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19 - she/her, here for so much..

[tiswanye]

girls need love

lo’ak × f!reader × tsireya

SUMMARY when lo’ak forgets to give his mates the attention they deserve, they take matters into their own hands. you and tsireya are set on him learning his lesson – ignore your girls long enough, and they’ll make sure you feel it.

WARNING mdni, sub!lo’ak, switch!tsireya, switch/dom!reader, fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, miscommunication or rather complete lack of it, scheming, wlw, porn with plot, alien biology, making out, dirty talk, teasing, edging, restrains, humiliation if you squint, spit as lube, ass worship, breast and nipple play, oral sex (both giving and receiving), cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, fingering, fisting implied, 69, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cock slapping, double blow-job, very poor na’vi, mild use of y/n, lower case intended, possible typos and grammar/spelling mistakes.

WORDS 13k

A/N here goes my first ever fanfic! decided to set on loreya with reader. i am super nervous, but i've decided to take this little step in right direction, and share my works :). it may not be perfection, but still something that i am finally proud of. there will be possible grammar/spelling mistakes as english is not my first language. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. <3

lo’ak. you both missed him, so much. lately, he had been caught up in all of his duties – hunting, training, meetings – almost forgetting about his mates. or he completely forgot? you weren’t sure anymore if he remembered you existed. tsireya, even in the middle of her tsakarem training, always found some time. but lo’ak was either always too busy or too tired for anything. truthfully, you didn’t even spend any time as three anymore. no talks, hugging together to sleep, shared meals… not to even mention sex. when he comes back home, most of the times you and tsireya are asleep, and by sunrise, he is gone again.

you weren’t angry, no. you understand that, as a warrior, he had to protect the village. the people come first, of course. but you were exhausted. and it wasn’t just you; you could see it in tsireya too. the sweet, caring girl you’d grown up with and loved dearly was carrying her own weight of disappointment. so heavy that she even talked to her mother, the tsahìk, just to order lo’ak some rest. yet with him being well, she couldn’t do much.

then there was tsireya’s heat, two weeks ago. it was brutal. you were alone, again, because lo’ak went with hunting party to drive akula off from the reef. and he goes knowing well, that one of his mates will now need him more than ever. lo’ak’s absence was hard on tsireya. her body was aching, mood swinging. and she kept looking at you like she wanted him, but he wasn’t there. tsaheylu wasn’t complete without lo’ak, and tsireya needed both of her mates to feel better. you could not help her, no matter how much you tried to take care of your mate. you both had to deal with it alone, which was… painful. she was restless, and you felt guilty for not being able to fix it. you tried to distract her, tried to comfort her, and tried to meet her needs as best as you could.

it wasn’t just physical. it was the emotional absence, the longing for bond. you felt it in your chest every time you saw her trying to pretend she was okay, every time she bit her lip and whispered lo’ak’s name in the dark as you pleasured her. his absence was impossible to ignore. and you, both of you, were stuck with it.

so now, here you were.

a quiet whine echoed through marui as the tip of your tongue teasingly slipped over tsireya’s entrance. her thighs placed around your shoulders as she quivered. feeling your mate tense up, you looked up at her. tsireya’s bioluminescent freckles showed along her skin in the dim light of your woven home.

“mawey, yawntutsyìp,” you whispered, placing gentle kisses along her inner thigh.

tsireya nodded, although the motion was barely visible. she was clearly struggling to ease her breath, chest rising too quickly, as if even calming herself took more concentration than she had left. “i’m trying,” she whispered shakily, but it sounded more like a plea than reassurance.

you smirked against her and went in again, slower this time. flattening your tongue, you licked a meticulous stripe through her folds, savouring her taste. salty, yet so damn addicting. your tongue circled her clit, lazy and deliberate, before sealing your lips around it and lapping hard. without even meaning to, tsireya’s hips jerked up to meet your mouth as you sucked on her swollen bud. it made her fingers dig into the mat, like she needed something to anchor her sanity. holding her steady by the hips, you moved her closer to your mouth while your fingers sank into her soft, teal skin.

“open your legs more,” you murmured against her, voice hoarse. she obeyed instantly, almost instinctively, spreading herself for you. the faint shimmer of her glowing slick already dripping across her inner thighs. what a disguise of a good girl, you knew she could be feisty when she wanted to. you rose slightly, taking a better look at her and eywa; she looked breathtaking. her black curly locks were loose around her head, freshly unbraided. oh, how you loved her. stealing a quick kiss from her lips that tsireya tried to chase with her own, but you went back to her awaiting pussy.

you licked her as before, again focusing on the swollen nub at the top. tsireya’s bit her lip, trying to muffle all the noises she made. her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head closer as if wordlessly asking for more. and you gave her exactly that.

tightening your grip on her hips and pinning her down. you gave her one more slow, deep lick before moving onto her sweet hole.

“please, don’t tease,” tsireya whined the moment she felt your tongue slipping inside her. she slapped hand over her mouth, trying to stay quiet. yet the tiny, choked noises kept slipping out anyway.

pressing your mouth to her cunt more firmly, teasing her with shallow strokes before you obliged, finally dipping your tongue just a little deeper. her walls clenched around you, hot and welcoming and tight, as if trying to pull you deeper. you groaned into her, sucking on her hole, making her hips buck. “look at you, so wet for me already.” and you were right – tsireya was dripping already, slick coating your tongue each time you lapped. the taste of her, sharp and sweet, was settling in your mouth in a way that made you dizzy. “you taste so amazing, paskalìn.” you praised and sucked at her pussy again, this time adding a finger.

tsireya gasped and her back arched off the mat, meeting your face. without any control over her body, she rocked her hips against your mouth, trying to seek even more friction as she struggled to find a rhythm. her thighs shook around you, and you could feel her getting close.

“shh,” you murmured into her, voice low but patient. i’ve got you.” the words alone made her whimper.

“not yet, baby,” you whispered, finally pulling your mouth away. instead, you began pressing slow, tender kisses along her inner thigh, deliberately easing the stimulation just enough to let her breathe again. tsireya shuddered at the loss of your tongue, chest rising desperately as she tried to steady herself. frustration tangled in her gut, she wanted- no, needed to finally cum.

you couldn’t allow her to cum yet. not when lo’ak hadn’t seen the little show the two of you had put up for him. and then, as if summoned by the thought..

tsireya felt it, the shift. the way your attention moved, your body lifting just slightly away from her needy cunt. she blinked, dazed, trying to piece herself together, when the sound reached her ears. a soft rustle of drapes closing off the marui being pulled aside. fresh ocean air swept in, carrying salt and sunlight with it, thin rays spilling across the woven floor as lo’ak stepped inside.

you pushed yourself up onto your arms and glanced back, catching sight of your other mate finally returning. a small smirk curved your lips. without looking away from him, one of your hands slid back between tsireya’s thighs, your fingers finding her clit again. this time infuriatingly slow, painfully even.

tsireya inhaled sharply, her body reacting instantly, and hips chased your fingers. her hands moved instinctively to her chest, sliding up her own body. she cupped her tits, tugging lightly at one of her nipples, head tilting back as a low moan slipped free. this move showed off her neck, skin marked with your bruised hickeys. widening her thighs more to accommodate you, she tried to let lo’ak see exactly how ready she was.

lo’ak stopped mid-step. his gaze took in the entire scene at once: tsireya spread open, and her tanhì mixed with sweat glowing on the mat, hair loose, breath still uneven. on the other hand, there were you between tsireya’s thighs, lips damp, relaxed and confident. both of you clearly having enjoyed yourself.

tsireya looked completely spent – face flushed, trembling, chest rising fast, eyes heavy with need she had no intention of hiding. she met lo’ak’s gaze, lips parting as her breath hitched, when one of your fingers found its way in. “fuck… yes, please!” her fingers curled into the mat, as your thumb continued its unhurried, merciless motion on her clit.

taking a quick look at the mesmerising woman before you, you bit your lip. oh, you and lo’ak were damn lucky enough to call tsireya yours. finally, you glanced back at him, teeth slowly releasing your lower lip as tsireya’s was falling apart beneath your touch.

lo’ak’s jaw tightened, eyes darkening as he took in the sight before him. one of tsireya’s hands was still playing with her nipple, while other moved to caressing your leg. she met lo’ak’s gaze, lips parted as if inviting him. daring him to come closer. and he did, exactly as planned.

“fuck,” lo’ak breathed out. “my girls are so damn hot.”

he stepped closer, knees bending until he knelt beside you. one hand pulled you closer to press a soft kiss to your temple, while the other cupped tsireya’s cheek, thumb brushing over her skin.

“and your girls need some loving,” you said, eyes speaking volumes as your nose nudged at his neck, scenting him.

“ugh… if not that olo’eyktan needs me–” he groaned, trying to keep himself in check.

“lo’lo, my father can wait,” tsireya caught in, still fighting to not give in to pleasure. her face nuzzled into his palm, soft and seeking. fingers drifted from your thigh, unconsciously tracing vein lines along his arm.

“we’re more important, aren’t we?” you asked, tilting your head and brushing your lips along his ear. you licked, then nipped gently, watching his breath hitch. you smirked, knowing exactly where to hit his weakness that always made him shiver.

lo’ak groaned. “you know i can’t,” his hand briefly resting against your hip. palm lingered on tsireya’s cheek for a second longer, brushing along her jawline, before he slowly rose to his feet.

“i’m sorry,” he said, the want was clear in his tone as he looked at you. “i’ll make it up to you later.”

but before you could respond, he stepped back, smiling at you both, and then, just like that, he was gone. the marui suddenly felt larger, emptier, the faint trace of his scent still lingering in the air. you were quiet for a moment, until tsireya exhaled heavily.

“he left us, again,” tsireya mumbled saddened. you leaned in, reassuringly brushing your lips along her collarbone, while your hand traced the curve of her ribs. soft, upset smile stretched across your face as you kissed the corner of her lips.

“oh, ma’tanhì… i know,” you whispered, teeth catching lightly on her shoulder, teasing the delicate skin there. “and i might have a plan. but first, let me take care of you.”

and just as you had expected, lo’ak didn’t keep his promise. he didn’t come back this evening. from what you’d managed to piece together from tonowari earlier, the hunting party had run into trouble. the akula had been unusually restless lately, constantly returning to the reef instead of disappearing into deeper waters. they were dangerous and unpredictable, needing to be taken care of now.

now, night had settled in. you were leaning against the woven linen wall of the marui, legs stretched out. tsireya’s head rested on your thighs while your fingers gently ran through her hair, massaging her scalp, more for comfort than anything else. yours as much as hers. neither of you had said much for a while.

“i hope he’s well,” tsireya murmured at last, her voice barely above the sound of the waves outside.

you let out a quiet giggle, not because it was funny, but because it was easier than letting the worry show too clearly. “well… it’s lo’ak,” you said. “we kinda have to have hope and believe he’ll be fine.”

tsireya reciprocated your chuckle, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. clumsy, reckless lo’ak. when you and tsireya first got to know him, he seemed like a quiet and shy guy. but it turned out to be just a façade. he was hot-headed, always acting first and thinking only after the fact. that part of him hadn’t completely changed, but you had to admit, he’d grown. a lot. mating with you and ‘reya had forced him to slow down, at least a little. to think beyond himself.

“i wish he were here with us now.” your mate added, looking up at you. you kept brushing tsireya’s hair back gently.

“i know,” you said, softer now. “but… he’s needed somewhere else tonight.” the excuse tasted sour in your mouth. you weren’t sure who it was really for – tsireya, or yourself.

tsireya stiffened. “he always is,” she snapped suddenly, lifting her head just enough to look away. “he’s needed everywhere, just never here. not with us.”

the frustration in her voice was sharp, and honest. you bit down on your lip, and damn it hit, because you felt it too.

“i miss him,” tsireya added, quieter this time. and felt a painful sting in your chest. you swallowed, then rested your hand on her shoulder, grounding both of you.

“me too, tìyawn,” you whispered. and in the silence that followed, the empty space where lo’ak should have been felt heavier than the night itself.

“i’ll talk to my father,” tsireya proposed after a moment. “maybe he’ll ease up on him a bit.”

you snorted. “oh, great. and then the whole clan will start talking. the mighty warrior can’t handle real work.”

a corner of her mouth twitched, a soft giggle escaping her lips. “oh, shut up y/n!” she sat up properly and jabbed her elbow straight into your ribs, causing you to twist in pain and hiss. you sucked in a sharp breath, then laughed despite yourself.

“no, i’m serious,” you said between laughs. “that’s exactly how it’ll go. he’ll never hear the end of it.”

tsireya rolled her eyes but didn’t move away, staying close. “he’d survive.”

“barely,” you shot back, grinning.

the laugh that escaped you then was louder. freer. probably the first real one in a long time. and it caught you both off guard. you hadn’t realized how much you’ve been holding to yourself until that moment. for a brief moment, the worry loosened its grip, and it almost felt normal again.

“probably,” tsireya said with a small nod. “but at least we’ll get him back.”

she pulled one knee up to her chest, arms wrapping around it as her fingers absently tracing patterns against her skin. “i know he’s trying to prove himself,” she went on. “especially after his dad and neteyam… and i am proud of him. i really am.” her voice softened. “he’s grown so much. he listens more. he thinks more. sometimes i don’t even recognize him.” she hesitated, breath catching just a little. “but…”

it was typical tsireya, only seeing good in people. “yeah,” you replied quietly, before she even had to finish. you shifted slightly, leaning on wooded pillar that supported your marui. “he is doing well,” you let out a short, amused laugh. “almost too well. apparently, some girls even tried to hit on him.”

tsireya let out an incredulous scoff, looking over at you. “seriously?”

“seriously,” you nodded. “one of them actually asked if he was already mated. like she didn’t already know.”

that earned a soft laugh from tsireya, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. you noticed the way her shoulders relaxed anyway, just a little, as if the humor helped take the edge off the worry. you glanced over at her then, and really looked at her. the familiar curve of her mouth, the way her lashes cast shadows against her cheeks, the calm strength she carried even when she was frustrated or scared. it grounded you in a way nothing else really did.

“well,” tsireya said at last, lips curling into a crooked smile, “it sucks for them. he’s ours. oh, he’d be so full of himself if he heard that.”

“he already is,” you said. “sometimes.” lifting one shoulder in a lazy shrug, lips quirking. tsireya turned her head toward you slowly, eyes narrowing as she studied your face. it was the kind of look that said keep talking and see what happens. you held it for a second, then cracked first, your smile giving you away.

“he’s quite a catch,” you giggled, tilting your head and bumped your shoulder against tsireya’s. “and you’re quite a catch, too.”

“oh, don’t start!” she exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth. like she just realized how loud she’s been. it was late, too late for any noise and you did not want to wake up anyone.

you chuckled under your breath. “relax, no one heard.”

tsireya didn’t answer right away. instead, her eyes lingered on you, softer now, searching your face like she was trying to decide if you were joking or not. and tsireya knew you weren’t, but sometimes she needed extra convincing. all this time, and you still didn’t get how she could doubt herself. this stunning woman – somehow yours and lo’ak’s, by eywa’s grace – was beautiful in every way that mattered. both inside and out. in the low light, you noticed the faint warmth creeping into her cheeks at your poor attempt of flirt. it made your heart skip a beat, the same as in the beginning of your relationship.

“you’re impossible,” tsireya murmured, smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“no,” you said, quieter now. “i’m serious.” your voice surprised even you. it came out husky. tsireya’s gaze flicked down to your mouth for half a second before she caught herself, and that was all it took to undo whatever restraint you’d had left.

your eyes dropped to her lips. you bit back your smile, fully aware of how close she was. eywa, you felt as in the beginning if everything. when every touch, gesture, kiss was with utmost carefulness and shy. you remember being fourteen, when sullies arrived at the reef seeking uturu. and the moment lo’ak caught your and tsireya’s eye. it was just meant to be. but now, someone was missing. and fuck, you were so worried for him. it was late, and he was still gone.

giving in, you leaned in slowly and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. nothing rushed or demanding. as you pulled back, your forehead hovered close to hers. “for the record,” you whispered, “i meant every word.”

tsireya let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as she bumped her forehead lightly against yours. “you’re going to get us in trouble one day.”

“worth it,” you said, smiling.

she didn’t argue. “you sound like lo’lo.”

“ouch!” you nuzzled your face into tsireya’s sternum, scrunching your nose as her beaded top pressed painfully against your forehead. the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. you loved those quiet moments.

tsireya shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips, and untied the strings of her top. bare skin met your eyes, and a chill ran through your body. ’reya could feel your hungry gaze, making her heart skip a beat, when she remembered. just a few hours ago, when you were looking at her like that, you made tsireya see stars. she felt a small thrill at the trust and closeness between you, the way you always melted into her without hesitation, like you belonged there. and you did. you, and lo’ak.

you smirked, lips kissing just above her heart. “my, my… someone didn’t get enough today,” you teased.

“oh, i can reassure you, i’m pleased,” she flirted back, a sparkle in her eye. you looked at her, and tsireya became quiet for a moment. she saw how you looked at her with all the love in the world.

you shivered slightly, remembering too well just how intense she had been earlier. “if only lo’ak could see, no! hear… or both? how loud you were when you came on my tongue…” you trailed off, feeling yourself flush at the recollection.

tsireya caught the look on your face and laughed, pulling you closer, hugging you against her chest. “ugh, come on!” her arms wrapped around you. warmth enveloped you, steadying your racing thoughts. the way you leaned into her made her chest swell. there was a sweetness here, and tsireya felt trusted, loved, and alive all at once.

then her expression shifted as she suddenly remembered something. “wait!”

“hmm?” you murmured, your voice thick with drowsiness, as your body sank completely into hers almost instinctively. the comfort of her arms, the rhythm of her breathing, it was hypnotic.

“what was the plan you had in mind?” she asked, curiosity getting ahead of her. she loved seeing that spark in you, the schemer who always had something up your sleeve.

