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Summary: It is said, that the brothers had learned to hunt side by side before they had even learned to speak. Together, they were an unstoppable force. A dangerous duo. And right now, their entire focus was on their recent prey— You.
Warnings: explicit smut, clan swap au, non-con, kidnapping, mmf threesome, body modifications, sex slaves, p in v, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, possessiveness, abuse of power, power imbalance, teasing, sexual tension, frenum ladder piercing, tongue piercing, prinz albert piercing, consumption of bodily fluids (blood, cum, spit), creampie, pet play, dom/sub, biting, marking
All na‘vi know their story. Of the time when the Omatikaya’s song was silenced.
When the fire came from the mountains and burned what was left of their forest, burned even their last tree of souls and left them with nothing but the ash of grief and the fire of hatred, the Omatikaya had chosen to leave the life they’ve known behind.
They say, the great mother did not hear their crying when the sky-people came to destroy their home. And she closed her eyes when rivers of fire poured through the valleys, burned down their last sanctuary and with it, all the hope that was left. And most importantly, their faith.
The Omatikaya were once proud people, respecting the balance of life and Eywas will. But that was many songs ago.
Now, all na‘vi know their story. They know of their suffering, their pain and their loss. And they know what this had made them become. That Toruk Makto had lead them through these difficult times, whilst their tsahìk spoke words no one had sung before.
She taught the people that Eywa had turned her back on them. That the Great Mother’s silence was not a trial, but a judgment. She would not come to help. She would not come to provide. Not anymore.
But the Omatikaya were not weak. Much like wood to an open flame, their hatred only made them grow stronger.
Soon, the old laws were reshaped, the balance bent until it cracked. They learned to live where nothing else grew. They took from the land of others, took from the people, took more than they could hold in their greedy hands and feed their never ending hunger. Hatred, once a warning emotion, quickly became a weapon. So the Omatikaya endured, but they were no longer what they had been.
They were feared where they had once been welcomed. Remembered where they had once been loved.
And what had once been a peaceful clan, had now become a warning to all.
You remember the stories as they were told to you, quietly, at the edge of the fire, always after the children had been sent away. These were stories meant to teach caution, to strengthen your own faith, like a reminder of what could happen if one were to disrupt the balance and violate eywas rules.
The air reeks of smoke, blood and old ash. The ground beneath you is hard and lifeless, as if even the earth has learned not to come here.
Your mother, the tsahìk, and your father, olo’eyktan of your clan, had been dragged away into Neytiris tent many hours ago and had not returned since then. Worry was gnawing at your very existence as you continue to tug and writhe against the rope binding your hands and feet together, pinning you to a charred down tree. But it’s useless. Aside from the horrible pain of your wrists and ankles being scrubbed raw by the rope, these knots did not budge.
Further away, the people of the Omatikaya moved in hectic, rhythmic circles around a towering fire. Its flames are fed too well, burning bright and hungry, casting warped shadows across their painted bodies. This is not a dance of thanks or mourning. It is a dance of ownership, of victory.
Neytiri, the tsahìk, stands closest to the fire, her silhouette sharp against the flames. Around her neck and wrists hang severed kurus, their tendrils dried and darkened, strung together like trophies.
Your throat tightens and you force yourself to look away. Among your people, to sever a kuru is unthinkable. It is worse than death. And yet they celebrate her, dance around the fire, around the blades she circles in the air. It’s hypnotizing.
Toruk Makto sits apart from the rest, close enough to the fire that its light glints off the metal weapon resting across his knees. You were taught never to touch such things, never to let their poison seep into your hands, your thoughts or your spirit. Metal was forbidden, it was one of Eywas rules. The first and most important one.
And yet, Jakesuli holds them as if they are part of him.
His posture is calm, assured. This is not a leader burdened by duty, but one who has long accepted what he has become. The great shadow of Toruk’s wings loom behind him, his skin scarred from battle.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you let your head fall forward until your chin rests against your chest and your braids slip forward to hide your face.
"Eywa ngahu, kìyevame srak nì’aw, slä oe tsun tivìran san oe lu… [Eywa be with me, even if you are silent, for my song still knows your name…]," Your voice trembles when you begin to sing, thin and hoarse from smoke and fear, but it does not break.
You sing on, letting the words trail into one another, softer now, the prayer dissolving into breath as tears swell behind your closed eyes. They spill anyway, tracking down your cheeks and dripping from your chin onto the hard ground below.
You’re so lost in your prayer, that you don’t even realize that you are not alone anymore, until a low, dark chuckle cuts through your voice, silencing you.
"Ah, look brother. A little birdy is singing a song for us."
Your breath catches sharply and you gasp and jerk your head up, braids falling back to reveal your face. Two figures stand before you, one of them tilts his head, studying you with open curiosity. The other smiles, slow and sharp.
"What is it?" the first asks, his voice smooth with amusement as he steps closer. "Are we not the ones you expected to answer your call?"
"Is your song not ours?" The other one continues, mockingly gentle as he crouches until his eyes are level with yours, tilting your head up with his thumb and finger pinching your chin. "You sang it so sweetly. We thought perhaps it was meant for us."
Anger boils hot beneath your skin at his touch. Before fear can stop you, you bare your teeth and snap at his fingers, jaws closing on empty air as he jerks his hand back just in time.
For a heartbeat, there is only the crackle of the fire and loud drums in the distance that sound so far away.
Then he blinks slowly, before he laughs loud enough to make you flinch.
"Oh, look at that!" He says, grinning sharply and his eyes bright with delight. "This one has fire." His laughter is genuine, almost pleased.
"Fire indeed," The other one behind him chuckles, low and approving.
Your heart hammers against your ribs. You draw back as far as the bindings allow, bark pressing painfully into your shoulders, and swallow hard.
"W-Who are you?" you demand, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. "What do you want?"
The taller one straightens, folding his arms over his chest with an unsettling calm. In the firelight, you can see the markings of an Omatikaya warrior etched into his skin, newer scars layered over old ones, pieces of sharpened bone pieced through his skin, worn like decorations under red paint and black coal.
"Our mother has allowed us to look at our latest prisoners," he explains evenly, as if this was something casual to them. "Before they are sacrificed."
Your stomach drops.
"The others were…" He pauses, searching for the right word, then shrugs. "Less interesting. Nothing worth our attention."
The crouched warrior’s grin widens as his gaze drags over you, lingering far too long. "But you…," he says softly, voice lowering.
He’s purposefully not finishing that sentence, trying to make you uncomfortable, but to you it matters little anyways. You’re too occupied with thinking about what the other one had said earlier.
Mother? But that means…
Your eyes widened as you realized that these two weren’t just anyone. These were not just any warriors of the Omatikaya. They are the sons of Toruk Makto and their gruesome tsahìk. Feared warriors among their clan, brutal and cruel.
You’ve heard of them before.
The elder one is Neteyam. It’s been told, he is as skilled with the bow as his mother. He builds his arrows himself. The heads are carved to break bone and split muscle, dipped into poison to make survival impossible. He knows exactly where to place them so the most damage can be done with a single, precise release. And he could hit a target from any distance, moving through the forest without a sound. Neteyam does not waste shots, he does not miss and he does not need to watch the body fall. You are dead, the moment he aims at you.
The people say, the Sullys eldest hunts palulukan for fun, not for food or glory, but because he can. They say that the great apex predator of the forest, the one even seasoned hunters avoid, knows his scent and turns away from it.
Lo’ak, the younger brother, is another thing entirely.
You’ve heard that he dips his knife in poison too, not ultimately to kill, but to paralyze you. Everyone knew, that Lo’ak took enjoyment from playing with his prey.
But even from a distance, he was just as deadly as his brother. He had been trained by his father in wielding sky people’s weapons from a very young age, metal pressed into his hands as if it were just another toy for a child.
Apparently, he could name a gun without ever seeing it, just from the sound it made when it’s fired. They say he could take one apart blind, fingers moving from memory alone, and then put it back together again without ever opening his eyes.
It’s said, the brothers have learned to hunt side by side before they had even learned to speak.
Where Neteyam ended things with scary precision, Lo’ak made the pain last. One controls, the other destroys. And they don’t need to look at each other to know what the other is about to do.
Together, they were an unstoppable force. A dangerous duo.
And right now, their entire focus was on you.
"Look at her," Lo’ak calls to his brother. He grins, sharp and pleased, and reaches out again to cup your face and trail a thumb along your cheek. His touch is warm and possessive. "She’s so pretty, isn’t she?"
Your breath stutters at his words. Your entire body goes rigid, every instinct screaming at you to pull away, but there is nowhere to go.
"She is," Neteyam agrees softly.
That, somehow, is worse. His voice carries no hunger, no excitement, only quiet certainty, as though he is merely stating a fact.
"I want to play with her first." Lo‘ak whispers, licking his lips. He talks about you as if you aren’t even really here.
Play? Your eyes widen before you can stop them. Horror flashes across your face as you make up all possible scenarios of what his words could indicate in your head, which the brothers notice immediately.
They chuckle, low, amused sounds shared between them like a private joke. Lo’ak’s grin deepens, clearly delighted by your reaction, while Neteyam watches you with an unreadable expression, head tilted slightly, as if committing the moment to memory.
Then Neteyam steps forward. He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder and when Lo’ak glances up at him, he nods once toward the fire. No words. None needed.
Lo’ak clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes like a sulking child denied a toy, but there’s no real resistance in him. He pulls his hand back from your face at last and straightens to his full height.
Before turning away and following Neteyam, he looks at you one more time and winks.
Then, their silhouettes melt back into the firelight, swallowed by shadows, and you’re left staring at the empty space in front of you, heart still pounding hard enough to hurt.
For a brief, fragile moment, you let yourself believe that this was it. That they were just trying to scare you.
Later, when the fire outside has burned down to something lower and steadier, exhaustion finally begins to win.
Your head dips forward once, twice. But each time you jolt awake, forcing your eyes open again. You do not trust sleep here. Still, your body betrays you, muscles trembling from the long strain of fear. You are just slipping again, just for a breath, until you hear footsteps approach.
Immediately, you snap awake.
Two warriors stand in front of you, but not the same brothers from earlier. These ones are much older, their limbs thinner due to the lack of human genes in their blood, heads shaved bare and marked with thick scars that run over scalp and jaw alike. Their faces are hard and unreadable, eyes dull in a way that tells you they did not come to you on their own. Someone had send them.
Your pulse spikes.
Before you can speak, one of them reaches for the bindings at your wrists. Your breath comes fast and shallow as rough fingers work the knots loose. Hands roughly close around your upper arms and haul you to your feet.
You stumble, legs weak, barely able to keep pace as they pull you forward.
No one speaks and you do not dare ask what is happening.
They lead you through the camp, past dying fires and smaller tents. The night is silent, safe for the sound of feet on the dry ground. At the far edge of the clearing stands a tent larger than the rest, looming in the dark.
Your steps slow despite yourself.
Skulls hang from its entrance, some small, some far too large to belong to any Na’vi. Giant teeth are lashed together with sinew, forming crude arches above the doorway. Feathers, bones, bits of metal, decorations pulled straight from a nightmare sway softly in the night breeze, clicking faintly against one another.
The warriors at your side do not hesitate. They roughly shove you inside, past the animal hide that marks the entrance.
You stumble forward, barely catching yourself before falling, and then the flap drops shut behind you.
The first thing you notice is that the tent is warm. Outside, goosebumps had raised on your arms from the cold night air.
But inside, a small fire burns low at its center, casting a soft, flickering glow over furs spread thick across the ground. They’re dyed deep red and black, layered carefully. For a moment, the contrast is disorienting. It almost looks… cozy.
Then you notice the rest.
Skulls arranged along the walls, staring with empty eyes. Bones carved and painted, strung together in careful patterns. Metal chains hang from the high ceiling, catching the firelight when they sway, heavy and cold looking. There is no part of the space untouched by something taken from death.
Your stomach twists.
You take a hesitant step further inside, bare feet sinking into the furs. The tent is silent except for the crackle of the fire and you come to realize that you are alone.
Not for long, though.
The animal hides at the entrance rustle softly, then part, and two figures step inside.
Neteyam enters first.
Firelight rolls over him, catching on the broad plane of his chest, painted deep red. Streaks of grey ash follow the hard lines of his body. His loincloth hangs low on his hips, woven with painstaking precision, the patterns tight and symmetrical to match those of his cummerbund. Everything about him looks intentional and controlled.
His ears twitch and his tail flicks the moment he sees you.
Your eyes immediately catch on the marks littered across his body, bone and carved ornaments lining his torso and arms, heavy but balanced. From one earlobe hangs a thin metal chain, dark feathers threaded through it. It sways gently as he moves, brushing against his braids that are adorned with bones too. His gaze settles on you without surprise, as if he had been expecting this moment.
Lo’ak slips in behind him and the contrast is immediate.
The sides of his head are shaved clean, the rest of his braids pulled back into a low ponytail that is decorated with spines. Two loose braids frame his face, beads carved from bone and bullets clicking softly as he walks. His skin is painted much like his brother’s, red and ash, but where Neteyam’s markings feel ceremonial, Lo’ak’s look careless, almost playful, as if he smeared them on without patience.
Your eyes begin to wander despite yourself.
One of his ears is chipped, but both are lined with piercings too. But they’re are not bone. His are made of steel. You could tell by the way they reflect the firelight. Across his chest hangs a belt of bullets, resting against painted skin, and you wonder if these are part of his decorations too or if these are there to be used.
Your gaze flicks back to Neteyam, who walks with his chin lifted, shoulders squared. He looks like a man meant to be honored and feared.
Lo’ak sways as he follows, grin already pulling at his mouth, eyes bright with amusement, as if this is all just a joke, and a good one at that.
Fear claws its way up your spine.
You retreat instinctively, backing up as far as the tent allows until your calves hit the furs piled near the wall. Your heart hammers, breath coming quick and shallow, eyes darting between them as they move farther inside.
"Welcome, txeptsyip [little flame]," Neteyam says, as though this is a meeting long overdue.
His voice is calm. Pleasant, even. He folds his arms across his chest, rolls his shoulders once as if settling into himself and then looks at you with open interest. You can’t help but shiver as his eyes roll over you body before he holds your stare with warm intensity.
Lo’ak, on the other hand, moves immediately.
He takes two long, quick step toward you, too fast and too close. You flinch, but Neteyam’s hand comes out just as quickly, pressing flat against his brother’s chest. It stops him cold.
Lo’ak clicks his tongue, irritation flashing across his face as he stares back up at Neteyam. He leans back a fraction, shoulders loose, posture anything but obedient, but ultimately stays where he is. When your eyes finally meet his, the scowl melts into a slow, knowing smirk.
"What do you want from me?" you ask immediately, forcing the words out before your courage could fail you.
Neteyam’s gaze sharpens, just slightly. "We’ve come to propose a deal, txeptsyip. [little flame]"
Your brows furrow. "A… deal?"
Lo’ak laughs under his breath, rocking back on his heels like he’s enjoying this far too much, while Neteyam continues, "You have two paths ahead of you."
He lifts one finger.
"You will be sacrificed, like the rest of your clan. No one will mourn or even remember you, and your kuru will adorn my mothers necklace like all the others before you."
You swallow thickly. Then, he lifts a second finger.
"Or," he says evenly, "you can live."
Lo’ak’s grin widens as he adds, "with us."
Your chest tightens as understanding sinks in, and it’s almost nauseating.
"You mean like a prisoner or… a slave," you say quietly, already shaking your head.
Fear trembles through you, yet your hands curl into fists at your sides.
"I’d rather die," you whisper, then louder you say, "I’d rather join the great mother than live like this!"
The brothers laugh at your answer. Not cruelly. It is the kind of laughter that carries disbelief, as though you have said something naïve rather than brave. Embarrassed, your ears fold flatly against your head.
Lo’ak lets out a short breath through his nose then, shaking his head and Neteyam’s mouth curves into a smile as their laughter dies down.
"Slave," he repeats with a chuckle. "That might be the wrong word for it."
Lo’ak moves then, but this time, his brother doesn’t stop him. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins to circle you, feet soundless on the furs, his presence pressing in from behind, from the side. You track him with your eyes until he slips out of view, until you feel him more than see him.
"You think in extremes," he murmurs. "You forget there are other ways to belong."
Lo‘aks hand reaches out and a finger gently traces the curve of your spine, making you jump.
"You would have everything you could dream of," Neteyam continues, eyes sharp as they watch your face for any kind of reaction. "No more hunger. No more running from the vrrteps [demons]."
He steps in closer, voice lowering, almost intimate. "You would be protected. No one would touch you without our say. No one would take from you ever again."
Truthfully, he made it sound like safety. As if this was an act of kindness.
And for a brief, dangerous moment, your body betrays you, because it remembers what it is like to be cold, to be hungry, to sleep with fear curled tight in your chest. It remembers empty days and long nights and prayers whispered to eywa for protection.
The brothers see the hesitation flicker in your eyes.
Lo’ak smiles immediately. "See?" he says from behind you, his voice much closer than before. "You’re thinking about it."
You do. But deep down you know, everything they offer comes with an unspoken price. May that be obedience, gratitude or something else. A life wrapped in comfort, yes, but lived on your knees. Fed by the very poison Eywa forbade.
Before you could pull back, Lo’ak reaches for your hand.
His grip closes tight around your wrist, firm enough that you know fighting it would be useless. Your breath stutters, but you do not give him the satisfaction of struggling. He tugs once, guiding you toward the center of the tent.
The furs beneath your feet are impossibly soft, thick and warm. You’re so tired, only kept awake by adrenaline and fear, you knew you’d melt into them the moment you were allowed to rest on them.
Lo’ak releases your hand only once you are where they want you, fingers lingering just a moment too long. He grins at your tension, at the way your shoulders are drawn tight, your jaw clenched like it is the only thing holding you together.
"You would be no slave, txeptsyip, [little flame]" Neteyam says quietly.
