. It felt, was, and is as real as you and him. As real as anything that ever came to be and will be after you.

There it was. The chirp of his cute ears, the swivel of his tail, and that lively, precious smile revealed itself to you. The brightness of it illuminated the feelings in his ember orbs, velvet blue skin beaming with the very light of himself. Just as you returned his expression, his body shifted and so did yours when he decided to lift you in his arms and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him when his head gently fell over your shoulder.

The twines of his hair brushed across your neck as he tried nestling himself deeper into your warmth, showcasing a sense of vulnerability while whispering the words all over again just for you, and maybe to himself as well, to hear, to remember this moment.

“It’s kinda late, Lo… shouldn’t you be going home?” But your arms snugly wrapped around his neck while your hands held his head close to you.

“I can spend the night here with you, baby...”

“But what about you breathing—”

“I’ve got a mask, and I’ve got you. That’s enough for me to stay with you…please?”

You smiled softly at him while patting his head and sighing. “Fine…c’mon, you big baby boy.”

You laid down, and while Lo’ak was far larger than you, he made it work in laying carefully with you, trapping you in his embrace beneath the covers to which he didn’t seem to mind having on him — they were quite comfortable, and it didn’t fully cover his body unless he curled himself a bit. But he nor you did not complain, of course, because it was worth being in each other’s arms.

His braided head tucked beneath your chin, the point of his ear flickering lightly against your cheek. His nose twitched over the column of your throat inhaling your fragrance that was full of his own. He let himself slide a bit down in order for his head to lay over your chest, his soul entangling within your heart’s beat as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You loved him like this. He was free to hold, free from worries and grief, free from the forceful weight of filling the place of his brother and being the son of Toruk Makto on his shoulders. It was easy to forget that he was just a young soul wrapped in the chaos Pandora found itself in so very often due to the Sky People.

And he considered herself fortunate to have found solace within you. The unique, slow, and sweet rhythm your heart faintly sang against your rising chest, each jitter and pulse absorbed by his enhanced senses.

A frustration he cannot yet fandom is the fact that his own heartbeat is more rapid, stronger than yours, so strong you felt it travel through your body at this very moment. It irritated him a bit at how he couldn’t control it to match his girl’s tune. So instead, to not depend entirely on that mask he now and then reached for, his breathing tried and achieved synchronizing with yours; deep, unwavering, sound and steady...a favorite lull of his.

You wondered when was the last time he had fallen asleep this fast, gone long without the mask — either way, you’d wake him when the time came. You caught a glimpse of who Lo’ak once was as he rests against you; pure, outgoing, care-free, hardheaded and insecure. You’re reminded however, Lo’ak was still all those things. Because of you. You were the remains for every ounce of care-free and bright soul he had up to this day.

One declaration was well-known and certain in you as you were lulled to sleep by both your synced breathing and thriving heartbeats: Lo’ak sees you in a way no other would and in the same profound way you see him.

#avatar #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak fic recs #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #lo’ak

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tsireyasluvr · 9 days

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the sully brothers ; sun and moon

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tsireyasluvr · 9 days

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RIPJake: you would’ve loved Cabelas, crocs, Fox News, 7 eleven slushies, super size me’s, share my location, and “I love my wife” t-shirts

RIP Neytiri: you would’ve loved açaí bowls, soulcycle, Vogue beauty videos, real housewives of Beverly Hills, being first in the school pick up line, and an extra dirty martini

RIP Neteyam: you would’ve loved Tame Impala, conspiracy theory TikTok, wearing socks with clog mules, gauges, crocheting, cold brews, and crossword puzzles

RIP Kiri: you would’ve loved patchouli oil, crystals, stick poke tattoos, boycotting big corporations, a septum ring, tumblr, and Mitski

RIP Lo’ak: you would’ve loved mango juul pods, hot Cheetos, Air Jordan’s, black nail polish, hoodies, and club basketball

RIP Tuk: you would’ve loved trolling people on club penguin, ding dong ditch, hubba bubba, eating polly pockets, Dip n Dots, and winx club

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tsireyasluvr · 10 days

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STOP IT THIS IS SO CUTE i can’t wait to read the full thing!!! <3333

would anyone like to read a cut excerpt from the lo'ak x reader fic i'm currently working on?? i had to take it out cuz it wasn't working with the setup or tone i had planned like, this was turning out comedic and not angsty

"Oh, for the love of Eywa!" you cry, bursting into tears. This man, your muntxatan, is so, so hopelessly stupid and so stupidly sweet. He makes you want to tear out your own hair until you're bald.

You also want to bury your face in your hands but you can't because they're slimy and sticky with fruit juices. You're forced to rub your eyes with the back of your hand while Lo'ak scrambles to figure out what he did wrong.

The way your name flows out of his mouth sounds like it's him who's in pain, not you. "Please tell me why you're crying," Lo'ak begs, scooting closer to you. "What do I do? Huh? Tell me, what do I do?" His hand is warm upon your back and somewhat comforting but the tears and sobs do not stop pouring from your eyes and mouth.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Lo'ak lists off every thing he can think of that might be upsetting you. "The baby? Is it being a menace again?"

The laugh that bubbles out of you comes out choked and makes your belly bounce like you're crying harder instead. This is when you realize that Lo'ak has never seen you cry before. But it's too late; now he knows his muntxate** is an ugly crier.

"Is it… the hormones?" he tries again.

"I don't even know what that is??" you croak, the tears leaving wet tracks on your cheeks. Lo'ak tends to speak in a confusing mess of Na'vi and English. Sometimes, like now, you have no idea what in Eywa's name he's talking about.

"Nevermind, forget about it. Just tell me what's wrong! Was it me? Was it something I said?" Lo'ak insists. "Whatever it is, I am very, very sorry and I will never do it again."

You take a deep, heaving breath that rattles your chest and leaves you hiccuping. Tears still fall from your eyes, blurring your vision, but at least the worst of the sobbing is over. In spite of your throbbing headache, you take another breath and get a grip on yourself.

The first thing that comes out of your mouth is, "No, I'm s-sorry."

Lo'ak frowns in confusion, scooting even closer. You're practically sitting between his legs with his hand squeezing your shoulder. "Sorry for what?"