“what?” you muttered, blinking slowly, confusion mixing with the haze of comfort and heat. then, as if realization finally struck, your eyes lit up. “right…”

you pushed yourself up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, your gaze locking on hers. “you’re gonna like it,” you said, a devilish grin spreading across your lips.

tsireya’s pulse quickened at the intensity in your eyes, the promise hidden in that smile. she shifted slightly to meet your gaze fully, anticipation bubbling through her. she could see your mind turning, plotting something playful, teasing, maybe even a little daring. and she loved it.

for a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other, the tension wrapping tightly around you both. and then you started speaking.

at first, your voice still thick with sleep as you explained every little detail of your plan. but the more you talked, the more animated you became, hands moving as if you could already see it all playing out.

you told her how you were finally going to make lo’ak take care of his girls. properly this time. not with promises whispered in passing. not with apologies offered only after he’d already chosen duty over them again. you laid it out piece by piece, methodical in a way that surprised even yourself.

tsireya listened closely, chin resting in her palm, endearing eyes never leaving your face. from her perspective, it was almost funny – how focused you looked, how serious your tone had become over something that clearly came from love more than frustration. she could see it now: this wasn’t about controlling lo’ak or punishing him. it was about anchoring him. teaching him that being strong didn’t only mean fighting or providing – it meant staying.

she felt a warmth spread through her chest as you spoke. you cared so deeply. about her. about lo’ak. about them.

“and he won’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late,” you added with a small, satisfied smile.

tsireya huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. she reached out, fingers brushing your arm, grounding you. eywa, she loved this part of you – the sharp mind beneath the softness, the way you could be both nurturing and cunning without ever crossing into cruelty.

“you’re dangerous,” she murmured, half-teasing, half-admiring.

you glanced up at her, eyes bright. “only when necessary.”

her gaze softened then, pride slipping into something gentler. if lo’ak had any idea how much thought you put into loving him, into holding this little family together. and for the first time that night, tsireya felt certain.

whatever you were planning, it was going to work.

it was still dark when you felt the sleeping mat beside you shift. your eyes cracked open, heavy with sleep, struggling to adjust to the dimness of the marui. a familiar silhouette moved carefully, trying not to make noise. lo’ak.

“lo’ak,” you whispered, causing him to startle violently, spinning around as his hand flew to his chest. even half-awake, you could see the way his shoulders tensed before he realized it was just you.

“eywa, paskalìn,” he muttered under his breath, lowering his voice. “you scared the shit outta me.”

tsireya slept soundly beside you, her face tucked against your braids, her breathing slow and even. she didn’t stir, not yet.

“are you alright?” you asked quietly. “you came back late, as i see.”

“yeah,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “akula’ve been a pain in the ass lately. they keep coming back.”

you nodded once. “good. you took care of them.” then, softer but firmer, “now come to us.”

the words landed heavier than you’d meant them to. lo’ak stiffened instantly. you saw it. the way his jaw clenched, the way he swore under his breath like he’d already lost an argument he didn’t want to have. instead of moving closer, he turned away, gathering a few things. his raspu’ was still strapped around his legs, gear half-off, half-on, like he hadn’t even planned on stopping for long. your brows furrowed.

“i want to,” he said finally, not looking at you. “but i really gotta go.”

“lo’lo,” you said quietly, but there was an edge there now. “tsireya misses you. i miss you.”

“i know,” he replied too quickly. “but the akula-”

“no,” you cut in, sharper than intended. your voice rose just enough to snap through the quiet. “no, lo’ak. enough with this bullshit.”

that did it. tsireya shifted, stirring as she woke. “lo’ak?” she murmured, blinking sleep from her eyes.

he turned immediately, his expression softening the moment he saw her. “hey, yawne,” he said gently, offering a small smile.

you shot him a warning look. “lo’ak, don’t you dare.”

he hesitated. just for a second. it was almost imperceptible, but you caught it.

“i gotta go,” he said anyway.

“lo’lo…” tsireya pushed herself up on one elbow, confusion and hurt slowly settling into her expression as she looked between the two of you. and you realized, with a tight twist in your chest, that this was exactly what you’d been talking about earlier. it wasn’t danger, nor duty. but he was leaving, again, when he was needed here.

“i gotta go,” lo’ak repeated, quieter this time.

tsireya’s brows knit together as she fully sat up, pulling the mat closer around herself. sleep still clung to her, but the hurt crept in fast, unmistakable. “you just got back,” she said. “you haven’t even sat down.”

lo’ak exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“that’s not the point,” you cut in, sitting up now too. your voice was steady, but tight. “you always say that. you come back, barely exist, and then you’re gone again.”

he turned toward you, frustration flashing across his face. “you think i want this?”

“no,” you said immediately. “i think you think you have to do this. and that’s the problem.”

tsireya glanced between the two of you, her jaw tightening. “lo’ak,” she said softly, but there was steel underneath it. “look at us.”

lo’ak hesitated. “i can’t stay,” he then replied. “not now.”

“you never can,” you said, pushing yourself upright. sleep was gone, replaced by something tighter, meaner. “every time you walk in here, it’s like you’re already halfway out.”

he spun back toward you. “that’s not fair.”

“no,” you shot back. “what’s not fair is us lying here night after night wondering if you’re dead.”

tsireya flinched. “don’t,” she warned quietly, but she didn’t stop you. she gestured between you. “we wait, every time. we worry. we lie here wondering if tonight’s the night something goes wrong.” her voice wavered just slightly. “and when you finally come back, you don’t stay.”

“that’s not fair.” lo’ak shook his head, his gaze dropping to the floor.

“no,” you shot back. “what’s not fair is us lying here night after night wondering if you’re dead.”

lo’ak’s jaw clenched. “i’m doing what i have to do.”

“for who?” you demanded. “because it’s clearly not for us.”

he laughed once, sharp and humorless. “you think i don’t care?”

“i think you care more about being needed out there than being wanted in here,” you said.

tsireya inhaled shakily. “lo’ak,” she said, voice trembling despite herself. “i miss you. we both do. you don’t even touch us anymore, don’t spend any moment with us.. you come home smelling like blood and salt and then you leave again like we don’t exist.”

“i don’t have time for this,” he snapped.

you stared at him. “there it is.”

his eyes flashed. “you want me to do what? sit around while the clan’s in danger?”

“no,” you said. “we want you to choose us at least once.”

lo’ak swallowed, and you could swear his voice broke a little. “i’m trying to keep everyone safe.”

“and who keeps us safe?” tsireya asked. not accusing, just honest.

he looked down at the ground, toes digging into the mat. “i’m doing what’s expected of me.”

tsireya shifted closer to you, her shoulder brushing yours. “you don’t have to prove anything to us, we love you just the way you are. we see you, lo’ak.”

“i’m not doing this for you,” lo’ak snapped, then immediately regretted it. “i mean… i didn’t mean it like that.”

“i know,” tsireya said. “that’s the issue, you’re not doing anything for us. not anymore.”

another pause, longer this time. tsireya reached out, taking his hand before he could pull away. “we’re not asking you to stop being who you are,” she said. “we’re asking you to come back home when you say you will. and spend some time with us.”

“i’m sorry,” lo’ak said, squeezing briefly tsireya’s palm and looking over at you. “it’s not up to me.”

silence crashed down between you. tsireya pulled her hand away, and her fingers curled into the mat. “if you walk out now,” she said quietly, “don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing.”

lo’ak hesitated, just long enough to make it worse. “i can’t,” he said finally.

“then go,” you whispered, voice breaking despite yourself. “but stop promising things you won’t keep.”

his throat bobbed. he looked at tsireya, then at you – like he wanted to say something else, like he might apologize, or explain. instead, he turned away. the beads that were braided in his hair, brushed his shoulders as he stepped out into the dark.

the marui fell silent. tsireya stared at the entrance long after he was gone, jaw tight, eyes glassy. you didn’t move. you just sat there, the empty space beside you screaming louder than any argument ever could.

next morning came quietly, waking you up. the light filtering through the marui felt too soft for how heavy your chest was. soft light slipped through the woven gaps of the marui, brushing over your face, warming skin that still felt tight from the night before. for a few seconds after waking, you didn’t remember why your chest felt so heavy. then it hit you.

lo’ak’s back as he left. the sound of his hair beads crackling. none of you had said goodbye. you laid still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night over and over again. the way lo’ak had looked at you right before he turned away. every sharp word you’d thrown at him echoed louder in your head now. less justified. less righteous. anger had made it feel necessary. morning stripped it down to what it really was. fear, frustration, and exhaustion tangled together and aimed poorly.

tsireya shifted beside you, waking up too. you could tell by the way she exhaled slowly. she just lay there, awake, breathing evenly like she was giving herself time to think before speaking. you recognized that silence. she always did that when she was trying not to react on instinct.

“i think…” tsireya started, then stopped. “i keep thinking about his face,” she said eventually, voice low. “right before he left.”

“so do i,” you turned your head toward he, throat tightening. she was already looking at you.

tsireya turned onto her side, propping her head on her arm. her eyes were tired, rimmed with something close to guilt. “we were too harsh on lo’ak,” she said quietly. not defensive or apologetic. just honest. “we… unloaded everything at once. it should’ve been different.”

you swallowed. the anger from the night before had burned itself out, leaving something dull and aching behind. “yeah,” you admitted. “we let all of it pile up, and then it just… came out wrong.”

tsireya nodded, rubbing at her face tiredly. “he didn’t deserve that. not like that.”

“no,” you agreed. “and now lo’ak probably thinks, that he failed us.”

you tried your hardest, to not excuse your behaviour. emotions were real, but the fight? unnecessary. there was a brief silence between you – not awkward, just heavy with shared guilt and concern. “what now?” you asked at last, sitting up as well. “he won’t listen either way”

tsireya straightened a little, resolve slowly replacing the regret in her expression. “so,” she said, “we do it your way. we stick to the plan.”

you looked at her, the familiar spark slowly returning despite the regret. the one she’d seen last night. the one that meant you were already thinking three steps ahead. “according to the plan.” you agreed with her.

a faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips. she stood up, stretching stiff limbs, resolve settling in where anger had been before. “no more ambushing him. no more fighting in the dark. if lo’ak won’t slow down on his own…” tsireya paused, glancing back at her. “then we make him.”

you sat up, determination settling in where frustration had been the night before. whatever had to be said, whatever had to be done, you weren’t going to let things stay like this. not with him. not with the three of you. you rose to your feet beside tsireya, who was rolling her shoulders like she was bracing herself. whatever guilt lingered in her eyes was replaced by determination, mixed with care.

“he’s not getting out of this,” tsireya stated.

“no, he really isn’t.” you agreed. lo’ak might have left angry, and you might’ve said too much. but you weren’t done yet.

the siren call of the returning hunting party echoed through the village, long and unmistakable.

you and tsireya froze for half a heartbeat before exchanging a look. your hands were still tangled in tuk’s hair, halfway through a braid that was already heavy with shells and beads. tuk sat between you, cross-legged and fidgeting, clearly proud of the progress so far.

“that’s them,” tsireya murmured, almost to herself.

“hey!” she protested as you both started shifting. “you’re not done yet!”

“we know, we know,” tsireya said quickly, already rising to her feet. “we’re sorry, ma’hì’i ‘aw. (little one)”

you laughed softly, smoothing tuk’s hair apologetically. adjusting the last loose strand back behind tuk’s ear, trying to be gentle even as your attention drifted. “there’s just a few more are left. we’ll finish them later, okay? we promise.”

tuk crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “you sure?”

“yes, tuktuk,” you said, though your eyes were already drifting toward the sound, your chest tightening with anticipation.

you’d always been fond of lo’ak’s little sister. there was something about her, she was loud, fearless, stubborn in the best way. all that made it impossible not to love her. sitting there braiding her hair, you’d caught yourself thinking, not for the first time, about the future. about hoping quietly, that eywa might one day bless the three of you with a little one of your own. the thought lingered just long enough to ache.

then the horns sounded again, closer this time. you and tsireya stood fully now, hands brushing as you turned toward the beach. tuk huffed dramatically behind you, still grumbling about unfinished shells and uneven braids as you both murmured hurried apologies over your shoulders.

“i want the blue ones next!” she called after you.

“we heard you!” tsireya replied, already breaking into a faster walk.

the village stirred around you as others moved toward the shore, voices rising, footsteps quickening. and with every step closer to the beach, your pulse picked up – hope, worry, and unfinished words all tangling together as you searched the horizon for one familiar figure.

you spotted the tsuraks first, sleek shapes cutting through the water as they swam toward the reef. at the front rode neytral, unmistakable even from a distance. he was the commander of the hunting party, posture straight and confident as his skimwing surged ahead of the others. oh, you remembered how angry lo’ak – and honestly speaking, you – was, when he asked to court tsireya.

the village gathered closer to the shoreline as the hunters dismounted one by one, water splashing around their legs. neytral swung off his skimwing with practiced ease and made his way toward tonowari, who stood waiting at the edge of the beach.

“olo’eyktan,” neytral said, placing a hand to his forehead in respect before straightening. “the akula have been troublesome.” his voice carried clearly over the water. “but we finally managed to drive them back into the deep waters. they have not returned.”

there was a brief pause, just long enough for the words to sink in. then the metkayina erupted. cheers rang out across the beach, voices overlapping as relief and pride spilled free. some clapped each other on the shoulders, others raised their weapons or fists into the air. the tension that had lingered in the village for days seemed to lift all at once.

tonowari stepped forward, a broad grin spreading across his face. he raised his fist high. “good!” he called out, his voice strong and commanding. “today, we celebrate!”

the cheering grew louder, rolling like a wave through the crowd. beside you, tsireya let out a breath you hadn’t realized she’d been holding. the village buzzed with excitement, already shifting toward preparations, laughter and movement everywhere. yet even as the celebration began, your eyes scanned the returning hunters instinctively. searching for one familiar figure among them.

neytral approached you and tsireya as the crowd slowly began to disperse, voices still loud with celebration. he greeted you both with a nod, his expression calm but thoughtful.

“it was lo’ak’s doing, he gave us an idea on what to do,” he said quietly, lowering his voice so only the two of you could hear. “you should be proud.”

instantly, your chest filled with pride. your mate was finally getting all the recognition he deserved.

“although,” neytral continued, hesitating, “something’s bothering him. he hasn’t been in the humor since last night.”

the words stung harder than they should have. you felt it immediately, that sharp drop in your stomach, like missing a step you thought was there. you swore under your breath, barely audible, and tsireya stiffened beside you. right. the guilt drowned you all at once. you thought of the argument. the way lo’ak had stood there, already exhausted, already worn thin, and how neither of you had let up. how he’d walked away without looking back.

tsireya’s jaw tightened. “thank you, neytral,” she said, managing a polite nod. “we are.”

he gave you both a final look, something unreadable, almost knowing, before turning back toward the others. as soon as he was gone, the celebration felt distant, muted. the cheers blurred into background noise as your eyes drifted back toward the hunters, searching again. this time not with worry, but with something closer to regret.

you’d wanted him to come back. he had. and now the weight of how he’d been greeted pressed down on you both, heavier than the noise of the village, heavier than the victory itself.

finally, you saw him, standing in the shallow water near the beach. lo’ak.

lo’ak looked tired. exhausted. his chest was red from the sun, shoulders slumped, and his movements were slower than usual. he didn’t immediately look for you like he normally would. no scanning the crowd, no calling out your names. just quiet, deliberate steps as he dismounted his tsurak.

“’reya, look,” you murmured softly, tugging tsireya’s hand. her eyes followed your gaze, and then she saw him too. she froze for a second, just taking him in. sunburned, exhausted, but here. after everything, he was actually here. her jaw tightened for a second, a flicker of worry passing over her features. she knew he was tired, yes. but something else lingered in the set of his shoulders, the way his head hung slightly forward. lo’ak was carrying more than exhaustion.

without hesitation, she grabbed your hand, tugging you gently but firmly in his direction. your heart hammering, you stumbled a little over your own feet but didn’t care.

“lo’ak!” tsireya called, her voice ringing over the talking villagers.

at the sound of her voice, lo’ak looked up. his eyes scanned until they found you and tsireya. relief flashed across his face, subtle but there, and it made your chest tighten. but there was still that tension there, the residue of last night. he’d hoped that the anger had faded, that you’d forgiven him, but he could see the shadow of it in your eyes. and part of him wondered if he deserved that forgiveness yet.

you didn’t want to waste another second. you ran the last few steps and threw your arms around him. he hesitated for a fraction of a second, then wrapped his arms around you and tsireya, pulling you both close. the warmth of him, the solid weight, the tension from last night. all of it melted into that hug.

you breathed in, smelling the salt and sweat, feeling how stiff he still was from the hunt. you couldn’t believe how much you’d missed him. you’d missed having him here, you’d missed the three of you together. like this, whole.

lo’ak hissed softly, shifting as tsireya’s necklace brushed against the burn on his chest. he didn’t pull away. not from you, not from her. he let the discomfort be there, let the three of you stay connected despite everything. inside, lo’ak felt a rush of relief and guilt all at once. he’d left. he’d walked away. he hadn’t listened properly last night, hadn’t let you both have him fully. and yet here you were, still letting him in. still wanting him. lo’ak closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the weight of you both against him, pressing that truth into himself: he couldn’t lose this again.

