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Content warning: mdni!, suggestive themes, full term pregnancy, back labor, amniotic fluid, contractions, childbirth (explicitly described-waterbirth), precipitous birth, zuko catches the baby
a.n: A Mother’s Day special. Hi guys Atla has temporarily revived me, how have you guys been? Lol, I’ve been working on this for a while and I was nervous to post it honestly. The ending is a tad rushed I was legit fatigued at that point. Anywho…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there 💖
w.c: 5k
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He’s been more clingy now that you could have the baby any day now. He doesn’t want to leave your side, and that means if he has to go somewhere, you have to go too.
You stir in your seat for the fourth time, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Your belly is heavy and low since the baby dropped. So now your positions are limited—it’s either the left side, or the right side.
Zuko glances over his shoulder at you, for the tenth time, physically bothered and uptight by the fact that you’re not comfortable. He wants nothing to do with the throne he currently sits on. You give him a tired, reassuring smile and shift your hips a little. Zuko sighs quietly, nostrils flaring as he looks directly into the Chamberlain's eyes.
“Chamberlain.” Zuko interrupts the older man, a displeased look on his face. “Do you have anything urgent to address?”
“Oh—well, no, Fire Lord Zuko.” He bows quickly.
“Dismissed.” Zuko affirms, being the first to stand and leave.
He comes straight to you, helping you up out of your own overly padded ‘throne’, one hand under your elbow and the other on your hip.
“Up we go.” Zuko waits for you to find your balance, supporting you, his hand shifting from your hip to your belly. “He’s low.”
“How do you know he’s low? What if she’s low?” You reply, out of breath, feeling the pressure bud between your legs the longer you stand. You were hoping you wouldn’t have to waddle out of here in front of so many people. Zuko smiles, but it fades when he sees your face sour with discomfort.
“Where does it hurt?” He asks, guiding you out of the throne room. “Take your time.”
“My back.” You wince. Actually, your entire body aches. But you do your best not to show it.
“A warm bath, shall we?” Zuko suggests and you nod.
He mutters something like, ‘careful’, as he shifts and supports you down the stairs and into your living quarters.
“The avatar arrives in less than an hour.” Zuko regretfully informs you as he draws you a full bath. “We have a meeting.”
“Zuko…” You moan and lower yourself at a painfully slow rate onto the wooden chair in the bath room. You exhale slowly through pursed lips, a hand cradling underneath your bump. “I…I don’t think—I’m sorry, I can’t.”
Zuko abandons the filling tub and comes over to help slip your robe off you, a remorseful expression tightening his face. The moment your belly is exposed, his hands find it, caressing and feeling, his lips pressing into the crown of your head. He pulls back and lowers himself level to you, gently hooking his arms under yours.
“I know.” He mutters in a defeated way. He’s painfully aware that it’s unreasonable to expect you to accompany him everywhere he goes. Not when you’re so close to having the baby. “Come. It’s ready, darling.”
Zuko carefully tugs you up and you allow his strength to do all the work. You follow his movement, throwing your leg over the tub to get inside. He quickly turns off the pipe. The water is so warm and you can’t help the noise that bubbles up your throat when he lowers the rest of your body in. Immediately all that weight, the pressure, the aches, they’re all relieved from the water.
“Yeah? It’s that good?” Zuko chuckles softly, his eyes flicking down to your swollen breasts floating at the water's surface.
His jaw clenches and his eyes trail further down. Just underneath them lays your belly, as big and as round as ever. He's done this to you. Zuko feels pride bloom in his chest. If you’d allow it, he’d keep you pregnant and full with his heir each year that passes.
Perhaps he will.
“A little hotter, please.” You growl the last word, spreading your legs wide enough for the pressure to release from your pelvis. Oh, that position does something to Zuko. His cheeks tinge pink and he has a hard time looking away as you spread.
“Mhh—” He clears his throat and sits up straight, tugging his sleeves up his forearms. His hands dip into the bath, swirling in circular motions as the water heats up around you. You moan a sigh of relief. “It’s not good for you to have it any hotter than this, love.”
“It’s good. This is good.” You whisper as you lean back, resting your head against the pillow on the side of the basin. Your protruding belly button breaks the water's surface, along with your dark, puckered nipples.