Your hand flies to your chest, accidentally smearing sticky fruit juices all over your skin. "Sorry that it's me-e," you blubber pathetically through ugly, wet sniffling.

Now it's Lo'ak's turn to stare at you blankly with no idea what in Eywa's name you're talking about.

For some reason, this upsets you even further. "Stop pretending!" you hiss tearfully. "Don't--don't act like you don't know, Lo'ak…"

"Wh-what?" Lo'ak can only blink in utter bewilderment. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, a loud, boisterous voice interrupts him, calling your names.

"Hey, forest boy!" Aonung shouts over the noise of the celebration in the village. He's standing on the walkway above the water with a waving Spider at his side.

"Are you guys coming to the party or not?!" Spider yells, his voice easily heard even through his rebreather.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes in exasperation and mutters to you, "Hold on, let me get rid of them." You think he's about stand and go talk to them but instead, he simply bellows over his shoulder as loud as he's able, "We're busy!! Go away!"

The sudden volume makes you jump in your own skin and where taking deep breaths failed, being startled succeeded. No longer are you a weeping, hiccuping mess.

Aonung and Spider look at each other, Spider shrugs, and they promptly return to the warrior's dance.

"Okay, so what were you saying?" Lo'ak says as he turns back around.

You shake your head and try to stand up, shoving his arm off in the process. But with your big belly, it's near impossible to do alone. You are a stubborn woman though. You push Lo'ak's hand away when he tries to help you and through the sheer strength of your will, you rise on your own two feet.

Lo'ak chants your name, each time more desperately than the last, as he stands as well. "Please, tell me what's wrong, I can help! I can fix it!" he pleads.

You resist the urge to tell him to quiet down but with the warrior's dance raging on the other side of the village and practically everyone there, there's no one on the beach to witness your breakdown.

Trying to get a handle on your racing thoughts amidst a headache is difficult and even worse with Lo'ak forcing you to look at him with worried hands. "Lo'ak, please, I'm sorry but--"

"Sorry about what? I don't understand!" Lo'ak snaps. Both pairs of eyes widen at his sharp** tone, neither one of you expecting a reaction like this from him. "Shit. Sorry. Look, look at me--" He cups your cheek and gently turns your gaze back to him. "Listen to me, okay? I can't fix it if I don't know what it is. So please, tell me what is wrong so I can make it better."

For one tense moment, all you can hear is your quick, shallow intakes of breath and the heavy drumming of the warrior's dance in the distance. You can feel, down to your bones, time slowly stretching until every blink is as long as an eclipse. Lo'ak's eyes bore into yours until the bright amber of his irises is all you can see. You know you should be saying something, anything, but how can you form words when your mind is at a standstill and refuses to move?

Lo'ak solves this problem for you. Without speaking further, he releases his hold on your shoulders and carefully wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his warm chest. He is mindful of the babe in your belly and embraces you from the side, cradling you as tightly as he can without hurting you or your child. Then when he presses his lips to the top of your head, warming the spot with his breath, all you can do is let go and melt into him. It's like being carried by the current of a river, an unseen force that is only felt.

No one speaks for a while. There is only Lo'ak's warmth, the drums, the People's song, and the sea.

But just as you feel your eyelids getting heavier, Lo'ak whispers against your hair, "Will you get in trouble if you don't finish peeling the fruit?"

Your eyes snap open. "The fruit!" you gasp.

Lo'ak chuckles as he follows you to inspect your progress and offers, "Uh, maybe you take this half and I take that--"

"No," you interject, waving him away, "you start taking the finished ones to the Tsahik**. She will be needing them soon."

Your muntxatan nods obediently and with a grunt, lifts the heaviest basket onto his shoulder. But instead of leaving right away, he hesitates, watching as you kneel back down on the sand to finish your work.

"What is it?" you ask as you start hurriedly peeling what you have left.

"Did you know…" Lo'ak falters, fidgeting in place. "Did you know that you're really… beautiful? Even with all the…"

Your hands instantly freeze in mid-motion. You and Lo'ak simply stare at each other, equally wide-eyed.

"Even with all the what?" you inquire, a little breathlessly.

Lo'ak clears his throat and nearly drops the hefty basket on his shoulder when he takes one hand to try to gesture something. Thankfully, he is quick to catch it and doesn't drop any of the fruit but you're still left with unanswered questions.

"Even though I'm pregnant and bigger than Payakan?" you ask half-jokingly. You try to continue peeling but your hands are slow and shaky.

"Yes," Lo'ak answers, a little too loudly. Then his eyes widen even further. "Wait, no! No, that's not what I--" He squeezes his eyes shut while his ears flatten against his head. "Don't say that. You are not bigger than Payakan." Then he opens his eyes and looks at you intently. "I was going to say you're beautiful even though you're crying and your eyes are all red and splotch-y."

When you don't speak or respond, Lo'ak

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tsireyasluvr · 11 days

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baby :((

💔

#avatar fanart #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar #fanart #avatar 2 #art #loak #loak sully

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tsireyasluvr · 11 days

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Everything I am

Lo’ak x Fem Omatikaya!Reader

Authors note: this is porn with very little plot but at the same time it’s centred around the plot..? kinda like background noise? i don’t know but enjoy<3

Summary: Lo’ak had to leave home, which meant he had to leave you.

Warnings: Nsfw, minors dni!!, 18+, Aged up!characters, aged up! Lo’ak, angst, smut, fingering, p in v, crying, lowkey no happy ending sorry guys ☹️, making out, lmk if i missed anything

He had always swept you off your feet, the clans troublemaker knows exactly how to chase a thrill and knock the wind right out of your lungs. In fact, he did it better than anyone else. No one had quite the effect he had on you, making you so reactive to everything that has to do with him.

Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as you came around the digits, your walls clenching so tight around only two of his fingers it made it harder for him to move his hand at all. Lo’ak groans deeply, nose pressed to the crook of your neck as he took in your scent “fuck, i’m gonna miss this so fuckin much, mama”

and just like that, you felt your stomach drop again. the moment of bliss was so short lived.

why’d he have to say that? you were already so torn up about it. instantly you felt the tears well up again, your hands coming up to tangle in his braids, almost like reassuring yourself that he was right there as you kept him pressed to your chest. “don’t say that” you whisper, voice a little shaky as you feel the tears start to pour again.