“lo’lo, i’m sorry,” you whispered, voice low. “i didn’t mean what i said last night.”

lo’ak let out a quiet breath, resting his head slightly against yours, and tsireya pressed closer, snuggling against his chest. “it all came out wrong,” she added softly.

he tightened his hold, hiding some of the ache in his chest from the sun and from the argument. “i know,” he muttered, almost inaudible, but enough for you to hear. lo’ak closed his eyes for a moment, just holding onto you both. and as much as his chest burned, as much as the sun and the hunt had left him ragged, he didn’t want to move. he needed this.

you felt him relax slowly against you, the tension easing, the exhaustion still there but shared now. for the first time since the argument, you weren’t angry. you weren’t frustrated. you were just… together. standing in shallow water, tired, sunburned, messy, and utterly relieved. it wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. for now, that was all that mattered.

you and tsireya sat on a wooden log near the fire, warm sand beneath your feet, cups in your hands. the night air carried laughter, music, and the crackle of flames. you were talking about nothing important – half-finished stories, teasing comments, inside jokes that made you both giggle for no real reason.

tuk was running around the beach, showing off her new hairstyle to everyone that paid her even the slightest attention. she really tired you out about those braids. carefully checking of you attached the shells correctly, and constantly changing her idea about their placement, because they had to looked perfect. but as you and tsireya promised, you did. and if she was happy with the results, then so were you.

a few lengths away, lo’ak was with the other warriors, crouched in the sand, playing mumblety-peg. you could hear their laughter, the thud of the knife hitting the palm tree, the occasional groan when someone messed up. but this time, it didn’t bother you.

earlier, lo’ak’d stayed close. he’d checked in constantly, leaning over to hear what you and tsireya were saying, interrupting just to add a comment or steal a sip of your drink. he’d danced with you both, clumsy and grinning, and brought back food like it was his personal mission to keep you fed. and when neytral and ao’nung had finally dragged him back toward the game, he’d hesitated. those stupid, soft puppy eyes, asking silently if it was okay. tsireya’d waved him off, smiling.

now you watched him laugh with the others, relaxed in a way he hadn’t been in days. every so often, his eyes flicked back toward you and tsireya, checking in without even realizing he was doing it.

tsireya followed your gaze, then looked back at you, her expression soft. “i’m happy,” she murmured. the words were simple, but they settled deep. And for the first time in a while, you realized you were too.

“i am too, yawntu,” you whispered back, turning toward her with a soft smile. you leaned in and pressed a quick, careless kiss to her shoulder.

tsireya sucked in a quiet breath. you noticed immediately. the way her skin prickled, goosebumps rising where your lips had been. you bit down on your lip, trying – and failing – not to look pleased with yourself.

“what about our plan?” tsireya asked casually, eyes still on her.

she hummed, rolling one shoulder as if thinking it through. “hmm. do you not think we should let him be?”

you tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “what do you think?”

tsireya shrugged lightly, fingers brushing at her arm. “well… it wouldn’t hurt if he actually learned his lesson.”

you let out a soft laugh. “didn’t he already?” you teased, glancing toward lo’ak. he was laughing now, relaxed, completely unaware he was being discussed.

she followed your gaze, then looked back at you, a smug little smile pulling at her lips. “maybe,” she said. “but i think it’d be better if he remembered it for a long time.”

her eyes flicked up to meet yours, mischievous and knowing. and you grinned. yeah. the plan wasn’t over yet.

“so what are we waiting for?” you giggled, the sound low and clearly not innocent as you pushed yourself up from the log. sand clung to your palms as you brushed them off, then you turned to tsireya and extended your arm toward her in an exaggerated, almost mocking offering, like you were inviting her to something far more dramatic than it actually was.

her eyes lit up immediately. tsireya took your hand without hesitation. “after you,” she said, already amused.

together, you made your way toward the group of warriors clustered around the firelight, laughter and shouted insults filling the air. knives struck the sand rhythmically as the mumblety-peg game continued, cheers and occasional groans erupting whenever someone barely missed their toes.

lo’ak was crouched near the center, fully focused, knife balanced between his fingers. his shoulder were relaxed, laughter coming easy. that is until he sensed you.

“mind if we steal our mighty warrior?” you hummed sweetly as you and tsireya dropped down beside him, knees sinking into the sand.

tsireya didn’t waste a second. her hand slid up lo’ak’s back, fingers pressing lightly between his shoulder blades in a way that made him stiff instantly.

the reaction from the group was immediate. whistles broke out, someone hooted. another warrior slapped his hands in amusement. lo’ak’s ears flushed a deep purple. “girls, come on,” he muttered sheepishly, trying to sound serious. “you’re embarrassing me.”

ao’nung leaned back on his hands, watching the scene with open amusement. “sister?” he drawled, clearly catching on.

tsireya didn’t even bothered to look at him. “come on, lo’lo,” she said warmly, smiling down at lo’ak. her smile was soft, but definitely not negotiable. “we’ll be quick, it’s just a moment.”

tsireya grabbed lo’ak’s wrist and stood, tugging him up with her. he let himself be pulled to his feet, shaking his head as he glanced back at the warriors still watching and laughing. lo’ak hesitated for a moment, jaw tightening as more warriors shared a laughter at him as three of you were walking away. someone nudged another warrior, someone else leaned in to get a better look. lo’ak glanced between the two of you, already doomed. his shoulders slumped in defeat as more snickering rose behind him.

“wow,” one of the warriors muttered. “man didn’t even fight it.”

“well, he definitely won’t last long,” a young warrior chimed in, he must’ve recently pass his rite of passage.

neytral chuckled. “can you blame him, though? i wouldn’t either if i had two pretty girls coming for me like that.”

ao’nung immediately reached out and smacked the back of neytral’s head. “watch your mouth.”

“bro got lucky,” a third voice chimed in, shaking his head.

“shut up, rill-breathers!” lo’ak snapped, turning around to shot annoyed glare at them, though his grin betrayed him completely.

you and tsireya burst out laughing, unable to help yourselves.

tsireya tugged at lo’ak’s wrist, standing up and pulling him along. “ignore them,” she said lightly. “they’re just jealous.”

lo’ak shook his head, laughing under his breath as he let himself be dragged away, muttering, “i swear, you two are gonna be the death of me.”

you glanced back once more at the group, still loud and teasing. then turned your attention fully to lo’ak. flushed, smiling, completely undone. yeah. the plan was working just fine.

when you finally lost sight of the village, the noise fading behind layers of rock and distance, lo’ak slowed to a stop. the firelight was gone now, replaced by naranawm and the quiet rush of waves against stone. tall, jagged rocks rose around you, shielding the beach from view. he looked at you first, then at tsireya.

“okay,” he said, squinting slightly. “where are we going?”

tsireya didn’t answer right away. she stepped closer to you instead, her shoulder brushing yours, eyes flicking over to meet yours. you didn’t need to say anything, you were both thinking the same thing. the two of you shared the same knowing smile, the kind that instantly made lo’ak suspicious.

“since you did so well with the akula,” tsireya said, voice clearly mischievous, “we thought you deserved a little surprise.”

lo’ak’s brows lifted. “a surprise,” he repeated slowly.

you nodded, clearly pleased with yourselves.

“well,” he said after a moment, glancing around, “we could just go back to the marui.”

tsireya scoffed quietly, and you laughed. “that wouldn’t be any fun,” you said, shaking your head.

you stepped ahead a few paces and gestured toward the shoreline. “there,” you added.

lo’ak followed your gaze. the beach stretched out in front of you, quiet and empty, tucked neatly between the rocks. a few palm trees dotted the sand, their leaves rustling softly in the night breeze. the village was still a walk away, far enough that no one could stumble across you by accident. he looked back at you both, something between curiosity and anticipation flickering across his face.

“you two are being weird,” lo’ak said, though there was a smile tugging at his mouth.

you and tsireya just exchanged another glance. exactly how you wanted it. “just trust us,” tsireya said to lo’ak, and somehow he did.

you nudged lo’ak back toward one of the palm trees, not hard, but just enough that he stumbled a step and laughed when his back hit the trunk.

“hey!” he started, but you were already there and you didn’t let him finish.

you caught one of his braids and tugged lightly, just enough to steal his attention. the laugh died in his throat when you leaned in close, your presence suddenly all he could focus on. instead of anything dramatic, you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. soft, almost innocent, lingering just long enough to make him blink. confused, his lips parted expectantly.

then you took his mouth properly. kiss turned deep fast, unhurried but sure, your lips fitting to his like muscle memory. his breath stuttered when your tongue met his, instinct taking over as he kissed you back before he even realized he’d leaned forward. the tree pressed against his back, grounding him as his hands twitched, unsure where to land.

tsireya watched for a second, amused, arms crossed as she took in the way his body instinctively leaned towards yours. then she stepped in too, closing the space from the other side. her fingers brushed along his shoulder as she leaned up toward him. tsireya’s lips followed the line of his neck, kissing upward before she sucked gently at his earlobe, just enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.

on the sly, you took lo’ak’s hand and guided it behind the tree. tsireya caught on instantly, pressing his other palm beside it, pinning both hands there with her own. she quickly tied them together, making sure he won’t be able to break free. pleased, she pulled you away from him and herself broke into your lips, claiming your mouth in a heated kiss of her own. right before his face, causing him to curse quietly.

lo’ak swallowed hard. suddenly very aware of the two of you: the weight of your bodies, the way you moved with quiet coordination. and the fact there was nowhere for him to escape to. not that he wanted to actually do that. and neither of you had any intention of letting him.

“you planned this,” he muttered, though there was no real complaint in it.

you grinned. tsireya smiled making it known that she’d already won. “maybe,” she said voice soft but teasing.

lo’ak tugged at the ropes gently, testing its hold, but it did nothing. he huffed, frustration flickering in his eyes.

you giggled, a light, playful sound that made his chest tighten. “you were a very bad boy, you know that?” you teased, letting your hand slide over his chest to brush against his nipple. his breath hitched sharply at the touch. back gently arched into your touch, almost unnoticeable.

“y/n, paskalìn…” he exhaled, his voice rough, then trailed off, pleading eyes darting to tsireya. “‘reya? fuck, what are you doing?”

she shook her head slowly, teeth grazing over his jawline as she spoke, “nu-uh, lo’ak,” she murmured. “you deserve this.” her fingers pressing just enough into his chest to make him flinch, tracing playful lines down his torso.

your smile grew, in a wicked curve. “look what happens when you ignore your girls,” you said, stepping back just slightly, letting the weight of your words land. your eyes met tsireya’s, softening in that small, endearing way reserved only for her and lo’ak.

then you pulled her into your arms, pressing your lips to hers. the kiss started gentle, intimate. slow and teasing. but quickly deepened as you grew more urgent, tongues sliding together with hunger. tsireya’s soft moan slipped past her lips, breathy at first, then louder, carrying need that made lo’ak swallow audibly, still bound but fully aware of the two of you.

tsireya’s hands slid along your sides, her fingers tracing along your back as she tilted her head into the kiss, letting it intensify. you responded in kind, lips and tongue moving, teasing and claiming at once, both of you completely caught up in the sensation. lo’ak’s chest rose and fell faster, eyes flicking between you two, helpless and yet entirely captivated. the perfect mixture of frustration, desire, and admiration.

then your kiss broke, in a need for air. tsireya turned toward lo’ak, though she didn’t step closer. “you didn’t pay attention to your girls, huh?” she said, voice low and teasing. “so now… you’re gonna watch.” she moved behind you, fingers deft as she began to untie your top, letting lo’ak catch a glimpse of your chest. light of giant naranawm glinted off your skin, accentuating the glow of your bioluminescent tanhì. lo’ak’s breath hitched, eyes darkening with desire as tsireya cupped your breasts, teasing, squeezing gently. her touch was confident, a clear message of control. "this is how we had to touch each other, imagining it was you. because you neglected us. and what you’ve been missing out on.”

“oh, stop,” lo’ak rolled his eyes.

“so, if we decide you were attentive enough,” tsireya murmured, her fingers rolling and caressing, “we’ll consider letting you cum. understood?”

lo’ak swallowed hard, pulse jumping. but he nodded eagerly. every inch of him was aware of the two of you. the way tsireya’s hands were moulded to your breasts, and the soft sounds you made under her touch. your back arched slightly into her hands, hips tilting subtly, letting him see everything. the way tsireya guided you, and the teasing glances at lo’ak made him shiver, powerless, caught between restraint and desire.

tsireya’s fingers played expertly, rolling, pressing and flicking over your nipples. every movement designed to make him watch and ache. her lips brushed along your shoulder as she whispered teasingly, eyes glinting with amusement. lo’ak’s hands twitched, trapped behind the tree, but he could do nothing. and surprisingly, he loved it.

you could see lo’ak already struggling, and you hadn’t even started properly. the sight alone made your pulse quicken. his arousal was obvious, legs spread, every inch of him alert and exposed.

you turned tsireya toward yourself, pressing your lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. her hands found your arms, fingers curling as she met you without hesitation, lips parting. your hands wandered to her hips, sliding over the curve of her ass, fingers kneading and tugging lightly. she mewled softly into the kiss, tilting her hips toward you, offering herself without a word.

“look at him,” you whispered, voice low and teasing, brushing your fingers along her spine, trailing down to cup her ass again. “he’s already desperate, and we haven’t even started.”

tsireya gasped softly, as she pressed closer into you, tilting her head back so you could trace the line of her jaw with your lips.

you pulled her even closer, pressing your thigh deliberately between her legs, feeling the heat of her clothed cunt against you. the friction made her shiver against you, body arching instinctively as her hands gripped your shoulders, lips clashing with yours in a mess of tongues and soft gasps.

from the corner of your vision, lo’ak’s chest rose and fell faster, eyes dark and unblinking. every subtle movement, every soft sound from you and tsireya, drew his attention like a magnet. he shifted slightly against the ropes, thighs twitching, every part of him aware, desperate for more even as he was forced to watch.

tsireya’s hands roamed your back, tilting her head back just enough to give you access, mewling again as she pressed into you. the heat between your bodies pulsed, slow and deliberate, your thigh pressing deeper, fingers tugging and kneading, teasing her, making her squirm, every movement designed to make lo’ak ache silently.

you broke the kiss briefly, lips grazing her jawline as you whispered into her ear, “feel him watching… see how ready he is for us?”

tsireya shivered, glow brightening slightly along her skin, a soft moan slipping past her lips. she tilted her hips more firmly against your thigh, pressing closer, hips meeting your rhythm just enough to drive the tension higher – all while lo’ak’s gaze followed every inch, captivated, restrained, and utterly powerless.

you untied tsireya’s beaded loincloth, letting it fall away, leaving her bare. you pulled her down into a crouch, pressing her hips against your thigh. the warmth of her cunt met your skin, slick and wet. she hissed softly and shivered, quiet sound that made your pulse spike.

your hands found her hips, steadying her firmly. “already so sensitive, hm?” you hummed, observing tsireya’s face. tsireya tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, lips parting as the friction pressed against her cunt. her legs quivered, small, involuntary movements as she pressed closer into your thigh, letting herself melt against your chest.

our fingers traveled to the base of tsireya’s tail, cupping it gently, letting her shiver and arch instinctively under your touch. her body was already burnt with heat, slick pooling between her thighs. you moved deliberately, slipping your hand down to her pussy, brushing along her wet folds before sliding all three fingers inside. slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her walls mould around you like they were made for your fingers.

tsireya hiccupped, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck, shivering, breath catching as she pressed closer. her hands drifted to your arms for balance. she lifted herself slightly, grinding slowly on your fingers, fucking herself against them. a broken moan escaped past her lips, body arching instinctively.

once she’d adjusted fully, you slipped in your thumb, letting your whole hand sink inside her cunt. she cried out at the stretch, hips pressing into you, tilting her pelvis to meet every inch. walls were clenching around your hand with greed. the warmth and wetness of her, the tightness pulsing against your fingers, made your own pulse spike. tsireya’s thighs quivered against your legs, wet heat sliding along your skin with every tilt of her hips. she moved deliberately at first, almost shyly. but as the sensation built, her movements grew bolder, grinding more insistently, tilting her pelvis to press harder against your knuckles, dragging guttural moans past her lips.

you hummed softly against her, lips brushing along tsireya’s neck. “just like that… fuck, yes,” you whispered, your hand steady as she fucked herself deeper on your palm, rocking and writhing, letting every inch of her cunt stretch and clench around you.

tiny shivers running down her spine as tsireya let herself fully sink into the pleasure, riding your hand like it was the only thing that could hold her. her head fell back slightly, lips parting, and her soft moans grew more insistent.

tsireya shifted, trying new angles. you let her take the lead, enjoying the way she met every push, every stroke, grinding her cunt over you with soft, breathy whines, shivering against your chest. and lo’ak, his eyes didn’t left you once. his lips parted slightly as he took you in, and you could swore he was drooling a little.

“look at you, taking it so well.” you leaned closer, lips brushing hers lightly between her movements, murmuring praise, whispering encouragement as she rode your fingers harder, small cries slipping past her lips. “that’s it. just like that, my love… yes…”

you felt tsireya’s pace quicken. her cunt clenched harder, and you could feel the wet slick dripping out of her already stuffed pussy. she really was enjoying herself, and fully displayed for lo’ak to see. but you had whole night ahead of yourself, so you needed her to last. you finally eased back, hand dropping out of tsireya’s pussy. tsireya hissed at the empty feeling. quickly pressing your lips to hers in a long, heated kiss, tongue sliding briefly against hers as you let her mind come back.

you encouraged her to stand up. and once she straightened, trembling slightly, you turned to lo’ak, whose eyes were wide, fully captivated by the display. approaching him, your hips swayed and tits jumped up a little with every step.

“want a taste?” you asked playfully. lo’ak swallowed hard, nodding eagerly. you pushed two fingers into his mouth, letting him suck them greedily, tongue swirling around them, tasting tsireya’s arousal. he trembled slightly under your gaze, completely exposed and aware of how much power the two of you had over him. the combination of sight, scent, and taste had him shivering, hips pressing subtly forward, restrained but desperate for more as he tried to press them to your body. you watched him, amused and hungry. tsireya leaned back into you, softly mewling, letting you feel the full pulse of her cunt as she took your hand and pressed it against her heat.

“this is so hot!” lo’ak said, grinning, eyes dark with lust. “can you untie me now?”

“no, prrnen,” tsireya whispered, voice low and teasing in his ear, “we’re just getting started.”

she reached for your loincloth, undoing it slowly, and then her fingers found your clit. tsireya started teasing you, gently rubbing it. you shivered.

“yawntutsyìp, i shall need a taste myself,” you murmured, teeth catching lightly on tsireya’s ear, voice rough.

you lay back onto the warm sand, tugging her over your head so her hips hovered above your face. the sight of her dripping folds, slick and glistening in the sunlight, made your mouth water.