He steps closer now, finally closing the distance he had allowed you. He stops at your other side, not touching, but near enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him.
"You would just be…," he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "ours."
There’s warmth on your backside too, and you gasp softly when you turn your head and find Lo‘ak this close to you. He leans down, until his lips nearly touch the lobe of your ear.
"Ours to kiss. Ours to touch…", something warm and wet touches your ear, before you realize that’s his tongue teasing your lobe, "and ours to fuck."
Goosebumps raise all over your skin at his words.
Their bodies radiate heat, caging you in, and for the first time since they‘ve entered the tent, you understand something with sick clarity.
They are not trying to frighten you. They are trying to persuade you.
"No," you say, breath shallow but voice firm. "I can’t— I won’t!"
Neteyam’s expression doesn’t harden. If anything, it softens.
Lo’ak’s fingers brush your hip— barely there, a featherlight touch meant more to distract than to claim. It’s infuriating how gentle it is. He’s not brutally grabbing you, how you expected them to. Not forcing. Just enough to make you aware of where you are. Of who stands behind you.
Neteyam steps closer then, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. He lifts his hands and carefully cups your face in them, thumbs resting beneath your cheekbones.
"We’d take good care of you," Neteyam tells you, voice calm, almost reasonable. "We protect what is ours."
"And we never let it go," Lo‘ak adds, his smile sinister.
Your heart hammers painfully against your ribs. Every instinct screams at you to pull away, to bite and fight them. But another part of you, traitorous and tired, feels the pull of their attention. The certainty with which they speak, as though the world outside this tent no longer exists and it’s just the three of you.
"If you need proof of this," Neteyam says, tongue flicking over his bottom lip, "then we can show you."
The words are barely spoken before the space between you disappears. He leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away— time you do not take. His forehead brushes yours first, breath warm against your lips, and then his mouth meets yours in a way that steals the very air from your lungs.
The kiss is firm, claiming and unyielding, but also controlled. Like everything else about him. The world narrows to the press of his mouth, the heat of his hands still cradling your face and his tongue as his slips between your lips. A small, helpless sound escapes you before you can stop it, but Neteyam greedily swallows it down.
Behind you, Lo’ak inhales sharply, a sound that borders on a groan. As if he were the one kissing you, sucking on your tongue, tasting your salvia.
"We’re gonna show you just how good you would have it with us," he murmured into your ear. "Belonging to us is a privilege not many have been allowed to."
Your pulse is racing. Your thoughts are tangled.
Lo’aks hands are still at your hips, squeezing soft flesh before they wander up higher, cupping your breasts. They’re so big and warm, and you feel each little scar on his skin as they impatiently rip away your top. Your too busy meeting Neteyam eager lips to do something against this, so you just gasp into the kiss when Lo‘ak begins to tease your nipples, rolls them between his fingers until they turn into hard pebbles.
"Mmmh, these would look so good pierced," he purrs lowly, kissing your shoulder and letting his canine rake over the nape of your neck. "I will put my mark on them soon, txeptsyip [little flame]."
As Lo‘ak kneads your breasts in his hands, Neteyam’s slowly move from cupping your face to squeezing your hips, gliding over your backside.
You don’t know who’s doing what or where anymore, but your limbs are becoming unstable and weak as both pair of hands explore your body. Heat was quickly spreading through your core, slithering deep in a place where you suddenly began to crave them.
Their low hums vibrated against your skin, surrounding you like a subtle lullaby. They were slowly caging you in between their bodies, more and more, until you began to squirm.
Sucked into an abyss of sensations, your head began to swim, until you were unable to focus on anything else besides their lips and hands all over you. All you could see, hear and smell was them. You were swallowed between them like a trapped bird.
Finally breaking the kiss with a gasp, your head falls back against Lo’aks broad chest as Neteyams hand sneaks it’s way lower and between your thighs. He cups your sex, feeling for how wet you are and then slides his fingers between your folds.
"You are very wet here," he groans, his finger rolling your clit easily with how slippery it was. Then he slides it lower, before he slips his finger into you in one, harsh thrust that makes you gasp. "But you are soaking here."
Your inner walls are clenching down around the single digit Neteyam thrusts into you, curling it slightly until you can’t hold back a long, drawn out moan.
"I want a taste," Lo‘ak says to his brother, his voice urgent and commanding. For a moment you fear they will start fighting over you, but then the older one slips his hand free from your loincloth and you pant heavily at the sudden loss.
It’s not for long, though, because he then spins you around so you’re facing Lo‘ak.
They work as one, starting to undress you by pulling down your loincloth and coverings. Neteyam settles himself down onto the furs first, maneuvering you so your head rests comfortably on his lap and spreading your thighs wide enough for his brother to settle himself between them.
His hands and lips are everywhere, kissing your cheek, nibbling at your earlobe, hands stroking your hair, as you watch Lo‘ak sink down to his knees.
The grin on his face is sharp and dangerous and you swallow to wet your dry throat. Raw nerves make your limbs shake, and you want to close your legs to hide yourself from them, but Lo‘ak does not allow it.
His hands glide along the inside of your thighs, keeping them apart. He kisses you there, kisses your navel and mound too. Kisses the inside of your knee as he drapes your legs over his wide shoulders. His teeth tease your skin, and when he bites into the softness of your inner thigh, you yelp in pain.
Neteyam keeps you pinned when you try to wriggle free, as if the pain had somehow managed to bring back the rational thinking part of you, the one that made you realize that this was wrong, so very wrong.
Your hands claw at Neteyam’s arms, but he coos softly into your ear, "shh, you will be fine. My brother is just teasing. We would never hurt you."
"That is, if you’re being a good girl," Lo‘ak adds from between your legs, licking the bite marks that are slowly turning purplish on your blue skin. Your tail thrashes against the furs, your chest rapidly raising and falling.
Behind you, Neteyam’s chest vibrates with a dark chuckle. You want to protest, want to tell them that you are neither their slave nor their pet, and that you would never be good for them. But then Lo‘ak grins and sticks out his tongue, ready to lick you there, yet is stopped short by the sound of your sharp gasp.
There, in the middle of his tongue, sits a small bead of steel. It reflects the light of the fire nearby, shiny and wet with spit, and your whole body goes rigid at the thought of it touching you.
"Kehe [no]— wait," you nearly choke on your own words with how hastily your force them out, "you— you can’t, it is forbidden to touch metal!"
Both brothers laugh softly at your words, neither of them giving you the impression that they were taking your pleas seriously. Instead, Lo‘ak just grins at you, his face continuing to lower until you feel his warm breath on your cunt.
"Oh baby, trust me. You want that metal to touch you," he murmurs.
"But…t-the great mother will—"
"There’s no great mother here, no eywa. Just us," Neteyam silenced you. "But you will learn to worship us all the same."
And before you could say another word, that metal is pressed harshly against your clit. The sensation of it is like no other.
"O-Oh!"
Truthfully, you expected it to be cold at first, but the steel is warmed up from sitting snugly against his tongue. It glides against your clit, rolls over and around it as Lo’ak expertly moves his tongue, and your back arches off the furs with how good it feels.
"See?" Neteyam chuckles. "We knew you would like it."
You’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize how hard your pressing your nails into Neteyam’s forearms, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He’s just holding you, rubbing his nose along your temple, breathing in your moans and whimpers as his brother feasts on you.
Puckering his lips, Lo‘ak sucks your clit into his mouth until your thighs begin to shake from how quick you were approaching your orgasm.
"I can feel you shaking, txeptsyip [little flame]," Neteyam whispers in your ear. "You’re being such a good girl for him. Yes, keep spreading those pretty legs."
More moans where spilling free as Lo‘ak circled your clit with his piercing, before sliding it down and fucking you with his tongue. Between your thighs he was moaning, slurping up your arousal without care for how filthy he sounded. The more you spread your legs, the more he was pushing his face against your cunt, hungry for more.
It was mind blowing how skilled he was with his tongue. You had never experienced anything like this, and it almost made you forget about the circumstances that lead you here.
"If you want to come, you can just let it go," the brother behind you murmured with a soft chuckle. He was rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and a finger, lightly pinching and tugging to egg you on.
"When you are ours, we will make you come as many times as you want to," he explains, almost casually. "As many times as you deserve, txeptsyip [little flame]."
His words made you feel dizzy.
They were planning to keep you for their pleasure, but that did not mean your own would come short. They made that much clear.
Aware of every new twitch and shudder, Lo’ak was adjusting the patterns of his tongue accordingly, until you couldn’t take it anymore.
"I- I think I’m gonna come," you managed to force the words out between quick breaths.
A low, throaty groan that nearly sounded like a growl broke free from Lo’aks mouth at the sound of that.
"Do it," he growled, barely lifting his lips enough to detach from your clit. "Come for me, c‘mon. Let me taste it."
It was heat against heat, hot mouth against hotter skin. His sharp tongue flicks over your clit a final time, metal hard and hot against it, and then you break into a thousand pieces.
Neteyam holds you as you come, sucking marks into your throat and shoulder, while you claw at his arms hard enough to draw blood. He groans with you, enjoying the pain that your pleasure inflicts on him.
You breath in shallow pants as you come down from your high, suddenly feeling entirely too hot under your skin. But there is barely time for you to process what had just happened.
Quickly, too quick for your liking, Lo‘ak grabs your wrists and pulls you away from his brothers lap.
The grin on his face is a mean one, with the lower half of his face still glistening in your arousal, ash and paint smeared so the pretty blue color of his skin was now shining through.
Your brain isn’t even functioning properly yet again, when the younger brother pulls you into a dirty kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue, swirling the tiny metal ball around your mouth and teasing your lips with it. He releases you only when you think you might suffocate because he leaves you no air to breath, and you gasp when he finally does.
"If you already enjoyed this small piece of metal," Lo‘ak says lowly, grabs your shoulders and slowly turns you over so your head was now resting on his lap while Neteyam settled between your thighs. "Just wait until you find out what my brother will do to do."
Blinking a few times, you stare up at the other brother with wide eyes. Your first instinct is to close your legs and sit up, but Lo‘ak has you secured against him, his wide biceps caging you in. His skin is almost hot to the touch, muscles like steel as you wrap your hands around his arms, much like you did to Neteyam before.
Your thighs are spread further the closer he shuffles between them, his hands holding them up by the underside of your knees. But he’s not looking at you at all.
Neteyam’s entire focus is on your pussy.
His head is tilted slightly, the look on his face almost fond as he admires you. One of his hands comes to lay on your mound, his thumb gently circling around your clit, before he carefully slides the little hood up so he could get a better view at it.
Your breathing comes out heavier then before, and your entire body twitches every time he comes to close to that little bundle of nerves.
His thumb slides lower then, teasing you entrance and carefully pulling your lips apart as if he was examining you. It’s almost too much for you, and you try to hide your face in Lo‘aks arms.
"Still so wet," he finally breaths. "Such a tiny, tight looking body that you have. I will enjoy breaking you in."
The chest that you’re leaning against rumbles with a dark chuckle, then Lo‘ak leans down to whisper into your ear, "he‘s been talking about nothing else ever since we caught you."
His words make you shiver as realization dawns in on you. This was never a moment of impulse or a whim born tonight. You were always meant to end up here, with them.
When they took your people, they didn’t spare you because you begged well enough. You were chosen. Selected by spoiled sons of a broken clan, raised knowing that nothing was ever denied to them.
The fire crackles next to you, and then Neteyam’s hands leave your skin in favor of untying his loincloth.
When the dark piece of fabric finally falls away, you suck in a breath. The sound is loud and impolite, and you immediately want to clasp a hand over your mouth.
The warrior in front of you may be adorned with bones, leather and other natural materials that are not so different from those of any other na‘vi, honoring his heritage. But there, along the base of his cock, sits something foreign and wrong.
"H-How many…" the words come out as a hushed whisper of disbelief, your eyes wide as you try and fail not to stare at him like this.
On the underside of his length, Neteyam’s cock is pierced with four rows of small, neatly placed, shiny metal balls.
"Eight," he says proudly, letting his hand glide over each one of them.
Without thinking, you ask, "did… didn’t they hurt?"
"They did," he smiles. "That’s why I got them."
You swallow thickly. Neteyam makes a show of letting his fingers slip over the piercings, squeezing the tip and huffing out a breath. His eyes are half lidded, pupils blown as he watches you for any kind of reaction, seemingly getting off at the way you nervously bite your lip. Your own breath hitches when he moves closer, your eyes fixed on the forbidden metal that dares to touch your skin.
The soft head of his cock touches you first, making the fine hair on your neck raise as he lets it part your folds and smear your slick arousal over your clit. You hate how good it feels, until warm steel touches you too, and you don’t know whether to cry or moan because that, too, feels incredible.
Neteyam slides his cock against you in lazy strokes, letting you feel each piercing, and your imagination runs wild with how these little bumps might feel inside you.
"I want to watch you take every single one of them," he murmurs then, and your eyes widen slightly at the realization that you are supposed to take him to the last row of them.
"N-No, I can’t!" You begin to struggle, but Lo‘aks arms remind you that it’s no use. One of his hands pinches a nipple hard, like a reminder to stay put and you cry out softly. "Don’t," the younger brother says, his canine crazing your ear. "I like a woman with fire, but we’re trying to play nice because you’ve been good so far. Don’t make us regret that. I’d hate to break my new toy so early."
You bite your tongue in order not to spit venom at him, but your face must’ve given your thoughts away.
Neteyam chuckles softly, "If you want to be bad, save that for next time, txeptsyip [little flame]. But we will not hold back then."
The glare you give them wavers, and it disappears fully when he begins to push the tip of his cock against your entrance.
The stretch that follows makes you suck in a breath. He’s thick and long, and the first inch feels like you’re being split apart. But it’s a good kind of pain, you’re wet and pliant after your first orgasm, so when he pushes himself inside, warmth begins to spread in your core as your body gives way.
But then you feel that first touch of metal, and your thighs instinctively want to jerk close around his hips.
"Shh, relax, you were doing so good taking me," Neteyam coos, his hands spreading your legs wider as he sinks further into you. The first row of piercings slips into you and your mouth falls open with a surprised "oh!".
Those tiny beads feel so foreign against you, so warm to the touch. And eywa forgive you, they felt incredible. The sensation was like no other as he continued to push, making them roll along your inner walls.
"That’s one… and two," Neteyam says lowly, licking his lips to wet them. "Come on, count them for me."
Your head spins. You wouldn’t have been able to even tell them your name if one of them asked you right now, but then he slides in a few more inches and you manage to breath out quietly, "three…f-four."
Behind you, Lo‘ak was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, words you couldn’t really focus on but they made you so much wetter and then, "five, s..ix."
Sweat was slicking your forehead as more and more of his length was pushing past your tight entrance. It felt never ending, filling you constantly until you thought there was no room left inside you anymore. You felt so full of him, until finally the last row of piercings slid inside you.
"S-Seven…" You whimpered and Neteyam let out a deep groan, "eight."
"Smart girl," Lo‘ak teased from behind, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face as if he worried you weren’t able to see just how deep Neteyam was inside of you. But even with your eyes closed you could feel him, could feel the heat as he breached you, the weight of his cock, the smooth tip again your cervix and the eight little beads of steel massaging your body from the inside.
You tried to swallow a soft, needy sound, that would give away how bad you wanted him to move, hating how good he made you feel, but unable to hide it any longer.
"Don’t forget to breathe," he grins, and you release the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. The moment you exhale, Neteyam withdraws from your tight heat, only to slam himself right back in.
Now you know why he’s told you to breathe.
The moan he practically fucks out of you is loud and embarrassing. You’re sure the entire village had just heard you.
And then, Neteyam begins to move. His strokes are hard, deep and on point, his pace only increasing as time passes. Every time he enters you, you feel his piercings so clearly and your moans turn more desperate with every thrust of his hips. His eyes roam over you, starting from where you were connected— in and out, his cock glistening with your slickness. Then your breasts, bouncing every time your hips meet, only supported by Lo‘aks hands squeezing and toying with them. And finally your face, lips swollen red from occasional dirty kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.
Neteyam let out a grunt whenever he pulled back, before burying himself deep again, his cock knocking on your cervix as if he was made of steel too. There are words coming out your mouth, but you don’t recognize them as anything coherent. You think they’re curses, prayers, maybe even both.
You’re so lost in your pleasure, you don’t even realize that your eyes are falling closed, until Lo‘ak gives your cheek a few surprisingly gentle taps with his hand, jolting you back into reality.
"Hey, we‘re not done with you yet, txeptsyip [little flame]." He grins. "Can’t have you passing out on us now."
Lo‘aks hand then cups your face and squeezes your cheeks, forcing your jaw to drop, "yeah, that’s right. Open up for me."
You don’t know what possesses you in this moment to obey them so willingly, but when his face leans over yours, you eagerly stick your tongue out and let him lick over yours, before he let’s a thick droplet of spit land into your mouth.
It’s filthy and humiliating, and both men groan in perfect sync when you swallow down his spit.
"Fuck, you’re making me so hard," Lo‘ak sighs. The cock that’s buried deep inside you throbs in agreement and you mewl sickening sweet at that. Whatever it is that they’re doing to you, you don’t feel like yourself anymore.
This isn’t really you, missing your usual bite, your instinct to survive. This is a woman reduced to pleasure and nothing more. Just a hole for them to fuck. And worst of all, you were enjoying it.
Your head felt empty of all doubts and worries as you watched Lo‘ak move to kneel besides your head and then push down his loincloth to free his own cock. Your vision was slightly blurred from how hard Neteyam was thrusting into you, but you could still see the thin, polished ring of steel that was piercing through the head and the small slit of his tip.
Shuffling closer, Lo‘ak caressed your jaw with his hand, while he used the other to eagerly press his length against your lips, pushing until you opened up for him.
"C‘mon, suck my cock. Get it wet for me, baby."
