𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓 ᝰ Mating season has arrived for the Omatikaya, filling the forest with a heated tension than impossible to ignore. When finally given some rare alone time, you and Tsu’tey indulge in the pleasures of the marital act. Just as passion consumes the two of you, prepared to feel the warmth of each other, your precious moment is shattered by an unexpected intrusion…. your children.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… SFW + NSFW ᝰ Valentine's Day Special; Pre-Atwow timeline [forest based], fem!avatar!reader, featuring Tsu'tan & Saelya [reader & Tsu'tey's children], children are aged up in this storyline [Tsu'tan is 13 and Saelya is 9], this fic is based on the dyanmic/pairing in 'A Pandoran Christmas', fluff, smut [p in v, missionary, implied breeding, knotting, choking, implied rough sex] softness, sexual tension, kissing, minor angst, family/humorous moments, domestic, dad!Tsu’tey x mom!reader, established relationship [mates/marriage]; na'vi language w/ translations
𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍… 8.3k words
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑… This Valentine's day special is a little late but I'm glad that it is now complete. This was very fun to write because I think this idea fits this pairing well. I also enjoyed writing for this dynamic again because I love writing for Tsu'tey. This was my first time writing the element of knotting in a smut fic so it was fun to play around with that. As always, I hope y’all enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I can’t wait to read y’all reactions!
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Mating season has come for the Omatiakya. The forest air is warmer, flora is blossoming wider, and Na’vi couples are brushing closer together, drawn in by instinct rather than choice. Even the atmosphere in your home feels different today, humming softly with life.
For once, your mauri is quiet. Tsu’tan and Saelya are at children’s training this morning, leaving you and your mate home alone. You and Tsu’tey aren't granted many moments alone due to being parents, and for some reason it is always difficult to find time alone during mating season.
But, since they are at the training grounds, you and your mate can focus on other matters, and allow yourselves the freedom to succumb to whatever urges you so choose.
While you complete household chores, wanting to get them done while the children aren't home to distract you, Tsu’tey sits on a woven mat near the center of the mauri, sharpening his weapons for the upcoming hunting trip.
The scrape of stone against the blade is slow yet deliberate, each of his movements controlled and precise. The sunlight from outside spills over his shoulders, catching the ridges of muscle beneath his skin, along with the faint scars he’s received in battle.
There are many things you need to complete before the children return, and yet you’re lingering around, watching Tsu’tey with a heated glare in your eyes. It’s almost embarrassing how easily he still gets you all hot and bothered after all these years, especially when it's over a simple act like maintaining his weapons.
You put down the basket filled with the children’s clothing and cross the marui quietly, stepping light on your feet, and once you're close enough to Tsu’tey, you crouch down to his level and press yourself against his back.
Your hands slide over his shoulders, lips brushing the skin just below his ear, then you move lower down his spine, wanting to feel his warmth. “Tsu’tey,” you murmur, pressing a light kiss to the spot you know weakens him.
Tsu’tey does not startle when you touch him, he could sense you walking over. When you touch him you feel the subtle tightening of his muscles beneath your palms, and the pause in the steady scrape of stone against his hunting knife.
His breath shifts to a calming pace, the way it always does when he’s talking to you. “Yawne… [beloved]” he says, voice low and already threaded with amusement. He quickly realizes your intentions simply by your tone of voice, he can hear the sound of desire laced within it. He can even smell it in your pheromones, enticing him even more.
You smile against his skin, deliberately brushing your lips once more along the sensitive place behind his ear. “Yes, my love?”
“You are supposed to be working.”
“I was, but now I want to be near my husband.”
His head tilts slightly, acting as if he’s assessing the truth in your words. “Mm.”
Your hands drift lazily across his chest from behind, fingers tracing familiar lines of chiseled muscle. You and him have always had a great intimate relationship, but when mating season comes, things are different.
Biological instincts pull you both closer, your patience thins, desire ignites far too easily, and you and Tsu’tey can never seem to keep your hands off of each other. “You have been staring at me,” he says, turning his head and looking up at you.
“I have not.”
“You have.”
You press your cheek against his shoulder, deciding that your mate could have a point. You did refold the same blanket about five times earlier when Tsu’tey was restringing his bow. You were practically drooling over the way the muscles in his back flexed as he fixed it. “That could be true.”
A quiet rumble of laughter vibrates through his chest, while he turns his attention back to the knife in his hand, inspecting his work. “You are not subtle, yawne. I could feel your eyes burning through me.”
“I was not trying to be subtle.” You whisper alluringly, kissing lower this time, pressing your lips to crook of his neck, the next sensitive place on his skin. You did not feel the need be subtle. What was the need when he is your mate?
Those words finally breaks him. Tsu’tey exhales through his nose and sets the blade aside, the weapon becoming the least important thing in his mind. He turns slowly within your arms, large hands immediately finding your waist, steadying you as your bodies shift face to face.
His golden eyes meet yours, his gaze warm yet dangerous while he takes in your beautiful features. “This,” he says, fingers flexing slightly against your hips, pressing his fingertips into your skin. “is exactly what I meant.”
You tilt your head, feigning innocence, acting as if you don’t know what he’s referring to. “What do you mean?”
“Your affection,” he murmurs, leaning closer, voice dropping to something that sends heat straight through you, as one of his hands slowly begins to travel up your frame. “always leads to something else.”
You grin, not denying the claim because that is true. How can you not be affectionate towards him when you have the most handsome man on Pandora as your husband? “My affections only advance because you encourage me.”
“I do not—” Instead of allowing him to finish that sentence, you kiss him. It is soft at first, teasing, but due to the air already being charged between you all morning, it instantly deepens. His hands tighten instantly, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you in so your body presses against his, the playful argument dissolving as fast as it started.