Baths are becoming more frequent. They’re the only thing, aside from Zuko’s hands themselves, that are able to relieve some of these aches and pains.
Zuko reaches for the cloth and begins at your shoulders, wiping you down with the warm water. He wipes the back of your neck, dipping the cloth back into the water when it’s gotten too cold.
“Think he’s coming soon, Zuko.” You mumble mindlessly, focus on that little bit of pressure that never fades. The kind that makes you want to settle into a squat and stay there.
“Yeah? He is?” Zuko responds with a similar tone, but then his expression shifts to something less calm. His eyes check you over, narrowing as they graze over your belly that hangs heavily between your legs. “Darling,” His tone hardens, “…how soon?”
“Don’t know.” You mutter, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of him dragging the cloth across your chest. “Feels like—her—head is right there.”
Zuko’s jaw tightens. How can he leave you now that you’ve said that?
“I’ll reschedule the meeting.”
“No, no.” It takes too much energy to say that, but you think he’s just being silly at this point. “It’s the avatar, Zuko.”
Zuko only laughs. The times that Aang has requested his presence or ‘help’ just for it to be a side quest or some air temple adventure—this is likely no different.
“He’ll survive without me.” Zuko says, shifting behind you now, dragging the cloth down your arms. He feels the water, and reheats it slightly, keeping it at the temperature you like best.
“Go, Zu. I’m going to be fine. I’ll probably be back in here when you’re finished.”
“And who will help you with that?” Zuko asks in all seriousness, as if attendees didn’t garnish this palace like jewels on a crown.
“Anyone.” You mumble, getting comfortable enough to doze off now.
“I don’t want just ‘anyone’ to undress you and put you in this bath, darling.” Zuko speaks under his breath, his tone sharp and controlled. His voice lowers to a hushed whisper, and his soft lips press into the shell of your ear. “That sight…is only for me to see.”
Your body breaks out into a shiver. You didn’t consider it like that.
“Yes, Fire Lord Zuko.” You smile dopily, letting your eyes close all the way. “I expect you will be delivering the baby then.”
There’s a pause, and silence. Zuko tenses behind you, the cloth stopping just on the back of your elbow. Then he answers sternly. “If I must, yes.”
You keep your eyes closed, but give him a smile anyways. “Understood, Fire Lord.”
“You make it sound like a joke.” He exhales harshly, dipping the cloth underwater now, wiping it gently between your breasts. “It isn’t.”
“Mm—I know, but you act as if I’ll vanish if you leave me for an hour.” You say with as little effort you can, you’re tired.
You feel his warm hands make their way over your tight nipples, and you moan softly.
“And if you do?” Zuko asks through a clenched jaw.
“You won’t lose me in an hour, Zuko.” You try to force as much finality into your voice, but your exhaustion settles deep in your bones. If you have to come out of this bath now, you’ll surely burst into tears.
“Logically…but—” Zuko doesn’t finish his sentence. His hand drags further down, and your belly hardens against the cloth. He looks up at you expectantly, just to witness your face tighten with discomfort. “You’re in pain all the time now.”
“It comes,” Your voice strains, and you breathe slowly through your mouth, feeling your body finally relax. “And goes.”
“That doesn’t make me any less…any less—”
“Any less, what?” You peek at him, and see his expression bounce between restraint and panic.
“Any less worried.” Zuko says, irritated with his own inability to find the words to explain his feelings. “It kills me…that I cannot make this better.”
“My Zuko…” You begin, turning your head to look at him properly. He looks tense. Like he has the world and more resting on top of him. “I don’t need you to make it better, I just need you here.”
“I am here.” He says. But being here didn’t feel like enough.
“Exactly.” You let your eyes slip shut, and as the word hangs in the air, he moves down to your thighs with the cloth. “Go meet with the avatar, Zuko.”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“And I don’t want to leave this bath.”
Zuko almost chuckles, though it sounds more like a scoff. He wrings out the cloth and hangs it on the edge of the basin. “I will go to the meeting.”
“Mm.” You hum lightly, already half drifting off somewhere else.
“But I’ll be back immediately after.” He states earnestly, his mouth partially open like he’s not quite finished talking. “And if anything changes…anything, y/n. Send for me.”