So you did. Your tongue was stretched out as far as it could reach, and Lo‘ak immediately began sliding his length against the wet muscle. He tasted like ash and salty musk, heavy against your tongue and you moaned from deep within your throat before you slowly took him in your mouth.
"Fuuuck, there you go. That’s a good fucking girl," Lo‘ak groans at the sight, thrusting his hips forward to push himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue begins to swirl around his head, tasting the metal of his piercing, teasing it, before you hallow your cheeks and suck.
Simultaneously, Neteyam was thrusting into you harder, pushing you further against Lo‘ak’s cock until you were beginning to gag on it.
Everything was too much —too good, too deep, too fast, too rough. All you could do was lay there take it.
Soon, the brothers had found a rhythm both of them were benefiting from, and you were moved back and forth only by the thrusts of both of them.
"Look at her. She is perfect for us," Neteyam chuckled from above you, your inner walls clenching down hard on his cock at his words. "Such a good, obedient pet."
Every now and then your jaw was hanging slack, letting moans fall freely when hands you didn’t know belonged to which one of them started rubbing your clit in viciously fast circles. Sometimes it felt as if they were both fighting for their place to make your feel good, and it was two hands rubbing against that oversensitive little nub.
Lo‘ak gave a loud groan whenever that happened, seemingly enjoying being able to just thrust himself into you until he hit the back of your throat, using your mouth in such a filthy, dirty way that it made your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"So eager to please and so easy to use," he agreed with a grin. "I don’t care what path she chooses, I want to keep her."
It was embarrassing how fast Lo‘ak and Neteyam could turn you into a trembling, whimpering mess. The squelching sounds they expertly worked out of you only added further to your humiliation, but also your pleasure. At this pace, it was impossible not to come. And both brothers knew that.
Soon, you could feel that familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core, stealing the very air from your lungs as you moaned around the cock in your mouth.
Higher and higher you felt that tension building, felt it crawl under your skin, a warmth spreading through your core. You wanted— no, you needed to come. There was no way around it. You found yourself having no control over this, just letting yourself go because it felt too good to care about consequences, or what was right or wrong anymore.
Metal and steel was beginning to poison you from the inside out, corrupting you slowly, turning you into this mess.
It was a buildup of tension that arched your back and curled your toes and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, something in you snapped.
When you come, it’s like a wave of release and you scream.
It pulses throughout your body, making you moan, loud and lewd and you should probably feel a little embarrassed too, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when Neteyam was fucking you through it so good, his head falling back against his neck in pure bliss. And not when Lo‘ak was using the vibrations of your moans to get himself off of them, a fist in your hair to push you down his length.
You felt each of them pulse, and then there was nothing but heat. The heat of your own orgasm as it came crashing down on you, and then the warmth of cum flooding your insides from both ends as the brothers cursed under their breath, holding you down with greedy hands and making you take, take, take and then swallow, until you couldn’t take much more.
Lo‘ak was first to pull himself out of you, and immediately you were gasping for air. The salty taste of cum still lingered on your tongue as he bend down and shoved his own between your lips, leaving you breathless once more as he tastes himself on your tongue. There’s a brief moment of pain on your bottom lip, before he finally pulls back. You catch the glimpse of blood on the tip of his tongue, and when you mirror the way he was licking his lips, you taste copper of where he had bitten you.
"Sorry," he was grinning down at you, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "Couldn’t help myself."
Brows drawn together in a frown, a tiny part in the back of your head wanted you to sit up and finally do something— hiss, fight, scratch him, anything. But your limbs feel like molten wax, sticking to the furs like warm honey.
Still grinning sharply, Lo‘ak must’ve noticed, because he bend down to cradle your head in one of his strange, four fingered hands. But instead of helping you sit up, he was merely directing your gaze to what was happening between your thighs.
The older brother was still kneeling there, and only when the sight of his sweat slicked abs and his heaving chest caught your eyes, your core clenched around what you noticed was his cock still nestled inside of you.
As if he had been waiting for your attention, Neteyam then pulled out of you. He was doing it slow enough, you felt each row of metal graze along your oversensitive walls and a whimper broke free from you at the sensation. It was followed by the warm feeling of his cum oozing out of you after his cock had finally made way.
You feel wet, sticky and empty, and a fresh wave of shame washes over you as you watch Neteyam‘s mesmerized gaze, entirely hypnotized by the sight. Too tired to move, you’re forced to lay there and watch as he then raises a hand, collecting the cum that had dripped out of you, before shoving it back inside your cunt with two of his long fingers.
You nearly choke on a gasp as you feel them breach you in one fluid thrust.
"Ah-ah, I want you to keep it in there," Neteyam says, giving his fingers a twist that made you keen. "Until I have marked you properly, you will carry my seed so everyone can smell myself on you."
Once he had withdrawn his fingers, he brings them to his lips and licks them clean of you, his tail curling behind him as if pleased by the taste.
It’s the last thing you see before Lo’ak finally lets your weight sink back, your head resting against the thick furs beneath you again.
Before you know what’s happening next, they move with unsettling ease, one on either side of you, bodies closing in not to trap but to hold.
Neteyam lies down first, an arm sliding beneath your shoulders, steady and sure. Lo’ak follows a moment later, lazily stretching out behind you, his presence warm and close, like a living wall at your back.
Their hands are everywhere at once.
Cradling, stroking. Slow, absent motions meant to soothe you. Fingers trace idle patterns along your arms, your side, the curve of your waist, even your breasts. You hate how careful they are. Hate how your body responds to the warmth, the closeness, the simple fact of being held after all that had happened.
The fire crackles softly from somewhere behind you, and exhaustion presses down on you like a tide you can no longer fight. Your eyelids flutter despite your efforts, growing heavier with every slow breath you take.
"Sleep," Lo’ak murmurs. He nuzzles briefly into the crook of your neck, spreading his scent onto your skin. "You’re going to need it."
You feel a hand find your tail, fingers brushing along its length, teasing the soft hairs at the tip in a way that makes you shiver despite yourself. Neteyam leans in, his lips brushing your temple. The hand on your tail glides to its base, squeezing gently and your eyes finally fall shut.
The last thing you register, before sleep finally takes you out, is Neteyam’s voice in your ear, whispering softly,
"You belong to us now, txeptsyip [little flame]."
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HEY LANEY!! How are you?? I want to check up on you and send you some love 💜💜💜🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
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I’ve been doing better honestly, this Neteyam fic is eating my ass right now but I’m powering through it… but other than that I’ve been great! Just busy working the weekend 😮💨😮💨
How have you been? Hopefully everything is going well! Sending love back to you 💕💕
Warnings ⚠️: Caught masturbating, toothbrush used, voyeur Rotxo, reader having secret crush on Rotxo.
This was based off of this poll I did a while back, I realized I didn’t post it after having finished it
Holy shit this has been in my drafts since February 6th 2025 👀 you can thank @eywaite for its release
MDNI 🔞
Translation Station
Tawtute: Sky Person (human)
Tsmukan: Brother
Tewng: Loincloth
Word Count: 2.2 K
Sneaking around the tawtute metal house was something he had done before, but it was still weird to say the least, especially since he should be used to seeing the rather obscure object near the back side of the island where no one ever went. The metal building was brought onto the island as a means for the tawtute and her tsmukan to live at under the watchful eye of Jake Sully and his family, it was one of the conditions that must have been met every day in order for them to stay with us, but it blocked the view from the beach where Rotxo often came to think.
His knuckles knock on the metal, hearing it groan a bit after he’d touched it, a rather late reaction for the building to have, he’d noted, walking around the side of it as he continued letting his mind run amuck, his hand gliding on the one metal wall that didn’t have windows on it.
He knew Spider was still out swimming with Lo’ak and Payakan and that you’d be in there by yourself. He often thought about you in the moments when eclipse happened, as the sun shines brightly one last time before the world goes to sleep, he smiles a bit as he wanders over toward the first window, the one leading to Spiders room.
Inside was very neat and looked abandoned, at least thats what it looked like to him, there was something that resembled a sleeping mat but it was held up in the air by more metal, and a big boxed object that had drawers- he’d seen Spider pull them out before so he’s aware that its used to place things in- but other than the door, that was it.
Eclipse was bound to happen soon but the sun was still shining brightly, slightly lowered in the sky, Rotxo’s head peers around the corner and continues walking around the building, finally making his way toward the front of the building that faced the back of the island.
His view is filled with the ocean, the waves lightly lapping over each other as if they were getting ready to settle for night time, the light from the sun reflecting off the whites of the waves and making the water look even more calming if possible. His small smile coming through as he stops to admire the view before him.
It doesn’t take long for a small buzz to make its way toward his ears, something barely humming into the wind and he still picked it up, he figures he imagined it and continues to stare at the scenery, trying his hardest to take it all in. By this time the buzzing had paused, giving him the illusion of having heard it in the first place, but just as he relaxes his shoulders, the buzzing sound picks up again, and this time he can’t ignore it.
His brow bone furrows together as he twists his head toward the direction of the mysterious buzzing sound and comes to the conclusion that its coming from your room- at least he believes thats where it is coming from as he knew Spiders room was empty.
The sun had decided to slightly dip behind the planet opposite of the moon the male resided on, causing a change in the shadows of the world, making Rotxo turn his head toward the sun to watch as it disappeared behind the gas giant planet, he savors the moment for a second before the buzz captures his attention once more.
He crouches as he walks over in an attempt to keep himself quiet, his eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness that grows before him as the night sky appears over Pandora. He manages to make his way over to your window that remained uncovered halfway down, he takes in a deep breath before taking the time to get as close to the window as possible to stare inside, the sight before him baffling his mind.
He backs away from the window as a blush begins to grow on his face, surely he didn’t see what he thought he saw, and if he did, he should be a gentleman and walk away from the window, forgetting what he saw and probably head home without uttering a word. But the perverse thoughts in his mind urged him to sneak another peek, the tawtute inside hadn’t squealed with surprise at his presence, and as long as he stayed hidden he wouldn’t have to worry about being caught, so he shoves his flat nose onto the cool glass of the window, peeking in for just a second, or so he tells himself.
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I’d started to grow annoyed as the days went in, eventually blurring together from the consistent schedule I kept, from the moment I opened my eyes Spider would get on my ass to hurry so we could get started on our chores at the village. We often took breathing lessons from Tsireya even when we wore our masks outside of our rooms, I’m assuming it’s just part of learning the way of life here.
After being done with my day, Spider and I headed home, I’d ditched him at the door as I ran to my bed, tempted to scream as the tension in my body had been building all day, and I was still unable to do anything about it since Spider had a hard time leaving me alone.
He even came in my room and sat at the edge of my bed to bug me, asking me why I had been so distant lately, but I didn’t want to entertain it, telling him to leave me alone as I groaned into my pillow. He eventually took the hint and told me he’d go out for a swim with Lo’ak.
This piqued my interest as I’d finally be alone for a while and I’d be able to fix my attitude problem as soon as he left! Although I did give myself twenty-ish minutes after Spider left to ensure he didn’t turn back around due to forgetting something or changing his mind about hanging out with his best friend.
My patience had run thin as I stared at the digital clock provided to us by Norm, a way to keep track of time while being here, I went over toward our shared bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush, almost knocking the cup over. I practically ran to my room and pulled down my panties, kicking them off my foot and not waiting to watch it land as I jumped on the bed to spread my legs.
The day had gone on long enough and I knew I didn’t need time to prep myself as I looked at my toothbrush before pressing the button, hearing the buzzing come to life and making quick work to spread the lips of my cunt with my other hand.
A gasp passes my ears as soon as the flat head of the toothbrush vibrates against my clit, the bristles lightly adding tickly pressure on my labia, I dare to make small circles with the tool and bite my bottom lip. I close my eyes and begin to relax into the gentle vibrations of the toothbrush.
I could feel the warmth of the sun leaving my room as the warmth that had consumed me stayed consistent, I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling and grow bored, daring myself to picture that one particular Na’vi touching me in this way, closing my eyes and picturing him in this room with me.
He’d start by kissing me, I knew that, he was soft and gentle and caring, he’d probably kiss down my neck and lightly bite it, taking my breast in his hand and using his thumb, running it across my nipple, or probably experimentally pinch it. The hand I’d been using to spread my cunt open floats upward toward my breast, pinching the nipple as I imagined him to.
I’d been holding on to my crush on Rotxo for a hot minute, always attempting to steal glances when I could, trailing behind when we say goodbye to the friend group in the hopes that he looks back as I retreat. But all I could picture were curious glances and experimental flicks of his fingers on my body, potential lust coating his eyes as he pulls down my tewng and devours my pussy.
A moan ripples through and brings me out of my concentration as a gasp follows after as I felt my clit react to the motion of my toothbrush, I must have rubbed against a sensitive spot to have done that, experimentally pushing my toothbrush back at that spot and feeling my leg shake as my body thrums in the heat of the moment.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned rather loudly, thankful that Spider hadn’t come back, feeling my orgasm approaching as I rub small circles on my clit, my hand having abandoned my nipple, squirming past the toothbrush and shoving a finger inside my cunt. The one finger adding temporary relief before I felt as though I had to ground myself to stop the feeling of falling from consuming me.
I felt as though everything were out of control as the vibrations start pushing me toward the edge, my moans growing unstoppable as I continue rubbing circles on the most sensitive part of my clit, my legs shaking as I insert a second finger, pumping rather quickly.
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Rotxo couldn’t believe what he’d stumbled upon, he wonders if you were even aware that half your window was visible to the outside and that someone was watching you pleasure yourself, he watches as your toothbrush moves in small circles over your clit while the buzzing continues, the way the movements elicit a moan from your precious lips had him rushing to grasp his hardening length.
He breaths outward in a deep sigh before realizing how his breath caused the glass to fog over and cover up the delicious view he had, his head backs away from the glass, missing the way your body writhed in pleasure, before using the back of his hand to wipe it away, practically gluing his head back onto the cool glass.
He feels the first bouts of shame coursing through his veins as he swears your eyes were looking at him, to which the one hand that had started making its way toward his recently hardened length had stopped, but you’ve granted yourself even more pleasure by bringing your hand up toward your breast cupping it so gently, before your thumb and forefinger give a squeeze at the nipple and gently twisting the growing bud. His hand immediately grasping the hardened length in his tewng and pulling it out into the open air.
A hiss dies at his throat at the feeling of the cool breeze blowing against his warmed skin, his hand starting to thrust upward toward the head of his shaft, a bead of precome collecting up at the top before he places his palm over the sticky drop and attempts to spread it down his length, your moans reaching his ears as the buzzing sound feels as though its moving.
His eyes find your hand quick at work while running small circles around your clit, the moans from your mouth beginning to sound like the sweetest melody to Rotxo, a small whine coming out between his panting breaths.
“Please,” He mutters as he eyes the works of your hand, watching as your hand detaches from your nipple and trails down toward your own cunt, a finger pushing past and into your warmth as he groaned aloud, damning it all as he wishes to hear how sweet you sound when you come.
A grunt as he picks up his speed watching the way you desperately finger yourself. A second finger now joining the other, your moans growing impatient and whiny as you pick up your pace.
“Come tawtute, come.” He speaks into the glass with a low growl, he was sure if anyone else were around they would have heard him, he was pretty sure if you weren’t too busy with that buzzing object that you’d be able to hear him as well, but he was content that you couldn’t.
The buzzing of your little object must have been on some form of a timer as it suddenly stops working, a loud and short-tempered groan being heard from you, several English words being strung together in a sentence as the object is thrown right at the window he was using, Rotxo blinked instead of pulling his head back fast enough before capturing your eyes with his own.
“Maybe I can help?” He offers sweetly as he waves slightly, having let go of his length in order to do so, your legs had been quick to pick themselves up closer to cover your body upon seeing his eyes glued to your window, but you couldn’t help but nod at his sudden request.
“I’ll meet you at the door,”
His voice suddenly bringing your soul back to your body as you find yourself running over to the door to let him in.
Ignore the words “tidal wave” it was an Epic! The musical and afaa crossover-
DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE NEYTIRI HAD HER SIGNATURE “Jake hand” ON HER CHEST- ITS OFFICIAL, the whole “strong heart” thing is their official pre-war talk I swear!!!!
I din’t notice this the first time I watched AFAA but I di the second time and oml this is so them ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
She was the embodiment of beauty, literally everything and all things that could even be considered beautiful. She was it from her head to her toes, from the very tip of her ears all the way down to her tail.
A goddess told through every decade of Pandoras life, like a quiet whisper in the wind.
Your senses were assaulted with the smell of jasmine and the fresh ocean breeze. Such a peculiar smell but soothing it hung thick in the air something subtle, something intoxicatingly divine. Tisreya, aged and impossibly beautiful, stood before you.
Her ocean blue eyes wide held such a softness, and despite her age a hidden depth of mischief. Her long, flowing hair, the shade of midnight, cascaded down her back, a silken waterfall that caught the faintest glimmer of light. Her skin.. oh her skin the prettiest shade of turquoise, the swirls and patterns that adjourned her body as if she was the embodiment of the sea itself.
She was breathtaking, just as the goddess of beauty would be. Tsireya is the embodiment of beauty, literally everything and all things that could even be considered beautiful. She was it from her head to her toes, from the very tip of her ears all the way down to her tail.
You knew even the gods needed to get away, you had stumbled upon her sanctuary more often than not. Never making a noise though you were sure she knew you were around, you could tell by the slightest shift of her ears and the gentle flick of her tail.
You admired as she basked on the serene waters of the tide pools as she herself admired the beauty of the things around her.
“Will there ever be a day that you will finally join me Y/n.” Tsireya called out to you. “You always watch but never make any moves to join me.”
You stood frozen in place, surprised that she had even noticed you. Eyes darting between her and the still water thinking over your choice, but you knew that no matter what you had decided you’d go to her against your better judgment. One hesitate step after another you were vaguely aware of the way the sand felt beneath your feet.