The sexual tension consumes you and Tsu’tey, pulling you both into a space of desire and lust neither of you will ever grow immune to, especially not during mating season, when your bodies are yearning for each other the most.
In one effortless motion, Tsu’tey rises, lifting you as if you weigh nothing. You gasp softly against his mouth, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips. “Impatient,” he murmurs, teasing you when he feels you tugging at his cummerbund, wanting it to be removed.
“You are worse than me,” you whisper back, breathless, smiling against his lips. He doesn’t verbally respond, instead he just kisses you harder, letting his actions answer for him.
The walk to your sleeping area is unsteady, distracted, breaths mingling, kissing messily, the world narrowing to nothing but the spiraling heat burning between you.
You reach blindly above you as he carries you through the threshold, fingers fumbling for the privacy curtain as his mouth finds your jaw, then your neck, making a moan slip from your lips.
The fabric slips through your hand a few times before you finally manage to drag it closed, sealing away the rest of the marui and the outside world. He lowers you onto the woven bedding with care, though the heat in his gaze never fades. For a moment he simply looks at you, golden eyes darkened with love and lust, chest rising slowly as he savors the sight of you.
His gaze alone is enough to make your breath hitch. The heat, affection, hunger, all of those things tangled together still manage to make your heart race after being mated for over a decade. Mating season always sharpens that look in his eyes, stripping away the last threads of restraint he tries so hard to maintain.
“Tsu’tey…” you murmur softly, desperation seeping through your tone. Your mate knows that lilt in your voice well. He knows it's your way of saying you’re ready for him, that you can’t wait any longer for.
He decided to end your suffering, moving his large hands to slide along your sides as if he’s reacquainting himself with your physique. His touch is warm, charged with that restless energy that has been simmering between you all morning and days prior, begging to be released.
A low rumble vibrates in his chest, as he imagines reconnecting your body with his own. His mouth finds yours again, kissing you with intent, heavy with the kind of heat that burns deeply within your loins. Your hands roam his body, tracing the powerful lines of his back, feeling muscle flex beneath your palms as his body settles more firmly against yours.
Clothing quickly becomes an afterthought. Your fingers work impatiently at the ties of his loincloth, movements distracted by the way his lips drift along the most sensitive areas of your body. Then, Tsu’tey hands glide along your upper body, trying to unravel the strings to your bra top before simply growing too impatient and just tearing it off, along with your loincloth, promising that he’ll repair both pieces of clothing later.
Once your clothes are off completely, both of your bodies bare of any fabric restraints, that’s when the true fun begins. Skin meets skin, heat building rapidly, breaths already uneven. Tsu’tey presses closer, the solid weight of him above you becoming intoxicating as he guides himself inside you.
When he bottoms out, his full length buried inside the warmth of your arousal, you both let out a moan that could be heard by anyone in the proximity of your home but neither of you care about reputations right now, only the connectedness of your limbs.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach the peak of intimacy. First, because you’ve been eagerly waiting for the moment your husband spreads your legs and fills you with his cock. And secondly, Tsu’tey knows how to please his woman very well.
His thrusts aren’t fast and desperate. They are slow, precise, pressing into the depths of your womb, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. “Oh— yes. Right there, baby.” You moan, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of him bullying its way inside you.
The head of Tsu’tey’s cock has begun continually thrusting against the erogenous zone of your internal autonomy, making you wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to keep him in that exact spot so it’ll push you over the edge.
Tsu’tey listens attentively, catering to his mate’s needs as always. He does as he’s told, keeping that steady movement, but not only that, he begins to pound into you harder, making you cry out from the blissful pleasure. You lower your arms from around his shoulders and begin raking your nails along his back, creating fresh red lines on his skin.
While your head is thrown back, muttering curses on your tongue, Tsu’tey is becoming overwhelmed. The back scratches are enough to add to his pleasure, enjoying the feeling of you clawing at him, taking it as a sign that he’s pleasing you well, which boosts his ego. But, what really takes things to another level for him, is the way your walls convulse around him, clamping down on his shaft, squeezing him in place as if you want him to stay buried inside you forever.
Tsu’tey buries his head within the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he growls sweet praises to you. “You feel perfect, yawne. You are taking me so well.” He deepens the rolls of his hips, making your body shudder from the new sensation. He then takes his hand, bringing it towards you, wrapping his hand gently around your throat, before raising his head and smashing his lips into yours, groaning from impact in the process.
You’ve always loved the rougher side of Tsu’tey, and that includes in the bedroom. So feeling his fingers pressed around your throat, tight enough to apply pressure but not enough to cause harm, it turns you on even more. And the words of affirmation and praise he’s spoken goes directly to your pussy, making your walls contract around him once again.
At this point, you and him are close, bodies overwhelmed with sexual pleasure, your pinnacles not too far behind. With one last powerful thrust of his hips, you begin to release. Your juices coat Tsu’tey’s shaft, your legs trembling as your orgasm passes through you, making you gasp and moan from not only your release, but the feeling of Tsu’tey’s cock still moving inside you.
Now, you’re squeezing your mate’s cock like a vice, he will not be able to last much longer if this continues, which is exactly why your body is doing it. Your womb aches for his seed, wanting it to fill you so new life can form in your belly.
This part is the true reason why mating season occurs, to breed and ensure reproduction occurs, guaranteeing the continuation of the Omatikaya lineage.
As Tsu’tey’s thrust continues, you can feel his knot swelling up, becoming bigger and wider by the minute, poking at your opening, teasing you when it burrows into your slick heat. Tsu’tey is originally a well-endowed man, but when his knot comes into play, he’s even larger. If you had to measure, his knot is at least two to three inches larger than his cock, and that’s including both length and width.
Your body is begging for his knot now, your pussy feels empty without it, even though there’s twelve inches of his rock hard cock plunging inside you as we speak. To your body, his cock is useless if his knot won’t expand and tame the roaring fire inside your deserted womb.