“I’m in a bath, Zuko.” Your lips curl in your last attempt to reassure him.
“I don’t care.” He insists, showing you exactly how serious he is.
“Right. I will summon the Fire Lord from his meeting with the Avatar if my water gets too cold.” Now your smile is beaming, and you peek up at him again.
He is, too, smiling softly, that sweet smile. “Good. And don’t stay here too long. Actually, it’s better if I stay until you're ready—”
“No, go. I can get out of the bath on my own, Zu. Okay?”
Zuko leans in and presses his forehead against your temple. After a few long moments, he reluctantly pulls away. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Eventually, Zuko leaves after returning many times. Each time he’d get a little farther, he’d turn back. Say his goodbyes again, give you another kiss on the head. Rub your belly and tell his unborn wa that he’ll be back soon.
By the time he walked through the doors of the throne room, Aang and Katara were already seated and waiting for his arrival. As Zuko walks in, all of the attendees and servants stand and bow. He walks past them, shoulders square and head straight, ready to end the meeting before it even starts. As Zuko approaches the long, narrow table, Aang rises to his feet and turns to Katara. Zuko immediately recognizes the movement, the way he hunches forward to provide his body as leverage, the positioning of his arms—the patience.
So when he sees Katara clutching onto Aang for support with one hand, and the other under the swell of her stomach, Zuko intervenes.
“Avatar Aang.” Zuko greets his long-time friend with a firm squeeze of his shoulder.
“Fire Lord Zuko.” Aang addresses him properly as he helps Katara out of her seat. “Please, sit.” Zuko insists, resting his hand on Aang’s wrist to stop him. Katara sits back down with a warm smile, her small bump nestled high under her ribcage. Zuko notes that she doesn’t seem any further than six months.
“Katara. You look well.” Zuko says respectfully. Has that much time really passed since he last saw them?
Katara smiles, but the exhaustion is evident in the slight discoloration under her eyes. “Thank you, Zuko.”
“Zuko.” Aang’s tone turns grave, and Zuko picks up on it right away. This isn’t going to be one of his fun adventures or side quests, he can sense that much in the pit of his already uneasy stomach.
Zuko finally takes his seat, his eyes glancing over Katara’s bump, and then to the doors before landing back on Aang. He’s distracted. And it’s clear as day.
“This must be very important for the both of you to make the journey here. Please, let’s begin.”
But before the first document is presented, Zuko is already elsewhere mentally. His mind runs on you, how you’re probably—finally—struggling to step out of that bath on your own.
What if you slip?
Or how you’re probably clutching your back as you shuffle into bed with your hair wet.
What if you get sick?
All of his intrusive thoughts drive him further away from where he is. It’s Aang’s voice, which seems to fade in and out as he outlines each concern, that forces Zuko out of his thoughts.
Hours pass like days, and Zuko is more tormented than ever. Every point piles on top of him, like one boulder after the next—the weight of the world weighing heavier on his shoulders.
And the cherry on top is you.
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You’re still in the bath, but the water's gone cold. And despite your promise, you refuse to call the Fire Lord to come reheat it. You know this meeting is of great importance, and your duty as Fire Lady in this moment is to ensure it goes uninterrupted.
But you didn’t expect it to last for hours.
Another wave of fire floods your lower back and you grit your teeth and breathe through it. Your fingers clutch onto the edge of the tub as your knees settle into the floor of the basin. The pressure worsens each time your back flares up.
The pains huddle closer together, less space and breaks between them. You get to the point where you start rocking side to side, contorting your body as best you can into whatever position that provides a bit of relief.
But relief never comes.
You glance over at the window—the sun is setting and the sky is a beautiful blood orange. Interrupting a diplomatic meeting to complain about back pain won’t be your proudest moment. But now that you’re trying to get out of the tub and can’t, it’s something you’re going to have to do.
Because this might not be just back pain.
“Guard!” You whimper out, voice shaky but strong. Metal footsteps hastily clink towards you and stop just outside of the door.
“Fire Lady—”
“Get my husband! Oh—get Zuko, now!”
“Yes, Fire Lady.”