Lo’ak instantly pulled back, frowning at the sight of your tears as he softly withdrew his hand from between your legs, opting to wrap it around your hip and bringing the other to cradle your face. He wiped away the tears with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, feeling so much guilt for even just mentioning it again “Don’t cry, baby. I promise i’ll be back, i love you too much to ever stay away for long, you know that”

And yet you couldn’t help but let out a sob, your lip quivering as you held onto his wrist, your hands soft despite the firm grip you had. “please don’t go”

His insides hurt from the sight of you, from the sound of your shaky pleading. he couldn’t wrap his head around how much he mattered to you, and yet, that’s exactly how he felt about you. He didn’t know how to make this better.

His hands trembled as they held onto you, both resting against your cheeks now. “i don’t want to, mama. please believe me” He said softly, struggling to keep his emotions at bay as his voice cracked a little.

You tilted your chin up, tears still streaking down your cheeks and onto his palms as you pressed your lips to his. “please” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you willed for your body to stop shaking “please, Lolo.” You plead between kisses, knowing that no matter what you said, he wasn’t the one that got to make that decision.

He just groans as he returns your kisses, his hands moving up and down your body to gently caress and soothe you. “Fuck, mama, please don’t cry” He murmured against your lips, “i don’t want to see you like this”

but wasn’t it his fault?

Now you were feeling guilty for even thinking that. But it’s so hard not to blame him. He wasn’t responsible for the RDA returning. He wasn’t the one that made the decision for the Sully’s to flee. It’s not his fault that his father, and family was being hunted. This was a conflict created since before he was born. And yet, it still felt like he was the one making the choice to leave you.

“i’m sorry” you whimper, unable to control your crying. But you tried. It wasn’t fair to him.

His hands continued moving down your body, palming and squeezing at your flesh, both in comfort for him and you. “Just.. just let me make you feel good, okay?” He mutters against your lips

“Lo’ak-“ You breathe out, but he cuts you off with a deep, desperate kiss, tongue slowing slipping into your mouth. He pressed his body to yours, hand drifting up to your breast, squeezing every bit of flesh in his wake before murmuring “come on, mama. let me make this better, yeah?”

How could you deny him anything?

You only nod at that, cheeks still wet with tears. Lo’ak smiled down softly at you, simply reaching up to wipe them away again, like he always has. “Thats my perfect girl”

He laid you back, crawling over you while still cupping your cheek with one hand. You held onto it, turning your face to press kisses to his fingertips and palm, not seeing how every touch of your lips made him melt like putty at your feet. Lo’aks eyes fill with love and desire as he watches you, his cock hardening at how needy you looked for him.

He gently pulled his hand away, leaning down to kiss your lips again, snaking his touch down to between your legs again before you caught his wrist. Pulling back from the kiss, you look into his eyes “I just want you, lo’ak.”

He swallows thickly at that, about to respond before you softly nudge him to lay back against the hammock. he wordlessly follows your every request, palms coming up to rest on your hips when you sit on his lap. You look down at him, taking in all his features. He really was beautiful, your handsome mate.

His amber eyes watched you, pupils blown from excitement. His braids loose from the ponytail, splayed out beneath him like a halo. His blue chest heaving, decorated in the jagged stripes with the pretty tanhi’s littering his body, trailing down and past his V-line. Fuck he was so pretty, how could anyone see him differently?

Despite how he may deem himself, outcast or not, he was always perfect in your eyes, no matter what. You wanted to have his features memorized forever, burned into your memory.

Lo’ak squeezed your hips again, sitting up as he slid a hand up your back and to your neck, gripping it from behind. “i’m right here, mama.” He says, almost like he could read your thoughts.

Not for long, though. you wanted to tell him. But you kept quiet, only nodding. “i know” you whisper, looking at him with your pretty green eyes, making him weak as always. He lifted your hips gently, leaning in to kiss your lips as he slowly sunk into your heat, both of you shuddering instantly when he bottomed out. “fuck, i love you so much, pretty girl” he moans against your mouth

you whimper at the stretch, hand tightly grasping his shoulder and the other holding onto his braids, subconsciously tugging on it from the pain and pleasure of it all. He hissed at the feeling, hands digging into your soft and squishy flesh while pulling back a little to look at you, taking in your pretty expressions.

He began thrusting into you, getting deeper with every stroke, shushing your whimpers with sweet nothings spoke into your ear before coming in to kiss you again, hand sinking into your hair to hold you closer.

you just moan, his slow and sloppy kisses distracting you from the painful stretch as he reached down to play with your clit until you felt nothing but pleasure. your stomach filled with butterflies, whining into the kiss as he rubbed the gentle circles into your nub.

Sex with Lo’ak is rarely ever slow. Not that he’s not a romantic, but he knows what makes you both feel good, and usually it’s a lot more rough than this. But something about how he was right now, slow and deep like he was trying to memorize every inch of you even from within was making you feel like you would fall apart at any moment.

His tongue slides against your own, curling around it while hungrily devouring your lips as he thrusts deeper into you, tip of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot over and over again. something about this angle, being sat in his lap with his arms cradling you edged you on harder than you thought it would. You felt taken care of, protected, loved. Cherished.

You didn’t want to let him go.

You let out a sob, pulling away to pant softly against his lips. His brows instantly furrowed in concern, hand brushing away stray hairs from your face. “baby?” He asks softly, eyes searching yours.

“Just feels so good” you whimper, and it wasn’t entirely a lie. You looked into his eyes, looking at him with so much pure love and adoration but also longing, hurt from knowing how much it’ll kill you when he leaves.

Lo’ak groans, his hips slamming against yours as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into you. His hand pulls lightly on your hair, forcing your head back so he could kiss along your jawline and down to your neck, licking and sucking at your flesh.

Every lick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to your dripping cunt, making you writhe in his arms, so desperate for that release. He could tell you were close, just like you could tell he was too from the way his cock kept twitching inside you.