Once you were within arms reach she pulled you close to her body, the force of the pull had sent you toppling over into the water. Coming up you wiped off the front of your mask, your lips pursed in a small pout as you moved around. Once you had situated yourself you noticed you had gotten comfortable on her thigh. The goddess herself didn’t seem to mind as she looked over your form.
Her ocean blue eyes seemed to look through you as if she were looking into the very depths of your soul. You watched the way her ears twitched and the subtle movements of her tail in the water. So engrossed in the motions of the water you didn’t notice her hand moving up to gently brush against your arm, the single touch had your body set alight with a deep sense of desire.
A small gasp left your lips as your body jerked forward on accident the movement creating a delicious sensation at your core as you ground down along her toned thigh. “You mortals are quite sensitive, very responsive to my touch.” She murmured, her eyes taking in the twisted expression on your face. You listened to the way she cooed softly at you as her free hand grabbed onto the side of your waist, grasping gently at your soft skin as she began to control your movements. “You are the prettiest mortal I’ve seen.. you almost put my beauty to shame.” She tilts her head to the side as she continues to move your body in a steady rhythm.
Your eyes are closed tightly as your teeth sink into the skin of your bottom lip, her hands clothing at the bottom of your shirt before your forced to release your shirt. Shaking hands trying to grasp at her arms and thighs, anything to keep you steady as you feel yourself slowly beginning to fall apart. “You look so pretty.” She whispered. “Look at you.. that’s it mortal, let me watch you fall apart.”
Your whimpers and moans filled the serene space between you two, body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure took over your senses. Each drag of your slickness rubbing just right against her flexed leg had jolt after jolt of white hot pleasure shooting straight to your needy clit. She hummed softly as she watched you finally come undone under her gaze, your body falling forward to rest against her body as you tried to regain your strength. “Beautiful..”
And in that moment, the whispering of the wind carried secrets of an undeniable pull of two souls drawn together by a connection that transcended time and beauty itself. It was the beginning of a story, whispered in the language of lust, a story that promised to be both breathtaking and unforgettably pleasurable.
I just wanted to speak my mind so it somewhat helps me go through everything that happened.
I wanted to talk about the fact that Neteyam and Lo’ak’s part in the beginning was very sweet and much needed since when Neteyam asks Lo’ak how he dies and he answers, Neteyam kind of brushes it off and says “It needed to be done” (or something along those lines) in a way to make Lo’ak feel like it wasn’t his fault- he wasn’t angry at his brother for it and didn’t put any blame on him either!
But the moment that Jake is pushing Lo’ak away from the council meeting with the tulkun you’d think Jake was going to tell Lo’ak that he does believe him BUT INSTEAD HE BASICALLY PUTS THE BLAME OF NETEYAM’S DEATH ON HIM- this was the first time I cried because I could feel the weight Lo’ak was feeling.
Not only that, but it pushes Lo’ak towards a new low, to the point where he wants to kill himself to lessen whatever burden he believes he placed on his family- which he didn’t!
Second, Spiri kissed and ot looked awkward as hell on the big screen because I don’t remember Kiri closing her eyes for it so she just stared at Spider like 👀 the whole time and it gave me second hand embarrassment 🤣
But also, when Kiri gives Spider the ability to breathe, you can hear in her prayer that she “had to do it” because the great mother (Eywa) “didn’t answer her” but it leads me to guessing- if Eywa didn’t answer Kiri herself, why give Kiri the ability to save Spider in the first place? 🤔
And leading more into the plot, my poor bay Rotxo died, you see him in the end in the spirit realm beside Ronal and it made me cry so hard because he was one of my ride or dies man.
Which leads me to bullying James cameron a little, I know theres only so much you can do in movies with secondary or even tertiary characters, but he did Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo dirty with how little screen time they got. But I do applaud him for allowing Tsireya to speak up for herself and stop listening to her parents and staying quiet just to keep the peace.
Thirdly, Ronal dying after giving birth to her baby and calling her Prill, if y’all don’t remember Ronal and Tonowari adopted Rotxo so in a way they hqd two boys and two girls together 😭 my lil heart!
But Spider growing a kuru and being able to breathe, Rotxo dying, and Ronal giving birth and dying after were all spoiled to me before I watched the movie leading to me feeling as though this movie was somewhat of a disappointment and rushed at the same time.
But one thing I cannot get out of my mind was when Neytiri started crying because Jake was going to “kill” Spider and you see Neytiri crying about it.
To me Neytiri is going back into her head about the memories of Spider and how even though she disliked him he was just a kid after all- and overall this kid she disliked still risked his own life to save her husband.
When we see her washing her mangkwan face paint off you notice her hands are still red in the water and it makes me wonder if at that moment she saw her hands and realized
“We all bleed red” regardless of their skin tone. They bleed the same color, they fight for the same goddess, they are one in the same and she misunderstood him for so long that she finally, finally gets it. They all bleed red.
Also- DID ANYONE NOTICE THE ENDING?!?!
In the last scenes of the movie, Spider does his communion where he is welcomed as a part of the people, he’s looking up and notices how beautiful it looks but theres one thing in particular I noticed.
There are a few people that reach out to touch him cautiously and calmly, as if to say “I see you brother” in a silent gesture.
But the one person who speaks “I see you” to Spider is none other than Eytukan…. AKA Neytiri’s father.
Idk if it will be confirmed or not, but the garb he is wearing, the little shoulder piece and the way he is dressed and the character looks so much like Eytukan that I can’t even believe it- but I can.
Hey Anemone!! I hope you are fairing well when do you plan on making the next part, part 7 for Ao’nung x reader ?
Hello, I am fairing well, thank you for asking!
I know I wrote down in the comments that I would be doing a part 7 but as I re-read my work I can’t help but to think that part 6 was a perfect ending to the whole story… so there will not be a part 7 :(
Warnings ⚠️: AFAB! Reader!, Voyeur Johnny, masturbation, p! In v! (Wrap it before you tap it)
No synopsis- it ruins the fic 😂
Not proofread ‼️
Word count: 3.9k
The rain hadn’t stopped all afternoon, drumming up a lazy hypnotic rhythm on the window that my bed happened to be pushed up against, gray light spilled across the room in soft muted stripes, just as my phone began to buzz for the third- no- fourth time on my side table.
I didn’t care to check it as it was the fourth time it had rang within a five minute span, but both my hands were full, and whoever was attempting to reach me could always leave a voicemail if it was important.
My web browser was opened to pornhub, the screen glowing as a low, velvet voice guided me towards release, an instructional video that promised to get me closer than my boyfriend could right now. My thumbs circled my nipples exactly as the man had instructed, the faint rasp in his voice curling a heat through me.
My earbuds stayed snug, the outside world slipping away. I clenched over nothing, chasing the ache that had been building for three long, frustrating days. Johnny was busy saving the world, and I couldn’t blame him, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
“Grasp your nipples with your thumb and forefinger, twisting gently, feel what my hands would do to you if i were there, sweetheart.”
That word- sweetheart- hit me hard. It was Johnny’s nickname for me, and hearing it from some stranger online made my hips search of friction, desperate for relief.
“Good girl,” the voice purred, as if it could sense the way my breath hitched. “Now run your hands lower. Slow, sweetheart… slower than that.”
I obeyed, fingertips dragging down low over my stomach, dragging my nails lightly over the skin as goosebumps prickled in their wake. My shorts felt too tight suddenly, the elastic biting into my hips, but I lingered at my waistband as instructed, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Touch yourself through your clothes. I want you to feel the heat you’ve been hiding from me all day.”
I pressed the heel of my hand into my clit, the pressure making my back arch off the bed, a mewl falling from my lips before I could stop it. My thighs tensed, every muscle strung tight with the promise of release, though I was far from it.
The phone on my side table buzzed again, I ignored it.
I thought of Johnny- the way he’d smirk of he could see how sprawled out and needy I was. He wouldn’t tell me to go slow- no, Johnny liked me desperate, messy, his name spilling from my lips before I even realized I was saying it. The thought made me press a little harder, a whimper escaping into the rain-muted room, my cheeks burning.
“Don’t rush,” the voice warned, firm now. “Circle your clit using small movements, just your fingertips.”
My breath shuddered as I obeyed, the faintest of touches making me shiver, the heat between my legs sharpened into a constant throb. My body wanted- needed- more, but I forced myself to keep the rhythm.
“Thats it,” the voice murmured, slower now, like he was savoring each word. “Think about my fingers sliding inside you, how wet you are for me.”
God I was wet, I could feel it, could almost hear it if I listened past the rain and the pounding of my own heartbeat. My free hand gripped the sheets, bunching the fabric on my fists as my hips rocked against my own palm.
I squeezed my eyes shit and let my mind wander. I imagined Johnny stretched out beside me, his breath warm against my ear, his fingers replacing mine, his cock hard and hot against my thigh. I imagined the way his voice would rasp when he got like this. The way his teasing seemed to break the second I begged for him.
“Slide your hand under your clothes,” The voice instructed. “Nice and slow. Let your fingertips feel every inch of you.”
The first brush of skin-to-skin made me moan outright. I bit my lip, but the sound still slipped through, my fingers were slick instantly, the sensation almost too much after days of wanting. I circled my clit again, this tome with nothing in the way, and my hips jerked involuntarily.
“Not too fast, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and commanding. “We’re not finished yet.”
The rain outside swelled, a sudden gust against the window making the glass rattle faintly, the steady drumming seemed to synch with the pounding in my veins, with the wet slide of my fingers, with the heat curling low in my belly.
Somewhere- distant, muffled through the earbuds- there was a soft click. The faint creak of a hinge, I didn’t notice it at first, too caught up in the rhythm I was building.
“Good,” The voice in my ear praises. “Stay right there on the edge, don’t come yet.”
My breath was ragged now, my chest rising and falling fast, eyes sitting closed, body humming, my whole focus narrowed to the aching, the desperate coil of tension between my legs.
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Johnny hated downtime.
Saving the world was easy compared to sitting around and doing nothing. The second Reed had hinted that they’d been “done for the day”, Johnny was halfway put the door, still smelling faintly of smoke and scorched fabric.
His phone was in his hand before he hit the street, one thought and name already there, you.
But there was no answer.
He frowned, his thumb running rampant across the screen to see if he’d gotten a missed text stating you’d be busy, but there had been no such notification, he’d tried calling again, no answer, he tried again, same response.
“Okay sweetheart, playing hard to get.”
It’s possible she could have been busy enough she forgot to send a text, she may even be napping with how the dreary the weather was, maybe she was doing something else and her phone was out of reach, maybe…
By the fourth call, his restlessness had turned to curiosity, and curiosity had always been dangerous for him. He didn’t even bother announcing himself when he let himself into the building, perks of having a key- perks of being the Human Torch.
The rain followed him in, beading on his leather jacket, dampening the edges of his hair. Everything was quiet except for the soft, steady hiss of water against the windows. He steps into the lobby and finds the familiar set of stairs that would lead to your apartment building, taking two steps at a time until he reaches the landing, and the familiar hallway that lead to your door.
He smirks to himself as he uses the key ring he had to grasp the second key- the key to your front door- and slides it into the key hole. Theres a click that tells him the door was opened, he smiles to himself before stepping inside of the main hallway of your apartment.
Thats when he heard it.
Not the rain, nor the TV, but something softer. A breath broken in the middle, a soft moan, and something else that went straight towards his cock.
He froze just outside your bedroom door, heart thudding once in his chest before it settled into a slower, heavier beat. The faint, tinny spill of a man’s voice filtered out into the hallway- low, deliberate, instructing.
And then he saw you.
The door had been left ajar, just cracked enough for him to catch the angle of your body in bed, your shirt was rucked up over your breasts, your fingers working themselves over with lazy, desperate precision. Her expression caught between focus from the voice spilling in from her ear buds, and surrender, her brows knitting together with her lip tucked between her teeth.
His jeans tightened instantly, the pressure almost painful, he swallowed hard, staying perfectly still in the doorway, letting the hear pool low in his stomach as he watched.
And yet you had no idea he was there.
The voice in your ear said “Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” and you shivered. Johnny almost groaned, that was his word. His. Hearing someone else say it and watching you react that way was enough to make his pulse spike.
His hand twitches on his side as he fights the urge to palm himself, get some sort of relief, but not yet. He wanted to see how far you would take this, how far you’d push yourself without knowing he was standing right there, cock straining in his jeans, eating you up with his eyes.
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The ache was unbearable now. My breath came in short, needy pants as I fought against my shorts, groaning before lifting my hips to shove them down my legs. They landed somewhere between the wall and the bed, with a dull thud, forgotten instantly.
“Circle that pretty little clit for me, feel how needy your cunt is for my cock.”
The growl in his voice made my hips buck against my hand, finally giving myself permission to glide my fingers over my hardened nub.
“Fuck,” I gasped as my head fell back. I dipped my fingers down toward my entrance, collecting a fat bead of slick before circling my clit in tight, fast spirals.
My thighs pressed against my hand, trapping it momentarily without preventing my fingers from continuing their job well done, the slick sounds embarrassingly loud in my quiet room. The rain only seemed to make it worse- or better- a steady rhythm against the window that matched the pulse of my clit.
“Good girl,” The voice in my ear praises, velvet over gravel. “Stay right there for me, don’t you dare stop.”
I whimpered, arching into my own touch, my free hand twisting over a pebbled nipple until my back bowed against the mattress, my legs trembling as the heat curled tighter, sharp and hot, like the kind of edge that made me want to scream.
The man in the audio kept talking, drawing the picture in filthy, deliberate detail- how he’d have me on my knees, how he’d fuck me slow before ruining me completely. Every word went straight between my legs, pooling there until I was a mess of slick and shaky breaths.
“God, yes…” I murmured, not even realizing I’d spoken out loud.
“Slide two fingers in for me, sweetheart, I want you to feel how good I’d fill you up.”
There he goes again with that nickname, my core clenched so hard I almost came on the spot. I obeyed without thinking as I dipped two fingers in the wet heat of my cunt and groaning at the stretch. The sound was shameless, a needy, broken thing that echoed in my own ears.
The angle was awkward, my wrist burning with the effort, but I didn’t care- my hips chased it, rocking into my own hand, my body greedy for more.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on those fingers, pretend its me.”
I bit down on my lip, hard, my eyes squeezed shut as I fucked myself faster, the wet smack of my palm against my cunt grew louder, my clit throbbing so bad I could cry. I was close- so close- the kind of close where the world narrows to a point where everything else fades out.
“Don’t come yet, sweetheart.” The voice orders.
I let out a loud, frustrated whine, hips jerking, fingers curling deep inside me to try and hold the orgasm at bay. My toes curl as my legs shake with the effort. I could feel my heartbeat between my legs, hear my own pulse in my ears, the ache was unbearable. I opened my mouth to beg, didn’t even know who for, when my eyes fluttered open, brows knit together before I froze.
He was here.
Standing in the doorway, rain-dark hair, leather jacket unzipped, eyes locked on me like he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. And God- the bulge in his jeans left no doubt exactly what he thought of the show I’d been putting on for him.
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Johnny didn’t move when your eyes snapped open, if anything, he leaned on the doorframe a little harder, letting the corner of his mouth curl into a smirk that was equal parts gotcha and God you’re perfect.
You froze like a deer in the headlights, but he didn't give you the chance to scramble for the blanket, or an excuse. Not when you were spread out like that, fingers buried in your own heat, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.
Every second he stood there, he memorized something new- the way her lops were kissed swollen from biting them, the faint tremble on her thighs, the exact shade of flush painting her chest. The rain on his back was nothing compared to the hear rolling off her.
“Couldn’t answer your phone,” He drawled, voice low and lazy, eyes locked between your legs. “Guess I know why.”
You opened your mouth, maybe to explain, maybe to tell him to het out, he didn’t let you.
Two long stride and he was at the edge of the bed, shrugging off his damp jacket and tossing it somewhere he didn’t care about. Up close, the wet shine on your fingers made his cock throb but he could smell you now, sweet and warm, the scent hitting him like a punch in the gut.
“You’ve prepped yourself enough,” He said, the smirk deepening into something hungrier. His hand goes towards his belt, working it open without breaking eye contact, his eyes darkening before speaking.
“You can take my cock, yeah?” He didn’t wait for an answer- never even gave you the space to think about one.
The zipper came down with a hiss, shoving his jeans down low to free himself, the heavy length of him flushed and ready. Your gaze flicked down, the look on your face part awe and desperation, has him fighting to keep from groaning outright.
“Move your hand,” he ordered, not unkindly, but with the kind of command that made his voice scrape low in his chest. When you hesitated, he chuckled, leaning forward to brace one hand beside your head, his free hand coming up to take your singular earbud out.
“I’m not going to ask twice, sweetheart.”
You moved your hand, slow like you weren’t sure if you should, this only made him harder. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking once, slow, letting the weight of the moment hand heavily between the two of you.
Your thighs were still trembling, parted just enough for him to see the pink swell of your slick folds, swearing under his breath as his jaw tightened.
“Look at you,” He murmured, his grin curling into something sharper. “Dripping for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
He lined himself up, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, just to feel the heat for a heartbeat longer. The sound it made was wet and obscene and it had his smirk faltering into a sharp inhale.
Your hips shifted toward him without thinking, taking more of his length willingly, he catches your chin between his fingers, meeting your gaze.
“Thats it, just like that,” He coaxes while his thumb rubs along the length of your chin carefully, like you might disappear if he isn’t gentle. “You want it bad, don’t you?”
You bit your lip but didn’t answer, it didn’t matter, he could see it all over your face. Without warning he pushes in, slow enough to feel every inch of you stretching around him, but firm enough that you gasped.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” He groans, head tipping forward. “You’re tight.”
He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against your own, the hear of you wrapped around him so complete it made his vision pulse at the edged. When he finally looks back down at you, your lashes weee fluttering, lips parted, and your breathing was quick and shallow.
“Yeah…” He breathed, his grin returning. “Knew you could take me.”