—
Aang finally introduces the final point—the resistance of some of the fire nation colonies, and how that’s been a significant threat lately to the balance of things. Zuko just nods and glances over at the door once again.
“…if we don’t approach this correctly, it could turn into a war that neither of us want…you do understand that?” Aang follows Zuko’s gaze to the door, “Zuko?”
“Yes. I understand and I agree. We will need to approach it strategically.” Zuko begins, growing more tense as that feeling inside him starts ringing like a siren. “I apologize. My mind is in two places at once, today.”
“If I have to be honest, Zuko. You look like you want to bolt out of your chair.” Katara jests carefully.
Zuko looks away from the door, right at Aang and Katara. He didn’t think it was that obvious. He never wanted to come off as uninterested. He swallows quickly, huffing a sigh.
“My wife is due any day.” Zuko admits, fixing his slightly curved posture. “She was very…uncomfortable when I left her.”
Katara’s expression softens, and Aang goes rigid.
“We understand.” Katara says as she looks over at Aang.
Suddenly, the doors burst open, and a young, breathless attendee stumbles in and onto the carpeted floor. He scrambles to his feet and bows as low as he can.
“Fire Lord Zuko, I—I apologize.” The attendee heaves in a grating breath, and Zuko’s body primes to act, to do, to run. “Th-the Fire Lady—,” He gasps loudly and Zuko immediately stands, his chair screeching behind him, his hands gripping the corners of the table.
“Speak!” Zuko commands.
“The Fire Lady requests your presence at once!”
Zuko is already moving around the table, his voice thick with worry, “What happened?”
“The Fire Lady said only to fetch you, Lord Zuko.”
“My apologies.” Zuko huffs as he hastily passes Aang and Katara.
“Go. We’ll stay here.” Aang projects his voice. Katara’s hand instinctively hovers over her spirit water pouch, like she wants to follow and help.
— —
When Zuko bursts through the door to your living quarters he doesn’t see you in the bed with damp hair like he imagined. His heart slams into his ribcage, and he immediately rushes into the bath room.
There he finds you perched on the edge of the tub, curved back heaving from heavy, uneven breaths, belly hanging tight underneath. It looks bad, worse than usual, actually. Your face is hidden in your crossed arms, and your hips wade side to side half submerged in the water.
Zuko shouts your name, closing the distance between you in a few strides, adrenaline high. You raise your head from your arms, revealing a face screwed with pain, and Zuko sinks to a crouch in front of you. His fingers comb away your sweaty hair from your face.
“You’re back in the bath, my love.” Zuko says it like a question as his eyes search yours, slightly confused and mostly concerned. His hand leaves your face, shaking slightly as it dips into the water. His pupils blow when the horrifying realization hits him the second the water registers as cold—
“This is the same bath I left you in.” Zuko’s voice shakes with restraint.
He quickly strips himself of his robes and enters the tub behind you, water sloshing out the sides and onto the floor. Anger bubbles inside him, anger directed towards himself.
“You’ve been in here for hours.” He growls.
“Zuko…” You sob weakly as heat floods your pelvis in the most excruciating way, and the pressure makes your legs spread further.
“Okay, breathe. Breathe.” Zuko coos as he heats the water with his body as fast as he can without hurting you. “Talk to me darling, is it your back?”
You nod your head desperately, and a deep, lengthy groan erupts from your throat. The sound of it makes Zuko grit his teeth. His hands move quickly to your back, pressing firmly against it, his thumbs massaging deep into the tissue.
“You should have sent for me sooner.” He grinds out a tight jaw, careful and deliberate with his every movement. “How long has it been like this?”
You shake your head, unable to speak during. Zuko waits patiently, massaging your back as he continues to heat the water. His eyes scan you like he’s trying to figure out what is about to happen next. These didn’t seem like the usual back pains you’ve been getting lately.
“F-Few hours…haah, my back—oh, there’s pressure,” you cry softly the second it’s over, and Zuko embraces you from behind, pulling you gently into his chest. You allow your head to fall back onto his shoulder as you reestablish your breath. “I—I can’t get out…”
The thought of you here, trapped and cold, makes his stomach twist. His hands instinctively slide over your belly, yearning to connect, fingers pressing softly as he checks the position of the baby. Much lower.