You begin to whimper, pulling him even further into your warm embrace, pleading for him to cum inside you, to allow his knot to swell and tie your bodies together. When you cry out for his seed like this, he can not deny you, nor can he allow himself to hold off on releasing any longer. He feels as if he will combust if he does not allow his cum to spread through your walls and coat every inch of you.
The moment you begin to whine his name, calling out for him in that desperate tone, like your ability to live relies on him cumming inside you, it breaks the flood gates.
“Fuck!” Tsu’tey shouts in Na’vi, giving you one last, deep, hard roll of his hips, sending himself buried fully inside you. His knot disappears into your hole, stretching you open even farther, and locking the two of you together.
Immediately after you and him are fused to each other, thick, hot ropes of his seed spurt into the depths of your womb, making you moan at how amazing it feels to be filled to the brim with your husband’s cum. This is a sensation you’ll never get tired of no matter how many times it occurs.
Since knotting requires you and him to be tied together, an act that ensures impregnation happens, you and him will be stuck for a while because pulling out now will cause pain to both of you. He grinds into you, wanting to ensure every last drop of his seed is working its way through your body.
Feeling his cock pulsate within your walls, the overwhelming amount of his seed oozing out of you, and his knot driving further inside you, it causes a second orgasm that’s been building up to release.
Your cream coats him, your body shakes harder than before, and you squirt all over both your legs and his groin. Your moans are like music to Tsu’tey’s ears, making him continue to slowly grind inside you, wanting to make sure you have a pleasurable time and maybe cause some overstimulation along the way.
Mating is a beautiful process. It allows your bodies to show just how much you love the other, not only physically but mentally, and emotionally. You and Tsu’tey are able to connect on a deeper level, engage in a sacred bond that’s designed for mated pairs who are in blissful love. Nothing gets better than that.
Soon, you and Tsu’tey come down from your highs, the haze of pleasure slowly melting into warm, steady breaths. The intensity of your releases fades, leaving behind nothing but the deep satisfaction that only comes from being completely lost in one another.
Before this, it had been too long since the two of you were able to have sex without rushing. Without listening out for tiny footsteps or settling for hurried touches between duties within the clan or responsibilities at home. Today, there was no quickies, no interruptions, or no exhausted promises of “later” that never came.
It was just you and him, enjoying the warmth of being with each other fully again. Your eyes meet, and the shared realization forms between you instantly. The soft smiles that spread across both your faces are affectionate, almost giddy in their own way.
You shift together without thinking, wanting to get more comfortable. Tsu’tey settles onto his back, and you curl naturally against him, your head resting on his chest as his arm wraps securely around your waist. His skin is still warm, his heart steady beneath your cheek, his hand heavy and possessive in the most comforting way.
For a while, you and him just sit there in silence. The air is peaceful and there's a quiet contentment you both share of finally having had the time to explore each other's bodies without feeling rushed.
Tsu'tey's fingers trace lazy, absent-minded patterns along your side, while your leg drapes lazily over his. While laying with him, you can feel the lingering tension in his muscles, the controlled breaths within his chest that are not entirely relaxed.
You tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, knowing it will gain Tsu’tey’s attention. A low rumble answers you, feeling the vibration underneath his skin before he speaks. “Still restless?” he murmurs, voice rough but his touch still gentle.
You are in fact quite restless, but honestly, so is he. After everything, your bodies still hum with leftover energy, still aching with that instinctive craving for each other that mating season only amplifies. The sexual hunger has been dulled, but it is nowhere near depleted.
You lift your head just enough to look at him, a playful warmth flickering in your eyes. “I was thinking…” you murmur, fingers gliding slowly over his chest, tracing his pecs. “Maybe we make up for last time.”
His gaze sharpens instantly, his ears flicking back at the mention, understanding you immediately. The last attempt you and him made for something more than quickie, it was painfully cut short by parental duties. The children refused to stay asleep, despite it being way past their bedtime. That night you and Tsu’tey were left frustrated, in more ways than one.
A slow smirk curves across his mouth, while his hand lowers down your spine, tugging gently at your tail that’s swaying behind you. “I agree, we must.” he says, Omatikaya accent thick on his tongue, while his eyes are already darkening at the thought of being inside you again.
That is all it takes for sparks to fly. The air shifts as you and him share a kiss, things slowly becoming hot and heavy once for the second time this morning. You both savor the taste of each other's lips, but things ignite instantly. His hand slides firmly up your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, heat rekindling and he turns you over, ready to put you in a position he knows will induce pleasure filled tears in your eyes.
As Tsu’tey rolls you beneath him, the familiar weight of him anchoring you to the woven mat, the outside world is no longer a thought. His body settles between your legs, his forehead resting briefly against yours as your lips meet once more. For a moment, nothing else exists, nothing else matters.
Then—
There's a soft rustle of the entrance flap to your mauri. It barely produces a sound, making it very easy to miss. Your attention remains lost in Tsu’tey and vice versa. Your fingers tangle loosely in the braids that begin at the base of his neck. Tsu’tey’s hand glides down your body, reaching your inner thighs, locating your puffy folds and the glistening pearl between your legs, about to give your core his full and undivided attention.
Until words are spoken, words that don’t come from either of you—
“Sa’nu? [Mommy]” The small voice is hesitant, uncertain, as if they are confused.
You and your mate freeze immediately. Tsu’tey’s ears perk up tracing the sound, while your heart practically falls into the pit of your stomach. He lifts his head just enough to look toward the entrance, where the privacy curtain was once closed and Lo and behold.... it's your children.
Tsu’tan stands at the opening, still holding on to the curtain, eyes looking as if they are going to bulge from his head, expression caught between confusion and complete horror. Saelya peeks from behind him, clutching her little child-sized bow, completely unaware of why her brother has suddenly gone stiff.