He draws back enough to push. Ack on again, the motion smoother this time, your wetness making it easy to glide between your folds, the sight of himself disappearing into you making his cock twitch.
“Should’ve been here instead of wasting time with that guy in your ear buds,” He said, his tone dripping into that smug, possessive place that was all Johnny Storm.
“Bet he couldn’t make you this full.”
He sets a rhythm that was unhurried but deliberate, each thrust pressing deeper, dragging across every sensitive spot he knew you had.
“Johnny, please-“ His cock seems to punch out all of the air in your lungs as he crosses that special spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.
Your nails curl into the sheets around you, your head tipping back as a loud moan slips out, and Oh God he ate that sound like it was oxygen.
Johnny could feel you starting to tighten around him, the telltale clench that warned you were close, not yet. He slowed his hips, drawing almost all the way out before sinking back in with maddening leisure, just to feel you whine beneath him.
Your fingers twitched like you wanted to reach for your clit, and he caught your wrist before you could, pinning it to your mattress.
“Uh-uh,” He said, voice low but full of that cocky warmth that made you want to slap and kiss him at the same time. “You’ve already prepped yourself enough, you can take it.”
He didn’t wait for an answer yet again not when he already knew the answer.
His thrusts stayed deep but painfully slow, every movement stretching the moment out, letting the wet sound of him filling you spill into the quiet as the rain began to fizzle out.
“You’re not coming until I say so.”
Your hips bucked either way, chasing him, and he grinned like he’d won something.
“Thats cute, sweetheart, think you can get there without me?”
He shifted his angle, pressing into you in a way that made you gasp, and then he pulled out again, not giving enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes were glassy now, lashes damp, lips trembling with the need to finish. Johnny leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear, his words a low rumble.
“You’re gonna stay right here for me,, right on this sweet little line. Feel how hard I am for you. Thats all you get until I say.”
He held you there, keeping the same torturous rhythm, watching you writhe beneath him, muscles twitching, every breath breaking into soft, desperate sounds. His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip tight to keep you from rocking into him.
“God you’re hot like this,” He groaned, his cock throbbing with the effort it took not to loose himself. “All needy, all mine.”
Your eyes found his, pleading without words, and he smirked again, rolling his hips just enough to give you a taste of what you wanted, then pulling back before you could have it.
“Not yet, sweetheart, I’m going to make you beg.”
He could see it- that moment where your body was starting to shame, where your thighs were struggling to decide whether to close around him or stay spread for more. You were holding your breath without realizing it and he could feel every tremor of restraint on his cock.
“Sweetheart,” He murmurs , leaning down until his hips brushed your temple before planting a sweet kiss on it. “You’re right there, aren’t you?”
You gave the tiniest nod, desperate, but he still didn’t cave on giving you what you wanted. Instead, he pulled almost all the way out again, watching your eyes flash with panic like you thought he might actually stop.
His smirk was pure sin. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you nice and slow, letting me play with you.”
He groans as his hips snap forward once, making you cry out, your sweet moans consuming him at this point.
“Thats it,” he growled, voice breaking a little aa his control frayed. “You wanna come? You’re going to take it exactly how I give it to you.”
He set a new pace- deep, fast, relentless- the kind that made the headboard knock faintly against the wall, your neighbors were probably going to be upset.
Every thrust hit that spot that had you squeezing your eyes tighter, vision turning white, and he felt her clench hard, the fluttering around him meaning she couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Johnny-“ you gasp, half warning, half plea.
“Now,” He ordered, his voice rough. “Come on my cock, sweetheart, lemme feel you.”
You broke apart instantly, the tension snapping all at once. Your back arched, your nails dug into his shoulders, mouth falling open in a loud cry before it turned to a sharp gasp, then a moan making his hips stutter.
He kept fucking you through it, loving the way you pulsed and shook around him, your legs trembling against his sides.
The heat in his stomach finally spills over, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep one last time, groaning your name as he came. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged pull of their breathing, Johnny leaning down to brush his lips over your cheek, still attempting to catch his breath.
“Worth ignoring my calls for, huh?” He teases, smirk lazy but satisfied.
Johnny stayed inside you, buried to the hilt, because pulling out now felt wrong. You were still fluttering around him in little aftershocks, and every pulse made him bite back another groan.
Your body was warm and loose beneath him, but your chest still rose and fell like you’d ran a marathon. He braced one forearm beside your head and let his other hand drift lazily down your stomach, over the soft akin he’d been desperate to touch all day.
“Mm,” he hummed, his voice still wrecked. “You took me so well… you could probably take me again right now.”
You’d made a weak sound in protest, but it melted into a little laugh when he noses at your jaw.
“I’m serious,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips. “Bet if I moved just a little, you’d be begging again.”
He takes the time to rock his hips once- slow and indulgent- and felt as your entire body ripples into shivers.
“See I knew it.”
Your fingers curled into the back of his neck, nails grazing lightly as of you couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away. He kisses the edge of your mouth, the. Your cheek, the. The corner of your eye, the heat in him cooling into something almost lazy.
Outside, the rain had stopped completely, in here it was just the two of you and the faint hum of the city beneath the sound of their breathing. Johnny finally eased out of you, but kept his hand on your hip, like letting go all the way wasn’t an option. He flopped onto his back beside you, hair sticking damp to his forehead, still grinning like he’d just won something.
Because he had.
“You know,” He said as he turned his head toward you. “If you’d picked up one of those calls, I’d have been here sooner.”
You roll your eyes but he’d caught the smile you attempted to hide.
“Guess I’ll just have to start showing up uninvited,” he added, draping an arm over your stomach and tugging you towards his side.
He kisses her hair, still smug. “Not like you mind.”
You hummed, curling against him, he felt her breathing start to slow, and for a rare moment, Johnny didn’t feel restless at all.
Warnings ⚠️: AFAB! Plus Sized! reader, Fingering, Brief P!inV! (Wrap it before you tap it folks!), Johnny being cocky
Reader starts off as Reeds assistant and figures Johnny stares at her for all the wrong reasons, until she manages to put the pieces together after being caught laughing at one of Ben’s jokes.
I hope you guys enjoy!
Tagging the lovely @tallulah477 I appreciate you ❤️
Word count: 5.9k
He couldn’t convince himself to ever fall for someone that looked like you because he was used to his own personal preference of liking women who were slim and taut, bot that he was trying to be rude in any way by only liking slimmer women, and he never thought full figured women were ugly, they were just different and weren’t really for him.
But there had been something about the way your hips would sway that had him sporting a semi constantly whenever you were around, the width of your hips supporting those two globes he often wanted to grab or smack or even jostle in his hands, something about the way your breasts looked fuller and more appealing to him any time you’d lean down slightly and your cleavage was on display, but you were a shy one, often wearing modest clothes that covered you up, but those curves were always on display.
You were hired as Reed’s personal assistant around the lab, someone who didn’t know much about science or mathematics, honestly you didn’t know much about the fantastic four, making you the perfect candidate as Reed preferred someone who wouldn’t oogle him, his brother in law, nor Ben.
But you had a knack for organization, whether it came from you writing it down on your agenda or having every memory of where any file was placed, you were brilliant, and that was what Reed needed in an assistant, someone reliable.
Johnny knew there wasn’t a problem with liking someone like you, but he knew that of he ever overstepped, Reed would be pissed, so he often pretended you weren’t around, it helped with his little problem from time to time, until the moment you stepped up to him and he could feel his blood rushing south.
He could feel himself turning into a middle schooler all over again, nervous whenever his crush came around to the point where his palms started to sweat, but now that he’d hit puberty his little friend was starting to react too, it wasn’t something he could help, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it if Reed found out.
You’d stepped over so sweetly, whatever file Reed had handed you was tucked against your chest, hiding everything but the sway of your hips as you nervously approached him, your lips started moving but nothing was reaching Johnny’s brain as all he could think of was stuffing his cock between them, wondering how swollen and red they’d get, if you would even swallow his load or spit it out.
“-and he wanted me to come over to ask you what it was you’d need.”
He freezes as the last of your words finally make their way into his fucked up brain and he’s able to decipher half of your message, but he’s pissed at himself for missing the beginning, unable to depict what your words mean, a stupid confused look running through his face as he thinks as hard as he could to remember what it was you said, but he couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, I missed what you said.” He stated nervously as he finally looks up to your eyes and hears you repeat your question for a second time.
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“Ben is getting groceries and wanted me to come over to ask what you needed.” I repeated my words to Johnny nervously, hugging the file even closer and bringing my arms up to ensure it didn’t fall out of my hands.
I’d originally been hired to become Reed’s personal assistant to keep track of his files and equations, often finding myself copying his work on a sheet of crisp paper to clean it up after the mess he’d made on the chalk board, but over time I found myself picking up a fee more tasks here and there, eventually becoming three fourths of the Fantastic Four’s assistant.
The human torch was often monotone and colder towards me and I had a feeling it was because he didn’t like my presence all that much, so I’d taken it upon myself to keep our encounters to a minimum and not overstep, assuring myself to stay out of his way as to not annoy him. Although I had caught him staring at me with a particular look on his face I couldn’t place, I’d realized each time it happened I’d laughed particularly louder than I would have otherwise at one of Ben’s jokes, wanting to utter an apology but averting my eyes from him and turning around once more, I’m certain if I tried apologizing I’d receive no response from him.
“Maybe some cereal,” He trails off at the end, his stare averting from mine before he turned his head and nodded once.
“Yeah.” He stated in a sure manner before stepping around me and walking away. I sighed out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and nod, of course he’d want cereal- speaking of which, he’d left a box of cereal in Reed’s work station and I should probably get it before Reed gets upset.
I turn swiftly and walk over towards Reed’s personal office in the lab, taking the file from my chest to read the title I’d written on it after peeking at it earlier, sliding myself into his office and opening one of the filing cabinets and letting my fingers glide across the alphabetized files before sliding this one in. Turning once more to walk out of the office and towards the coffee pot.
I’d taken the liberty to swing my the kitchen to grab some vanilla syrup, closing the cabinet with my hip before walking over towards the pot that had finished brewing. I took the marker out of my pocket and labeled three cups with the three names I often scribbled on. I grasped the pot with a careful hand and filled each cup to a specific point.
Ben’s cup was filled to the brim with hot black coffee, no sugar, no creamer, no flavor, just plain and hot. Next was Reed’s cup, filling it a little under the brim to ensure I had room for four sugars, but he also preferred no creamer to his. And lastly was Sue’s, I squirted two pumps of vanilla into her cup, added three sugars and a dash of creamer, then proceeded to pour a dash of coffee in, grabbing it with my free hand and swirling the flavors around before filling it the rest of the way up.
I grasped all three coffee’s in my hand and headed over towards Reed first, he stood by the chalk board attempting to figure… something out, but I walked behind him and placed his coffee on his desk, making sure to step out of his way as he instinctively reaches back for the cup and takes a swig. He sighs happily and his shoulders appear less tense before setting his cup back down and I watched his arm stretch back toward him.
“You’re a life saver.” He comments and I laugh lightly before going over toward Sue, she sometimes slept in when Franklin let her and I haven’t seen her around, walking over toward her office door holding her coffee out just in time to see her pop out, she takes a step back with a surprising oh leaving her lips before she takes her coffee and drinks from it, her smile spreading before taking a second drink all while I pass by her.
“Thank you, sweets.” She comments as she takes a third swig and I chuckle before replying.
“You’re most welcome, sweets.” I smile as I head back towards Reed’s lab to circle back towards Ben, ensuring to grab Johnny’s cereal box he’d left, thankful that Reed hadn’t turned around during our interaction, and finally getting back toward the man with the grocery list.
“He said he wanted more cereal.” I stated while shaking the half full box in my hand and sliding his coffee toward him at the same time.
Ben only shakes his head in a disappointed but half expectant manner as he jots it down.
“Oh!” I pop up again as I remembered something. “Sue mentioned the other day that she may need more size two diapers for Franklin, she was down to her diaper bag stash and I think she’s about out.”
“Your memory is truly impeccable.” Ben states kindly as he jots down the diapers.
“Did you need anything?” He asks and I can feel my cheeks getting red. I’d asked him a week ago if he could grab cookies from the grocery store since I’d been on my period and craving something sweet, he’d ended up going out of his way to a bakery and grabbing ones he thought I’d like.
“N-no, I’m good, but thank you I appreciate it.” I added and watched as he smiled, I was too embarrassed to mention that even though I wasn’t craving them, I’d actually want more of those cookies.
“I’ll definitely get you more cookies.” He responded before standing up and walking out, his coffee in hand, grocery list in the other.
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It wasn’t long before Johnny had found another file while snooping through Reed’s office, something he wanted to be brought to light with his brother-in-law’s brilliant mind, he knew how much of a hard ass he could come across as but he truly wished Reed set aside some time to be more inventive and allow himself to have fun and relax every once in a while.
His feet stopped walking as soon as he’d heard a familiar laugh ring through the air, the hair on his arms standing at attention at the woman whose laughter was cut off with an adorable snort before her laughter continued again, he was allowing himself to enjoy it until he’d heard the gravelly laugh of his best friend joining in, his body stiffening at the thought of someone else making you laugh.
His grip on the manila folder tightens as he hears the two of you having a grand old time, it appears you’ve gotten close with Ben over the course of eight months you’d worked with everyone, and it was a huge punch to the chest that he couldn’t be the one to make you laugh like that, letting out a short and quick exhale before stepping through the door before he could stop himself.
“Didn’t realize it was comedy hour,” His voice comes our rather rough and even he wants to recoil from how disgusted he sounded.
He’d watched as you’d jumped at his sudden intrusion, the crinkles in your eyes disappearing as your smile falters, your hands coming off of Ben’s shoulder rather quickly.
“Johnny,” You greeted without much enthusiasm. “Didn’t see you there,” You offered a polite smile his way, maybe you were trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, not surprising.” Came his quick witted remark and he’d wanted to punch himself for speaking so rudely to you, but it was like he couldn’t help it as the familiar feeling of jealousy grew in the pit of his stomach, he wanted to stop but he couldn’t.
“We were just-“ You began to explain before it was cut short.
“Laughing?” He questions and for the first time his eyes meet yours, icy blue meeting sweet and confused before he opened his mouth again. “Yeah I heard.” He shifted his gaze downward to attempt to stop himself from sounding like a prick but it made him look like an asshole.
“Is that… is that a problem?” You blinked as you were thrown for a loop at how much this was disturbing him, u sure of why but certain you had somehow crossed an invisible line with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to know which line it had been, although you weren’t too fond of his tone right now.
“No. Why would it be?” He asks and you almost gave him sass, a nasty remark that would probably get you fired but you didn’t care at this point, you didn’t stand for being ridiculed, until he opened his mouth again, a much softer and gentler tone than previous.
“Didn’t know you laughed like that around him.”
“Excuse me?” You asked rather flabbergasted at his choice of words, were you not allowed to have a good time with the people in the group that actually tolerated you, or does he hate you so bad that he doesn’t want to see you enjoy yourself?
“Forget it.”
“What exactly is your issue, Storm. You usually go out of your way to ignore me and now you’re… what, mad that I laughed at someone else’s joke?”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then what?” You asked in an annoyed fashion before he brings the manilla folder out from under his arm and practically raises it in front of your face.
“Nothing. Just found something I thought Reed would like to see.” He doesn’t wait to turn around and walk away after you yank it from his hands, an insult building at the back of your throat, but Johnny had disappeared before you could voice it.
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I stood there with the manilla folder in my hand, staring at the spot Johnny had disappeared from with confusion wrapped around my brain, the words I’d wanted to say uselessly dying on my tongue.
Johnny Storm was the most insufferable man I had ever met. He’d been rude, dismissive, arrogant, and now he was jealous? No. That didn’t make any sense. He did not like me- He’d made that plenty clear since day one with his clipped words and cold stares, walking out of the room two seconds after I’d entered it, I told myself that I didn’t care, I’d stopped trying to make him like me months ago.
But something about his tone was making me second guess myself, why was the way he looked at me -like it physically hurt him to watch me laugh with someone else- make my heart almost lurch out of my chest.
I froze for a beat as I began to wonder what I was thinking, theres no way I discerned that from a simple interaction with him, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me otherwise.
“He’s just being a jackass,” Ben stated as he stood beside me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, the type of action that meant I’m here for you.
“Are you okay?” He asks again after a beat of silence.
I only blinked as I tried to process my own emotions from the altercation, trying to mask the chaos swirling in my head, but wondering why this was all happening in the first place.
“Yeah, I just…”
What? What was I supposed to say? That Johnny storm, world-class asshat and full thorn on my side has just looked at me like I’d betrayed him? Like the sound of me laughing with Ben had punched a hole on his heart?
No.
That was insane.
“Is he always like that?” I asked as I attempted to sound casual, like this situation wasn’t bugging me, but I believe the both of us knew how much it was bothering me- my heart pounding louder than my voice.
“Johnny is Johnny, he get’s moody, you know how he is.” Ben shrugs.
I swallowed thickly because the truth of the matter is I did know. So why did it feel like he cared now- but an even better question to that was- why the hell was it bothering me now?
“He doesn’t like me,” I stated like I’d been trying to get myself to believe it all over again, the waver in my voice causing me to not believe it anymore, but it was true mere moments ago- he hated me, right? And when I expected Ben to argue and tell me that it wasn’t true, he met me with a question instead.
“Sure about that?”
I hated how that made my pulse spike, hated how even more that I suddenly couldn’t remember why I’d been so sure of that in the first place, because Johnny didn’t act like a man who didn’t like me, he was acting like a man trying not to.
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Walking over to place his cup of coffee with four sugars in front of him this time I couldn’t help but let out a small sigh as my thoughts ran rampant. Reed had barely looked up from the lab desk he was at when he spoke, eyes not coming up to meet mine as he continues wiring some new invention, voice projecting to make sure I heard him.