“I’m here. Does the pain come and go?”
Your eyes slam shut, and your breath catches in your throat. The pain is back, and the pressure is at an all time high. You begin groaning again, even louder this time. Zuko supports you in the water, his body hot against your back. But not even that helps you. Zuko’s fingers splay across your stomach as it pulls closer to you—tightening up.
“Oh.” Zuko breathes, looking down into the warped water to see your stomach seized in a way he’s never seen before. “These are contractions.”
And it hasn’t been long between this one and the last one.
How close are you exactly?
“Wha—aah!” You’re cut off by the pressure morphing into something else entirely. You grab his forearm, using everything in you to hoist yourself up. “Zuko…I need the toilet!”
Zuko’s heart leaps into his throat and he tries to swallow it down. He’s only able to say your name before he finds himself holding you up, bringing you both to a standing position.
Once the cold air hits your thighs, gravity comes into play and the pain concentrates in your pelvis now. The tightening crests, leaving you shaking as you slump back into Zuko entirely.
“I’ve got you.” He says through a ragged breath, securing you properly in his hold. “Breathe darling, I have you.”
Your body jolts against him and there’s a popping sensation inside your pelvis. Once cold thighs flood with warmth, and then there’s the distinct sound of water hitting water. Zuko looks down in awe, and so do you.
“My water…My water broke.” You whisper shakily, that feeling intensifying by the second.
“Yes.” Zuko breathes hard, his hand quickly slipping between your thighs. The world stops spinning when his fingertips catch something soft, yet firm. Instinct drives his hand, tugging your leg to the side as he maneuvers and looks, really looks. And what he sees makes his eyes bulge, confirming what he thought he felt.
“Ohh—Zuko! Zuko! It hurts!” A scream erupts from you, and you give in to this feeling of push.
Zuko acts quickly, lowering you back into the bath. You find yourself settling into a deep squat. Meanwhile, Zuko doesn’t have time to think, to call for the palace physician or even Katara—he only has time to act. He kneels behind you, hands instinctively moving into position between your legs.
With a growl, your body bears down and you topple forward, gripping on to the edge of the basin. Zuko steadies you with one hand, keeping the other ready under the water. He watches as your body shakes and strains with effort, your finger tips white around the basin.
“That’s it.” His voice is rough but raw with emotion, his baby’s head emerging a little further. Zuko feels as you stretch, his mouth agape at the sheer power you’re exhibiting. “Our baby’s coming, y/n. You’re so strong.”
The contraction fades, leaving you utterly wrecked and your breath hitching repeatedly. Mere seconds pass before the next wave crashes over you, sucking you back into the blinding pain.
“I can’t do this.” You barely whimper before your body pushes again. You make a noise you didn’t know you were capable of making, something primal and sacred.
“But you are.” Zuko murmurs, overcome with emotion. He feels the baby’s head transcend further, and your thighs begin to shake tremendously. “Darling, you’re doing it.”
“It burns!” You yelp, trying to shift away from the blossoming fire.
“I…I know.” Zuko grimaces, his instinct screaming protect. But this isn’t something he can protect you from. “Pant for me, baby. Small pushes.”
You shake your head as you pant loudly and quickly, tears streaming down your red cheeks.
With a guttural grunt you feel a sudden release, and Zuko gasps loudly behind you. “The head…the head is out, y/n.”
Shock sputters from you in short gasps, and you reach into the water to feel the baby’s head. It’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life— soft fuzzy hair, stuck to their skull. You burst into tears, snotty, sobbing sounds ripping from your chest.
Zuko leans in to sprinkle haphazard kisses on your temple and cheek, and then he quickly settles back and readjusts how he supports the baby’s head.
“One more push, darling. Please.” Zuko pants, and immediately you’re shaking your head. You want this baby out more than anything, but the thought of continuing is absolutely terrifying.
It’s too much.
“It’s almost over. And then we’ll have our baby, okay? Breathe.” Zuko quickly and carefully slides his finger around the baby’s neck, automatically checking for the cord. Relief flashes across his face when he finds nothing there—everything is going the way it should.
A low groan rumbles from you, and Zuko is already bracing himself, readying himself to catch. His stomach lurches when your groan ramps up to a bloodcurdling scream, and your body curves from strain.