You suddenly felt his teeth biting down on your skin, fangs grazing the crook of your neck in an effort to mark you as his, continuing to fuck into you with all of his strength. you can’t help but cry out, the sting of the bite painful but at least you knew when he would be gone tomorrow morning, his mark would be a bittersweet reminder of where he truly belonged.

Lo’ak growls, the vibrations against your neck sending shivers up your spine. “Mama, i’m gonna cum, need you to cum with me, please” He groans, thumb back to your clit, rubbing the tight circles with practiced ease. He knew your body better than his own at this point.

you nod your head feverishly, knowing you would burst at any moment, the coil inside your tummy getting tighter and tighter. “Lo’ak” you mewl, brows furrowed together in pleasure and cheeks flushed from how good it felt, clenching around him tightly. He let out a whimper, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered before he thrust as deep as he could, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside you.

That triggered your own release, making you moan in his ear with your back arched, nails digging into your skin as he shushed you with soft kisses and praises. “I love you, I love you so fucking much mama, my perfect girl”

Lo’ak holds you close to his body, not making any move to pull out of you as you rest your head on his shoulder, body curled into his. Eventually he lays you both back, your head to his chest while he runs his hand over your back soothingly, tracing patterns onto your skin while trying to desperately ignore what tomorrow would bring.

Until neither of you could, and it was time to say goodbye.

#self repost<3

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Everything I am

Lo’ak x Fem Omatikaya!Reader

Authors note: this is porn with very little plot but at the same time it’s centred around the plot..? kinda like background noise? i don’t know but enjoy<3

Summary: Lo’ak had to leave home, which meant he had to leave you.

Warnings: Nsfw, minors dni!!, 18+, Aged up!characters, aged up! Lo’ak, angst, smut, fingering, p in v, crying, lowkey no happy ending sorry guys ☹️, making out, lmk if i missed anything

and just like that, you felt your stomach drop again. the moment of bliss was so short lived.

And yet you couldn’t help but let out a sob, your lip quivering as you held onto his wrist, your hands soft despite the firm grip you had. “please don’t go”

but wasn’t it his fault?

“i’m sorry” you whimper, unable to control your crying. But you tried. It wasn’t fair to him.

His hands continued moving down your body, palming and squeezing at your flesh, both in comfort for him and you. “Just.. just let me make you feel good, okay?” He mutters against your lips

How could you deny him anything?

You only nod at that, cheeks still wet with tears. Lo’ak smiled down softly at you, simply reaching up to wipe them away again, like he always has. “Thats my perfect girl”

Despite how he may deem himself, outcast or not, he was always perfect in your eyes, no matter what. You wanted to have his features memorized forever, burned into your memory.

Lo’ak squeezed your hips again, sitting up as he slid a hand up your back and to your neck, gripping it from behind. “i’m right here, mama.” He says, almost like he could read your thoughts.

You didn’t want to let him go.

Until neither of you could, and it was time to say goodbye.

#avatar #lo’ak sully #avatar twow #lo’ak #avatar the way of water #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak smut #lo’ak sully smut #aged up #lo’ak x navi!reader #lo’ak x omaticaya!reader #lo’ak x fem!reader #lo’ak x reader smut #avatar x reader #avatar smut #divider by cafekitsune

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tsireyasluvr · 12 days

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Neteyam: Can I please have my hoodie back? Tuk: No. Neteyam: It's my hoodie. Tuk: But I wear it the most! Neteyam: Because you steal it.

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tsireyasluvr · 12 days

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eeee so friggin cute

Husbands <33

#avatar twow #fanart #atwow #atwow art #avatar art #aonunete #neteyam sully #ao’nung

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tsireyasluvr · 12 days

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he’s just the prettiest

#avatar 2 #neteyam #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar twow #fan art #art #neteyam sully #neteyam fan art

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tsireyasluvr · 13 days

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PLEASEEEE😫😫

im a neteyam girl through and through but im ngl there's like little to no loak series out there baby it is DRY

im parched out here yall, where's my loak lovers at 😩

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tsireyasluvr · 13 days

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THIS WAS SO SWEET AWEEEE

bby lo’ak<333

Lo’ak as your best friend

Tags (CW): Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Reader, SFW, aged-up (16+), headcannons, best friends, wholesome, sweet, fluff, Lo’ak as your best friend, reader can be na’vi or human

Synopsis: How I think Lo’ak would be as your best friend.

Word count: 624

A/N: Something quick and cute for my first post. I wrote this just now off the top of my head so forgive me if it seems a little rushed or if there are any grammar errors!

Best friend!Lo’ak who swears you’re just one of the boys but gets caught checking you out, more than once.

Best friend!Lo’ak who has your schedule memorized, so that he knows when he could bug you with no consequences.

Best friend!Lo’ak who damn near loses his breath every time your scent hits his nose, sometimes letting his primal urges takeover his senses in the best way possible.

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s tail stands up at attention every time your skin so much as brushes against his.

Best friend!Lo’ak who tunes everyone out when he’s busy thinking about you and the way your ears do that thing when you’re really focused on something. He’s absolutely obsessed and can’t hear a thing, including the orders his father has given him before the war party dispatched.

“Lo’ak… Lo’ak!”

“Hmm?”

“Did you even hear a single word I said, son?”

“Uh, yes sir…”

(No, he didn’t.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who would softly pinch your tail when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you. (He gets it from his father. <3)

Best friend!Lo’ak who loves to play fight and bicker with you every chance he gets because he finds it funny. (It’s also his preferred way of flirting.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who hates the idea of hurting you in any way, shape, or form. So, when he is a little too rough while the two of you are play fighting, he breaks down immediately.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, I’m okay Lo’ak...”

“Are you sure you’re okay, you—“

“Yes Lo’ak, I’m fine I promise…”

“...Are you sure..?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s always trying his best to impress you.

Best friend!Lo’ak who would practically run to ask you how his hair looked immediately after his mom had finished braiding it. (Your opinion is the only one that matters to him.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who frowns everytime you praise a guy that’s not him, immediately telling you that he could do better.

“Did you see how quickly Tansek took down that yerik? I’ve never seen one so large!