“Could you and Johnny take the hovercar and grab the component I left in my secondary lab? I’ll need it for this experiment to work.” His eyes were glued as he carefully splits the wiring.
“Johnny?” I blinked and felt near frozen, I thought I’d have the rest of the day to avoid him, but of course, the universe was cruel.
“Mm,” Reed nods absently before letting go of his trinket and grasping a pen to write something in his horrible chicken scratch that I’d have to rewrite later before continuing. “Ben isn’t back yet, Sue’s busy, Johnny can drive.” He reassures me.
The hovercar was quiet- too quiet.
I could hear the gentle hum of the engine as we drove, the soft hissing of the air regulator that disappeared whenever the gas pedal was pushed a little harder, and the sound of my own heart thumping in my chest. My fingernails were tempting me to chew on them as I nervously bounced my leg in the passenger seat, the weird component Reed had asked for rocking back and forth with each bounce of my leg, the silence was beginning to get too loud for me to handle, and yet I refused to be the first to speak.
Johnny had sat with a death grip on the controls, like they’d personally offended him somehow. Ever since Reed had made him drive me to the secondary lab, he’d kept his lips sealed, not even asking me if I had buckled in before he took off.
Which was fine.
Totally fine.
Except it wasn’t.
Not after everything that had happened yesterday night, not after that look he gave me, like I’d wronged him for simply laughing at one of Ben’s jokes, not after the folder slap and storm-off performance.
“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist the whole ride back, or…?” I had unfortunately been the first to crack, the anger growing in my chest after finally expressing how uncomfortable the silence had made me, my eyes peering over toward him watching for any kind of reaction.
“I’m not pretending.” He graces me with an answer, his jaw tightened before speaking, yet he refused to look over at me.
“Could’ve fooled me.” I stated as I leaned back in my seat, finding it in me to stop bouncing my leg, opening my big fat mouth again. “You only talk to me when its absolutely necessary, and even then, you act like you’re doing me a favor.” I crossed my arms against my chest.
His arms tighten on the wheel. “Thats not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” I shot back, shooting daggers toward him, I just couldn’t believe he was telling me what wasn’t fair.
“Because from where I’m sitting, you go out of your way to ignore me… until suddenly I’m laughing at someone else’s joke, and then you get jealous out of nowhere.” I’d about had it, but he stays silent after that, continuing with our path back to the baxter building.
“What is your problem with me, Johnny?” I asked as I allowed myself to be vulnerable with that question, not able to wrap my brain or thoughts around it any more, wanting to give him a chance to tell me why it is I bother him so much.
He exhales slowly- controlled. Almost too controlled.
“I don’t have a problem with you.”
“Thats not what it feels like.”
He turned his head just enough to glance at me, this has been the first time he’s ever willingly turned to look at me, and his eyes weren’t cold, they were on fire.
“You think it’s easy for me to ignore you?” He asks, voice low and rough. “You think I want to act like a dick every time you walk in the room?”
My breath catches as he speaks, he isn’t yelling, and surprisingly doesn’t have his signature smirk, he was there… unfiltered.
“Then why do you?” I asked with my voice barely above a whisper, not quite understanding what it was he was attempting to tell me, my eyes meeting his.
“Because if I didn’t,” He growled, eyes flickering to my lips, then back toward my eyes. “I’d end up doing something I couldn’t take back.”
The hovercar lands with a soft thud, not allowing me to wrap my mind around the words he’d stated, yet neither of us moved. The silence buzzes between us, thick and electric.
“What kind of something?” I find myself blurting out, heart thudding against my ribs.
He finally turns toward me, completely this time, and the look on his face was nothing short of hunger. He hadn’t touched me yet, but it felt like he had, his eyes dragged over my face, down to my chest, and back up again. Hot, slow, and consuming.
“The kind that starts with me backing you up against the control panel,” He stated, voice dark and barely restrained. “ and ends with me showing you just how long I’ve been not thinking about you.”
I felt a heat surge straight through my body, low, deep, impossible to ignore, and suddenly it settles on my core.
“Well you haven’t done a very good job.” I murmur, surprised at my own response.
“No,” He admitted, voice thick with want. “I haven’t.”
His sudden proximity hadn’t surprised me until his lips finally collided with mine, one hand coming to cup my cheek while the other grasped my hip, my mouth almost detaching from him as he presses his hand on my hip harder but the hand on my cheek had traveled behind my neck and kept me stagnant.
I’ve had one person touch me the way Johnny was my whole life, truthfully I was confident then, but with the way my body was I couldn’t begin to think what thoughts may be running through his head, was he even sure he wanted this, especially with me?
I know the type of women Johnny Storm would bed, doubt creeping up in my mind as my thoughts spiraled, until he playfully bit my lip to draw a gasp out of me, his tongue taking the chance to explore my mouth, the component making a loud sound as it falls out of my lap, snapping my head back from the kiss and staring down at the part.
“Reed’s going to kill me!” I exclaimed and watch as Johnny playfully rolls his eyes.
“Can we not mention him while we’re- you know.” His signature smirk is back and he looks like the same cocky bastard he was when I’d first met him.
“We should really get this part to him,” I stated silently and watch as the hovercar’s hatch hisses open, Johnny reaching between myself and the floor to grasp the part, carelessly holding it with one hand as he tugs my arm, effectively sliding me across the center and driver’s seat. I place my feet on the cement below as soon as he lets go of my arm and I feel the warmth he’d provided slipping away.
Johnny makes his way through the garage rather quickly as I watch his slender legs taking long strides towards the elevator, his ass a rather great view, but I had to stop myself from giggling like a school girl or else it would lead to him asking questions I didn’t want to answer. He presses the button and the elevator dings automatically, I manage to slide in just before he turned around, feeling my nerves on fire from the kiss we’d shared, but I’m quick to press the basement button where Reed was.
The actual lab he was in was conveniently in the basement of the building, it had the most space and it made the most sense for the types of projects Reed wanted to run, his half lab was in the penthouse of the building where he could do his controlled and already tested projects, while his second lab was located away from here.
This elevator ride was quiet, but not like the silence we’d experienced before, this silence was thick and charged, my heartbeat was once again loud in my own ears. Johnny didn’t even pretend to face forward once I turned to take a peek, his eyes dragging over me like he’d been peeling back every layer.
The elevator dings to let us know we’ve arrived on our floor and the doors pop open, I take my eyes off Johnny and head on over toward where the lab was, except his hand enclosed around my wrist once more- not rough but firm enough to make me stop.
“Come here,” He said low and sure, pulling me toward an unmarked door in the hallway.
“Johnny-“
“Two minutes,” He cut in, already keying in a code, the door clicks open to reveal a smallish storage room, shelves lined with spare tech, a full bed in the corner for late nights.
The second I heard the door shut behind us I turned around, his hands were on my body once more, one on the small of my back and the other cupping my cheek like he’d couldn’t decide whether to devour me or hold me still. His lips met mine, hot and urgent, stealing my breath before I could even argue.
“Johnny, Reed-“
“Reed’s not here right now,” He murmurs against my mouth, walking me backwards until my legs hit the bed. “And you’re not leaving until I…” he trailed off, eyes flicking to my lips, “…get this out of my system.”
I barely had time to gasp as his mouth found mine once more, kissing me deeper than he had previously, his hand trailing from the small of my back down towards my hip and giving a gentle squeeze, the hand that was placed on my cheek was now bunching up the skirt I’d chosen to wear today while resting it between my thighs.
I was growing even more nervous as his hands had to practically bully their way past my thighs if he wanted to get toward where he was reaching, and even though I wasn’t preventing him from getting past, my thighs were already touching- something I’m certain he’d never had to deal with before. But before I could voice my insecurity his lips began to trail my jaw bone, his hands already pushing past my thighs and somehow managed to part my underwear towards one side, his skillful little finger parting my slit as he glides his hand against my clit wonderfully.
“Already soaked, just for me?” He cheekily replies, my face growing hot as he draws slow circles teasingly, my knees growing weak, my hand was starting to fist his shirt as I let out a breath of air I hadn’t realized I was holding. He doesn’t seem to wait for an answer as his mouth joins my neck and he suckles on my pulse point, a moan being drawn from my lips as I cut it short after realizing the sound I made. He doesn’t waste any time in shoving his finger into my cunt, another gasp rippling through my lips as I practically pull his body on mine as I fall onto the bed, he only chuckles while continuing to pump is finger inside of me.
I’d done my fair share of things with my first- and only- boyfriend before he broke up with me due to my appearance, he was the reason I resented my body for the way it was, after him I’d been celibate for about two years, not bothering to pleasure myself even when I’d craved it because it meant I had to touch a body I didn’t love.
Before I could contemplate anymore negative thoughts I feel him slip a second finger inside of me, scissoring me open before pumping both fingers in unison, my legs starting to stretch apart to accommodate his rather large hand between my thighs.
“Johnny-“ I moan as his eyes find mine. He looked like he was about to say something before there had been a knocking on the door, I could feel myself inhale through my nose rapidly as my cunt squeezes his fingers, my hands coming up to grasp his shoulder tightly.
“Hey,” Ben’s voice was unmistakable, too close. “You two back with the part yet?”
I could feel my pulse spiking, Johnny acting rather calmly as my eyes search his for guidance, we should probably stop, right?
That was until I felt him curve his fingers over a spot inside me that had my vision turning white, I’d shut my eyes, my bottom lip coming up between my teeth as I hear Johnny groan. He continues to finger my pussy without stopping, my eyes shooting towards the door as Ben knocks once more, rattling the doorknob but not quite getting the door open, it makes me wonder if he knew the door code.
“Reed’s waiting.” Ben mutters more to himself than he was to us.
“Let him wait.” Johnny whispers a n my ear as he continues to push his thick fingers into me, pushing them deeper while his palm smacks against my cunt, capturing my clit and rubbing against it before he pulls his fingers back. I feel his thumb take his palms place as he rubs large circles over my sensitive bud, the sound of metal lightly tinkling making my eyes turn towards the culprit.
It was at this point that I’d finally seen Johnny’s cock straining in his pants, his belt having been undone with one hand as his other continued to pump his fingers into me.
“You’re such a good girl, sweetheart,” He whispers as he kisses my temple, a particularly skilled movement from his fingers causing me to jolt and gasp as he rubs against the same spot.
“Taking my fingers so well.” I hear a grunt come from him as he shoves his fingers back in, building up speed from before, the sound of my liquids being disturbed by his fingers ringing in my ears.
“Johnny, please-“ I whined lowly, voice slightly above a whisper but quiet enough to not be heard- hopefully. It’s not until he withdraws his fingers that I stop another whine from slipping past my throat that I hear the loud thumps of Ben’s receding footsteps.
Johnny takes the fingers he withdrew- I clench around nothing- into his mouth, allowing my juices to coat his tongue while his eyes roll back into his head, a loud groan coming from him and I’m thankful Ben had chosen that moment to leave.
“You taste divine,” He comments as his hands work their way towards the button on his tightened pants, his cock continuing to strain against the material of the almost too-tight white jeans, he’d worn them before and it honestly makes his ass look good, but I didn’t give a shit about those pants once they came off, his underwear mixed in with the pile they’d made on the floor.
Eyes widened I stare at his thick, pulsing member, his hands on his hips as he stands proudly before me, my eyes find his for the millionth time today and I can see his cheeky smirk coming back to play.
“Like what you see?”
A scoff slips from my lips before I could stop it, partly to mask the way my thighs press together, and partly because he already knows the answer.
“Fishing for compliments, Storm?” I quirk an eyebrow as he brings himself closer towards me, slotting himself perfectly between my thighs, strong arms keeping him hovering above my body.
“Not fishing, just making sure you’re paying attention.” His proximity has my breath catching, the faint scent of smoke and something distinctly him curls around me.
“Especially since Ben is still in the hallway,” He stated smoothly and from the looks of it, he’s right, I can hear the soft gruffness of Ben’s voice becoming clearer as he knocks on the doors going down the hall, my face getting hot at the thought of potentially being caught- really getting caught this time.
“If you can’t keep quiet, sweetheart…” His voice dips lower as he gets closer toward my face, I can feel something prodding at my slit and come to the realization that he’s holding himself up with one hand while the other glides his cock against my folds.
“…we’ll be explaining a lot more than a missing part to Reed.” He stated easily as the tip of his cock slips in, stealing the breath from my lungs, a groan slipping past my lips before I feel his warm hand clamp down on my mouth, a gentle reminder to keep quiet.
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A smirk, disheveled hair, and your underwear tucked in his back pocket was exactly how Johnny Storm had chosen to exit the utility closet the two of you had just christened. The bed in there was still a mystery; it fit perfectly, clearly intentional, but no one knew who’d hauled it down to the basement. Not that either of you were about to ask.
“Where have you been?” Reed’s voice cuts through Johnny’s leisurely stroll, Johnny’s hands coming up in mock surrender as he comes face-to-face with his brother-in-law, his smirk turning downward as he answers Reed’s question.
“Chill out- we just got back.” He said, trying to calm the fuming scientist before him, but nothing would have prepared him for his next question- not in his post-fucked state, with his hair still a mess, and your underwear burning a hole in his pocket.
“Wheres my component?” Reed demanded, the words pushing through clenched teeth, proof that he’d been waiting too long for the part he was asking for.
“Uh-“ Johnny froze, u sure of what to say next as he’d left the component in the closet with you, going back now wouldn’t work because you might be seconds away from opening the door and exiting yourself.
You’d taken that time to step out of the closet, smoothing your skirt out before walking down the hallway, Reed had sounded irritated and the last thing you wanted was for the two of them to bicker.
“I’ve got it,” You stated smoothly as you extend your hand, the part sitting rather heavily in your palm, your own hair a bit of a mess as a few strands lay uneven.
Reed’s eyes flicker between you and Johnny, clearly suspicious but having no proof, he purses his lips as if he’s ready to make some sort of accusation but stops himself before he can speak it.
“Fine. Just don’t take twice as long next time.” He grumbles before turning around and walking back into the lab.
Johnny exhales like he’d dodged a bullet, watching his brother-in-law disappears into his work, leaning closer just for you to hear.
“Pretty sure I owe you my life.” He smiles before his brain seems to short circuit.
“And dinner.” He adds after the events of the storage closet catch up with him.
Adult Lo’ak art belongs to the one and only @cinetrix
Warnings ⚠️: Fingering, eating out, P! In V!, penetration, Mentions of an OC; Rekul
MDNI 🔞
This literally came to me while watching some… suggestive adult content. And no idgaf if you judge me for this.
Translation Station
Tawtute: Sky Person (human)
Tsahik: Spiritual Leader; Shaman; Interpreter of the will of Eywa
Olo’eyktan: Clan leader
Tewng: Loincloth
Word Count: 4k
Gone were the days where he would often sit and speak with me about his troubles, I felt as though I were cast aside and deemed unworthy of listening to his dilemmas anymore, forced to find solace in rarely speaking during our group settings, but his lingering looks on her weren’t missed, I couldn’t turn a blind eye to a man obviously in love.
It must have been the way that she spoke, maybe even in the way she smiled, but her heart was pure and made of literal gold, I couldn’t compete with that. She was the goddess of the ocean, often teaching us how to properly do a breath hold, how to swim, how to dive, but even with all of her lessons I often felt as though I were drowning.
The effort it took to hide my true feelings whilst he didn’t deny his crushed my soul slowly, making me wish I’d never come to live with the Metkayina in the first place, but Spider was here too, and I couldn’t leave my fellow human behind, so I sucked it up and put on a brave face for all to see.
But I was still upset, because right when I’d grown the courage to confess my feelings, I’d caught them embracing one another, something I’m sure my eyes weren’t meant to see, but something I feel I were supposed to in order to accept the harsh reality that he’d finally met someone of his own species to fancy him. Meanwhile I was the pathetic tawtute with the broken heart, holding on to an illusion that would never be.
Which is why my back had stiffened when he’d decided to call out to me, the look in his eyes something I’d seen before, a sense of childlike wonder as he asked if he could ask me a question. I wasn’t expecting anything bold to have slipped out of his mouth- actually, scratch that, I did- I wasn’t expecting anything that bold to be directed at me.
“Excuse me?” I asked, unsure if I had heard him correctly the first time, watching as he blinks and raises the hair of his brows, he brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck while repeating the same question I’d heard before and I freeze.
“I’m sorry, but…” I stare at him while feeling my cheeks growing hot, my body betraying my mind as I stand straighter, my mind beginning to think of what he’d just asked me.
“What the fuck?” Is all I manage to say before swallowing thickly, not having expected such colorful vocabulary to escape my own mouth, but the surprise of the question he’d asked called for it.
“You could always say no,” He began and I was still shocked as to why we were having this conversation- well truthfully he was attempting to have a conversation, I was just confused.
“I’m just-“ I began to explain how flustered I’d become as his question echos in my head, the confusion continuing to wash over me as I could have sworn he and Tsireya were a thing, maybe they’d just recently broken up and he was looking for a rebound?
Right as that idea settled in my brain a smile overtakes my features as a look of disbelief that he would even do this crosses my face as well.
“I’m not going to be your rebound, Lo’ak.” I stated sternly while scoffing, his brows nearly kiss as he furrows them, looking into my eyes as his next question comes out, not as bold as the first one.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on,”I shake my head and take the opportunity to look around us on the beach, having seen everyone at a good distance to where they couldn’t use their good hearing to have heard this embarrassing conversation in the first place, completely forgetting the fact that we were speaking in English.
“You expect me to believe I’m not a rebound for you?” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms against my chest, making a bold statement and watch as his face contorts into confusion, brows furrowing in an attempt to understand what I meant.
“What are you talking about?” He asks as he shifts his stance toward his other foot, I could have turned to walk away, could have avoided this conversation entirely, but that look in his eyes remained, and I wanted to know if I could crush it.