The sexual tension in the air completely shatters. Tsu’tey immediately shifts forward, lowering himself protectively over you, his torso covering your body as one arm stretches blindly to the side. His hand snatches the nearest blanket from the edge of the sleeping space and drags it up and over both of you, trying to shield your naked bodies from the children.
The blanket covers what it can, Tsu’tey’s body doing most of the work, his frame blocking nearly everything from the children’s view, even though the hurried scramble leaves limbs and tails awkwardly tangled beneath the thin fabric, not to mention whatever they witnessed before you were even aware of their presence.
Silence crashes down over the space, making the air feel thick and suffocating. Tsu’tan does not move. He does not blink. He simply stares, his entire body locked in place as the full, devastating reality of what he has walked into tries to process what's going on.
Saelya, still half-hidden behind him, shifts slightly, trying to peer around her brother’s rigid frame, ears flicking with innocent curiosity, not understanding what she and her brother just walk in on, being too young to understand. “…Why are you both under a blanket?”
The question hangs in the air. In fact, just hearing it makes your entire body go rigid beneath Tsu’tey. Your son’s face goes through the stages of confusion, realization, and then it turns into horror that becomes clear across his features once it clicks in his mind that you and his father were having sex before him and sister came home. “Ew— Gross!” he chokes, immediately dropping the curtain as if it has burned him. He whirls around so fast he nearly trips over his own tail. “This cannot be happening!”
Saelya startles at her brother’s outburst, blinking up at him, wanting to know what she is missing. “What? What is ew?”
Tsu’tan whirls around so fast his tail nearly knocks into her. “Nothing! Come on!”
“But—”
“Now, Saelya!” He grabs her wrist, dragging his bewildered sister away from the room. Saelya stumbles after him, still craning her neck backward in confusion as he pulls her across the marui, still very confused but following her brother's lead.
“Kids— we’re sorry!” You shout, wanting to apologize for the scene they had to witness but the only response you get is the closing of the entrance flap to your home.
For half a second, neither you nor Tsu’tey move but immediately after, chaos erupts. Tsu’tey pulls out of you, all parts of him softening from the intrusion, allowing you to be freed from his hold. “Shit, shit, shit!” You scramble upright so fast the blanket nearly drags you back down, limbs clumsy with panic as heat floods your face.
Every ounce of post-pleasure haze is gone, and has been replaced by pure, parental horror. “I have scarred my babies for life,” you groan, hands flying to your head as if you can physically hold the embarrassment in.
Beside you, Tsu’tey stands with far less grace than a warrior of his reputation should possess, but given the circumstances, it’s allowed. “They will survive,” he mutters, though his voice is strained, the words clearly chosen to reassure rather than invoke confidence.
You shoot him a look, giving him a nasty side eye. “Tsu’tey, our son looked like he witnessed a massacre.”
Tsu’tey begins to move with franticly, looking for his discarded garments, attempting to regain some shred of dignity. “I told you,” he growls under his breath, feeling mortified that his children had witnessed you and him participating in the marital act. “we should have secured the curtain.”
You stare at him in disbelief, not believing that’s the part he’s bringing attention to right now out of everything they just happened. “This is not the time for blame.” you hiss, still clutching the slipping blanket around your body.
Tsu’tey’s ears flatten slightly, though whether from embarrassment or irritation is impossible to tell. “Besides, neither of us were thinking about that in the heat of the moment,” you add, your face burning as the full weight of the situation continues to crash over you.
You and him let it go for now, due to there being no time to argue or dwell on what should or shouldn’t have happened. The two of you fall into frantic movement, trying to pull yourselves together.
Tsu’tey snatches up his loincloth and cummerbund from the floor, fingers fumbling in a way that would be laughable under any other circumstance. You grab for yourself some fresh clothes, not being able to wear the ones from earlier due to Tsu’tey ripping them off.
You and Tsu’tey hastily wipe at your skin with a damped cloth, attempting to rid yourselves of any bodily fluids, not wanting there to be any evidence of your previous activities. Once complete, Tsu’tey runs a hand through his braids, visibly rattled, movements sharp as he forces himself back into the role of composed father rather than a flustered mate.
“What are we going to tell them?” you whisper, half to yourself, and half to him, not knowing what to say.
“They are children,” he mutters, placing his garments back on with unnecessary force. “We will… explain something.”
You drag your hands down your face, mind racing, heart still pounding for entirely different reasons than before. You smooth your hair, still flushed, mind spiraling as you try to assemble anything that would sound like a parental explanation of sex. The more you think about it, the more your thoughts trip over themselves, filled with embarrassment and the need to do damage control.
Neither you or Tsu’tey speak for the next few minutes, allowing yourselves some time to process what just happened. Right now, you can only hear the confusion in your daughter’s tone, and the lingering echo of your son’s horrified voice.
While you put on your bra top, nearly tangling the strings in your hair while trying to work quickly, you realize something, making your heart drop so abruptly it nearly steals the breath from your lungs. You turn to Tsu’tey, your words grabbing his attention. “The children are home early.” Tsu’tey freezes mid-motion, head snapping toward you, ears lifting high, as you continue speaking. “They should still have at least an hour left.”
Tsu’tey’s expression tightens, his mind clearly racing through every memory of this morning. Children’s training is where they learn na’vi skills and other things young Omatikaya must learn. It usually lasts about two or three hours depending on the day. The children should have been there for at least another hour before returning.
“I heard nothing this morning about early dismissal.” Tsu’tey says, not remembering anyone saying anything to him when he escorted the kids there this morning, needing to talk with some of his fellow hunters.
A knot forms low in your stomach, far heavier than awkwardness now. Training schedules are not usually changed and the children are not usually dismissed without good reason. “…Do you think something happened?” You say, worried that maybe there is an attack on the village, like a mangkwan [ash people] raid or worse, the RDA returning.