“That’s…that’s perfect…” Zuko mutters when he feels the head turn and drop further into his hands, and he begins guiding the shoulders free. “Push, push.” Zuko encourages you, and you do, helpless against the force of it.
You push with everything you have left.
In the next second, you feel a rush that's impossible to comprehend and the baby slips right into Zuko’s hands. You gasp hard for air and your body trembles violently from depletion.
“Oh.” Zuko sucks in a broken, sharp breath, mesmerized by how tiny and delicate they feel in his hands.
Zuko moves fast, purely off instinct, one hand firmly supporting and guiding the baby forward, through your shaking thighs, bringing them up against your chest. His other arm curls tightly around your middle, carefully pulling your exhausted body back against him before you can slump too far forward.
“Oh, Zuko.” The words break apart when you look down to see your baby’s scrunched, slightly blue face. Still. Not breathing. Horror blooms inside you and you panic. “Zuko?…Zuko!”
“I know, come on.” Zuko whispers roughly, his hand rubbing the baby’s back vigorously. “Let us hear you, come on.”
After a second that feels like an eternity, a wail pierces the air. Tiny, but strong. So strong. And loud.
You sob as your body sags in relief and exhaustion, and Zuko lets out a breathy laugh before his own tears burst free like a dam.
The baby slowly flushes to a healthy pink, and their bottom lip trembles. Zuko continues to rub her back, soaking in each moment like a sponge. And that’s when he notices.
“There it is. She’s okay. She’s perfect. Strong like her mother.” Zuko huffs, turning his attention down at you against his chest.
“She?” You barely whisper, smiling weakly. “She’s okay. She’s okay.” Each word comes out a little softer, a little more slurred.
He analyzes every line in your expression, every bead of sweat budding from your forehead. You look exhausted. You had just given everything to bring his child into the world, and it was his honor to witness it.
“You just…you did it, y/n.” Zuko watches as your eyes unfocus, and his chest tightens. “Hey. Stay with me.”
Zuko’s distant voice echoes in your head, and you concentrate to look at him. The pain is constant, an aching throb that stings hotter than venom.
“Tired…hurts.” You manage to mutter, glancing down at your baby squirming on your chest.
“I know, baby.” Zuko whispers, desperately comforting himself with the reminder that the best healer in the water tribe is sitting in his palace now. “You’re okay—Guard!” Zuko shouts the last word, looking over at the door of the bath room.
Hurried footsteps approach and stop just outside of the door. “Fire lord Zuko.”
“Get the physician! Bring Katara!” Zuko gives the order and returns his attention to you.
“At once, Fire Lord.”
Zuko sees your eyes flutter, and jostles you to keep you awake. “Stay awake, darling.”
You move against his chest, heavy eyes flicking down at the baby cooing against your chest. “Zuko. You…did it. Like you said.”
Relief pulses through Zuko when it registers, you’re speaking of what he said earlier. That he’d deliver the baby if he needed to. He smiles down at you, adjusting the hold he has around his entire world. “Yes, my Fire Lady. As promised.”
A slow tightening breaks your concentration, and you find yourself seizing up against him. A soft groan rumbles from you, and your eyes squeeze shut.
A contraction?
“What is it?” Zuko asks, panicked.
“The afterbirth.”
Katara appears breathless in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame and the other resting beneath the swell of her stomach. Aang lingers quietly behind her, relief relaxing his face.
“You’re okay, you did so well,” Katara reassures gently, already moving closer. Her eyes flick briefly to the baby and soften. “She’s beautiful. Just a little more, okay? Then you’re all done.”
The physician follows quickly behind, bowing once before moving to assist. Everything overlaps into one big blur around you.
Katara’s calm voice. Zuko’s hand never leaving you. The tiny warmth of your daughter, squirming against your chest. The physician’s quiet reassurance that she is healthy—her congratulations. But everything feels distant.
Distant but safe.
You focus on Zuko’s touch, and the babe that he’s now fully supporting against your bare chest as your arms fall limp either side of you.
“It was a good thing you were here,” Aang says quietly from the doorway.
Zuko barely hears him, because his attention never leaves you. Nor the tiny babygirl tucked safely against you.