“You only ever flirt with Tsireya, spend all your free time with her, and now you’ve come to me with a ridiculous request? I’m not an idiot.” I stated as if it were obvious.
“Are you jealous?” He asks as a smile plays at his lips, and I feel as though I’d been made, my brows raise on their own accord as I stare at him, mind blown in shock and disbelief.
“Are you joking?” I asked.
“You, me, right here after dinner, what do you say?” He asks as his smile grows. Just before I can decline his invite he speaks again.
“I can explain everything to you since you have trouble understanding what the word ‘friends’ means.”
I scoff but before I could accept or decline his offer, he’s headed into the water, his body disappearing underneath before I could even comprehend anything, my own mind growing frustrated as his stupid question wracks my brain.
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The area in which we sat down for dinner had been chosen by the tsahik, she stated that it was the best spot to showcase the lapping waves of the ocean against the retaining wall which did prove to be a beautiful sight, but it also provided us with the view of eclipse, watching as the night grew bioluminescent from the very edges of the water all the way toward the island they resided on, the communal cook fires providing light for everyone, my vision being restored.
Most of the people sat together with their friends and family, a few people often hogging the heat of the fires as they share stories in groups, laughter rising from different groups at various times. My mind reeling towards the children that often ran between groups to seek out their friends before the night was over and they’d have to go to bed.
Considering our ‘group’ was with the Sully family we decided to sit together, not wanting to bother anyone else, but our group surprisingly grew to include the tsahik and olo’eyktan and their children. I’d expected Lo’ak to continue his charade with Tsireya, but as Spider passed me my share of fruit I felt his green eyes staring into my soul.
Tsireya had chosen to sit between her brother and Rotxo, often making conversation with Kiri about what their next adventure should be, and I felt as though I weren’t in the right dimension since she’d often sit by Lo’ak and they’d talk and giggle with one another quietly, like sharing secrets between lovers, but they weren’t doing that tonight.
I picked at my spartan fruit careful to not get any of the juices on my body, barely eating any of it as I’d started feeling self conscious of the youngest Sully son staring at me, but I’d eaten enough to be sated of my hunger and still managed to have half the fruit left in my lap, gently tapping Spider’s shoulder as he seemed to be in a deep conversation between himself, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Rotxo. I hand him my half of the fruit and he doesn’t hesitate to take it, taking his mask off every once in a while to eat some of it.
I grow tired of paying attention to him and finally look up toward Lo’ak, who seemed to have been paying attention to the girls talking about their plans as Tuktirey begins to interrupt the conversation, asking if they can find shells on the beach to make necklaces, his attention now turned towards me, jerking his head toward the beach as a suggestive way to get us to walk away from the group, and with nothing better to do I shrug, accepting his invitation.
We walk for what seems like an eternity in silence, but I know we’re wanting to be somewhere without prying eyes or eavesdropping ears, sighing once he stops and turns to face me, I stop walking and face him with my arms still crossed, my sports bra and loincloth doing very little to keep me warm now that we’ve stepped away from the comfort of the cook fires.
“What is it you dragged me out here for?” I asked aloud but feeling a shiver on my spine as the cool weather near the beach was starting to get to me.
“Have you given any thought to my proposition?” He asks boldly and I feel my stomach act up, butterflies flying around them violently as my cheeks heat up, a growing smirk evident on his face.
“Don’t you have some explaining to do?” I asked with the same amount of sass he’d given me.
“Okay okay,” He begins while holding his hands up in defense as his now amber eyes stared into mine, thats one thing I noticed about his eyes, they were a greenish hue whenever the sunlight was out and about, but once the bright light was taken away, they’d turn into a burning amber color.
But what he tells me is a surprise, he’d been harboring feelings for me since back at the forest with the Omatikaya clan, where the two of us would always hang out and play pranks on his siblings, how we would trust one another with anything, how easy it was to talk to one another, and how broken he was when he knew it would come to an end as they left.
He did admit that once he came onto the islands of the Metkayina that he did harbor feelings for Tsireya, but as he grew to know her, his feelings lessened and grew to love her as a sister, beginning to trust her as she taught him and his siblings to live like them. But there was always a voice inside his head that never forgot me, and his feelings were reignited as soon as he’d seen me and had been consulting with Tsireya on what to do.
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And thats how I found my face buried in the sand, my mask acting as a buffer between myself and the granules of sand attempting to imbed themselves into my skin, but I knew they were tangling themselves into my hair. My back was arched and my ass stood at attention as my pussy was being toyed with, small whimpers were leaving my mouth as the male behind me was enjoying himself way too much.
I feel as his finger gently slides back inside my cunt, I subconsciously squeeze around the thick digit with a muffled whine coming from my mouth, he’d been gentle with me this entire time but now I needed him to fulfill his promise.
“Do you think you’d ever let me stick just the tip in?”
His question from earlier bounces around in my brain as his thumb caresses my clit, drawing his singular finger out and sticking a second one in as he slowly slides back in.
“Lo’ak!” I whine as I shimmy my hips in an attempt to get him to move faster, but a dark chuckle causes me to stop moving as his free hand comes toward the small of my back, gliding upwards and sliding past my shoulder blades and settling on the back of my neck, a soft yet firm hold that kept me frozen in this position.
“You’re taking my fingers better than you should be, mama’s.” He observes as I don’t wince or attempt to move away from the size of them, shame filling the pit of my stomach momentarily before he speaks again.
“Were you off getting prepped for me while I was away?” His whispers meet my ear and I shiver at how close he was, his chest pressing against my back, his voice evidently carrying confidence.
“Y-yes,” I admit, having spent some uneventful nights letting one male in particular have his way with me back in the Omatikaya clan, wishing I hadn’t been weak and giving into temptation, but thankful for the experience.
“Did he make you come?” His voice sounds gruff as he finally picks up his speed, my eyes close as I begin to lose myself in the pleasure, but a particularly hard thrust causes me to open my eyes, he’d stopped all movement at this time.
“N-no, never.” I admit once more as I’d grown used to Rekul’s touch, I’d always left unsatisfied and had to finish off on my own, but I would tell myself it was practice for when I found someone better.
“What a shame, a beautiful cunt like this deserves to be praised,” He hums into the air as he moves his fingers once more, my short moan being cut off as I didn’t want to be the reason we got caught, he only chuckles to himself.
“Let those pretty little noises out, mama’s, I need to hear how good I make you feel.” He commands as his thumb comes back around to circle my clit, the way he was moving his fingers had me shivering as I grabbed fistfuls of sand in an attempt to feel I was in control of something, slowly beginning to lose my mind as I drew near my orgasm.
I lift my head up to tell him to move faster, forgetting about the hand that had attached itself to the back of my neck, feeling as he gently laid my head back down toward the sand.
“I didn’t say you could get up.” He mumbles as his fingers never cease their fluid motion, my cunt squeezing against them as he pushed my head back down, moaning shamelessly at the feeling.
“Please, I need more-“ I beg.
“It almost sounds like you’re asking for-“ He begins and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, my mind short circuiting as his fingers continue their job, my pussy squeezing more frequently.
“Tongue, dick, anything! Eywa please!”
“Oh no, baby, you aren’t ready for my dick quite yet.” I hear him rumble as he lets go of my neck, his hand trailing back down my spine, past my shoulder blades, before landing a quick smack to my ass.
“Fuck-“ I moaned into the night air, damning all of my senses for being too high strung as I was beginning to relax on his fingers, allowing the jolt of electricity to travel up my spine after the contact he’d made.
Even after he’d smacked me, I felt myself sliding down further on his fingers before they were ripped from me, I whine desperately in an attempt to get him to shut me up by placing his fingers back in me, but he’d chosen to ignore my plea and placed his hands on my hips, bringing them closer toward him. One hand sneaks down toward the front of my neck and he lifts me up, my knees being the only thing touching the ground as my back is at his chest.
“Be a good girl and lie down for me, I want to see your face as I ruin you with my tongue.” His words seem to caress my pussy as I do what I’m told, turning my body around to face his, positioning myself to lie down while propping the upper half of my body by my elbows as I stare at him.
He smirks as he settles his body between my legs, my mind reeling at the anticipation of him eventually going down on me, his eyes remaining in contact with mine the entire time. I wanted to urge him to eat me out, see if he even knew where my clit was, but I didn’t want to push him to end up being disappointed in the end, my breath hitching as he lowers his head.
His eyes never leaving mine even while his tongue sneaks out to caress my outer lips, gently teasing them before allowing it to go flat against them, lifhtly applying pressure to pull them apart, the warmth of his muscle adding to how turned on I was feeling at the moment, my head tilts backwards as my hips buck lightly in an attempt to get him to lick my special bud.
“Be patient,” He commands in a dark tone, my pussy fluttering over nothing but his words, I only nodded weakly as my head tilts back up to make eye contact with him once more, his long arms have encircled themselves around my thighs, holding them open whether I liked it or not.
His tongue pokes back put to lazily push against my outer lips, pushing past my inner lips, and finally making contact with my clit, another jolt of electricity finds its way down my spine as he teases, moving his tongue up and away from my clit to prevent it from making contact with his muscle. But no words have to be shared for him to wrap his thick lips on my sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a suckle, effectively making me choke on a gasp as my hips buck upward, my hands flying toward his hair to give me something to hold on to.
“Fuckin’ hell!” I wail as my fingers tangle themselves into his beautifully braided hair, but he shows no signs of stopping as he continues his assault on my clit, my orgasm fast approaching.
“Lo’ak-“ I warned by moaning his name, but it seems he had other plans as he continues suckling my clit, letting go of one of my thighs as his fingers decide to slide back inside the warmth of my cunt, beginning to massage my walls again.
With one thigh free from his hold I attempt to close it around his head just so I could ride his face and reach my orgasm faster, but I hear a deep seated growl coming out from him, his brows furrowed as a warning, and I bring one of my hands off his hair toward my thigh to hold myself open for him.
“I’m close,” I gasp while struggling to keep my eyes open, letting them grow heavy as my mind is lost in the pleasure, a long moan being released from my lips as I focus on his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Don’t you dare come.” He stated rather quickly as his mouth is back on me, his fingers working overtime as they massage my walls, but it was proving to be difficult to follow his instruction if he continued doing this.
“Lo’ak, please!” Begging wasn’t my strong suit when I’d spent countless nights with Rekul, even when I’d grown bored and wished he’d come so I could rush home and finish the job he’d barely started, I would just increase the sounds of my moans and lie there taking every weak thrust he’d had to offer. But with Lo’ak there was no pretending, the only thing I’d have to force was to keep myself from coming, and I knew if he continued pushing that I’d finish with his hands and mouth alone.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, mama’s.” He teases before pulling his fingers out of my cunt, watching as he brings them into his mouth, watching as his pupils grow wider, the amber color in his eyes starting to disappear.
I don’t have to question what comes next as his hand travels over towards the knot that keeps his tewng on, watching as his cock bobs underneath the fabric compressing it in place, a sigh released from Lo’ak as he discards his tewng elsewhere.
I swallow thickly at the sight of his cock, his balls were heavy with the need to come quite evident from how full they looked, eyes traveling up the large length, mouth watering as I reach the head of his length. A big mushroom head colored in purple and leaking precome, I could feel my pussy flutter at the sight alone, but my eyes widened as I questioned if the head alone would even fit, if anything it would split me open! Looking at his cock as a whole I realize it has a slight curve to it, and I knew at this moment, that was the cock that would bring me pleasure for the rest of my life.
“J-just the ti-tip… right?” I stutter through my sentence as I stare at the head of his cock once more, finally glancing up to capture his eyes with mine, he only nods as he scoots himself closer toward me and lifts my hips, settling them on his own knees before he reaches a hand toward his cock.
He brings his hand toward my pussy, bringing the head of his cock to bully through my lips and settle directly below my clit, but he thrusts his hips upward slightly and makes the head of his cock knock against my clit, eliciting a moan from me.
“Maybe a little more than the tip-“ He states as his eyebrows almost kiss, he’d trying to hold his composure but I’m watching it crumble as he thrusts his hips up again, the fist he’s using to hold his cock against my pussy is keeping it open for him, his knuckles rubbing against my hole, another moan elicited from me as the head of his cock rubs against my clit.
“Fuck,” He grunts softly and I watch as he closes his eyes, his ears coming down toward his skull as he takes in a couple pf breaths to steady himself, but I could feel myself growing impatient at his movements.
He opens his eyes and slaps his dick against my clit several times, each one making me squeal at the contact, but he slides the head of his cock down into my hole, finally pushing the head in at a slow pace, my brain stopping all thoughts as I feel the stretch of his head against me.
“Oh God~” I moan at the feeling of his cock practically ripping me open, squeezing on the length in an attempt to stop him even just for a second while I caught my breath.
“Fuck mama’s, this cunt was made for me.” He rasps out as his hand reaches for my clit, one experimental swipe was all it took for me to moan out loud.
I wasn’t sure how much of his head was inside me, but the stinging sensation was starting to ebb away the more he swiped at my clit, I hadn’t noticed until he placed his hand on my hip that I’d been rocking against his length, finally hearing him moan.
My eyes never opened so fast, watching as his ears forced themselves toward his skull, his bottom lip tucked away between his teeth, his fangs poking out making him look twice as hot as normal, but his hold on my hip was gentle.
“Did he ever make you feel like this?” He asks aloud all while continuing to swipe his finger against my clit, making my hips rock against his length again, tears were starting to blur my vision as I basked in the pleasure he was providing.
“N-no, Fuck no!“ I moaned again as I felt him start to push more of his length inside me, but just as he pushed the remainder of his tip inside my cunt I heard a squelching sound come from my pussy.
“Good.” He answers horsely before taking a hold of my hips and bringing me closer toward his body, effectively taking in his entire length, my body beginning to shake at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim.
“You’re shaking,” He notes with a shaky voice of his own.
“You said just the tip-“ I gasp to try to get some air into my lungs, failing at being able to take a deep enough breath as my pussy is too full for me to focus.
“Let me be clear, mama’s, it was never going to be just the tip with you.”
So like, what if reader was a scientist that worked alongside Norm and Grace that grew to have a crush on human Jake, she watches as he is ecstatic to go to every lesson he’s getting from Neytiri and reader dies a little on the inside because she believes Jake to have grown feelings for Neytiri….
She doesn’t say anything to him or anyone for that matter, but Grace or Norm (or maybe even Trudy?) can tell that something is bugging reader? (If they have a one on one is up to you? But if not thats okay too!)
Fast forward to reader wearing her mask (since she doesn’t have an avatar) to watch as Jake’s consciousness gets transferred over to his Avatar body and she see’s Neytiri planting soft kisses on his eyelids- but to Neytiri all of this is a show of how close she grew to Jake as friends, nothing more.
Reader has to go have a cry and grows distant from Jake, only for him to come by (kind of in a rush because he didn’t expect to run into her during his Olo’eyktan duties) but ditches his duties to fix her attitude with his 🍆??
‼️Feel free to completely disregard this ask if you’re not up to it, but if you do end up writing it, I thank you and appreciate your hard work! 🤩
More than meets the eye.
Pairings: Jake x FemHuman Reader
Summary: You only saw surface level, never trying to see deeper than what you could.
Warnings: MDNI, mentions of sex, mentions of p in v, creampie, uhh uhh sex?? Like.. Fhsudhsj just.. lemme know if I missed anything 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
A/n: there are probably a lot of grammatical errors and mistakes, it’s not entirely beta read.. sooo i apologize. I worked so supper hard on this because I wanted it to be just right! I really hope you al enjoy this 💕
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There had been all kinds of different people who came into the avatar program but definitely not one like him.
Jake Sully.
A crippled man who seemed to have it all figured out, well at least a little bit. Seems like most times he was really just winging it, and while some would find that stupid you thought it to be admirable. Mostly due to the fact he seemed to be doing the impossible, plus it was pretty cool that he was able to get a chance to do something this cool.
What you hadn’t expected was to start to fall for the dim-witted marine.
He was simple yet you could see just how hard working and serious he was. The more you got to know him the more you fell for him, however you weren’t the only one to notice. Grace knew and she never pestered you about your feelings, never even pushed but she did seem to hover on occasion.
You were so happy for him, Jake enjoyed being in Pandora. He loved his avatar you knew that getting to use his legs again was a god sent gift for him. Each time he spoke it was of nothing but excitement and admiration for the world and life that Pandora held, however that also meant that his teacher held such a high value for him as well.
When Jake first began his lessons you listened intently to the knowledge that he shared, his experiences, and his time. You loved the radiant look in his eyes, the way they seemed to sparkle with happiness for his new found life. “Today she taught me how to track the animals, and to tell which animal is which by scent.” Jake said and your eyebrows raised, you couldn’t imagine how badly it would make you feel seeing how much he enjoyed his time with his teacher.
Each time was the same he’d show so much enthusiasm, he changed in more ways than one. While his human body was slowly deteriorating his avatar body was prospering. The changes were evident and even you could compete with that, with the life that Neytiri could possibly give him.
The distress you felt was palpable, easy to dismiss but the remnants lingered on your features. That also meant that Grace being the ever observant woman she is noticed the turmoil you seemed to face.
“You haven’t even fucked him and you’re moping around. If you like him why not say something?” Grace sauntered over her lab coat swaying with each step she takes closer to you.
Your eyes widened at the manner of her speaking to you and you couldn’t help but flush. “Grace it’s..” you stumbled over your words, face flushed. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Grace scoffed lightly as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Anyone could see how just how much you like that marine, everyone but him apparently.” Grace looked over your face intently and for a moment she was quiet. “Just speak to him. You won’t know unless you use your words. You’re smart you’ll figure it out.” With one last pat to your shoulder Grace walked away leaving you to your thoughts.
It had been a few weeks since your talk with Grace. Her words playing over in your head, her encouragement yet truth, and while you wanted to let Jake know how you felt you saw just how much he longed to be in his other body. His better body.