Tsu’tey’s posture firms, keeping a calm tone even as concern flickers behind his eyes. “If danger had come, they would have sounded the alarm.” He says, coming over to you and placing a hand on shoulder, feeling you getting yourself worried and wanting to calm your nerves. “I am sure there is a good reason why they left early. One that does not mean there is harm.”
You place your hand on top of his, nodding your head in agreement. If it was something bad, you and him would have been alerted immediately, especially since Tsu’tey is one of the Omatikaya’s most prominent warriors. “You are right. I’m sure it is nothing.” You take a deep breath, deciding not to worry yourself until you are able to hear the full story.
The children seemed well and safe, despite the incident so for now, that is enough. Once that topic is complete, you and him take the next few minutes to discuss what you’re going to say to the children.
—
Outside the mauri, Tsu’tan is not a happy camper. He’s standing a short distance from your family home, arms folded tightly across his chest as he paces along the forest floor. His tail is lashing behind him, clearly expressing how agitated he is.
Saelya, meanwhile, is still confused about what she witnessed. She lingers beside her big brother, small fingers still wrapped around her child-sized bow, big eyes filled with curiosity rather than trauma. Her head tilts as she studies Tsu'tan's expression, clearly trying to piece together why he’s so bothered.
“…Tsu’tan?” She doesn't get a response from him the first time, so she steps closer. “Tsu’tan,” she repeats, louder this time, tugging lightly at his arm. “What were Sa’nu [mommy] and Sempu [daddy] doing?”
His face contorts instantly, not even wanting to answer, trying to get the image of you and Tsu’tey out of his mind. “Do not ask me that,” he groans, voice thick with pure misery.
“But I do not understand,” Saelya insists, blinking up at him. “Why were they under a blanket? And why didn’t they have any clothes?”
Tsu’tan visibly recoils, as if the memory alone causes him physical pain. “Because they were being disgusting.”
Saelya frowns, still confused. “Disgusting how?”
He makes a strangled sound, as if it hurts him even thinking about what he walked in on. “I wish I did not have eyes.”
Her ears flick forward, undeterred, still wanting an explanation. “It looked like Sempu's back was scratched by a nantang [viperwolf]. And why was he on top of Sa’nu like that?” she continues, vocalizing any thought that pops into her mind. “Were they fighting?”
“They were not fighting.”
“But he was holding her down.” Saelya says, not understanding how you and him weren’t fighting since he was on top of you. She has seen warriors practice fighting and used similar tactics, so to her, you and Tsu’tey were fighting.
“I know.”
“…Was he winning?”
Tsu’tan’s soul visibly attempts to leave his body, when she asks that. “I am going to be sick,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face, feeling his stomach churn. “Please stop talking.”
Saelya blinks again, processing none of his distress, and ignoring his wishes of her not asking anything else. “Do adults practice combat like that?”
His eyes squeeze shut, a hiss rips from his throat, and his fingers fly upward to press against his temple, feeling a tension headache coming on. “I do not want to think about them practicing anything.”
Before Saelya can launch another question at her brother, movement from the mauri entrance saves him. Tsu’tan’s eyes snap open. And for the first time since the horrific incident, relief floods his features. You and Tsu’tey emerge, both now fully dressed, attempting to look calm, composed, and absolutely not like two individuals who were seconds away from another round of mating.
Tsu’tan has never been happier to see anyone in his entire life. He is glad he doesn’t have to be the one to answer his sister's million and one questions about matters even he would not like thinking about.
When Saelya hears footsteps approaching, she immediately turns, running towards you and her father. “Sa’nu! Sempu!”
When looking at your children, every muscle in your body tightens, though you force a neutral expression on your face as you get closer. Tsu’tey stands beside you, posture firm but clearly tense, the faintest hint of embarrassment lingering in his features, but not enough for the kids to notice.
When the whole family is standing before each other, there is nothing but silence. Tsu’tan doen’t know what to say, while you and your mate can’t even imagine where to start. This whole situation is awkward for everyone, except your youngest child. Saelya looks between you and Tsu’tey, glad the grown ups are here so they can actually give her some real answers, unlike her brother. “…What were you doing in there?”
For half a second, your brain completely empties, still not knowing exactly how to answer your daughter. You and Tsu’tey knew she would want answers, she inherited your curiousness after all, and that paired with Tsu’tey’s stubbornness would mean whatever answers you gave her, they needed to be believable for her young mind. “We were,” you begin, voice only slightly strained, deciding to give Saelya an age appropriate answer. “resting.”
Tsu’tey nods once, agreeing with your explanation. For now, until she's older, that is that she needed to know. “Yes. Resting.”
“Na’vi rest close for warmth sometimes.” you add on, quickly, hoping that reasoning is enough for her. It does make sense since the forest has been a little cooler than usual.
Tsu’tan rolls his eyes, not looking convinced in the slightest, because he knows that you and his father were not ‘resting’ as you claim. Saelya, however, tilts her head, still unconvinced. “But what about Sempu’s back?” she continues innocently, walking around and facing his back, pointing to all the reddened lines across his skin. “And why was he on top of you? It looked like he was squishing you.”
Tsu’tan’s expression somehow worsens, if that is even possible.
When you look at your mate’s back and then your daughter’s face, you feel like your soul nearly leaves your body. You open your mouth, trying to answer but nothing comes out. You feel heat crawl up your neck, your mind scrambling for anything that resembles a reasonable explanation for the marks that you created. “Well…” you begin, forcing your voice into something calm, something motherly, despite the internal panic. “Sometimes when adults are close, very close, it can be… confusing.”