“hello there…” you smirked, pulling her weight toward your face, letting her settle as you pressed your tongue to her cunt. first you licked slowly down her slit, tasting the swollen bead, teasing her with the flat of your tongue along her sensitive folds. then you pressed your lips to her entrance, sucking softly, sliding your tongue as deep as you could without force, letting her hips move instinctively, pressing more firmly into your mouth.

tsireya gasped, hands gripping your raised knees and digging lightly into plush of your legs. thighs quivering as she started to ride your face with small, controlled movements. her moans were low and breathy at first, then growing more urgent as your tongue explored her cunt, kissing the sensitive folds.

lo’ak cursed loudly, tugging at ropes with all his might. with no effect. “okay, you won. untie me, come on!” he wined, but you two ignored him. you cannot lean in, or he’s not gonna learn. he spilled the pxir, so now he’s got to drink it.

tsireya leaned back slightly, letting your tongue get deeper. her hands moved to your hair briefly, tugging lightly, guiding your mouth exactly where she wanted it. lo’ak and his complaints became just a noise in a background.

tsireya bowed down, head slipping between your thighs. her hips still moving instinctively as you licked her cunt meticulously. eywa, she tasted like heaven. sweet, and intoxicating. Like a literal kllpxiwll lo’ak brought from his last trip to the forest. and you were utterly pussy-drunk, unable to think of anything else but voraciously lapping at her folds, slurping every drop of her arousal with greedy, deliberate strokes of your tongue.

her hands drifted to your thighs, steadying herself for balance as her own hips pressed closer, grinding slowly against your hand. she gave your pussy a few kitten licks, soft and teasing, before her fingers sank into your starved, needy hole, slipping in with practiced ease. you gasped, hips lifting slightly, pressing instinctively into her touch.

“eywa, you feel so tight…” tsireya moaned, curling her fingers inside you as she pressed against your sweet spot.

and lo’ak? lo’ak did all he could – just watch. every movement between the two of you feeding his arousal, your every lick, every flex of hips, every slick pull of tsireya’s fingers. “fuck… you two…” he breathed, voice husky.

tsireya smiled, fingers knuckle deep into your pussy. tracing the curves of your walls as she fucked herself on your mouth. “what? want another taste?” she whispered, teasing.

you hummed against her cunt, tongue working greedily as you pulled away for just a second. “not yet… he can wait… right now, it’s just us,” you purred, pressing your lips deeper. you couldn’t resist tilting your head lower, pushing your tongue harder, deepening the strokes, letting your lips and tongue claim her cunt fully. all that while tsireya teased your needy pussy with fingers and occasional kitten licks, dragging soft, broken cries from both of you. the heat between the three of you was unbearable – tension, desire, and control all wrapped together in one erotic moment.

tsireya’s moans grew louder, hips bucking slightly, tail flicking in rhythm with her movements. “i- i can’t, you feel so good…” she gasped, hips pressing harder. “yes, right there!”

lo’ak had amazing view at your pussy, and being done with just watching, he decided to speak up. “look at your pussy, y/n,” he teased, almost playful. “all wet for us…”

you responded to his comment with a loud moan. his restrained body shifted slightly, thighs twitching, every glance drinking in the way you pressed against tsireya. he sighed, trying to calm down or else he’d cum right here on a spot. like a little virgin. untouched. and just by the sight of both you together.

you could feel tsireya getting closer, the clench of her cunt clear on your tongue. tsireya’s fingers pressed deep, grazing your cervix. the sensation made your muscles tighten, hips pressing instinctively into her touch. you lifted her slightly, letting her shift her weight more comfortably on your face..

“come for me, yawntu,” you ordered, tone husky. tsireya immediately quickened her pace, moans spilling freely from her lips. her hips bucked, body trembling. and then, with a shiver and a soft cry, she came. hard. tsireya’s knees bent slightly as she arched back, pussy clenching around your tongue and warm liquid spurting, slicking your hand and lips. you licked and sucked greedily, tasting every drop, while the sheer intensity of her release sent your own body over the edge. you came right after on her fingers, hips jerking slightly, walls clenching around her digits. her trembling hands and soft cries filled your senses, and even with the overwhelming pleasure, you stayed focused on her, lapping at her cunt with greed, wanting every last drop. sweet eywa, she squirted.

lo’ak watched, the sight of his two mates, entwined in pleasure, drove him wild. “fuck.”

after resting for a moment, tsireya rose to her feet and helped you up, her hands lingering briefly along your arms, glow flickering softly as she steadied you. together, you walked over to lo’ak. your hand immediately reached out, sliding along the curve of his abs, fingers tracing every line of muscle.

“you enjoyed this, don’t you?” you whispered into his ear. lo’ak gasped, nodding slightly, shivering under your touch, unable to resist. tsireya’s fingers flexed along his arms, tracing patterns that left goosebumps. at that, lo’ak’s breath hitched audibly, head tilting back as he watched both of you, restrained and utterly exposed, completely at your mercy.

tsireya stepped even closer, voice sultry. “look at you… helpless for us,” she whispered, brushing her fingers teasingly along his chest. lo’ak bit his lip and shivered, letting himself feel in both of your hands.

“i missed you, it’s normal” lo’ak whimpered pleadingly. “girls… please,” oh, he was desperate. your hand moved to his loincloth, tracing over the soaked material. the wet patch there was soaked through both layers, pressing against him so clearly. he moaned softly, pathetically, just enough to make your thighs press together instinctively, aching for friction. you smirked, "our pathetic little boy, we didn't even touch you and you already are so hard.” letting your fingers graze over his slit, feeling his knot swell beneath the fabric.

“see what happens when you let us play without paying attention?” tsireya murmured, lips brushing over his temple.

“yeah, such a needy sluts shouldn’t be left unattended.” lo’ak’s voice broke, as you kept rubbing his slit through tewng.

“lesson learned,” tsireya announced, full of malicious pride. well, you still got a lot to talk through, but this can wait. you looked at her with a mixed emotion. she never talked like this, almost dominant. but you you loved it.

tsireya took lo’ak’s knife from his pouch and carefully cut through his loincloth. the fabric fell to the ground, leaving him fully exposed. your hand slid back to his slit, now skin-to-skin. fingers tracing his knot and hole, teasing gently as you pressed in lightly. lo’ak gasped, hips pressing into your hand.

tsireya sank to her knees in front of him, hands sliding along his thighs as she leaned in. her lips brushed against his slit, before she sucked and pushed her tongue in a little. lo’ak’s cock started to slowly hardened and grew in size, causing it to come out of the slit. tsireya welcomed it, and took him into her mouth, lips and tongue wrapping around him. With every move, she started to take him in deeper with deliberate, steady motions.

lo’ak’s restrained hands twitched behind him, as he fought against ropes. breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he felt utterly exposed and helpless. your fingers continued to massage the base, pressing gently, teasing, while tsireya’s lips and tongue coaxed, stroked, and explored him with expert precision.

“oh… girls…” lo’ak whimpered, already lost in the sensation. his body shivered under your touch, hips pressing slightly forward, desperate for even more contact. “i beg.” lo’ak added.

tsireya’s eyes glimmered, glancing up at you briefly, smiling wickedly before taking his cock as much as she could, lips and tongue working in tandem with your hands.

“see how well she’s taking you?” you murmured, pressing your hand against his knot, feeling it pulse under your touch. it signalled you, that lo’ak was close. you slapped his cock, making him hiss. then your fingers slid into tsireya’s hair, tugging gently, letting her know you were watching her every movement.

lo’ak’s breath hitched, low groans slipping past his lips as tsireya’s lips traced over his shaft, soft nips teasing him mercilessly.

“now… since you missed us,” you whispered, leaning closer, “what do you want to do with us?”

“i- fuck…” he gasped, hips shifting slightly, eyes dark with need, voice rough with desire. “i’d tie you both up and rail you over… again and again.”

you smirked, letting the words sink in, kneeling beside tsireya. she drew back just enough to suck at the tip, earning soft whines from him. you leaned in to take the rest into your mouth, lips and tongue gliding along his length while your hand pressed and kneaded his knot at the base, feeling him pulse more and more. before you or tsireya could even react, and long before he had a chance to warn you, lo’ak spilled into tsireya’s mouth. he came with a loud, ragged moan, hips jerking as his knees gave away beneath his weight. tsireya’s lips worked instinctively, swallowing carefully, hands braced against his thighs as she hold herself up. your fingers pressed firmly against his knot, feeling the pulse of his release, while your lips lingered along his shaft, tasting him as best you could.

his chest heaved in a desperate need for fresh air, eyes half-lidded. “fuck… you two…” he moaned, utterly consumed by the pleasure. tsireya pulled him into a kiss, and lo’ak could taste himself on her tongue, the remnants of their shared heat lingering on her lips. her hands roamed briefly along his chest and shoulders before she pulled back, resting her forehead against his, breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

you stood, finally releasing his wrists from where they’d been restrained. when lo’ak and tsireya broke apart, he massaged his sore hands, flexing his fingers.

“that was… wow,” lo’ak said dreamy, causing tsireya to giggle softly. without hesitation, he pulled both of you close to his chest, letting himself soak in the warmth of your bodies. now all it mattered was this moment.

he then, whilst still having you in his embrace, pulled his kuru out, offering it to you. tsireya, ever quick, guided it to connect with yours and lo’ak’s, and the moment it did a shockwave of sensation rippled through you. so well known, but it still affected you the same everytime. your pupils widened. every nerve, every thought, every heartbeat screamed in unison. you could feel them, truly and completely, with all your heart, mind, and soul. and it mesmerised you every time. you felt as if whole world stopped for a second, and everything felt just right. safe, complete, and shared in a way only mates could understand.

after a quiet moment, lo’ak spoke up, voice low and genuine. “i’m sorry.”

“i shouldn’t have left you alone like that,” he added, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “i’ll work on it, i swear.”

“it’s okay, lo’lo,” you said, pulling back slightly to look at him, fingers brushing his cheek gently. “we’re not angry.”

“not anymore,” tsireya added with a soft chuckle, a mischievous glint still present in her eyes. “but we gotta get going, they’ll be looking for us eventually.”

lo’ak let out a short laugh, still holding both of you close. “if we have to, i’d rather not have someone looking at you,” he admitted, flexing slightly against the aftershocks still coursing through him.

all three of you began getting dressed, stretching limbs and adjusting your gear. the lingering tension of pleasure humming between you. lo’ak picked up his tewng, eyes widening in disbelief as he examined it. it was completely ruined.

“how am i gonna come back like this?” he asked, not knowing whether to be amused or exasperated. “i’m not going with my ass and dick out.”

you laughed softly, nudging him with your hip. “well, that’s what you get for ignoring us.”

tsireya smirked, shaking her head and slapped her hand against his butt in mock reprimand. “don’t worry, lo’lo… maybe we’ll fix it for you… later.”

“so how do i get back?” lo’ak whined desperately.

“swim,” you joked, causing lo’ak to groan he shoved his face into your shoulders briefly, and pulled back. he again started to take a close look at his loincloth, finally coming up with the idea to make it somewhat cover him.

now, everything’s gonna be okay..

[fluffylino]

drowning kisses

neteyam x fem human reader

(his lil cutie patootie face, i just wanna kith him all over aaa)

the water flows beautifully. resembling the night sky with its bioluminescence. kiri whose swimming beside you, points at the spirit tree underwater with a smile. you look down, heart thumping at the beauty of this world. its the first time they've brought you here. a warm breeze unconciously makes you tighten your hold around neteyam's shoulders, resting your cheek on his nape. he's gliding through the water with you on his back. and he does it effortlessly, with no a single complaint. and it's all for one reason : you haven't learnt how to swim.

its all calm until your mask beeps. "what is it?" neteyam asks instantly. "i don't know" catching him tighter so you can lift your free hand up to feel the straps. you swear one side feels loose. and you fiddle with it. it happens all too quickly. the mask falls off and in the haste of catching it bwfore it begins to sink, your arms slip. your body dropping into the water, lungs burning as you feel yourself sink underwater. your vision going dark and fuzzy at the edges.

neteyam manages to get a hold of you. pulling your limp body up to the surface. "shit. wait i'll get the mask" spider swims towards where your mask had drifted. the oldest panics when he tries to shakes you awake but fails. "we gotta put this on right now" the human boy says. "no! water is in her lungs." placing his large hand on your chest. "we need to get the water out" and he places his mouth on yours. blowing air in. pulling away for a second and doing it all over again till you sputter out a cough.

"breathe yawne (beloved)" your eyes open, coughing out all the water. partially hearing the affectionate term. your heart beats rapidly.

neteyam's face is so close to yours, littered with ethereal markings resembling the starry sky. his braids brushing over your whole face as he hooks his arm under your thighs. "now. put it on now!" his voice is sharp. catching on to how you struggle to actually breathe in the air. kiri puts it on to your face, vacuuming it and you can finally breathe. the air filling your lungs as you gasp.

"deep breathes, it is okay. it's okay. you're okay, im right here my sweet girl " he whispers reassuringly, holding you against him when your eyes well up with tears. the warmth radiating off his body grounds you. "we'll go back, okay? we're going back now, don't worry" neteyam allows himself to sink into your touch. his worry fizzling out gradually upon noticing how you still want to lighten the scary moment with playfulness.

"you k-kissed me..." you mumble, hugging him like he was your air. nuzzling into him. the na'vi hides his smile. "we will do that again. properly and in a safer way next time." his lips brush your earlobe. kissing the top of your head. and he wishes he could feel your lips on his soon.

....

[delusionalwh6re]

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ submit to you

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ neteyam x fem mangkwan!reader

summary: when neteyam gets caught up, he needs you. a pretty psycho ash girl wandering on the wrong side, and he won’t let up so easily

warnings: 🔞 smut, p in v, masterbation, oral (m receiving), riding, choking, rough to soft sex? slight breeding kink and these mfs having no shame

authore’s note: okay but hear me out… if neteyam was still alive (he’s sleep rn) why would him and an ash girl LOWKEY be kinda tea? pls tell me yall see the vision

Varang was going to kill you.

No fuck that. She was going to publicly humiliate you then do some dramatic sacrifice infront of the entire clan

You didn’t know exactly how you got here, or where you went wrong. All you needed to get was some more herbs. A trip to the forest being necessary

Specifically the Omaticayan forest, it was a smart plan. They were known for having some of the best herbs and medical procedures. Your clan didn’t need much, only enough to get you by for atleast another week

There was big battle coming up and your people needed to be as prepared as possible. These raids usually ending up in multiple injuries and even death

You needed to be as quick as possible, in and out. Or there would be a problem

It was a known fact that the Mangkwan and Omaticaya did not get along, well the Mangkwan didn’t get along with anyone. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t do what it takes to get by. Constantly taking stuff from others without a care in the world

You felt like it was owed to your people. After Eywa turned her back on all of you, it was only right to get back at those she did choose to save

“Where the fuck is it?” you mumbled quietly under your breath, making sure to keep your steps quiet as you wandered throughout the forest

Now you knew where to find these herbs, you have before. Did they grow somewhere else? Were they all gone? How were you gonna find an alternative if there wasn’t any?

This was making your brain hurt and you needed a second to mentally reset. Your back was pressed again some tree bark. The nape of your neck pressed firmly against it as you tried to figure out some type of backup plan

Before you could have even a second of peace you heard a low growl coming from behind you. Your ears perked up instantly and you scurried to reach behind your back to grab your bow

Slowly, you turned your face to the side to peek behind the tree trunk you were just hiding behind. It was a bit difficult as the bioluminescence flashed in your eyes, and the complementary colors helping to block out any predators

Then suddenly you heard what sounded like a whimper…

You crouched onto the ground and got into your fighting stance just incase of a threat

Then the sounds proceeded, more whimpers and even moans

You were able to get a glimpse of the scene infront of you through one of the bushes you were positioned in front of. There wasn’t much to look at but a leg. A dark blue one.

Your brow bones furrowed, this was a native. An Omaticaya. Were they hurt? Was this a trap? Were they here for the same reason as you? Should you kill them in case they were and get what you rightfully came for?

You couldn’t go back empty handed, that’s an embarrassment of its own

Your thoughts were cut off once again after another whimper came from the person, a loud one. And it almost sounded pleasurable

Taking a risk, a huge risk you decided to poke your head out from the bush and oh my…

It was a man. A warrior. He was sprawled out on top of the moss. His body shaking with desire. Sweat dripped down his face all the way down to his toned torso. His long braids being held back in a loose ponytail. You tried squinting to catch a glimpse of his face but all you got out of it was his strong cheekbones and clenched jaw

You didn’t need to see anymore to know that he was gorgeous

“Shiiiitt” he muttered with his eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back, his hand gripping his dick. Stroking quickly from base to tip, a moan slipped passed his mouth

Your mouth dropped slightly, something about this.. impressed you

As much as you fought with yourself to look away — you were in a trance. Your body was getting hot as you watched the man roughly fuck his hand. Desperate for a release

A line of slick was forming against your loincloth. Your pussy starting to throb at the nasty thoughts going your mind. ‘What is wrong with me?’ the thought swarmed through your mind as you continued to watch like a perv

This little show wasn’t gonna last for long before you blew your cover. While entranced by the man your body was moving on its own. Almost as if his actions were interlinked with yours and you needed to get each other off

Your heel was pressed firmly against the cuff of your butt, putting all of your body weight on it. But you lost some of your balance causing your foot to slip from underneath you making a twig snap

Your head immediately shot down as you prepared to bolt, you needed to get out of here. Now. But before you could even stand to jolt off a hand was slapped against your mouth.

A dark blue one

You kicked, slapped and punched him to get off you. Your chest was pressed roughly against the ground. Thankfully the moss gave you some sort of comfort as you didn’t get scratched up — but that didn’t stop you from getting manhandled

“What are you doing on our side of the forest?” his accent was thick — his voice deep and rich like the fruits that grew on the very trees he had you pinned next to

“What are you doing jerking off in the middle of-“ you couldn’t help but tease finding this situation a little humorous

“Stop playin’ with me” his knife pressed against the back of your neck so you couldnt retaliate — unless you wanted to die. And Neteyam had no issue with killing you

“What’s your name pretty boy?” you raised your hips up to get some sort of physical contact. He was still naked. Your tail swaying sensually as you sneakily wrapped it around his hips

He growled before roughly yanking you up by the base of your kuru and turning you around to look at him and oh my. He was even more handsome up close. Your eyes couldn’t help but scan his features. The way his nose scrunched up angrily, his lips plump and covered in saliva, his bunny like ears that were cutely pressed against his head in frustration

“I won’t ask again” he pushed himself forward in just one step causing his chest to now be pressed roughly against yours. He looked down briefly at your breasts. His face being unreadable for a moment before his eyes met yours, that aggressive demeanor grew back all over his face

You were growing irritated with how he was trying to check you, sure it was his territory but you weren’t one to answer anyone’s questions

Neteyam roughly grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers quickly wrapping around the base of your kuru causing you to hiss at him

“Who the fuck are you hissing at? You think you can just wander in here and think you won’t get put in your place?” his brow bones furrowing as he bent his neck down to be in your face

“Who’s gonna check me?” you challenged him, ultimately pushing his buttons. You knew he had it in him somewhere

His jaw clenched as you smirked up at him unamused, “maybe you really do need this more than I do, you’re too uptight”

“What’s that supposed to mean?