“Yes,” Zuko says softly, brushing sweaty strands from your forehead.
Something about zuko and a pregnant reader always hits the spot for me, and it was just so cute in the end!! Ahhh I cannot, this might be the best fic I've come across for zuko till now ❤️❤️❤️
Pandora in Bloom Event:
13. Berry picking/Ripe fruit, 22. First time parents, 39. Pregnant reader
Word count: 1.4k
Pairing: Tsu’tey x fem!pregnant!reader
Description: Tsu'tey finds you to give you a rare gift.
Content Warnings: Pregnant reader
Author's note: Based on this request! And a conversation Finnie and I had about Banana fruit!
You plucked a ripe Yovo pod off the short tree and immediately peeled the skin off of the fruit, sinking your teeth into the purple flesh on the inside. Juice ran down your chin, but you found yourself not caring. There was no one else out here, but you, and the fruit refreshed you after foraging in the afternoon heat for so long.
You found yourself discarding the remnants of the skin and leaves from the first fruit in order to grasp a second one. Your toes dug into the soft dirt below your feet in delight as you consumed this fruit as well. This was exactly what you had been wanting all day, this plant was surely sent by Eywa herself as a gift.
You smiled, reaching for a handful of the small fruits and starting gathering them into the woven bag hanging at your side. These would be a delightful food for you to snack on throughout the rest of the day. Your cravings were fickle, but you had been wanting Yovo for a while, maybe this would be enough to satisfy you for now.
“Are they good?” the voice cut through the peace of the forest and startled you.
You flinched, dropping the fruit in your hand, and immediately whirled to find your mate leaning against a tree watching you with a smirk on his face.
“Tsu’tey,” you groaned, going to pick up what you had dropped.
“Eh, kehe (no),” he tsked, rushing forward to put his hand out, stopping you from bending down.
“I am not fragile,” You reminded him as he kneeled down to hand you the fruit. His Olo’eyktan mantle brushed your legs, the feather-like plants it was made of tickled your skin.
“No, but you are pregnant with my child. You can allow me to pick things up for you,” he insisted. He looked up at you from where he still was on his knee in front of you and your heart melted.
“Fine, thank you,” you relented, putting the fruit in your bag as he stood up.
Your hand found Tsu’tey’s as if it was a magnet pulled in by the flux vortex. “What are you doing out here? I thought you were on patrol?” you asked.
He shrugged, “I was, until I found this,” he held up the object in his fist that you had not noticed until now.
You gasped, hands going to take the elongated fruit from him, “Utumauti (banana fruit)? I have only found one once in my entire life. Tsu’tey, this is a blessing,” you beamed, studying the fruit before pushing it back into his hands.
“No, it is for you,” he explained, holding it back out to you.
Your eyes widened, “Oh no, I could not take it,” you said, holding out your hands. “Eywa meant for you to have it.”
He shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips and making his canines glint in the sun. “Perhaps she meant for the baby to have it,” he corrected, pushing your hair away as a gust of wind blew strands onto your forehead which was sticky with sweat.
“Tsu’tey,” you whined at his selflessness. “She showed it to you, I cannot take what was not given.”
“Well, I am giving it to you now,” he smiled at your stubbornness, a trait you both had in common and your baby would undoubtedly inherit as well.
“I am still not taking it. How did you find me out here anyway?” you asked, brow lowering over your eyes in suspicion.
His head reared back in mock surprise. “I am an expert tracker and hunter, you think I could not find my wife? I picked up your trail, and eventually your scent, a while ago,” he told you smugly, beginning to break open the soft skin to get to the fruit inside.
“What?” you scoffed, but the smile on your lips did not match the chastisement in your tone. “You cannot use your talents to spy on me, Yawnetu (beloved)!”
“I am not spying on you! I was looking for you and I found you. Is that so steep an offense?” he huffed, good naturedly, knowing you were not really upset with him.
“I suppose not, especially if you have such a prized gift to show me,” you pursed your lips, looking down at the fruit that was still in his hand.
He offered up a chunk of the fruit after breaking it off, “Here, it would be cruel not to give it to my mate. I want you to have it,” he insisted.
“No!” You groaned, “Please, eat it. You work hard.”