Saelya watches you with wide, unblinking eyes, her ears carefully listening to your every word. “The scratches,” you continue carefully, gesturing vaguely to Tsu’tey’s back. “are nothing bad.” Tsu’tan makes another strangled, disbelieving sound, feeling himself about to gag. “And your father was not squishing me,” you add, not wanting her to think Tsu’tey eas hurting you because he would never. “We were just—”
You stop, feeling like there is no safe way to end that sentence without sharing the fact you and Tsu’tey were having sex. You nearly choke on your saliva, not knowing what to say, wanting her to keep her innocence until the time comes for you and Tsu’tey to have “the talk” with her. This not how you want to introduce the idea of mating to her.
Before your panic can fully surface, and you end up saying the wrong thing, Tsu’tey smoothly steps in, his timing so perfect it is almost suspicious. His large hand settles reassuringly at the small of your back as he reclaims the conversation, taming the flame of his daughter’s questions. “It is from us training.” he says evenly, giving her a calm yet stern look, showing that he is confident in his answer.
Saelya tilts her head, this answer finally making sense to her. Since Tsu’tey is a great warrior, and you are skilled in combat, it does make sense to her that you and him were training, even if she doesn’t understand why it was without clothing. “Training? Like the lessons I learned today?”
“Yes,” Tsu’tey replies without missing a beat, giving a strong nod. “Your sa'nok [mother] is… very powerful. She does not know her own strength.” His explanation hangs there, thin but still very intact, enough that Saelya believes it. It not only soothes your daughter’s thoughts, but it makes a subtle heat come across your cheeks when you catch the double meaning in his words.
Now, that all Saelya’s questions have been answered, it is time to set some ground rules. Tsu’tey looks in between both of the children, giving them a pointed look. “Next time,” he says, voice steady but carrying an authoritative weight, wanting his children to hear his words. “you will announce yourselves. If the privacy curtain is closed,” he continues, ears flicking slightly backward, “it is for a reason.”
Saelya nods immediately, making a mental note that the next time to call out her name before entering your sleeping area, not wanting to interrupt your ‘resting’ or ‘training’ time anymore. “Okay, Sempu. I will.” And just like that, the matter is settled. Her attention already begins drifting to something else, her gaze catching on something pretty in the distance. Within seconds, she is distracted entirely, curiosity redirected with the lighting speed only a child possesses.
Tsu’tan, however, remains like a statue, unwilling to make eye contact with either of you. Tsu’tey notices, and so do you, making you and him lock eyes and nod with silent understanding. “Saelya,” you say gently, gesturing toward the flora within the distance. “Why don’t you go practice your aim for a little while?”
Her face brightens instantly, wanting to use the techniques that Tarsem taught her when he led children’s training today. “Okay!” And just like that, she bounces away, raising her bow and grabbing her arrows from inside the mauri before practicing.
With Saelya gone, you crouch down to Tsu’tan’s level, keeping your tone gentle but firm. “I know that was… unexpected,” you start, giving him a soft smile to ease his tension. “But me and your father love each other, and that is what adults in love do.”
He crosses his arms, looking anywhere but at you, feeling himself cringe. “Gross,”
“You’re old enough to understand what we were doing,” you continue, placing a hand on your son’s shoulder. “But it’s not something you need to think about. Just… respect our privacy and do what your father said, okay? That’s all we ask.”
Tsu’tey crouches beside you, adding in his reassuring tone and thoughts on the matter. “You’ll understand more when you are older, Tsu’tan. For now, just know it is private, but also natural.”
Tsu’tan scrunches up his nose, shaking his head, thinking that sex is not natural, but in fact very disgusting. “I will never do that when I’m older. It’s so gross.”
You and Tsu’tey exchange a glance before letting out soft laughter, the sound easing the tension between the three of you. You both recognize the familiar stubbornness of youth, that same insistence where every child believes the marital act is gross before they mature and fully understand the ways of mating and the links that come with intimacy.
“Alright, Tsu’tan,” you say with a smile, ruffling his hair lightly. “Just… promise to remember what we’ve talked about and we’ll call it even.”
He huffs, nodding firmly, agreeing to you and his father’s terms. “I promise, I will never barge in again.”
The moment softens, the tension now loosening and all of you feeling a little less embarrassed now. Saelya is now far less concerned with what you and Tsu’tey were doing, while Tsu’tan tries very hard to look like he has already moved on from the most horrifying experience of his young life.
You are relieved to see the color slowly returning to Tsu’tan’s face now that the conversation is now over. When you are about to join Saelya, wanting to help her with her posture, a thought clicks into place. “…Tsu’tan,” you ask, turning your attention back to your son. “why were you and your sister home early?”
Tsu’tey looks over to his first born, wondering the same thing. Tsu’tan shifts his weight, the embarrassment from moments ago fading into something surprisingly close to amusement. “Training ended.”
Tsu’tey’s forehead lines tighten slightly, not understanding. “Ended? Training should not have ended yet,” he says. “It was not time. You should have still been there.”
Saelya hears the change of conversation and runs over, clearly delighted to explain why they returned earlier than expected. “A yerik [hexapede] ran through,”
You blink, needing more details before you can fully understand what she means. “…Ran through?”
Tsu’tan’s face brightens at the memory, beginning to laugh while he goes more into detail about what happened. “Someone startled it while it was eating. It bolted straight across the training grounds.”
Saelya is already giggling, remembering how everyone was jumping out of its path. “It was fast.”
“Very fast,” Tsu’tan confirms, gesturing his hand at how quickly it moved across the forest floor. “Everyone scattered.”
Tsu’tey’s ears twitch upward, wondering how the issue was handled. “What did Tarsem do?”
Tsu’tan grins now, the earlier trauma entirely forgotten since the story he’s telling is too funny to care. “He tried to jump out of the way.”
Saelya bursts into laughter, thinking about how Tarsem’s eyes widened when he saw the yerik charging towards him. “But he didn’t make it.”