“You’re clearly very upset that I barged in on your little porn session”

“I knew you were there, I could smell you” his advances suddenly become sexual as he slowly looked you up and down pausing briefly to stare directly at your covered pussy

“You gonna do something about it?” you stared at him, shifting your body weight over to one leg as you crossed your arms

The tension was thick, so thick and it was obvious. You weren’t backing down and neither was he. This was gonna end up in a fight, a fight on who’s better. Who could make the other one submit

Before you could make a move, he did it for you. He was fast. A skilled warrior. You were forced on your knees. His throbbing dick right in front of you

“Open” he guided his aching tip to sit right on top of your plump lips. Smearing his cum all over your lips, cheeks, jaw, anywhere he could paint you

“No” you spat staring at him through your lashes, you weren’t one to submit to anyone. Always having your guard up and holding your own

He shook his head yes, “you talk too much, let’s use that mouth for something else” his words came out surprisingly gentle while he slapped his tip against your mouth

Your eyes crossed as you admired his length. Glowing tahnis covering the blue base that matched the rest of his body. His angry tip leaking flows of pre cum — probably even actual cum

A smirk grew on your lips as you gently grabbed his dick, flicking your wrists softly to massage him “So tell me mighty warrior, do I turn you on?”

He looked down at you. Your teasing demeanor bringing him in as he gave in to your advances. A growl rumbling in his chest as he watched you stroke him at an antagonizing slow pace

He gripped the back of your neck harshly causing you to hiss at him and smack his thigh

“Shut that shit up right now before I give you something to hiss at”

“Aren’t you gonna do that regardless?”

After your bratty comment, he decided to fully take matters into his own hands and swiftly slid himself in your mouth

“Mhm look at that, you’re so pretty when you aren’t talking”

Sarcastic spews were caught in your throat and hums came up to vibrate against him giving him a wave of pleasure

Just for tonight, you weren’t gonna fight against it

No matter what it led to

You started harshly, suctioning your mouth around him as if you were afraid he was gonna slip out. Coating some of your spit around him making it sloppy

A moan left his mouth at your movements. Lust cosuming his head as he watched you take his dick down your throat like a champ

You were getting into it to as you grabbed his balls, massaging them smoothly. Your tongue swirling around his base. Your eyes stared up at him — teasingly as you slowly began pulling off of him

His head snapped down at your mouth leaving suddenly. Before he could even say anything, you caught spit in your mouth before slowly sticking your tongue out

He mumbled a bunch of incoherent curse words under his breath. You took this as an opportunity to engulf his dick back into your mouth and get back to work

Gagging and making the nastiest sounds. Squelching noises coming from below his waist as you swallowed him whole

“J-just like that” his hips stuttered — he was close

And you were right. Without warning his warm seed traveled down your throat like water. Satisfying your throat as you felt the warmth of it

You slurped up every last drop. Twirling your tongue and suctioning your mouth on his dick as if he was the sweetest treat you ever tasted. Your hums of satisfaction giving him pleasure. Bobbing your head up and down you didn’t care to stop even after he came

He roughly pushed you off of him, gasps flew out of your mouths as you caught your breaths. His rising chest slowed as he looked down at you

He heaved and held his eyes tight together in an attempt to collect himself. You couldn’t help but smirk — your ego ultimately boosting

Neteyam’s eyes slowly met yours, unreadable but you could tell this wasn’t the end of it. He blew a breath out of his mouth as you waited patiently for what was next

“My names Neteyam” his nonchalance making you laugh “Wow Neteyam, it’s so nice to meet you. My name is-“

You were cut off with him suddenly laying down and pulling you on top of him. His hand wrapping around your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance. The taste of him making a statement in your mouth.

He manhandled you like no other. Putting your sneaky movements to a halt

“What game are you playing at huh?” he yanked you by your kuru “The one where I win”

“You wish fire girl”

“You look so sexy when you’re mad”

“Just shut up and come ride this dick”

“Since you asked so nicely” you sassed before pushing him back onto the ground, harshly sitting yourself onto his lap

You began grinding on top of him experimentally. Your loincloth — now covered in nothing but your juices. You closed your eyes as pleasure finally consumed you

Using the man below you to get yourself off. Not even noticing he began to take off your cloths

“Someone’s eager”

“Says the master baiter”

Before you knew it you were now completely naked, his swift movements undressing you in a mere amount of seconds. Your bare pussy now on display for him

He gulped looking at where you two met, slowly trailing his eyes up towards your face “You ready?”

You ignored his random concern and held his dick up — sliding down in one swift motion. Your wetness causing the stretch to go smoothly, only a small burning sensation against your entrance

Neteyam moaned throwing his head back “fuck”

Your face was twisted in pleasure as your jaw dropped “you feel so good” a whine escaped its way out your mouth

He held onto your hips tightly, pressing you down firmly wanting to have your guys pelvises as close as possible

“Yeah you like that huh?”

“Eh, I’ve had better”

You began bouncing up and down on him. Chasing that high that you so secretly craved. You would never let him think that though

Placing your hands on top of his shoulders for leverage you used all your strength to continuously slam down on him. Loud moans leaving your mouth as your head flew back towards the sky

“Oh! oh, fuck” you whimpered — the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs was heard throughout the forest

Neteyam on the other hand was in a complete trance. Finally feeling relief that wasn’t from the comfort of his hand. Although he had no intentions on this ever happening again and he assumed you felt the same — he just let it happen for now

“You’re doing so good” he grunted, leaning his head up to look down at your sticky pelvis meeting with his. Lines of slick forming on your clit

Placing his feet firmly against the ground and bending his legs slightly into a more prominent position — he sent a firm thrust up into you

A scream left your throat “Neteyam!”

He smirked, using your hips to keep slamming you down onto him. Each thrust into your pussy getting rougher and rougher

“Takin’ this dick like a gooood girl, bet you won’t come back over here right?” his thumb snuck between your thighs to softly rub your clit — a perfect amount of friction

“Fuck you”

“You already are”

Your pussy began clenching around him, the pleasure getting the best of you. Your mind hazing as you started losing some of your consciousness

“I’m gonna cum” you whispered under your breath, saying it to yourself rather than to him

“Go ahead, let it out for me”

You tightly grabbed his neck, putting his head back onto the ground and held him there. Taking control again you bounced on him harder than before, using whatever strength you had left

“YESSS!” you whined as his tip smashed against your cervix firmly. That being exactly what you needed to let go. A cry leaving your throat as your vision blurred with tears of pure bliss

He held your wrist from the hand that you were choking him out with. Groans leaving his mouth with every slam of your hips

Your thighs were starting to burn. The continuous bouncing beginning to take a toll on you but you refused to tap out.

“Mhm, mhm fuck” his eyes were closed while his mouth hung open. His head shaking back and forth as if he was trying to convince himself this was just a dream — or perhaps a nightmare.

“You gonna cum again?” your hands caressed his cheek that was dampened in sweat. His eyes popped open, that now familiar dark green pouring into your amber ones.

“No” he shushed you with one hard slap against the fat of your ass

“You’re so pathetic. First I catch you barely even satisfying yourself, now you get some pussy and don’t know how to act”

“Keep talking shit” he grunted nodding his head at you as if he was begging you to keep going so he could take you down right now

“I said you’re so pat-”

He pressed his hand against your lower back, wrapping his arm completely around your torso so you couldn’t move before sending you the hardest thrusts he’s given you all night

A gasp left your mouth as your eyes rolled back, trying to find something to grab on. Hands shaking and fidgeting around to the closest thing you could find

As much as you tried to fight it, he was good. He knew exactly how to get you there and momentarily even submit to him

“What’d i tell you hm?”

“I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention” your sass never stopped even while you were moaning in his ear

A harsh slap was placed on the opposite cheek of your ass from the one he slapped before

This position being so much more intimate. Closer. Personal.

His eyes stared into yours — your lips being only centimeters apart. Neither of you were willing to give in, only tease

“Oh my gosh” Neteyam whimpered as you clenched around him tightly “stop fuckin’ doin’ that”

“Or what?”

“I’ll nut inside of you that’s what”

You felt that familiar feeling in your stomach again just at his words — you licked his lips

Pulling back with a small smile at his dumbfounded face, wrapping your arms around his neck “do it”

“You’re talkin’ crazy” he looked away from you

“Fuckkk, you’re in my stomach” you whined throwing your head back, circling your hips as another orgasm approached

“Yeah you feel me all up in here?” he sat up on his elbows, pressing a hand against your lower abdomen causing you to squeal

“Give it to me!” you whined deliriously, meeting his thrusts halfway as you fucked him back

“Keep it up, gonna make me give you everything”

Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook from underneath you. It was safe to say that he was beating you your pussy up

“Right there, right there” your hands held onto his braids tightly as you guys fucked each other to the edge

“Sheesh girl, you’re so fucking wet” Neteyam slid two of his fingers over your throbbing clit as you seized onto of him

“IM CUMMING!” you screamed desperately

“Cum all over me, cum on this dick I gotchu” he put you into a bear hug position as you got through your orgasm while he still chased his own

“Gimme your babies” you whimpered in his ear

“Don’t talk like that” he squeezed your ass firmly in warning while trying to focus so he can pull out of you

He felt his stomach tighten. Thrusting into you harder, deeper, faster — ready to feel that relief wash over him again

“Shit *thrust* shit *thrust* fuckkk *thrust” his balls sloppily smacking against the swell of your ass

“I’m gonna cummmm” he whined his head thrown back as his mouth fell agape — several moans leaving his mouth as he felt his balls contracting and your warms walls take him in

And he fought, he really did

But tonight he let that restraint slip

“Let go for me Neteyam, c’mon you can do it. You’re almost there” you whispered in his ear smoothly, lust coating your voice. You rubbed your hands all over his body and even kissed the corner of his lips

There it was, he scratched onto your lower back instinctively as his orgasm washed over him

The warmth of his cum making you moan and whimper into his chest. Having being completely worn out, Neteyam placed his head on the grass underneath him

Pants and heavy breaths along with the sound of creatures in the distance the only thing being heard

That comfort didn’t last long, it couldn’t

You suddenly rose up “Well this was a fun adventure but I have better things to tend to”

He rolled his eyes at you, still calming down from his intense high, but not before smirking at the way your legs wobbled as you stood up to gather your things

“It’s like that huh?”

“It’ll always be like that… Neteyam”

He chuckled lightly watching you about to make your way out the forest. He stood up briefly as well as he was definitely ready to get this night over with

Before you scurried off though, you couldn’t help giving him one last remark

“Same time next week?” a flirty smile plastered on your face as you halfway turned to look at him

He squinted his eyes at you “In your dreams”

“I prefer nightmares”

And with that the two of you went your separate ways, different from before your encounter you were now leaving with an even bigger problem…

[jakeycore]

friendlier fire / neteyam

aged up! neteyam x na'vi reader. MDNI 🔞

Summary: The rivalry didn’t stop just because the clothes came off. If anything, the stakes are higher now. Warnings: 8k+ words, aged up! neteyam, rival with benefits, explicit smut, p in v, (still) hate sex, fingering, edging, blowjob, mention of blood, heavy injury Notes: yeah this is kinda long ig, but i hope you enjoy it

Part 1 here: friendly fire

The sun was high over High Camp, baking the mud and stone. The air smelled of roasting fish and ozone. You were sitting on the edge of the communal fire pit, restringing your bow. Your fingers were raw, and every muscle in your legs screamed in protest every time you shifted weight—a lingering, aching reminder of the cave floor.

You adjusted the woven strap of your top, tugging it higher on your shoulder to cover the bruise Neteyam had left there. It was a dark, purple mark, shaped unmistakably like teeth.

"That dive yesterday," a voice said, breaking your focus.

You looked up. It was a young hunter from the second squad. He was smiling at you, holding a bowl of fruit. "I saw the telemetry logs. I didn't think an Ikran could bank that hard without stalling. You have to teach me how you shifted your weight."

You smirked, leaning back on your hands (and wincing slightly). "It’s not about the weight. It’s about the knees. You have to lock them against the saddle right before the turn."

"Show me?" He asked, stepping closer, his tail swishing with clear interest. "After the midday meal? We could take the training mounts out."

It was innocent.

It was friendly.

"She's busy," a cold voice cut through the conversation like a obsidian knife.

Neteyam appeared behind the young warrior, looming like a thunderhead. He wasn't looking at the other boy, his golden eyes were locked on you, specifically on the way you were leaning back.

The boy jumped, ears pinning back. "I was just asking about—"

"I heard," Neteyam interrupted, his voice smooth but edged with steel. "But unless you want to explain to the Olo'eyktan why the perimeter sensors haven't been recalibrated yet, I suggest you get back to your post."

"But... my shift doesn't start for another hour."

"I moved it up," Neteyam lied. Effortlessly. "Go."

The boy didn't argue with the Chief's son. He gave you an apologetic look and scrambled away.

You watched him go, then turned your glare on Neteyam. "You're a jerk. And a liar."

Neteyam didn't flinch. He walked around the fire pit and crouched down in front of you, invading your personal space. He reached out and snatched the bow from your lap, inspecting your stringing work with a critical eye.

"You're distracting the other warriors," he muttered, plucking the string. It hummed perfectly. He scowled, annoyed that he couldn't criticize it.

"I was talking strategy," you countered, snatching the bow back. "Something you might want to try instead of barking orders."

"He wasn't looking at your strategy," Neteyam said low, his voice dropping to a rumble. "He was looking at your mouth."

Your rolled your eyes. "So? Maybe I like the attention. Not everyone treats me like a headache they can't get rid of."

Neteyam’s jaw tightened. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only you could hear amidst the camp noise.

"He doesn't know you," he hissed. "He thinks you're just some brave, pretty refugee. He doesn't know you're a brat who refuses to follow orders."

"Jealous, Sully?" you taunted, tilting your chin up.

"Territorial," he corrected, his eyes darkening. "You're my headache. I'm the one who has to clean up your messes.

"I can handle myself."

"I know." His gaze drifted down to your shoulder, staring pointedly at the strap covering his mark. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. "Fix your strap. It's slipping."

You froze, heat rushing to your face. You quickly adjusted the strap, glaring at him.

"You did that on purpose," you accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Neteyam said, standing up and dusting off his hands. The perfect soldier mask was back in place, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Report to the sparring ring in ten minutes. I want to see if your hand-to-hand is as sloppy as your landing was."

"I hate you," you said, standing up and wincing as your sore muscles protested.

Neteyam paused, looking back at you. He let his eyes rake over your form, slow and heavy, remembering exactly why you were sore.

"Ten minutes," he ordered. "Don't keep me waiting."

The moon was high, casting a silver glow over the forest floor, painting the ferns in shades of indigo and violet. The camp was asleep. The fires had burned down to embers, and the only sound was the distant rhythm of the ocean against the sea wall.

But deep in the forest, in a small clearing hidden by a curtain of hanging vines, the silence was being violently broken.

Thud.

You hit the mossy ground hard, the air leaving your lungs in a sharp gasp. Before you could scramble up, a heavy foot pressed into your stomach, pinning you down.

Neteyam stood over you, silhouetted against the bioluminescent canopy. He was dripping sweat, his chest heaving, his braids tied back severely to keep them out of his face. There was no audience here. No recruits to impress. No father to perform for. Just you, him, and the dark.

"Dead," he whispered, the word cutting through the humidity.

You groaned, grabbing his ankle and twisting your hips. It was a dirty move, one you learned from a street fight. You torqued his knee sideways. Neteyam hissed, losing his balance, and stumbled back.

You didn't give him a second to recover. You sprang up, ignoring the ache in your ribs, and tackled him.

The two of you went down in a tangle of limbs, rolling through the wet ferns. He was stronger, but you were vicious. You managed to get a forearm against his throat, pinning him to the root of a massive tree.

"You over-committed," you panted, your face inches from his. "You thought you had me. Typical arrogance."

Neteyam glared up at you, his pupils blown wide in the darkness. He wasn't even trying to throw you off yet. He was just staring, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath yours.

"I let you up," he rasped, his voice rough.

"Liar," you spat, tightening your grip on his forearm. "You just hate being on the bottom."

The air between you crackled, thick and heavy. This far out, there was no one to hear the harshness of your breathing or the way your hearts were hammering in unison.

Neteyam’s hand shot up, gripping the back of your neck. It wasn't an attack. It was a demand. He pulled your head down, not for a kiss, but to press his forehead against yours, hard.

"You fight like a feral animal," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin. "No technique. Just... chaos."

"It works," you breathed back, staring defiantly into his golden eyes. "I'm the one on top, aren't I?"

Something in his expression fractured. The rivalry, the anger, the exhaustion all twisted into that familiar, suffocating heat.

"For now," he challenged.

He bucked his hips, a sudden explosion of strength that caught you off guard. He flipped the positions effortlessly, slamming your back against the tree trunk. The bark was rough against your skin, but his body was harder. He pinned your wrists above your head with one large hand, his other hand gripping your jaw to keep you looking at him.

"You talk too much about winning," Neteyam growled, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr. "But you forget who trained you."

"You didn't train me," you shot back, though your voice shook slightly as his knee pressed between your legs, parting them. "You just... polished the edges."

"Then let me polish them," he whispered darkly.

He didn't wait for a witty comeback. He crushed his mouth to yours, devouring the sound of your protest. It was aggressive and messy, fueled by the adrenaline of the fight. You bit his lip and he groaned into your mouth, his grip on your wrists tightening to the point of pain— a pain you welcomed.