“Mtch. I could kill one bigger…”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is lowkey whipped for you, willing to do almost anything you ask but if you ask him about it, he’ll deny it to the ends of the earth.

Best friend!Lo’ak who struggles to hide just how infatuated he is with you from his own family.

Best friend!Lo’ak who doesn’t realize just how deeply in love he is with you until Neteyam and Tuk find him making you a woven necklace (to match his) for your birthday, and they decide to tease him about it.

“Ahh, look at my little brother, finally deciding to start courting the woman that he loves…”

“Loves..? Courting?”

“Oooh, is that necklace for Y/N? Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves—”

“I hate you two.”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is sent into a spiral as soon as he realizes that he’s fallen in love with his best friend.

Best friend!Lo’ak who avoids you for days afterwards, scared that anything he might say or do will give him away and ruin you guys’ friendship.

Best friend!Lo’ak who is surprised that when he does finally man up and tell you, you tell him that you knew the whole time.

“What?! What do you mean you knew?”

“You thought you weren’t obvious about it?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is happy to finally be able to show you his true feelings for you. Even if it means he has to deal with you teasing him for waiting so long to tell you. <3

Best friend!Lo’ak who definitely still calls you bro on accident even months after he has officially started courting you. T.T

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#avatar the way of water #lo’ak sully #atwow #headcanons #lo’ak

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tsireyasluvr · 14 days

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Thinking about how catlike Na'vi are.

Neteyam who's eyes dilate when he sees you

Lo'ak who can't help but slowly blink when you make eye contact

Just big blue kitty things

#babies

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tsireyasluvr · 14 days

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this is so fucking hot lo’ak putting you ina headlock oh myg

What kink do you think loak, neteyam and jake would have?

I’m pretty sure I included smth about this when I posted the “how he treats you” headcanons, but I’ll write it again anyway js for u nonnie💕

Warnings~ p in v, corruption kink, breeding kink, size kink, Dacryphilla, exhibitionism, blindfold kink, breath play, begging, orgasm control, overstimulation, edging, wax play, masochism, biting kink(we all know who tf this belongs to), somnophilla, tempature play, oral fixation, daddy kink, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy<3

Dividers by: @anitalenia & @princessantisocial & @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Lo’ak definitely has a….

Courrption kink, size kink, blindfold kink, scent kink, breeding kink, oral fixation, wax play kink, pain kink(masochism), begging kink, praise kink, daddy kink, biting kink and a breath play kink.

☆ whenever you give him head, he’ll always push you head down on him untill your basically choking on his cock, and then he’ll pull you back up and give you air. He js finds it so cute seeing you all out of breath with tears and drool streaming down your face, but even being exhausted you’re still eagerly trying to get his girthy cock back in your mouth.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you mamas? Don’t know what to do without my cock in your mouth? Hm, that’s what I thought..”

☆ Whenever he has you in mating press(or any position for that matter) he’s always rambling about “how good of a mom” you’d be and how you’d “look so gorgeous stuffed all full of my babies.” It drives you insane(in the best of ways). When he finally does cum inside of you though, the most guttural growl leaves him, effortlessly making your pussy flutter around him from the absolute feral noise that just came out of your handsome mate.

☆ loves to praise and loves being praised, it just makes him feel good knowing how good you make him feel/how good your doing for him/ so on and so forth. When you praise him tho? Expect this mf to be on his knees in a second for you and if you praise him in public too he gets so flustered; his tail will stand straight up and away like crazy, his ears will stand straight up and turn a dark purple along with his cheeks and neck. It’s adorable honestly

✩ has such a huge corruption kink, especially if this is your first relationship with someone else + you’ve never had sex/intimate experiences with anyone else. He’ll always tell you/show you knew things (that are of sexual nature) knowing you’ll get curious and want to try it with him, and then get addicted to how good it feels, not even nothing to do it by yourself because it wasn’t him touching you. He also lovess how sensitive you are, the way your breath hitches and you cling to him whenever he lightly brushes over your nipples with his hand while he kisses you slowly always makes him feral

☆ loves the size difference between you two, and will make it clear too. Saying things like,“look at how well this tiny cunt is taking me, she’s basically drooling all over my cock, mamas,” and sooo much more nasty things that make that pressure in your stomach get more intense, you can’t help but cum all over his dick:(

☆ talking more about this⬆️ tho, if you just do something sublet like placing a hand on his bicep or holding his hand, everything about his demeanor will change; his breathing will grow more shallow, his eyes will get more hooded, and his tail will perk up and start swaying around in a way that alr tells you wtf he’s thinkin about.

☆ has such an oral fixation, like he just loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh in his mouth. No matter if it’s your fingers, thighs, tits, or hips, he just loves it. And just to make you squirm he’ll lightly trace his fangs on your skin, wait for your reaction, and then bite tf outta you bc he’s mean like that

☆ loves your smell so much, he’ll come up behind you and hug you firmly while smooshing his face into the crook of your neck, or he’ll just pick you up and burry his head into your chest.

☆ you asked him one time if you wanted to try something new, and ofc he said yes, but he didn’t know it’d end up with him breathless,blindfolded, and completely overstimulated by your relentless strokes on his sensitive cock. But he loved it regardless, and he realized he had a thing for being blindfolded.

☆ the first time he realized he had a daddy kink was when you accidentally let it slip one time when he had you on your hands and knees,pounding into your sore pussy relentlessly as he had you in a headlock to give him more leverage, and as soon as he heard that little “daddy..please don’t stop” slip, he was GONEEEE. He ran with it 100% a cocky grin on his face as he increased his pace to a downright brutal one, egging your fucked out brain on even more by saying, “yeah? I won’t, mama, don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna make this pussy squirt real nice before I fill her up. Want that, sweet girl? Want daddy to cum inside this pretty pussy?…mhm, I figured.”

☆ once you give him the ok, he’ll 100% fuck you while you sleep. Mf doesn’t care if you’re on your period or not, he’ll just fuck your thighs or just fuck you like he always does. He does not care😭

Neteyam definitely has a….

CORRUPTION KINK, exhibitionism, overstimulation kink, orgasm control kink, Dacryphilla, degradation, praise, breeding kink, size kink/difference, overstimulation, edging, somnophilla, and a tempature play kink.