Your eyes widen, hoping that Tarsem didn’t injure himself. “What happened?”
“He slipped and fell,” Tsu’tan says, barely containing his amusement. “Right into the river.”
For a brief moment, silence hangs. Then, you choke on a laugh. Tsu’tey turns his head sharply away, not wishing to show his amusement at Tarsem’s misfortunes, even though the subtle shake of his shoulders betrays him completely and shows that he in fact finds it funny.
“He came up soaked!” Saelya says, the memory flashing into her head and making her laugh even harder.
“And angry,” Tsu’tan adds, remembering the grumpy face on Tarsem’s face when he walked out of the water. “Everyone was laughing.”
“We couldn’t stop ourselves.” Saelya giggles, placing a hand over her mouth, trying to calm herself before her stomach starts hurting.
Tsu’tan nods, agreeing with her. “No one could take him seriously and listen to his instructions after that. So he dismissed us early.”
You press a hand to your mouth, feeling bad for Tarsem and hoping he didn't hurt himself too badly. “Oh no…”
Tsu’tey exhales through his nose, finally allowing a faint, reluctant smile to curl on his lips. “…That explains much.”
Despite yourself, laughter still flickers in your chest, the image of Tarsem falling into the water too funny not to picture. But then the reality of the children’s unfortunate timing settles heavily back into your mind. You groan softly, dragging a hand down your face. “All of this…”
“…Because Tarsem lost his balance.” Tsu’tey mutters, finishing your sentence, huffing a quiet breath beside you, understanding your frustration completely.
The children, meanwhile, look entirely pleased with what they consider to be an excellent story. They already plan to tell their fellow clan members at communal dinner tonight. And while you cannot deny the humor of the situation, you cannot help but wish that Tarsem had kept his footing.
Because if he had, this entire disaster could have been avoided, the awkward conversation wouldn't have needed to happen, and you and your husband could have engaged in plenty more rounds of mating before having to fall back into your parental roles.
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It is now night time in Pandora. After a day that felt far longer than it should have, both of the children are now sleeping, curled in their sleeping area, bodies relaxed while they energize themselves for tomorrow. The earlier chaos has dissolved into the peaceful stillness only relaxation can bring.
You and Tsu’tey are side by side, tidying up your home, completing the rest of the chores from earlier that you didn’t get a chance to finish, too busy being distracted by your husband’s good looks.
The faint glow of the bladder lanterns scattered around your home casts a soft hue across Tsu’tey’s skin as he works on gathering your daughter’s toys, helping to restore order within your home.
When the last of the mess is cleared, you barely have time to gather your thoughts before Tsu’tey’s hand closes around your wrist. You blink in surprise as he gently but insistently pulls you toward him. “Tsu’tey—” you start, half laughing, half confused at why he’s pulling you. But he is already guiding you away, leading you toward the exit of your dwelling. “Where are you taking me?” you whisper, trying not to wake the children, wanting them to stay fast asleep.
His ears flick slightly, a hint of mischief and hunger in his golden eyes, a look you know means he is up to no good. “Somewhere private.”
Your breath catches, feeling your stomach flip when you hear the deep rumble in his voice. “And why,” you ask, though you already have a feeling by the way his eyes are wandering your body, “do we need privacy?”
He stops walking, pulling you close to him, his voice thick and warm against your skin, making you shudder. “Because,” he murmurs, “I must be able to taste your sweetness again.”
Heat blooms instantly across your face then spreads down to between your thighs. Even after all this time, after two children, your mate can still unravel you with a single sentence. You shake your head, flustered, though your smile betrays you. “Tsu’tey… We cannot go far,” you begin softly, not wanting to disrupt his plans but you can’t leave Tsu’tan and Saelya home alone. “The kids—”
“All is well,” he interrupts calmly, placing a hand up to stop you from continuing. “I asked Jake to stay with them why we are gone.”
“You did?”
He nods once, very serious despite the intent behind his actions. “When I went into the village today to discuss the upcoming hunt with the war party.”
You stare at him for a moment, then laugh under your breath, placing your hand on his cheek, allowing your thumb to glide across his jawline. “You have thought of everything.”
Tsu’tey’s mouth curves slightly, pride and desire blending in a beautiful mixture that makes his chest puff out. “I must.” His gaze drags slowly over you, while his hands wanders down your side, pulling you flush against his body. “I will not be caught by our children again,” he adds dryly, not enjoying the memory. “but neither will I deny myself the pleasure of my muntxate [wife].” He growls, his voice deepening as he remembers the session you and him had before the children came in.
Your stomach flips, his words instantly turning you on and creating a pool of slick in your tweng [loincloth]. Moments later, once Jake arrives to watch over the children, you and Tsu'tey move through the forest, fingers intertwined, while Tsu’tey leads you to the place he’s been wanting to take you for a while now.
While walking, you begin to come familiar with the path. The river greets you, along with the gentle waterfall. Bioluminescent light ripples across the water, reflecting against the thick curtains of flora, greenery, and heavy vines. The sound of flowing water wraps around the clearing, swallowing any and all noises. The perfect refuge, especially for what activities you and Tsu’tey have planned.
Na’vi couples have used places like this for many generations, nature’s hidden chambers of privacy, giving mated pairs a space to be intimate without worrying about prying eyes, children, or anything else that can disrupt the martical act.
You and Tsu’tey have been here before, many times, especially when you were in your first few years of being mated and could not resist not being together for more than a few hours. But it has been a long time since you’ve been here due to children, duties, and other things.
Tsu’tey reaches the wall of vines and pushes them aside, holding them open for you to enter. You step through, heart already racing, the air feeling much cooler against your skin. Before you can speak, he is in front of you. Hands on your waist, eyes dark with desire. “I have missed this place.” he says quietly, placing his forehead against yours.