You wrenched your hands free from his grip, not to push him away, but to claw at his back, dragging your nails down his spine. He shuddered, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, biting down on the sensitive muscle there.

"You're so loud," he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming down your sides, finding the ties of your loincloth. "Good thing we're miles away."

"Shut up," you gasped, throwing your head back against the tree bark.

The bark of the massive tree bit into your back, but you barely felt it. All you could feel was Neteyam pressing his hips against yours.

His hands were frantic, tugging at the ties of your loincloth, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps against your neck. He was eager. Too eager.

"Finally," he groaned, abandoning the knot to just shove the fabric aside, his knee nudging your legs further apart. He moved to bridge the gap, his body coiled tight, ready to bury himself inside you and take what he thought was his.

You caught him by the shoulders and shoved. Hard.

It wasn't enough to throw him off, but it was enough to stop his momentum. Neteyam froze, his chest heaving, his golden eyes snapping up to yours in confusion and annoyance.

"What?" he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "Don't tell me you're backing out. You started this."

"I'm not backing out," you said coolly, though your own pulse was hammering. You slid your hand down his chest, over his taut stomach, and rested it firmly on his hip bone, keeping him just inches away from where he wanted to be. "I'm just... pacing you."

Neteyam frowned, his brows knitting together. He tried to push forward again, grinding against your hand. "I don't need pacing. Move your hand."

"No," you said, digging your nails into his skin. "I remember the cave, Neteyam. You were sloppy."

Neteyam went still. Even in the dark, you could see the flash of indignation. "I was not—"

"You were fast," you interrupted, tilting your head mockingly. "Embarrassingly fast. For a warrior who lectures me about 'stamina' and 'discipline' all day, you certainly lost yours the second you touched me."

He snarled, a low, animalistic sound. "I was pent up. It was a one-time thing."

"Was it?" You smirked, trailing your other hand down his neck, feeling his pulse jump under your fingertips. "Because you seem to be rushing again, boy. Panting like a dog, fumbling with knots... is this the famous Sully composure?"

Neteyam gripped your wrist, his fingers bruising. "You want composure?" he growled. "Fine."

You smirked, tilting your head. "So I'm setting the pace tonight. You wait until I say you can—"

Neteyam didn't let you finish.

In a blur of motion, he grabbed your wrists, tore them from his chest, and slammed them high above your head against the tree trunk. He gripped both of them in one large hand, his fingers overlapping easily, pinning you completely.

"You think you have the authority to command me?" he growled, his voice dropping into a register so deep it vibrated in your bones.

"I—"

"Quiet."

He used his free hand to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to force your mouth open, silencing you. The playful teasing vanished from the air, replaced by a suffocating, heavy dominance.

"You want slow?" he hissed. "I'll give you slow. But you don't get to decide when it ends. I do."

He entered you then—not with the frantic rush of the cave, but with a terrifyingly slow, deliberate slide that stretched you to your limit. You gasped, your head falling back against the bark, your hips instinctively bucking to try and take more, to speed him up.

"Ah," he chided, his grip on your wrists tightening. He held you still, refusing to let you move. "Stay still."

He withdrew slowly, agonizingly, before sliding back in, just as slow. It was torture. It was a display of perfect, cruel control. He watched your face, watching your composure shatter while his remained iron-clad.

"Please," you whimpered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. The friction was maddening, and his refusal to speed up was driving you insane.

"Please what?" he mocked softly, nipping at your throat. "Please speed up? I thought I was too fast for you? I thought I was sloppy?"

"Neteyam, shut up and just—"

He thrust harder, hitting a spot that made your vision blur, but immediately slowed down again.

"I'm... bored," you lied through your teeth, your voice breathless but dripping with venom. You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him in deep, trying to force the pace yourself since your hands were still pinned. "Is this it? Is this the legendary stamina? Because you're stalling, Sully."

His jaw worked. The vein in his neck pulsed. He wanted you to break, but you were cracking his composure instead.

"I am controlling the pace," he hissed.

"You're afraid," you taunted, arching your back off the tree to meet him, defying his hold. "You're afraid if you let go... you'll finish in seconds again. Prove me wrong."

That snapped the last thread of his restraint.

But he didn't thrust harder. Instead, he withdrew completely, pulling away from you with a sudden, jarring motion that left you gasping at the loss of heat.

Before you could make a sound, his hands were heavy on your shoulders, shoving you downward. The force was undeniable, a physical command that brooked no argument.

"Down," he snarled, his voice stripped of any patience.

Your knees hit the damp moss with a soft thud. The sudden change in elevation made your head spin. You looked up, wiping a stray lock of hair from your face, and found Neteyam towering over you.

He looked imperious in the moonlight, his chest heaving, his jaw set in a line of hard stone.

"You have a big mouth," he hissed, looking down at you with dark, dilated eyes. He tangled his hand into your hair, tilting your head back until your neck was exposed, forcing you to look up at him. "Use it for something other than talking."

You didn't blink. You just smirked, the expression sharp enough to cut, and wrapped your hands around the backs of his thighs.

"Gladly," you murmured.

You didn't wait for him to posture or prepare. You leaned forward and took his length in, not tentatively, but with a sudden, voracious enthusiasm that knocked the wind out of him.

Neteyam’s head snapped back. A harsh, broken noise tore from his throat. His hands tightened in your hair instantly, not to pull you away, but to anchor himself as his knees threatened to buckle.

You worked him ruthlessly, looking up through your lashes to watch the ruin of his composure. You tightened your suction, using your hand to twist and stroke in a rhythm that was designed to destroy him. You wanted him to lose his mind, and you were succeeding.

He snapped.

He abandoned the pretense of the stoic test. His grip on your hair turned bruising, and he started to move, snapping his hips forward to meet you. He fucked your mouth. Hard.

He drove into you with zero regard for finesse. You didn't back down. You didn't gag. You met every thrust, your own competitive fire fueling you. You took him deeper, tightening your throat around him, challenging him to find your limit.

Is that all you got? your eyes screamed. Take it, his body answered.

He was close. Terrifyingly close. You could feel the way his muscles seized, the way his breath hitched into a high, desperate whine in his throat. He was seconds away from spilling over, seconds away from losing the game and finishing right there in the dirt like a rookie.

And he knew it.

"Fuck," he choked out.

Suddenly, violently, he yanked your head back by your hair, forcing you to release him with a wet pop.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath, staring up at him confused and disappointed. "What? Too much for you?"

Neteyam looked down at you, chest heaving, his face twisted in a mask of pure frustration and lust. He was trembling, sweat dripping from his nose, looking like he wanted to murder you and worship you at the same time.

"You don't get to win that easily," he rasped, his voice wrecked.

He didn't give you a second to process the loss of contact. He gripped your hips and slid down the rough bark of the tree, dragging you down with him until he was seated on the mossy roots and you were pulled hard between his legs.

He slammed your back against his chest, trapping you. His thighs bracketed yours, keeping you spread open, and his arm clamped across your chest like a bar of iron, pinning you against him.

"You stopped," you panted, tilting your head back to glare at him upside down. "You were right there. You coward."

"I'm not a coward," Neteyam growled. "I don't finish while you're still thinking you're in charge."

He didn't wait. He shoved his hand down the front of your loincloth, bypassing the fabric with a rough, impatient jerk. He found you instantly—soaked and swollen.

"And look at that," he sneered against your ear. "You talk so much, but you're dripping for me."

He thrust two fingers inside you, deep and sudden.

You gasped, a loud, broken sound that echoed too clearly in the quiet forest. Your hips bucked instinctively, trying to escape the sudden intrusion, but he had you trapped between his thighs.

"Too loud," he muttered.

He took his free hand, the one that had been pinning your chest, and slammed it over your mouth. His palm was rough, calloused from the bowstring, and it smothered your cry instantly, pushing your head back against his shoulder.

"Quiet," he ordered, his voice vibrating against your spine. "You don't get to scream. You just take it."

He began to move his fingers. It wasn't the clumsy fumbling of a boy but it was the precision of a warrior who knew exactly where to strike. He curled his fingers, hitting that maddening spot inside you with a punishing, rhythmic curl. Come here. Come here.

You bit into his palm, muffled whimpers vibrating against his skin as the pleasure spiked hot and fast. You were already on edge from the teasing earlier, and he knew it. He ramped up the speed, his wrist twisting, his thumb grinding against you, driving you blindly toward the cliff.

Your vision blurred. Your toes curled into the moss. You were there, right there, your body tensing for the release—

And he stopped.

He didn't pull out. He just stopped moving, leaving his fingers buried deep inside you, still as stone.

You made a frustrated, muffled noise against his hand, thrashing in his hold. You tried to grind down on his hand to finish it yourself, but he stay still.

"Ah," he whispered into your ear, his tone dark and mocking. "Did I say you could finish?"

He waited. He waited until your muscles stopped spasming, until the peak faded into a dull, aching throb of need. He waited until you were limp against him, panting through your nose, furious and desperate.

"You wanted to test control?" he murmured. "This is control."

He started again.

Slowly at first, agonizingly slow drags that stretched you out, before snapping back into that vicious, fast rhythm. He played you like an instrument. He built you up, higher this time, the pressure building in your lower belly until it was unbearable. You were arching off his chest, clawing at the arm wrapped around you, begging him without words.

And just as you started to keen against his palm, trembling on the edge of ruin—

He stopped again.

"Not yet," he hissed, nipping the side of your neck. "You made me wait. Now you wait."

Tears of frustration pricked your eyes. It was torture. It was humiliating. And it was the hottest thing he had ever done.

He held you there in the dark, his hand over your mouth silencing your protests, forcing you to simmer in your own desperation while he sat calmly behind you, the master of your body.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked softly, moving his fingers just a fraction. "Or do we go for a third round of this?"

You nodded frantically against his palm, your pride completely dissolved by the ache throbbing between your legs. You couldn't take a third round of edging. You felt like you were going to snap in half.

"Good choice," Neteyam murmured against your ear.

He slowly peeled his hand away from your mouth. You sucked in a jagged breath, your lips swollen and wet, immediately turning your head to glare at him.

"You're cruel," you gasped, your voice trembling.

"I'm effective," he corrected.

He withdrew his fingers from you in one slow, agonizing slide, leaving you suddenly cold and achingly empty. You made a noise of protest, trying to chase his touch, but he gripped your hips and shoved you forward, off his lap and onto the mossy ground.

"Hands and knees," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

You didn't fight him. You scrambled into position, the damp earth cool against your palms, your back arched instinctively. You heard the rustle of movement behind you, the sound of him adjusting himself, freeing the part of him that you had tortured earlier with your mouth.

Neteyam loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He placed a heavy hand on your lower back, pressing down to correct your arch, forcing your hips higher.

"Perfect form," he mocked darkly, his voice vibrating against your spine. "See? You can follow orders when you want to."

He didn't give you a moment to retort. He didn't give you a count of three. He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, and drove into you with a single, brutal thrust.

The air left your lungs in a sharp, broken cry. He filled you completely, stretching you to your absolute limit, erasing the empty ache he had left you with moments ago. The sensation was overwhelming, too big, too deep, too sudden.

"Neteyam—" you gasped, your fingers clawing into the damp moss.

"I'm here," he growled, leaning down to drape his heavy frame over your back, his chest pressing you down toward the earth. "I'm right here."

He began to move, and there was no hesitation this time. No "pacing." He pounded into you with a ruthless, punishing rhythm, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the clearing. He pulled your hips back onto him with every thrust, burying himself to the hilt, hitting that spot inside you with a violence that made your vision white out.

"You like that?" he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he picked up the speed. "You like running your mouth, don't you? But look at you now. Face in the dirt, taking everything I give you."

"Shut... up," you panted, though the words lacked any real bite. You were overwhelmed, your body betraying you, arching back to meet his ruthless pace.

You tried to retort, to tell him to go to hell, but the words dissolved into a broken, ragged moan as he hit that deepest point of you again. Your arms were shaking, elbows bending, threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts.

"You're struggling," Neteyam observed, his voice dark and breathless. He sounded pleased. "Can't hold yourself up?"

He grabbed your waist with both hands, pulling you back hard against his hips, doing the work for you so he could pound into you with even more force. The friction was blinding. He was relentless, a storm of motion that refused to give you a second to breathe.

"You wanted to finish?" he hissed against your neck, sweat dripping from his brow onto your skin. "I made you wait. I edged you until you were trembling. And now..."

He let go of one hip, sliding his hand down your stomach, slipping between your legs to find the slick, swollen bundle of nerves he had tormented earlier.

"Now I'm going to ruin you."

He ground his thumb against you right as he thrust deep.

It was too much. It was sensory overload. Your head fell back, a scream tearing from your throat that you couldn't suppress if you tried. His hand was skilled, cruel, and fast, working in perfect, punishing sync with his hips.

"That's it," he growled, feeling your walls clamp down around him, feeling the way your whole body seized up. "Cum for me."

The command was the final straw. You shattered. The release hit you like a lightning strike, arching your spine so hard it hurt, a broken scream tearing from your throat. You clamped down on him, your body convulsing in wave after wave of blinding pleasure.

Neteyam groaned, a harsh, guttural sound that vibrated against your back. He thrust into your spasms once, twice—hard and desperate—chasing his own end.

"F-fuck," he stammered, his hips jerking.

He was right there. You could feel him swelling, throbbing, ready to spill.

But at the very last second, just as his breath hitched into a silent scream, he wrenched himself out.

The friction vanished instantly, leaving you gaping and empty, gasping for air. Before you could process the loss, you felt hot, heavy spurts of liquid hitting the small of your back, sliding down your skin to mix with the sweat and the moss.

Neteyam hissed through his teeth, his hand gripping your hip tight enough to leave a mark as he emptied himself onto you. He jerked his hips, groaning your name, shaking with the force of his release. He coated your skin, marking you in the most primal way possible, refusing to hide the evidence of what he’d done to you.

He rode out the high for a long moment, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against your sweaty shoulder blades.

When the tremors finally stopped, he didn't move away. He collapsed forward, his heavy weight pressing you into the ground, his slick chest sliding against your back.

He turned his head, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, right next to where he had bitten you earlier.

"Look at you," he panted against your skin, his voice thick and wrecked. He reached down, his hand sliding over your lower back, smearing the warm mess he had made over your skin. "Covered in me."

You lay there, trembling, face pressed into the dirt, too overstimulated to even speak.

Neteyam let out a low, dark laugh. "I think that counts as a win," he whispered into your ear.

Neteyam finally rolled off you, the loss of his heat leaving you shivering in the damp air. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't ask if you were okay. He just stood up, his feet crunching on the moss, and immediately started fixing his loincloth, hiding the evidence of his lapse in control with annoying efficiency.

You pushed yourself up on trembling arms, wincing as your lower back protested. You felt sticky, sore, and thoroughly used. You watched him run a hand through his braids, regaining his composure as if he hadn't just been snarling into your neck a minute ago.

"Hey," you snapped, wiping mud from your cheek, feeling the wetness cooling on your lower back.

He glanced down at you, his face impassive, though his chest was still rising and falling a bit too fast. He picked up his knife from where he’d discarded it and turned to leave.

"At least give me some aftercare, you asshole," you grumbled, glaring at his retreating back.

Neteyam stopped. He looked over his shoulder, his golden eyes sweeping over your disheveled form, the mess on your back, the bruise forming on your shoulder, the fire still burning in your eyes.

A slow, maddening smirk curled his lip.

"You wish."

He turned and walked into the shadows of the forest without looking back, leaving you to clean up his mess.

You scowled, grabbing a handful of moss to wipe the sticky evidence of his "win" off your skin, muttering curses under your breath. You reached for your loincloth, your legs still shaking so bad you nearly toppled over.

"Asshole," you hissed again, to the empty forest. "Arrogant, preening, forest-boy piece of—"

Snap.

The sound wasn't the rhythmic crunch of Neteyam’s step fading away. It was a sharp, dry crack. Close. Too close.

You froze, your hunter instincts cutting through the post-coital haze instantly. The forest had gone quiet. The insects had stopped buzzing.

You dove for your knife—which was three feet away in a pile of your discarded gear.

You didn't make it.

A shadow detached itself from the gloom of the tree trunk. A heavy, ash-grey hand clamped over your mouth, and a thick arm banded around your throat, jerking you backward off your feet.

You kicked out, your heel connecting with a shin guard made of bone, but the figure didn't budge. You were slammed hard against a chest that smelled of rancid fat and charcoal—not the clean scent of rain and earth that Neteyam carried.

Mangkwan. The Rogue Tribe. Slavers and scavengers who picked off stragglers near the border.

"Get off of me!" you screamed, thrashing wildly. You managed to twist your body, driving an elbow into his gut, but your exhaustion betrayed you.

You rolled, scrambling on hands and knees toward your knife. Your fingers brushed the hilt—

A boot stomped down on your wrist.

You cried out, the bone radiating pain. The Mangkwan warrior loomed over you, raising a heavy obsidian club.

The club whistled down, aiming to split your skull. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the dark.

Thwip.

The sickening crunch of bone never came. Instead, there was a wet thud and a gargled cry of pain. You opened your eyes to see the warrior stumbling back, clutching his shoulder where a long, feathered arrow had punched clean through his bicep. The obsidian club fell harmlessly into the ferns.

"Ambush!" a sharp, female voice barked from the shadows.

Before you could scramble toward your knife, a hand—stronger and crueler than the first—snaked into your hair. You were yanked backward so hard your neck popped, and a cold, serrated blade was pressed against your jugular.

"Still," the woman hissed.

It was Varang. The matriarch of the raiding party. Her skin was painted in skeletal white rib cages, her eyes rimmed with red pigment. She hauled you up against her chest like a ragdoll, using your body as a shield.

A figure dropped from the canopy, landing in a crouch ten feet away.

Neteyam rose slowly to his full height. He had his bow drawn, the string pulled taut to his cheek, the arrow aim locked dead on Varang’s left eye.

"Let her go," Neteyam said, his voice terrifyingly calm.

Varang laughed, a rasping sound like dry leaves rubbing together. She didn't know who he was. "You have a steady hand, boy," Varang noted, her eyes darting between the arrow tip and your throat. "But not steady enough."