☆ has such a bad corruption kink, especially if you were his bsf before you two started dating, because the second you told him you basically have no clue when it comes to anything sexual and intimate, he was alr plotting to make you his personal slut that was once so innocent.

☆ lowkey a perv on the DL, like mf will let his hands roam all around your body while telling you how soft and pretty you are, knowing that the more he talks, the more sensitive you get.

☆ finds it so cute when you try to fit his cock into your mouth/pussy, even though it’s too big and you aren’t stretched out enough yet, you still try because you wanna be a good girl for him:( he’ll just sit and watch you with the meanest smirk on his face while he guides your actions, saying things like “who would’ve thought such an innocent girl like you could be such a greedy little whore? Even this pretty pussy is trying so hard to swallow me whole, she’s drooling on me,” while you push more of your cunt down onto him as tears of frustration and pain run down your face:((

☆ loves to overstimulate and edge you with your toys, and he’ll say the meanest things to you while he does;( (But of course he’ll always let you know he didn’t really mean it when he cleans you up.) and if you start to cry because of the overstimulation and his words, he won’t care. He’ll stop until he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

“What a pathetic little thing. You could barely hold out for two days without me? Had to go and disobey me because this pussy is just too greedy..what a shame.”

☆ will always stuff you full with his cum after every round, promising to get you full with his babies no matter what

☆ insist on fucking you in public because he catches WAY too many men staring at you in a way he doesn’t like. So he’ll pull you into a clearing that isn’t too far from where everyone else is and fuck you senseless, and he’ll make sure to pin your hands behind your back/above your head so you’re forced to be loud. And once you two are done he’ll make sure none of his cum slips out of you, so you’re forced to walk around with his cum soaking down your loincloth so much it drips down your thighs:(

☆ always throws your weight around like nothing and to him, it is. He’s so much more bigger and stronger than you and it shows;he’s always manhandling you into the positions he wants you in while he uses your small body as a flesh light on his girthy cock.

☆ if you brought up the idea of somnophilla, he’d definitely try it since you suggested it, and phew lawd did he get addicted to the way you would react to him even when you’re sleeping

☆ lovesss tempature play sm, seeing the way your nipples harden and skin gets covered in goosebumps whenever he rubs an ice cub against your skin, and the way you shudder when he slips the ice cube inside of you will never fail to make him crazy

Jake definitely has a…..

Daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, overstimulation, orgasm control, size kink/difference, biting kink, Dacryphilla, oral fixation, and impact play

☆ this man has SUCHHHHH a daddy kink, he just loves the way it sounds coming off of your tongue

☆ also loves how paethitc you sound when you beg for him, it almost all the time makes him give into whatever you’re begging him for.

☆ no surprise that this man has a breeding kink too, he just can’t help the image of you all swollen and full with his child plagues his mind whenever he’s deep inside of you, ultimately ending with him cumming deep inside your fertile womb:(

☆loves praising you while he has you in missionary or when you give him head, but even still he loves to praise you. He needs to let his girl how good she’s being for him.

☆ overstimulates and spanks you as punishment, and he’s so cruel about it too, not even bothering to stop after you beg him to because he knows how much you really enjoy it from how much your pussy leaks whenever his hand touches your bruised skin.

☆ will never get over the size difference between you two, it finds it so hot and makes it so obvious that he does. And when he finds out that you also think the size difference between you two is attractive? Lawdy I hope youre ready for your relationship to become alot more touching and teasy (is that a word?). mf will come up behind you and wrap his burly arms around your curves and ask you how you’re doing as if he can’t smell how wet you are from him pressing his strong, big body against your soft, curvy one.

☆ has such a biting/marking kink, it’s bad. No matter what position he has you in he’s sinking his teeth into you, the lapping up whatever blood comes out of it eagerly as he moves over to the next spot he wants to mark.

☆ he always blames it on the fact that you’re too pretty, and that the men in the clan don’t care if you say you’re mated or not. So of course he has to cover you in marks, his scent, and stuff your pussy so full with his cum it soaks your loincloth.

☆ has an oral fixation too, so whenever he eats you out he’s SLOPPYYYY asf wit it, but also slow and sensitive about all of your sweet spots

☆ the first time you cried when he was fucking you he stopped everything and asked if you were ok, but when you told him it was because he feels that good, he almost aims to make you cry every time you guys have sex (and he’s successful in doing so)

A/N~ this took WAY too long oh my fucking god! But it’s done, and I hope you enjoyed it nonnie<3 I hope you guys stay safe and stay hydrated, mwah ilysm

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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tsireyasluvr · 16 days

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so so sweeeeeeet

How would neteyam react to female!reader being insecure and jealous of him, him showing all his devotion and passion for her in sex I could die for that 🥴

Mhm, I like this one alott

Slight proofread, so if there’s errors lmk!

Warnings: p in v, reader is insecure, feels she isn’t good enough for teyam, reassuring sex(?), sweet talk, angst with comfort, choking, fingering, praise and degradation, readers slightly inexperienced, cowgirl, breeding, mentions of impregnation, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy lovie<3

Dividers by~ @cafekitsune

You’ve always been insecure about your looks, but even more so when neteyam asked to be mated with you, because how could you ever be worthy enough to be with him?

He was the eldest son of the olo’eyktan, one of the strongest warriors in your clan(along with his brother, lo’ak) and one of the most confident, well liked, intelligent, and funny people you’ve met. Meanwhile, you were just a healer in training, which you have been for two years now, naturally making you lose your motivation to potentially become tsahik. It just didn’t come naturally to you, not like it did for kiri.

The only reason you kept going on with it was for the sake of your parents, and to somehow prove to yourself that you weren’t a complete failure compared to neteyam.

It was a brutal cycle you went through, covering it up every day with excuses and fake smiles, until one day neteyam came back from yet another successful hunt;covered in cuts and bruises he insisted you tended to so you can put your training to good use.

You obliged of course, not being able to deny your handsome mate of anything he asked of you. And surprisingly it was going smoothly; the salves were the consistency you needed them to be, and all the bandages were wrapped around each of the wounds tightly, sticking to his skin so they wouldn’t slip off. But the very last wound was the one that was giving you an issue, no matter how much of the salve you put on it that was made to stop the bleeding and swelling, it didn’t work.