You smile, pulse thundering, placing your arms around his shoulders, resting your palms on the back of his neck. “Me too. We have had many good memories here.” You remember some of the sexual encounters you had here. Each one being more magical than the last, one of them being the night you conceived your first child.
Being here always made the connection between you and him feel so strong, made things feel much more romantic. And during mating season, those feelings became very intense.
“We did, and tonight we will make more.” Tsu’tey murmurs, pulling you in, allowing his lips to quickly find yours, kissing you so deeply you moan against him. His hands slide along your back, your fingers thread into his braids, and soon things become heated.
You and him lay on the forest floor, allowing the soft moss to cushion your bodies. Tsu’tey shifts over you, the confident warrior beginning to tower you, but you stop him with a sudden, playful shove. He blinks in surprise as you push him back just enough to reverse your positions. “I am on top this time,” you declare softly, a teasing challenge dancing in your voice.
While you enjoy Tsu’tey being dominating you in every manner, you also like to be in control. To watch his face twist in pleasure, to hear his groans spill into the air, and feel his hand wrap around your throat while he drills into you from underneath.
When Tsu’tey hears your demand, a slow smirk appears, already feeling himself harden at the thought of you riding him. He’s more than willing to allow this, he enjoys being in this position, it allows him to admire you and that’s something he’ll always love. “As you wish,” He responds, making you smile. You lean over him, fingers already moving to remove his loincloth, savoring the way Tsu’tey watches you, as if he’s starving for a taste of you.
Beneath you, Tsu’tey watches with heavy anticipation, his golden eyes tracking your every movement, completely at your mercy and ready for another mating season that neither you will ever forget… for more reasons than one.
No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in the rain, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earth quaking, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, detectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride.
“Lo’ak! How many times do I have to tell you–”
Your heart breaks for your brother. Your father yells at him for being caught with his brother tulkun, Payakan. Disappointment was evident in his eyes, his jaw taut in the endless irritation he seemed to have for Lo’ak.
You try to approach, but your father only shakes his head, gently moving you out of his way.
How could Dad treat him like nothing happened?
The death of your eldest brother, Neteyam, only hardened your father’s resolve. He became more strict when it came to you and your siblings. The ongoing war with humans.
It disgusts you, when you think about that night. The pearly grin of your older brother, his polite laugh when you made awkward jokes to cheer up your family– Neteyam was the older brother everyone would wish for. He notices when something is off with you, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk. He was the perfect older brother.
You miss the forest.
You wish you never left.
You wish damnation on the humans.
You wailed angrily at the waters in the middle of the night, sobbing as you hummed notes akin to how you used to sing random tunes for the family.
It was never the same since your older brother joined the great mother’s embrace.
You could barely talk to your mother. Neytiri, the greatest warrior you knew, she anguished for your family’s loss. JakeSully, your mighty father, gone to the grief and sorrow he carried.
“Great mother, why?” You whispered into the salty air as you held your braid in your hands, followed by a loud vocalization. You stood up, lifting a leg to take a step, then another, your arms swaying in the air as you did a spin in the sands.
Your right arm falls into your chest, fist clenching against your top, the twinkling luminescence on your skin dimming from sorrow. Your figure takes a spin, hair gracefully carried by the wind as you let out another pained wail into the air.
The melody you sang was haunting. It was akin to the way a body plunges into the depths of the water. Your voice, deep from the melancholy you felt.
You held both your hands against your chest, the fabric of your top bunching as you pressed your hands into your skin, hoping it would do anything to numb the pain you felt. Your cheeks were damp as silent tears rolled down.
Could you have done anything to change my family’s fate?You take your left arm, extending it to the skies then slamming it down against the sands after your body collapses.
You extend your fingers on the ground, pushing yourself up as you stare off at the direction of where the enormous human contraptions lie under the waters. A blank expression washes over you, remembering that no matter how you try to talk to your parents, your siblings, you always get the same response.
“Can we do this later, sister?”“Not now, babygirl.”You smile bitterly, eyelids drooping from acceptance, that maybe– maybe you held little significance to your family. You love them. You would trade your life for them.
But would they do the same for you?You tuck a small bundle of braids behind your ear, sniffling as you picked up some firewood you collected for your family’s marui.
It takes you little time to reach the woven mats where your family resides. You see Tuk giggling beside Kiri as you enter. You mask the melancholy with a smile, crouching to toss some firewood in the middle of the marui, warming your surroundings.
Lo’ak was nowhere to be seen. Your dad, fusing a human contraption into your mother’s arrows, quietly twisting something into place.
“Dad–” your voice falls, not wanting to disturb him, then just quietly walk to the end of your marui and drop your legs into the waters. You smile at the glowing biodiversity you see. There, you felt your eyes drooping from exhaustion.
You think of your mother smiling at you fondly, your father laughing as he tickles Tuk. Kiri laughing as she messes around in the forest, how in tune she is with nature, Lo’ak’s toothy grin when he discovers a new apparatus made by humans, as he rambles to everyone how Dad would teach him how to use it soon. Your mind drifts off to your deceased older brother, Neteyam. How he used to weave small accessories for your mother, your sisters, and you.
Your father sighs after noticing you falling asleep outside the marui. Jake stands up and carries you to your mat, his brows furrowing in guilt as he sees a tear escaping from your eye, your hand clutching an accessory he remembers Neteyam giving to you as a reward for bonding with an ikran.
In your sleep, your final conversation with your older brother replays in your mind.
“Little sister, come on. I will be back with the skxawng before you know it,” Neteyam chuckles, ruffling your hair before he jumps after Lo’ak, who was looking for Payakan to warn the outcast tulkun.
The avatar fandom is one of those places where you have about 5 months around the film’s release where there is like 20 fics a minute and then complete radio silence until the next film releases 2000 decades later.