She moved.

She didn't lunge for you, and she didn't slice your throat. Instead, she dropped the knife from your jugular and whipped her hand behind your head. Her rough, calloused fingers didn't grab your hair this time.

She grabbed your queue.

She closed her fist tight around the base of your kuru, squeezing the sensitive neural tendrils hard enough to send white-hot lightning shooting down your spine. The other hand holding the knife against it.

You screamed. It was a raw, primal sound of agony that tore through the clearing. Your legs gave out, but she held you up by the braid alone, twisting it viciously.

Neteyam flinched. The perfect statue of the warrior cracked. His bow tip dipped, just an inch, his golden eyes widening in genuine, suffocating panic.

"Drop it!" Varang barked, yanking your head back by the neural whip so hard you thought your neck would snap. "Drop the bow, or I cut it. I’ll cut it right now and leave her severed in the dirt."

The threat hung in the air, heavier than death. To a na'vi, a severed kuru was a fate worse than dying. It was a disconnection from Eywa, from the ancestors, from everything.

"No," Neteyam breathed, his voice cracking. The deadly calm was gone, replaced by the terrified desperation of a boy watching his world about to be destroyed. "Don't... don't touch that."

"Then yield!" Varang shrieked, twisting her wrist.

A white-hot bolt of lightning tore down your spine, seizing every muscle in your body. You screamed, your vision fracturing into spots of light, your knees hitting the dirt. The pain was absolute and it wasn't just physical. It was a threat to your very soul.

Through the haze of agony, you saw Neteyam.

He was breaking.

The boy who never missed, the boy who lectured you on tactical sacrifices, was crumbling. His bow lowered inch by inch, his face pale and twisted in horror. He was going to do it. He was going to surrender himself to these butchers just to stop the pain.

"No," you gasped, the word scraping out of your throat like sandpaper.

Neteyam’s eyes snapped to yours. They were wide, wet, and terrified.

"Don't," you choked out. "Don't drop the bow!"

"Shut up!" Varang hissed, jerking your queue again.

"Shoot her!" you screamed, your voice tearing raw against your throat. "Neteyam, shoot her!"

He aimed. For one heart-stopping second, he aimed right between your eyes, trying to find the sliver of space to hit Varang. His finger tightened on the string. The muscles in his forearm bunched.

But then Varang twisted your queue, just a fraction, and a fresh wave of agony convulsed through your body. You whimpered, your head jerking back.

That was it. That was the breaker.

Neteyam let out a sound like a wounded animal, a sharp, horrifying exhale of defeat.

He didn't ease the tension. He didn't lower the weapon slowly.

He opened his hand.

The bow dropped.

It hit the mossy ground with a dull, wooden thud that sounded louder than thunder in the quiet forest. The arrow clattered uselessly into the ferns.

"No!" you sobbed, staring at the weapon, then up at him. "You idiot! Pick it up!"

Neteyam ignored you. He looked solely at Varang, his hands shooting up into the air, palms open, chest exposed.

"I yield," Neteyam choked out, his voice shaking. "I yield. Look. No weapons."

He kicked the bow away from him, sending it sliding across the dirt toward Varang’s feet. Then, he dropped to his knees. "You have what you want," Neteyam stated, his voice devoid of fear. It was cold. Hard. "I am unarmed. I am compliant."

Varang scoffed, but she saw the look in his eyes, the look of a predator waiting for a single mistake. She uncurled her fingers from your neural whip, though she kept a brutal grip on your shoulder.

"See?" Varang grinned, her filed teeth glinting in the dark. "He can be taught."

She whistled, a sharp, piercing sound.

From the shadows, three more Mangkwan warriors emerged. They had been waiting and watching.

One of them kicked Neteyam hard in the back.

You gasped, lunging forward, but Varang jerked you back.

Neteyam didn't make a sound. He absorbed the blow, his body jerking forward slightly, but he righted himself instantly. He didn't look at the attacker. He kept his eyes fixed on you, assessing the damage, checking your pupils, checking your breathing.

"Hands," a warrior barked, throwing a loop of heavy, rough-spun cord around Neteyam’s wrists.

Neteyam moved his hands behind his back slowly, deliberately. He allowed them to wrench his arms up high, binding his wrists together with agonizing tightness.

"The girl, too," Varang ordered, finally shoving you toward another warrior.

You were grabbed roughly, your own hands bound behind you with biting cord. You were hauled up to your feet, stumbling against the warrior who held you.

"You idiot," you hissed across the clearing at Neteyam, your voice shaking with rage and fear. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I can break out of ropes," he said, his voice low and steady, carrying easily over the noise of the clearing. "I can't fix a severed nerve."

The warrior behind him laughed, yanking the knot tight. "You talk big for a—"

Neteyam moved.

It was an explosion of motion. He dropped his weight instantly, snapping his head back with bone-crushing force, aiming for the nose of the warrior behind him.

But the Mangkwan warrior wasn't a novice recruit in a training ring.

He didn't even flinch. He simply tilted his head back, letting Neteyam’s skull hit his armored chest plate with a dull, pathetic thud.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a brief second. Idiot.

The warrior laughed, a low, wet rumble in his chest. He didn't lose his grip on the rope, in fact, he tightened it, wrenching Neteyam’s arms up so high you heard the shoulder joints pop. Neteyam gasped, his knees buckling under the pressure as the warrior kicked the back of his legs, forcing him back down into the mud.

"Feisty," the warrior mocked, pressing a heavy boot between Neteyam's shoulder blades to pin him flat. "But stupid."

Varang watched the display with a bored expression. She stepped forward, her bare feet squelching in the mud, and stopped inches from Neteyam’s face.

She crouched down, grabbing a fistful of his braids and yanking his head up so he was forced to look at her.

"Are you done?" she asked, her voice sounding like gravel.

You hissed. "Dont"

Varang’s head snapped toward you. Her eyes, rimmed in red pigment, narrowed as she looked you over—bound, helpless, but still snarling commands at her like you were in a position to negotiate.

"Don't?" she echoed, her voice dripping with amusement.

She looked back down at Neteyam, whose face was contorted in pain as she twisted his braids. She smiled, a cruel, jagged thing.

"Don't touch him?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Or what? You'll hiss at me again?"

To make her point, she didn't let go. But she didn't just pull his hair, either.

She looked at you, her eyes dead and cold, and smiled.

"You speak too much," she whispered. "Let's see how loud you scream for this."

She drew the jagged bone knife from her belt. There was no wind-up. No dramatic pause. She simply drove the blade down with terrifying speed.

Schlick.

The sound was wet and sickening. She buried the knife to the hilt in Neteyam’s chest, high on the left side, missing his heart by barely an inch but piercing the lung.

Neteyam’s back arched off the ground, a silent, horrific convulsion. His eyes went wide, the pupils blowing out until the gold vanished. He tried to inhale to scream, but only a wet, bubbling gurgle escaped his lips.

"There," Varang sneered before she ripped the knife out, sending a fresh spray of blood across the ferns. "Quiet."

The world stopped.

The sound of the forest vanished. The sound of Varang’s laughter faded. All you could hear was the wet, rattling wheeze of Neteyam trying to breathe through a chest full of blood. You saw the light in his eyes flicker and start to dim.

Something inside you snapped.

"NO!"

The scream that tore from your throat wasn't human, it was the sound of a wounded thanator.

The warrior holding your arms never stood a chance. You didn't use technique. You used hysteria. You threw your head back, slamming your skull into his face with enough force to shatter his nose and your own forehead.

He howled, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second.

It was enough.

You ripped your arms free, the rough cords tearing the skin off your wrists, but you didn't feel it. You spun around, grabbed the warrior’s spear, and didn't even bother to use the point. You swung the heavy wood like a bat, smashing it into his temple with a crack that echoed through the trees. He dropped like a stone.

Varang turned, her eyes widening as she saw you.

You didn't stop. You launched yourself across the clearing, vaulting over Neteyam’s bleeding body, landing in a crouch between him and the matriarch.

You didn't scream this time. You hissed, a raw, guttural sound that vibrated deep in your chest, your lips pulled back to bare your teeth, your fingers curled into claws.

Creak.

Three bows were drawn instantly.

The Mangkwan warriors surrounding the clearing reacted to your aggression with lethal precision. Three poison-tipped arrows were locked onto your chest, the strings pulled taut. They were less than ten feet away. There was no way to dodge.

You didn't care. You stood your ground over Neteyam’s convulsing form, glaring at them with eyes that promised murder, daring them to loose.

"Hold!"

The command cracked through the air like a whip.

Varang raised a hand, palm open, signaling her men to stand down. The warriors hesitated, their fingers twitching on the strings, confused by the order to spare a prisoner who had just broken a guard's nose.

She stepped toward you, ignoring your bared teeth and the feral hiss rattling in your throat. You were crouched over Neteyam, your hands slick with the mud and his blood, ready to tear out the throat of anyone who came closer.

"You have spirit," Varang noted, her voice dangerously soft. "But spirit needs to be broken."

She moved faster than you could track. Before you could lunge, she sidestepped your clawing hands and slammed a knee into your ribs, knocking the wind out of you. She spun you around, not to bind your hands, but to grab the base of your scalp.

"No!" you gasped, thrashing, but she pinned you against her chest, her arm like a vice across your throat.

"Shh," she whispered against your ear, bringing her own braid forward. The tendrils at the end of her queue were writhing, pink and predatory. "I'm going to show you what dying feels like before I even cut you."

She forced the connection.

She jammed her neural tendrils against yours. Usually, Tsaheylu was a gentle and sacred act, a merging of souls. This was a violation. It was a psychic rape.

Snap.

The bond formed instantly.

Varang gasped, her eyes rolling back, ready to flood your mind with her darkness, her sadism, the accumulated pain of a thousand victims. She intended to crush your mind, to turn you into a vegetable while Neteyam watched.

But she made a fatal miscalculation.

She expected to find fear. She expected to find a terrified little girl crying for her mate.

Instead, she connected to a hurricane.

The moment the bond clicked, you didn't pull away. You pulled her in.

The rage that had snapped inside you wasn't just adrenaline. It was a black, bottomless ocean of pure violence. You didn't block her out. You opened the floodgates and drowned her in it.

You want inside? your mind screamed, the voice echoing like a thousand crashing waves. THEN LOOK.

"GAH!" Varang shrieked.

Her body went rigid against yours.

She tried to project pain, but your rage devoured it. You forced your emotions onto her. The blinding red need to kill, the agonizing grief of watching Neteyam bleed, the sheer, animalistic hatred you felt for her right now. It was too much. It was a sensory overload that no single mind could contain.

You weren't the victim in the bond. You were the predator.

Varang scrambled backward through the mud, her heels digging into the earth as she tried to put distance between herself and the monster she had just touched.

You rose to your feet, swaying slightly, your chest heaving. You felt huge. You felt like the forest itself.

You drew in a breath that seemed to pull all the air out of the clearing, your lungs burning with the force of it. You looked at her, then at the warriors standing frozen with their bows, and you let it out.

"DIE!"

Varang shrieked—a high, pathetic sound. Her nerve broke completely. The psychic crushing you had given her, combined with the primal terror of your voice, was too much.

"Retreat!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet and bolting into the darkness, abandoning her dignity, her weapons, and her pride. "Move! Move!"

The warriors didn't hesitate. Seeing their matriarch broken and fleeing, they panicked. They lowered their bows and ran, tripping over roots in their haste to get away from the demon girl who had turned the mind-bond into a weapon.

In seconds, the clearing was empty.

The heavy silence of the forest crashed back down, deafening after the chaos. The adrenaline that had turned you into a monster began to drain away, leaving you cold, shaking, and small again.

Then, a sound behind you shattered the moment.

A wet, gurgling cough.

The red haze vanished instantly. You spun around, dropping to your knees beside Neteyam.

You lunged for him, your hands shaking as you reached for the jagged hole in his chest. The smell of copper was overwhelming, mixing with the damp scent of the earth. You needed to apply pressure, you needed to stop the life from leaking out of him.

The moment your palms touched the wound, his body bucked.

With a sudden, violent burst of adrenaline, Neteyam’s hand shot up. He slapped your hands away with a wet smack, his strength surprising and desperate. It was a soldier’s reflex, just like a dying animal lashing out at anything that touched the source of its pain.

"Stupid!" you hissed, your voice a mix of terror and fury.

You didn't let him fight you. You grabbed his hand and pinned it firmly to the mossy ground. He was weak, despite that burst of adrenaline, and his fingers felt cold against yours.

"I want to go home," he rasped, the words sounding small and hollow, stripped of all his usual cockiness. It was the voice of a boy who was slipping away, his consciousness fraying at the edges.

"Yes," you snapped, your voice thick with a desperate, shaky authority. "You’ll go home. But only if you shut up and let me treat this properly."

But Neteyam, despite being inches from death’s door, was apparently not too far gone to be a complete nuisance.

"It... stings," he whined, his voice a wheezing, pathetic rasp. He tried to wiggle his shoulder away from your hands, his face scrunched up like a toddler. "You’re being... too rough. You’re doing it... wrong."

"I am saving your life!" you hissed, nearly sitting on his stomach to keep him pinned. You grabbed a handful of the medicinal paste you always carried in your pouch.

"That's cold," he complained, his eyes fluttering but his mouth still moving. "Ow... stop. Your hands are... shaky. Get a... real healer."

"Neteyam, I swear!" you snapped, but your voice broke. He was losing too much blood, and his frantic movements were only making it worse. He was spiraling into shock, his mind racing in a dozen directions, and his constant, delirious complaining was making it impossible to work.

You needed him still. You needed him quiet.

Without a second thought, you reached behind his head and grabbed his queue. He didn't even fully processed it before you brought your own queue forward and snapped the neural tendrils together.

Tsaheylu.

The connection hit like a physical wave. Usually, a bond was a shared experience, a mutual opening of souls, but right now, you were the anchor. You didn't let his pain or his frantic thoughts overwhelm the link.

You filled the bond with a heavy, golden sense of calmness.

You projected the feeling of sunlight hitting still water, the scent of the forest after rain, and the steady, rhythmic beat of a heart that wasn't ready to stop. You forced your own steady breathing into his mind, overriding his panicked gasps.

The tension drained out of his limbs instantly. His hands, which had been fighting yours, fell to the moss, palms up. His eyes, once wild and glazed with pain, softened and fixed on your face.

Quiet now, you projected through the link, a gentle command. Just let me work.

He didn't say a word. He just lay there, tethered to your spirit, his senses flooded with the peace you were providing as a shield against his own agony.

In that silence, you finally finished. You packed the wound and wrapped the bandages tightly, your movements smooth and efficient now that he wasn't fighting you. You could feel his heartbeat through the bond, still weak, but steadying.

"I've got you," you whispered, your voice the only tether left. "We're going home."

Home. The word echoed through the bond, a final, shimmering image of the Hometree and the scent of woodsmoke. It was the last thing he processed before the darkness finally pulled him unhim. It's not a cold, lonely darkness, but a deep, healing sleep fueled by the calm you had poured into him.

[jakeycore]

friendly fire / neteyam

aged up! neteyam x na'vi reader. MDNI 🔞

Summary: Neteyam Sully has spent his whole life being perfect. You’ve spent yours surviving. On the battlefield, you’re constantly at each other's throats. Behind closed tent flaps, you’re... well, still at each other's throats, just differently. Warnings: 3.8k words, aged up! neteyam, rival with benefits, explicit smut, p in v, hate sex, fingering, a lot of teasing, mdni

For his entire life, Neteyam was the standard. He was the firstborn son of Toruk Makto and the heir to the Omaticaya after all.

In the training ring, he was faster, stronger, and smarter than every other kid his age. He was used to looking back and seeing everyone else trying to catch up. He lived with the heavy weight of expectation, but he carried it easily because he knew, deep down, he was the best.

Then you limped into High Camp.

You weren't Omatikaya. You were a Windtrader, a nomad born to the open skies and shifting trade routes, not the dense and suffocating forest. But you didn't arrive at High Camp with rare beads or woven songs to trade. You arrived with nothing but the blood-stiffened clothes on your back and a survivor's hollow stare.

The Mangkwan or what they also called the Ash People had descended on your caravan like a pyroclastic flow, brutal and silent until the screaming started. You were the only thing that crawled out of that smoke.

When Jake Sully took you in, Neteyam looked at you with that unbearable softness. Pity. To him, you were just a merchant’s child whose wings had been clipped, a broken traveler terrified of the dark. He saw your silence as trauma that needed gentle handling, not the calculating quiet of a predator waiting for the right moment.

He expected to have to teach you how to hold a bow, to slow his pace for the poor wanderer who had lost their way. He thought he was your savior. He had no idea he was looking at a survivor who had learned to fight dirty long before he even learned to fly.

That illusion shattered the first time you stepped onto the sparring mat.

Neteyam had offered to go easy on you. He remembered the look on your face, it wasn't gratitude, but insult. When he lunged, expecting you to cower, you didn't just dodge, you moved with a feral, desperate speed that he had never seen in a structured lesson. You didn't fight with honor or technique, you fought like a survivor. Within ten seconds, the future Olo'eyktan was face-down in the dirt with your forearm crushing his windpipe.

The silence in the camp was deafening. You hadn't just beaten him, you had humiliated him.

From that day on, everything changed. You weren't the charity case anymore, you were the threat. Suddenly, Neteyam wasn't automatically the best archer, because you never missed a shot. He wasn't the best tracker, because you could smell an RDA patrol from a mile away. He stopped looking at you with pity and started looking at you with a burning and obsessive intensity. He trained harder, stayed up later, and pushed himself to the breaking point just to reclaim his spot at the top, but you were always right there, matching him step for step.

He hated it.

You were the only person who didn't treat him like royalty. You rolled your eyes at his orders, you corrected his stance, and you smirked when he missed. You became the grit in his eye, the one variable he couldn't control. The rivalry consumed both of you, bleeding into everything you did until that aggression and need for dominance found a different outlet in the back of a weapons tent.

Now, he doesn't just want to be the best for his father. Instead, he wants to be the best to prove it to you.

The mist clinging to the Hallelujah Mountains hadn't even burned off yet, but the thwack of arrows hitting woven targets echoed through the clearing.