As his human body deteriorated you watched as his avatar body became his hold, the way he prospered in the world of Pandora. Instead of interfering you distanced yourself, putting Jake in the deepest depths of your mind. This should have been easy you couldn’t be hurt anymore or bothered by thoughts of him and Neytiri.
You were sure your suspicions were true the moment he transferred bodies for good. The kiss Neytiri bestowed upon his eyes seemed more intimate than anything, and the pain itself was deeper than you were prepared for.
The once dull aches that faded now felt like stabbing pains against your chest. Each time one faded a new one took its place, the cycle continued over and over and the distance grew greater. You were certain that you were depressed, all motivation for things you once loved gone, they no longer brought you the joy and comfort. It was easy to forget the pain but now it all seemed like a waste of time the ache never really seemed to fade anymore.
Once Jake really took part in his role as the clan chief the crippling feeling of sadness was never ending, it always seemed to linger larger the ache harder. Neytiri was by his side proudly whenever you’d visit the clan. Deep longing had now settled within your aching heart, you wanted him first, you had liked him first.. but you stayed silent on your own, never speaking your words of love.
You made sure to avoid Jake like the plague always turning and leaving or making up excuses so you both never crossed paths. You knew Neytiri wasn’t fond of humans and you wish to not get on her bad side. You always managed to get luckily in avoiding him until today.
The one time you weren’t quite aware of your surrounding you vaguely heard your named being called, your brows rose in surprise as you looked up to see Jake coming your way, his famous smirk settled nicely in his lips. Without much thought you dropped everything you had and turned to walk away. That meant you weren’t to focused in your surroundings while you tried to make your escape, you always didn’t think about the the fact that since he was taller than you he could easily catch up to your small frame.
You stiffened the moment you felt his large hands wrap around your waist, his hold firm yet gentle. He didn’t turn you around and you didn’t dare make any moves. It was silent, just the sound of your breathing and his, slow and steady.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you since after the war. Why have you been avoiding me?” You could tell by his tone that he was serious, he wanted to know, needed to know. You hesitated maybe a bit too long because without warning he picked your body up, hoisting you up over his shoulder as he began walking deeper into the forest.
You watched the way his tailed swayed idly with each steady step he took. “Jake..” you began only to be shut up by a slap to the ass, the resounding ‘CLAP’ had your yelping. “Shut up, Y/n” there it was again the firm tone you couldn’t help but sigh as you stayed quiet. Each step he took had your mind racing yet you still trusted this Navi male with your life.
After a moment he came to a stop, his free hand resting on your thigh before slowly gliding up until his hand covered your ass. “You’ve been avoiding me and don’t lie and say it’s because you’ve been busy, you haven’t.”
Jake set you down your feet sinking into the soft moss on the ground, your toes digging into the ground beneath you as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers. Feet shuffling as you worked up the courage “Well.. you’re mated with Neytiri so I thought it was better to keep my distance.. especially..” you mumbled just loud enough for Jake to hear.
Jake’s ears perked up and his eyebrows raised in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side. “Me and Neytiri aren’t mated. She’s with Tsu’tey.” You looked up at him just as he crouched down, though he wasn’t entirely at your level it was less strain on your neck. “Why did you think that instead of asking me?”
At this moment you didn’t answer instead you looked away to hide your embarrassment, the slight flush of your cheeks had Jake smiling. “It doesn’t matter, you two always looked so cozy.. umm.. besides you two seemed really..” your words were cut off by a soft gasp that left your lips just as Jake’s lips covered yours.
One of his hands moved to hold your face still as his other gently began to rub and caress your body. He deepened the kiss just a bit before trailing kisses from your lips to the side of your neck muttering a soft, “silly girl.” He continued to press kisses against your neck as his hand began to knead and rub at your thighs. “Fuck.. you smell so good.” You let out a small moan as his fingers brushed against your covered cunt. “It’s about time that I make up for all the lost time.” There was no way you’d refuse, especially now that you knew he never mated to Neytiri.
Without much else being said between the two of you, clothes went flying, being discarded left and right until you both were naked. Left exploring each other’s bodies. Gentle touches, open mouthed kisses, getting ost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Ignoring the the fact that he had duties to attend Jake focused on ravaging your body, each thrust of his member into your sopping went cunt sent his reeling. He couldn’t get enough, being able to walk was one thing but being able to take you over and over until his hearts content was another.
Once he was satisfied with the use of your body, you lay beneath him body full of and covered in his seed. Your dazed, fucked out expression had him hardening once again, his semi hard length resting against your stomach. “I hope this is a lesson.. ask questions next time, babygirl.”
OMFG Can we take a second to see that THIS amazing woman has created something worth thirsting over? I just got over being dehydrated but my happy ass is right back at it because PURRRRRRR
Don’t want to spoil the iconic line Grace stated, but that bitch made me have to stop reading for a couple seconds before I could recoup and continue😭😭 that was Grace-coded, and for what? 😭😭 zayum, leave me alone!
But also…
“You’ve been avoiding me and don’t lie and say it’s because you’ve been busy, you haven’t.”
MA’AM, IMMA NEED A LOOOOONG DRINK OF SOME PURIFIED WATER FOR THESE UNPURIFIED THOUGHTS ENTERING MY MIND
Mr muscle zaddy Jake speaking to me in that tone of voice? Heheheh he making my puthy blush 😳
“Why did you think that instead of asking me?”
WELL EXCUUUUUSE ME ZADDY I GUESS I NEED TO BE TAUGHT A VALUABLE LESSON ABOUT ASKING YOU FOR THINGS… like can you eat me ou-
“It’s about time that I make up for all the lost time.”
I love how he’s doing all this talking, he’d just so hot I want to stuff him in my pants!! Hmpph!!
“I hope this is a lesson.. ask questions next time, babygirl.”
I swear I could hear the disgruntled sound of madam puthy grunting with approval because THIS was delicious
I’m flabbergasted at how you turned a simple ask into a work of art!!! You did not have to but you DID! I just want to bathe in this fic for a while, nobody bother me, I love attitude Jake 🫠🫠🫠
I wanted to say a big Happy Valentines day 💌 to all of my lovely followers and moots and here’s a fic for the occasion 😉
So I posted this poll and it seems that this fic had come up tied for second place, but its the only fic of the two I’ve actually had ready, so without further ado….
Warnings ⚠️: Masturbation, caught masturbating, use of Y/n (twice)
MDNI 🔞
Translation Station
Tsurak: warriors mount
Tsahik: Spiritual Leader; Shaman; Interpreter of the will of Eywa
Marui: Home (in ocean Na’Vi dialect)
Word count: 2.8k
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as all his muscles flexed as he brought his body up on the tsurak, his hips gently gliding over to settle himself on the saddle, his bicep flexes as he grabs a hold of the handle and looks back toward Tonowari awaiting further instruction. I could feel myself squeezing my thighs together to stop the burning sensation I’d felt between my legs.
I shake my head, averting my eyes from the mated man before me, knowing there was nothing I’d be able to do about it. Instead, I focus on taking a deep breath before diving into the water to pick more plants Ronal had sent me for earlier. The once blurry flowers now become clear the closer I get to them, enjoying their colorful nature and beauty, focusing on picking from the best of the bushel they came in, ensuring to leave plenty and not being greedy with my gathering.
I swam upwards before feeling a flittering of waves rushing toward me, alerting my attention over toward the image of Jake swiftly swimming under the water with the creature. His body weaves in the water and I watch as his slim tail mimics our tails movements, his body truly becoming one with the Tsurak at this moment, although his body lies flat against it, he has managed great balance with it. Just before I could drool at the sight of him, he fixes his posture and brings his muscular thighs up as he commands the tsurak to come up as well, I turn before emerging above the waters.
I pop my head above water and take in several breaths in an attempt to calm myself, I needed to stop staring as often as I did before I found myself in trouble with his mate, for someone so lithe she was threatening and I didn’t want to push that boundary.
I swim toward the shore, standing as the water reaches my hips, keeping my eyes ahead of myself, setting my sights on the healing tent where Ronal was at this very moment, deciding to count my steps on my way there. It takes about seventy-five steps until I’m face to face with the entry-way of the tent, the curtains being drawn to signify that it had been empty of any wounded, I knock on one of the posts that stick out near the entrance to make my presence known as I daringly peer my head inside the flap, the curtains hiding my body as I look in.
“Ma’Tsahik.” I called out to the busybody before me, watching as her hands work to weave intricate patterns out of a yarn known for its softness, I take a step past the curtains at the entrance to finally show myself as her eyes glide over towards me, her fingers never ceasing their movements as she continues making the garment she envisions, sending a small nod of acknowledgment before she speaks.
“I trust you found what I’ve asked you for.” She doesn’t bother questioning me, making it a statement as her eyes trail toward the basket I held in my hands, I’d been thankful that it had a lid crafted in it, had it not, I’m certain the plants would have floated away once I swam up towards the surface.
I don’t answer her verbally, opting to nod my head as I slide the basket off my arm and into my waiting hands, taking her voice as a cue to step closer toward her crafting table.
“Set it right over there,” She points with her eyes as she nods her head toward where she wanted me to set the basket, her eyes finally returning to the piece she was making, I grew a little curious and watched her for a little longer than I would be willing to admit.
“Was there anything you needed, Y/n?” This was the first true question she had asked me today, I could feel my spine straighten at that as I see her peer past her lashes at me.
“N-no,” I stated quickly before bowing my head respectfully, I knew my face was flushed with embarrassment at this moment, trying to save face with the following statement.
“Please let me know if you require anything else.” I muttered as I stare back at her for her approval, she merely nods back at me, and I can feel my cheeks redden more as I’m allowed to walk out.
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Eclipse had happened a few minutes ago, leaving us in the darkness that followed afterward, but we were all gathered by the communal cook fires after just having finished our dinners, secluded into little groups scattered across the beach as we shared stories. I currently sat in a group that included my parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews, every single one of my siblings mated making my heart ache slightly as I wondered when it would be my turn announcing the arrival of a little one. A sigh draws me to relax under the glare and warmth of the fire around us, I bring my knees up to my chest, my arms coming to wrap around my legs as I place my head on my knee’s, a weird position that often made me feel safe in a big group setting.
The voice of my elder brother starting to grow muffled as I closed my eyes in an attempt to picture myself in my cozy marui, it was smaller than most as I have yet to be mated, and the space needed for children was something I haven’t needed. I feel my ears flutter as my brother makes a loud slapping sound with his hand, laughter coming from my family as he describes yet another story of his wife having burned a fish she was attempting to make, I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle of my own as I open my eyes and capture the cobalt blue family enjoying themselves.
It was a rare sight to see as they mostly had dinners in their own marui, often secluding themselves from spending time with the rest of the clan, but what froze me in my spot were the beautiful amber eyes that made contact with mine. I felt my breath stopping as I felt I were being held in a battle with her, taking those eyes off of mine as she stares at her husband, using her elbow to tickle his ribs, using her own head to poke over where mine was as she brings her attention toward her children. I didn’t wait any longer as I lifted my head up towards my brother, wondering if there had been a chance of avoiding having to be caught looking at him and his family.
“You should have seen how badly burnt the fish was, the smell was horrendous, I’m certain its bones were melted.” She exaggerates as the laughter of the group starts up again, I offer a small giggle myself as she smiles over toward me.
“That is nothing compared to how Zanay sliced her fingers because she was too nervous working beside me after we’d finished hunting,” My older sister now takes the lead as she begins talking about her and her wife’s origin story, my heart beginning to calm down as I focus on their story instead of the cobalt blue family.
My family seemed to be full of untold stories that kept us occupied for quite some time, many of our people had left and gone to bed as the night went on, they continued sharing stories until the last of the embers of the fire were starting to dim before we decided it was best to part ways and meet back tomorrow night.
I was thankful that Ralu had decided on walking me home, even though nobody would try anything, he always liked to make sure I got home safe. He was also a very quiet person, meaning my walk home was filled with comfortable silence, but I was thankful as something else was occupying my mind at the moment.
The walkway bounced underneath my weight and I’d crossed my arms across my chest to stay warm, but the action was causing the beads of my top to rub against my softened nipples, the rolling action slowly turning me on as I pictured Jake’s veiny hand running his thumbs across them, my once soft nipples now growing hard as my cunt begins to moisten. I walk a little faster once my marui is in view so my brother does not have to smell my arousal, thankful it was only mild at this time as he would have to focus on my scent to understand what was happening.
“Well, we are home.” I stated as I walk through the opened doorway and feel my brother stop at the entrance.
“Did you want to stay the night?” I asked since it had been quite late and he had a bit of walking to do since their family lived on the opposite side of the tree my marui was in, but I was very hopeful he’d say no as there was a scratch I had to itch and I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed if he were here, but my posture remained civil, my hands had come out to join one another in front of me and my ears remained low as a sign of respect.
“I can make it home, Y/n, you worry too much about me,” He chuckles as he grabs the curtain and pulls it from the hook that kept it open, before looking back at me and dipping his head as a goodbye, the curtain closing as he begins his walk back home.
I bite my lip as my hands come up to feel the weight of my breast, the beads of my top clinking together, some of them digging into the underside of my breast, some slightly brushing against my hardened nipples. I hold back a groan before running my thumbs against them, eyes roaming over toward the side where there was a window to my marui facing the ocean.
I don’t mind keeping that window opened to the world as there wouldn’t be anyone on the walkway to peek in at this hour, the stars shone brightly in the sky and my hands were desperate to fling the top off my body in order to feel my breast closely. The top making another clinking sound as the beads clash into one another after being thrown on the floor, my mind racing as I looked down at my chest and smiled.
My nipples were standing at perfect peaks, hardened from the foreplay the beads had provided, bringing my thumb and forefinger up to pinch them I felt lightning strike in my spine, my back bowing slightly at the pleasure I’d felt from it. A wetness pools on my loincloth and a small whimper escaped my throat as I roll my nipples between both fingers, closing my eyes and imagining a particular four-fingered Na’vi doing this to me instead.
I’d taken one hand off my nipples and used it to glide down my stomach, the feather light touches causing goosebumps to cover my skin as I do so, my fingers dipping below the waist band of my loincloth and using my fingers to spread my lips apart, something I’d imagined Jake doing just to tease me.
“Please,” I whine to nobody in particular as my hips buck upwards to feel any sense of relief, my clit was close enough for me to rub raw, but I knew how this often played out, whenever I thought of him touching me in this way, I knew he’d be a tease.
I grow impatiently angry as I begin to think if this was what he’d done to his wife, would he also tease her in this way and watch as she begged to be fucked, a wind of desperation entering her as her pussy clenched around nothing as well?
I push past my lips and find my hardened clit, standing at attention just as much as my nipples had been, running my pointer finger along the edges of it as a low moan grows in the pits of my stomach, being pushed out from my lips as I begin to rub faster.
“Why don’t you rub a little faster?” I could imagine him saying something like that as he carefully tugs on his cock, the tip leaking dribbles of precome as he watches what he does to me, my tongue coming out to lick my lips as I stare impatiently at him.
“Ohh, Jake-“ I moan aloud, feeling myself clenching over nothing, wishing he was in here so he could use one of his thick four fingers to delve inside and ease my cunt instead of having me lying here and pleasuring myself, but the Jake in my head didn’t do favors like that.
My finger picks up its speed as it circles my clit, my ears flatten against my head as my thoughts continue to run wildly, the Jake in my mind tugging at his cock as he watches me shamelessly pleasuring myself. His smirk printed in my minds eye as he whispers dirty promises that I can barely catch as my slick makes lewd sounds, I could only bite my lip as I squeeze my eyes harder, enjoying how my thoughts continued on, bringing me closer toward the brink.
But as my eyes are closed, I see his wife coming in with a look of disapproval toward me, but not from having her husband watching me, I sensed a disapproval for touching myself. As someone with an active imagination, Neytiri never showed up until after Jake had come inside or on me, but for some reason, my mind deemed it necessary for her to have stepped in at this moment.
She ignores Jake as she settles herself down between my legs, effortlessly smacking my hand away while looking directly at me, I whimper as I watch her dipping her head down, using my fingers to stimulate a tongue coming out to lick my sopping cunt, a needy moan escaping as I picture everything behind closed eyes.
“Neytiri~” I whined as I buck my hips up towards my hand, the waistband of my loincloth restricting my wrist from moving in the way I wanted, internally struggling to stop my pleasures just to take the piece of clothing off and deeming it unnecessary at this point as my fingers continue their work, my mind continuing it’s magic as I focus on the mated pair that weren’t even there.
Right as I can focus on the intensity of how bright her beautiful amber eyes sparkled as she looked at me from below my waist, I could see Jake’s hand reaching down between her legs, the thought proved to be too intimate for my mind at this moment as I feel my body shaking, just now I pictured Neytiri moaning into my cunt as she ate me out and that was the catalyst that set off my orgasm. My cunt clenching around nothing as my finger continues to glide against my sensitive clit, letting out a loud moan that would have bothered my neighbors if they’d been awake, the squirts of my orgasm wetting my hand and ruining the loincloth that had yet to have been ripped off my body.
“Well, well, well,”
My body freezes at the familiar voice, my eyes opening at an instant, I would have attempted to pull my legs closer toward my body in an effort to hide myself but I was too stunned to move, before me stood the same man I’d often cast my eyes upon, standing proud with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk covering his features. Next to him was the same lithe woman that carried a murderous look, and even though she had been silent, I could see the look in her eyes all too well, she was disappointed.
“What do we have here?” I barely heard him speak as my heart hammered in my chest, I should have whipped my hand out from below my loincloth, should have told them to leave my home, made a scene and scolded them for interrupting my peace in my own home, but I couldn’t even think at this moment.
“It seems we may need to teach her she can not touch what belongs to us,” She suggests without missing a beat, I feel as though my post-orgasmic haze should have worn off by now, that they should have disappeared from in front of me, that this was just my mind playing more tricks on me, but all I dod was lay there while attempting to catch my breath.