You tried your hardest to remain calm, not wanting your frustration to impact how you were tending to neteyam wounds. But, with Neteyam being as perceptive and perfect as he is, he noticed immediately. “Yawntu, it’s alright. I need you to take a breath for me ok? Lemme show you why it’s not working the way you want it to,” he reassured, leaning forward to grab a couple herbs and mash them up into a new bowl, adding more liquid to it, and then putting the leftover salve you had in your hands into the mixture.

And sure enough, it worked almost instantly; stopping the swelling and bleeding within seconds of it being applied.

Tears of frustration burn in your eyes as embarrassment, disappointment, and dissatisfaction swirl through your chest. You felt a shallow feeling in your gut, it was almost burdening. ‘Why could I do that?, he made it look so simple..’ you question yourself silently, becoming more unaware of your surroundings the deeper you fall into your thoughts.

Neteyam glances over to you, ears perked up as if he heard your thoughts too, “babygirl, what’s the-“

“it’s nothing, I’m fine tey.” You state plainly as you stand up swiftly and start collecting all of the supplies laid out in front of you both, a sharp feeling of remorse going through your stomach as he looks at you with a hurt expression, almost like you not telling him how much you were hurting hurt him.

He grabs your forearm firmly, looking up at you with a seriousness yet concerned look in his eyes, “y/n, sit down,” he orders, to which you respond with a sigh and sit down next to him, your legs brushing against his own toned ones as you do. “What is it that’s bothering you? And I’m not talking about everything you’ve told me about when I asked you this before, what is it that’s really bothering you, babygirl?” He pushes, never breaking eye contact with you as he does.

You inhale shakily at the question, breaking the intimate eye contact with him to look down at your hands that were fidgeting with the bracelet on his calve that you made for him, a small smile appearing on your face at the memory of his reaction when you gave it to him, but it faded just as fast as it appeared when you remembered the question that was asked of you not too long ago. “It’s just that..” you begin, pausing to inhale and exhale once more, “I feel like I’m not good enough for you, and nothing I do to can ever change that. All of your successes compared to mine aren’t even remotely similar to each other, and honestly it’s disappointing. I don’t understand why you chose me to be your mate, when there’s all these other amazing, capable women in this clan who’d be more worthy of being yours. I mean, I’ve been a healer in training for 2 years! Do you know how embarrassing that is? When most of the women who went through their training were done within 8 months? And even a year is a stretch for most of them. How do you never get embarrassed by me, teyam? How can you be so proud to have me as your mate when I feel like I’m not even deserving of being so?” You didn’t even realize the tears now pouring down your face till the end of your tangent, feeling even more embarrassed than you did before you even started.

The look on neteyams face is one that makes your heart break, he looked so…heartbroken. Like you just told him you wanted to go your separate ways, or like you just said the meanest things about the person he holds so close to his heart, because you did.

“Y/n,” he starts, taking a breath and relaxing his hands so they weren’t balled up into a fist anymore, “don’t even think for a second you aren’t worthy of being my mate. I’ve had you pinned since the first day I’ve met you, and now that you’re finally mine I’ll be happy till the day I die, and even beyond that. You will always be my girl. My love. My heart. I couldn’t care less about your status and what you are and aren’t good at, because those aren’t things that impact you as a person, as my girl. And so what you’ve been a healer in training for 2 years? Everyone learns at a different pace. It took me 2 years to learn how to finally use a bow, and it took lo’ak even longer, but we finally learned how to use it because of how determined, and honestly how stubborn we both are. I know you’re capable of so much more than you think you are, babygirl, and as your mate it’s my job to show that to you. I never want to hear you feel as though you aren’t enough for me ever again, ok? I love you endlessly, and I never would want anyone or anything else other than you.” His words encourage more tears to fall from your face, and the way he had your hands tangled with his just intensified that even more.

You damn near throw yourself into his arms, letting out sobs of “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bottled this up for so long” and “I love you, teyam” into the crook of his neck, to which he responds with his own “I love you too” and “it’s okay, babygirl.” Once you catch your breath from your sobbing, you sit up in his lap, wiping your face free of your tears as you do so.

A quiet laugh fills your ears, causing you to look at him with a confused look in your eyes, “what?..” you ask, tail wagging behind you in curiosity, “looks like someone needed a good cry, huh?” He teases, a shit-eating smirk adorning his beautiful face as he says so. You roll your eyes and scoff at him, pushing him away before pulling him back in for a necessary kiss. He hums in approval when he feels your soft lips on his, instinctively placing his hands on your hips and pressing you down onto him so you couldn’t move.

You moan softly at this, wrapping your arms around his neck so your bodies are pressed together tighter and the kiss is deepened. Slowly, his hand trail up the curves of your body until he reaches the middle of your back;where your loincloth was tied. He skillfully unties the flimsy garment before throwing it aside, groaning into your mouth when the doughy flesh of your tits rub against his toned chest.

The feeling of his hands on you has you moaning and whimpering into his mouth shamelessly, grinding down into his clothed bulge as you do so.

A soft moan comes from him when he feels you grind down onto him, the subtle movement telling him exactly what you needed. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up swiftly before taking your damp loincloth off so he can shove his long, thick finger inside of your leaking cunt.

The sensation of his finger rubbing against all of your gummy spots has you seeing stars, and with the way the tip of his finger was massaging your sweet spot just right made it even better. “F-fuck, teyam! Please..” you don’t even know what the hell you were begging for, you just know that if he were to stop, you might throw a tantrum.

He giggles at your little plead, leaning forward to peck your cheek sweetly before he prods another finger at your greedy hole, “hm? What do you need, babygirl?” He coos, pressing the tip of his second finger into you before taking it back out, making you let out a whine of dissatisfaction at his teasing. “Can I please have another finger, teyam?” You ask as politely as you could, earning another hum of approval from him as he slipped the other finger inside of you, stretching you out even more.