Neteyam stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his posture text-book perfect. He drew the string back to his cheek, exhaled slowly, and released. The arrow flew straight, embedding itself directly in the center of the painted circle.

He lowered his bow, glancing sideways at you with that maddeningly arrogant tilt of his head. "Center mass. Clean kill. That is how you conserve energy."

You were leaning against a rock, chewing on a piece of dried fruit, looking unimpressed. You swallowed and picked up your own bow— a scavenged thing you’d re-strung yourself, rougher than his ceremonial weapon but just as deadly.

"That's how you kill a target that stands perfectly still and waits for you to shoot it," you drawled, stepping up to the line. "But out there? The Sky People don't wait."

"Form dictates accuracy," Neteyam lectured, watching you closely. "If your foundation is sloppy, your shot is lucky. We don't rely on luck."

"Watch and learn, Golden Boy."

Instead of planting your feet like the instructors taught, you broke into a run. You sprinted parallel to the targets, sliding on your knees through the mud. In mid-slide, you twisted your torso, drew, and fired.

The arrow hissed through the air and struck the target— not dead center, but an inch to the right, deep in the 'lung' area. A kill shot.

You stood up, wiping mud off your knees, and smirked at him. "Dead is dead. Doesn't matter if it's pretty."

Neteyam scoffed, walking over to inspect the target. He pulled your arrow out with a sharp yank. "You exposed your back during the slide. If there was a second shooter, you’d be down."

"If there was a second shooter, you’d still be standing in your perfect pose getting shot while I was already moving to cover," you shot back, snatching the arrow from his hand.

"You are undisciplined," he muttered, stepping closer, invading your space under the guise of instruction.

"Your elbow was too high on the draw. You’re going to tear a muscle."

"My elbow was fine," you argued, standing your ground. "It works for me."

"It’s wrong." Neteyam moved behind you, his chest brushing your back. To anyone watching, he was the dutiful squad leader correcting a subordinate. But you could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breath hitched slightly. "Raise your arm. Like this."

He gripped your forearm, his touch firm, sliding up to your bicep. His fingers dug in slightly, a silent reminder of who had pinned whom against the tent pole hours ago.

"You're hovering, Neteyam," you whispered, low enough that only he could hear. "Distracting."

"If you're distracted, you're dead," he murmured into your ear, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave. "Focus."

"Get off of me," you said, shoving him back with your elbow, though there was no real bite in it.

"Hey! Break it up!"

The voice made you both jump apart. Lo'ak came jogging into the clearing, looking between the two of you with a confused frown. He held a basket of fish, looking tired.

"By Eywa," Lo'ak groaned, rubbing his face. "Do you two ever stop? I could hear you arguing from the breakfast fire. 'Your form is bad,' 'You're too stiff.' It’s exhausting."

Neteyam immediately straightened up, the perfect soldier mask sliding back into place. "She refuses to listen to protocol, Lo'ak. Someone has to make sure she doesn't get herself killed."

You rolled your eyes, re-nocking an arrow. "And someone has to make sure your brother doesn't turn into a statue while the war happens around him."

Lo'ak laughed, shaking his head. "I swear, you two hate each other more than we hate the demons. One day you’re going to kill each other."

Neteyam glanced at you. A tiny, imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a secret just for you.

"Maybe," Neteyam said smoothly. "But until then, we train. Again."

He looked at you, his golden eyes challenging. "And this time, try to actually hit the center."

"Make me," you hissed at him, just before loosing another arrow.

The War Tent was stifling, smelling of damp earth and stale smoke. Jake Sully stood over the holomap, the blue light casting long, harsh shadows across his face. You stood in the back, arms crossed, while Neteyam stood right at his father’s elbow, mirroring his stance perfectly.

"We’ve got reports of a supply train moving through Sector 4," Jake said, pointing to a glowing red line on the map. "Neteyam, I want your squad to scout the perimeter. Do not engage. Just eyes on. If the RDA is moving heavy equipment, we need to know."

"Yes, sir," Neteyam nodded sharply. He leaned over the map, tracing a path with his finger. "We’ll take the southern ridge. It provides the best cover from the gunships. We can observe from the high ground and exfil before they scan the area."

It was a safe plan. A smart plan. A textbook plan.

You let out a short, sharp huff of breath. It wasn't quite a laugh, but in the quiet tent, it was loud enough.Neteyam froze. He didn't turn around, but you saw his ears twitch back. Jake looked up, his yellow eyes locking onto yours.

"You have something to say?" Jake asked, his voice neutral but commanding.

"The southern ridge is a wind tunnel this time of year, sir," you said, stepping forward. You ignored Neteyam’s glare burning into the side of your face. "If we take the Ikrans that way, the downdraft will make us fight for stability the whole time. We’ll be loud, and we’ll be slow. If a Sampson patrol catches us there, we’re sitting ducks."

Neteyam turned to you fully now, his jaw tight. "It’s the standard recon route. We’ve flown it a dozen times."

"And the Sky People know that," you countered, meeting his gaze evenly. "They aren't stupid, Neteyam. They predict the 'safe' moves. I say we cut through the Needle hills. It’s tight, it’s dangerous, but the magnetic interference there blinds their sensors. We can get right on top of them before they even know we’re there."

"The Needles?" Neteyam sounded incredulous. "You want to fly a squad through a rock field where one wrong turn means smashing into a cliff? That’s reckless."

"It’s unexpected," you corrected. "Survival isn't about being safe. It's about being invisible."

Silence stretched between you. Neteyam looked like he wanted to strangle you. You looked at Jake.

Jake looked between his son—the careful, burdened heir and you—the survivor who had crawled out of the ashes. He rubbed his chin.

"She's right about the sensors," Jake said finally. He looked at Neteyam. "Take the Needles. But Neteyam leads. You follow his pace. If he says pull back, you pull back. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," you said, a flicker of victory in your voice.

"Sir," Neteyam said stiffly, though he looked like he’d swallowed a rock.

Ten minutes later, outside the tent, the explosion happened.

Neteyam grabbed your arm before you could reach your Ikran, yanking you behind a stack of supply crates, out of sight of the others.

"What is your problem?" he hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You undermine me in front of the Olo'eyktan? In front of the squad?"

"I gave tactical advice," you shot back, wrenching your arm free. "You were walking us into a trap because you’re too afraid to take a risk!"

"I am responsible for their lives!" Neteyam stepped into you, forcing you back against the crates. The gap between you vanished. "I don't have the luxury of playing hero like you do. If I make a mistake, people die. If you make a mistake, it’s just you."

That stung. You barred your teeth, grabbing the front of his vest and jerking him down to your level. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know I’m expendable compared to the Great Toruk Makto’s son?"

"Stop saying that," he growled.

"Then stop acting like your way is the only way just because you read the manual!" you shouted, then lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. "I’m trying to keep you alive, you idiot. The southern ridge is a kill box today. I felt the wind."

Neteyam stared at you, his chest heaving against yours. The anger in his eyes warred with something else, the realization that you weren't trying to outshine him, you were trying to protect him. It confused him. It made him furious and desperate all at once.

"You are impossible," he breathed.

"And you're welcome," you snapped.

The tension snapped. He grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling violently in your hair, and crushed his mouth to yours. It was an angry, biting kiss, fueled by the adrenaline of the argument and the fear of the mission ahead.

It was a battle for dominance, a way to scream at each other without words. He broke away, gasping, his forehead resting heavily against yours. His eyes were dark, blown wide.

"We take the Needles," he whispered roughly, his voice scraping against the air. "But if you crash, I’m leaving you there."

You smirked, though your heart was racing like a drum. You ran a thumb over his bottom lip, which was swollen from the force of the kiss.

"Deal. Try to keep up, flyboy."

You shoved him back and turned toward your Ikran, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the reins. Behind you, you heard Neteyam take a deep, stabilizing breath before shouting orders to the squad, his voice once again steady, commanding, and perfect.

The mission through the Needle rocks had been a success, but it had been a nightmare. The wind shears were worse than you predicted, and at one point, you had to dive your Ikran vertically between two colliding floating mountains to avoid a gunship scan. It was insane. It was brilliant.

And Neteyam looked like he wanted to kill you.

The moment the squad landed back at the High Camp, amidst the pouring rain of a sudden storm, Neteyam didn't even dismiss the others properly. He barked a generic "Equipment check, then rest!" to the group before grabbing the harness of your vest and practically dragging you toward the secluded overhang where the extra saddles were stored.

He shoved you into the dry space, the sound of the rain roaring outside like a waterfall. It was dark, cramped, and smelled of wet leather and ozone.

"You dove," Neteyam seethed, shaking the water from his hair, his chest heaving. "We said stay in formation. You dove into a blind gap!"

"I saw the scanner!" you yelled back, shoving his hands off your vest. "If I hadn't dove, they would have pinged the whole squad! I saved your ass, Neteyam!"

"You risked the mission on a hunch!"

"I was right!"

"You're a maniac!"

The shouting stopped abruptly as he slammed you back against the rock walls. The anger was still there, blazing in his eyes, but it had mutated. The adrenaline from the near-death flight was vibrating under his skin, seeking an outlet.

He looked at you—wet, defiant, chest rising and falling rapidly—and the restraint snapped.

"I hate you," he growled, his voice dropping into that rough, unrecognizable register.

"Feeling is mutual, skxawng," you hissed.

He didn't need to be told twice. He crashed against you, his mouth capturing yours with bruising force. There was no tenderness, no romance. It was a collision of teeth and tongues, a continuation of the argument by other means. You bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper, and he groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated against your chest.

His hands were frantic, fumbling with the buckles of your heavy vest. He tore the leather straps loose, not caring if they broke, desperate to get the armor off. As soon as the vest hit the dirt, his hands were on your skin, hot and rough, gripping your waist with enough force to leave marks.

"You think you're so smart," he muttered against your neck, hiking your leg up around his waist. He pressed you hard against the rock wall, the friction of his body against yours sending electricity shooting through your veins. "Always have to be the hero."

"Someone has to be," you gasped, throwing your head back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. You dug your nails into his back, scraping down the spine. "Since you're too busy following rules."

"Shut up," he breathed, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your loincloth. "I'm going to make you shut up."

"Try it."

He lifted you effortlessly, and you wrapped your legs tight around him, anchoring yourself.

Then you hissed at him.

He laughed, the sound like honey and venom in your ears, his breath fanning your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "Someone is eager," he purred, lips brushing your skin. His arms tighten like a vice around you, holding you tight. "Already getting the shivers and I've barely touched you."

"Shut up," you snapped, struggling to sound confident and not at all affected by his proximity.

Neteyam kissed you again. His kiss was demanding, hot, and possessive, swallowing your gasp before you can even think of protesting. He pressed you harder against the rock, the rough texture biting into your back, but all you can focus on is the way his tongue teases yours, the way his body pins you in place.

He started to undo your loincloth. His fingers are rough but quick, the knot of your loincloth unraveling easily under his touch. The fabric slips away, leaving you bare against him. His heated skin pressed flush against yours, the teasing friction making your breath hitch.

"Finally," he growled, nipping at your jaw before dragging his lips down your throat.

His touch is both light and maddening, his fingers teasing at your entrance in slow, torturous circles, only to pull away just as you're about to grind into it.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. His fingers trace teasingly, just enough pressure to make you shudder but not enough to give you what you truly crave. "So desperate already."

"Fuck you," you spat.

A sharp grin cuts across his face at your defiance like he was waiting for it.

"Oh?" His voice is pure sin, low and rough as his fingers finally press in, just enough to steal your breath. "That what you want?"

He worked you open slow, deliberate, twisting just there until your hips jerk against him helplessly.

His smirk widens as he feels your body respond, betraying you far more than your words ever could. "Thought so," he murmured, lips grazing your jawline before catching your earlobe between his teeth.

His fingers sink deeper, slow and purposeful, each movement calculated to wring every reaction from you. "You're so fucking tight," he grits out, his own breathing uneven now. His thumb circles your clit, the pressure just shy of cruel, and he watches your face as he does it.

He can read your body like a damn book, every shiver and squirm giving him exactly what he needs to drive you closer to the edge and then pull back just in time.

You let out a whine, hips jerking forward, but before you can even protest, he moved with practiced ease, shifting his own loincloth aside in one smooth motion.

The thick length of him pressed against you, hot and insistent, teasing at your entrance but not giving you what you desperately want.

You hissed again at him. "Stop playing."

"But you look so damn pretty all desperate," he murmured, the words more breath than sound. He rolled his hips again, just enough to make you squirm, his fingers tracing over your waist, your stomach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Like you'd do anything I asked, right now," he added.

"Fuck," you cussed but finally give in. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he said, the words rumbling through his chest, thick and full of promise, and then he's sliding into you with a harsh breath.

You arched and cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of his back, hips jerking to take him as deep as possible.

You gasped when he moved. The slide of him inside you gave a slow, torturous burn that goes straight to your head. It feels like fire and lightning all at once, sending sparks through your veins, setting you alight from the inside out.

He's everywhere. His hands on your hips, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear. You can feel him everywhere, overwhelming all your senses.

But of course, you won't admit it.

"You're terrible," you panted against his skin, moving with him, matching his rhythm instantly. It was a competition, just like the sparring, just like the flying. Who could push harder? Who could last longer? Who would break first?

"And you're loud," he gritted out, his hands tightening on your hips, driving into you with a punishing pace that made your head spin. "Focus."

"I am... focused," you managed to say, though your voice wrecked as he hit a spot that made your vision blur. You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming his name because you refused to give him that satisfaction.

The sound of the rain outside was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin and harsh, ragged breathing.

He wanted to see you come undone. He wanted to prove that he could control you, even if he couldn't control you on the battlefield.

"Say I was right," he gasped, his rhythm faltering as the edge approached. "Say... the southern ridge... was safer."

You laughed, a breathless, broken sound, tightening your grip on him. "Never."

"Stubborn little slut."

When he finished the insult, he felt your orgasm hit, the pleasure spiking so hard it felt like pain, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode out the waves.

Then he pulled out, stroking his cock few times before releasing his cum on your stomach.

For a long time, there was only the sound of heavy panting and the rain.

He pulled back, his chest slick with sweat, and looked at you. His hair was a mess, his pupils blown wide. Then, he cleared his throat and stepped back, letting your legs drop. He reached down and picked up his dropped gear, turning his back to you to fix his loincloth.

"Your landing was sloppy, by the way," he said, his voice raspy but returning to that cool, detached tone.

You slumped against the wall, legs shaking, pulling your vest back over your chest.

"And you finish too fast, Sully."

Neteyam whipped around, eyes narrowing, though his ears burned a dark purple. "Watch it."

"Or what?" you challenged, standing up on wobbling legs. "You'll punish me again?"

He stared at you for a long beat, the heat flaring up in his eyes again, before he shook his head and shoved past you toward the cave entrance.

"Get back to the barracks," he ordered over his shoulder, stepping out into the rain. "And don't be late for dawn patrol."

"Yes, sir," you called after him, wiping a smear of his war paint off your cheek.

[avty]

begging people to not stop writing for neteyam even if he's dead🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 I need this men RELIGIOUSLY omfg

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Here‘s the one thing I absolutely hated about Fire and Ash:

Afaa spoiler below!!

It‘s Lo‘ak being the narrator and we barely hear anything from him.

I‘m so incredibly disappointed, because there were so many moments where he was silent and I just wished he would’ve explained things more and share his thoughts with the audience, just like Jake did before him.

We never hear him explain anything about the Mangkwan, even though it seems all the na‘vi know of them. He never tells us anything about Peylak or the Tlalim clan either. Or his relationship with Tsireya, how he feels about her or maybe even how grateful he is to have her, Rotxo and Ao‘nung by his side.

Then there was the scene of his attempted suicide, which is such a heavy topic for a movie. Especially because he’s so young. And again, we don’t hear his thought process afterwards.

Lo‘ak was the narrator of Fire and Ash and we barely got to see him during the whole movie. He straight up disappeared for the most important scenes and we hear nothing from him the whole time. He’s not there when Kiri finds out about being eywas child and he’s not there when Jake becomes Toruk Makto and calls for all the other clans. Why make him the narrator then?

To be completely honest, it would’ve made more sense if Spider or Kiri would’ve been the narrator of this part, since we’re seeing soo much of them. Both of them are basically part of every scene and then it’s Kiri who does the final blow to scare Varang away.

In my opinion (and not considering what Cameron has planned for Varang in the upcoming movies), it should’ve been Lo‘ak.

Lo‘ak should have had his moment where he shot Varang or scares her away or whatever, because he needs this hero moment so bad. All we see is him failing, making mistakes and everyone, especially Jake, being disappointed in him. There’s this moment in afaa where he goes on his journey to find Payakan and perhaps even himself (which we also see or hear barely anything about), so at least let him come back as a man and fight along Jake and let him have this moment of saving his family. There are so many attempts of giving Lo‘ak character development during atwow and afaa, but it takes him nowhere. He’s always back at being the black sheep of the family.

If you make him the narrator of the movie, at least let him be the hero for once. Let him part of every scene because he’s supposed to tell us about it.

This is the only thing I absolutely hate about this otherwise great movie. Lo‘ak as a character deserves so much better.

[avty]

watching avatar fire and ash on Sunday and while I don't mind spoilers - it never really ruins the scenes for me - EVERYWHERE I LOOK...THERE IS A NEW SCENE COMMENTED. AND I CANT HELP BUT READ IT CAUSE OF FOMO....PLEASE PEOPLE WAIT UNTIL THIS WEEK PASSES ATLEAST OMG

like it's my fault but also...atleast censor it properly...

[avty]

JAMES CAMERON ANOTHER TRILLION TO U GET TO WORK U HAVE ANOTHER 5 AVATAR MOVIES TO MAKE

[avty]

watching avatar fire and ash on Sunday and while I don't mind spoilers - it never really ruins the scenes for me - EVERYWHERE I LOOK...THERE IS A NEW SCENE COMMENTED. AND I CANT HELP BUT READ IT CAUSE OF FOMO....PLEASE PEOPLE WAIT UNTIL THIS WEEK PASSES ATLEAST OMG

like it's my fault but also...atleast censor it properly...