With the way he was scissoring his fingers inside of you, you knew it wasn’t gonna take you much to cum. And sure enough, the second he started moving his thumb in circles against your sensitive clit, you came instantly, soaking his fingers in your cum.

He helps you ride out your high before pulling his fingers out of you, kissing your lips and face repeatedly as he does so. “Such a good girl for me, you know that? Would love to see you take my cock like this..you think you can, babygirl?” He questions, rubbing the skin of your hips with his free hand reassuringly, still thrusting his fingers into you languidly.

You blink a couple times at the question, still a little dazed from your last orgasm. Once you finally processed it though, your chest swelled with nerves. “I-um..” you pause, not knowing how to say what you wanted to without sounding corny, he senses your hesitation almost instantly, cupping your face gently as a way to encourage you to continue.

“You can tell me, pretty girl…dont worry,” he admits, the sincerity in his voice making your nerves die down slightly. “Okay..” you whisper before continuing, “it’s just that..I’ve never done anything like that before, and I just don’t know how to..and I don’t wanna disappoint you by doing it wrong…” the words were embarrassing and heavy on your tongue, yet he didn’t even care. He just smiled at you and rubbed the skin of your cheek tenderly as he leaned in to kissed your lips passionately, almost like a silent way of praising you for telling him that.

“You could never disappoint me, babygirl, so don’t worry about that. I’ll teach you how to.” he couldn’t help the perverse thoughts that swirled in his head, he knew you had some experience, but not enough to really get you anywhere when it comes to sex. So whenever you to do anything intimate, those nasty thoughts of corrupting your pretty little body and mind until you crave nothing but him and his cock fill his mind disgustingly.

Quickly, he lifts you up so he can into his loincloth, throwing it to the side hastily as he strokes his cock a few times before lining it up with your leaking hole. “Ready, babygirl?” He whispers softly to you as he kisses the sensitive skin of your neck, pulling a quiet whimper from you as your cunt clenched around nothing in anticipation. You whisper back a quiet “yes..” to him as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to act as some type of grounding.

You both gasp once he presses his thick, weeping tip into your tight cunt, the grip on his shoulders tightening with every inch he slipped inside of you.

He throws his head back slightly as he lets out a deep growl, but quickly brings it back to look at you struggle on his girth. “Babygirl, you gotta relax, tìkin nga ne syeha si for me, tam?”{need you to breathe for me, okay?} he insists as he places his hands on your full hips, squeezing and rubbing the flesh there to try and relax you.

You nod your head deliriously at his question, too focused on the overwhelming feeling of him stretching you out to really process his words, untill you feel his hand wrap around your throat gently, yet tight enough to get your attention..and to make you pulse around him even more. Something that definitely doesn’t slip past his radar. “Breathe, ma’yawntu.” It was a simple order, yet it made your mind turn into mush so easily.

Shakily, you inhale, then exhale, repeating this until he was halfway in. The stretch was deliciously painful, the feeling so overwhelming that you ended up covering him with your juices without even knowing.

Neteyam didn’t even mind it though, honestly he found it cute that his cock was just too much for your little cunt, yet you still tried to take all of him. Such a good girl. “Almost done, okay, babygirl? Doing such a good job for me, takin my cock so well..could stay inside you forever, pretty girl.” He coos, placing gentle kisses on your lips, face, and neck to relax you even more.

You whimper and squirm slightly once he pushes the last inch into you, now feeling so full you’re 100% sure he’s puncturing your fucking lung. He doesn’t dare to move you without getting your “go ahead”, but once he finally gets it, he bounces you on him slowly, showing you what feels right for the both of you.

Once you get the hang of it though, your a moaning mess on top of him, pathetically trying to chase your both of your orgasms without his help. He throws his head back in complete euphoria, trying his hardest not to fill your fertile womb with his hot, sticky seed. That all went downhill as soon as he saw the way your belly bulged every time his cock was fully inside of you, he was completely hypnotized by the sight of you above him, so hungrily chasing both of your orgasms as tears of frustration burned in your eyes from your determination.

“Slow-shit~slow down, babygirl, you don’t have to rush, ok?” He tries to reason with you, but you were too determined. You wanted to make both of you cum without his help, you knew you could do it. But all that was stopped by the strong hands that wrapped around your hip and your throat, immediately stopping you in your tracks. “Slow. down. Ok? It’s not gonna be as good if you rush through it, ma’yawntu,” he reprimands tenderly, using the grip he had on you to bounce you at a steady rhythm, occasionally bucking up into you whenever you would clench around him.

And of course, he was right. You felt the pressure in your stomach getting stronger and stronger the more he bounced your small body onto his thick length, his bulbous tip pressing against your sweet spot deliciously. Your hands fly to his wrists the closer you get, tears finally streaming down your face because of the overstimulating pressure in your core.

“T-teyam..wanna-g-gonna..” you babble, eyebrows furrowing together the closer you get to cumming. He kisses your tears away sweetly as he increases your pace, feeling the waves of his orgasm creeping up on him. “Such a cock hungry slut, hm? Just needed to be stretched out on my cock to make you feel better, what a cute little thing.” He was rambling, but you could care less because the more he talked, the more you felt that pressure get to exploding. And it was the same on his end, the more those pretty noises flowed from you mouth, the more he wanted to fill you up.

He takes his hand off of your hip slightly so he can place his thumb on your throbbing clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he brings you in by your throat for a sloppy kiss. The small motion made your breath hitch before the pressure in your stomach finally lets go, covering his length in your essence.

He lets out a muffled whimper at the sensation of you squeezing him like a vice, making him spill his hot, potent load into your greedy womb without warning:(

You ride out both of your highs as you place sloppy kisses on every inch of his skin you can see, whispering quiet “I love yous” and “thank yous” to him as he holds you close to him.

“Tey, we should really clean all this up..” you insist, but all he does is just grumble at the suggestion, smooshing his face even harder into your chest. “No, wanna stay like this for a minute.”

A/N~ WHOA! Ok I didn’t mean for this to end up so long, but at least it’s answered!! I hope this is to your liking nonnie! And if it isn’t…oh well🤷🏽‍♀️. I hope you all enjoyed this tho, and make sure you stay safe and stay hydrated. I Love you guys endlessly

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