He scoffed, “You are growing our child, you are working harder,” he argued and you sighed.
You frowned and looked down at his hand as he waved it between you. “I will only eat it, if you also have some,” you mediated and his eyes narrowed, thinking over your offer.
“Fine,” he agreed. You smiled and finally took the fruit from him, letting the sweet flavors settle on your tongue.
“Good?” he asked, his brow lifting as you nodded vehemently, eyes widening at the taste of the fruit you had not had in years.
“Very good. Eat,” you encouraged him, waving him on as he shook his head in amusement. He took some for himself, pressing it between his lips and humming in contentment at the perfect ripeness of it.
You smiled at the happy look on his face, before he handed you the rest of the fruit,
“For the baby,” he explained and you rolled your eyes at his persistence. You took it anyway, growing weary of trying to argue with him.
You popped the last of the fruit in your mouth, chewing it carefully before saying, “Thank you, I believe your son likes Utumauti.” You watched his reaction carefully and were glad you did.
His eyes bugged out before he stilled completely. “My son?” he asked slowly.
You nodded, not able to tamp down the dazzling smile that made its way onto your face. “It is a boy,” you stated.
For a moment, his smile was blinding, but froze when he said, “How do you know?”
“Norm and Max were able to do the examination they told us about,” your words faltered as his face fell. Your hands caressed your stomach as you continued, “I know you said you did not like human medicine, but I wanted to see. I am sorry if you did not want to know, I should have asked you first before telling you,” you said, rethinking even telling him about the strange monitors and devices the humans had hooked you up to this morning.
You had meant for the news to be a surprise, but it was just dawning on you that Tsu’tey may not be pleased with you or with letting humans around your baby with their strange metal.
He nodded slowly, mulling over the news. “Did you want the exam done?” he asked,
You bit your lip before saying, “I did, I am glad to know what we will be having,” you confessed, suddenly feeling bashful, looking down to your round stomach as your hands ran across it.
Tsu’tey’s knuckle found your chin, tilting your gaze back up to meet his. “If you wanted it done, then I am glad you had it done,” he said simply.
“Really?” you asked, a smile breaking across your lips like lightning.
“I am not pleased that you felt you could not tell me, or that you thought I would be angry, but that is my fault. I know that you are uncertain with how this new journey will go, but do not forget that I am also on this path with you,” he said. His hands found either side of your face as he continued, “I am here every step of the way, even…” his face screwed up in distaste, making your brow raise at his next words, “if you want human medicine,” he assured you.
You sighed, “I did not tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise,” you explained and his eyes softened further.
“That is a beautiful surprise, thank you,” he said, thumbs brushing over the skin under your eyes. “A boy,” he murmured with a smile.
“A boy,” you agreed.
“You will be a wonderful mother, Paskalin,” he affirmed, resting his forehead to yours.
You grinned, “And you, a wonderful father. Our baby will be blessed.”
He closed his eyes, smiling fondly before he opened his eyes again. “Eywa has smiled down on me, and I do not mean for the fruit,” he teased. “That was nothing compared to the blessing I received when I met you.”
This is so sweet! I miss Tsu'tey so much, he could've been such a sweet and loving mate and father, James robbed us of that, he knew it would've made us all go crazy for him, even more than we are now 😭💔
Pandora in Bloom Event:
13. Berry picking/Ripe fruit, 22. First time parents, 39. Pregnant reader
Word count: 1.4k
Pairing: Tsu’tey x fem!pregnant!reader
Description: Tsu'tey finds you to give you a rare gift.
Content Warnings: Pregnant reader
Author's note: Based on this request! And a conversation Finnie and I had about Banana fruit!
You plucked a ripe Yovo pod off the short tree and immediately peeled the skin off of the fruit, sinking your teeth into the purple flesh on the inside. Juice ran down your chin, but you found yourself not caring. There was no one else out here, but you, and the fruit refreshed you after foraging in the afternoon heat for so long.
You found yourself discarding the remnants of the skin and leaves from the first fruit in order to grasp a second one. Your toes dug into the soft dirt below your feet in delight as you consumed this fruit as well. This was exactly what you had been wanting all day, this plant was surely sent by Eywa herself as a gift.
You smiled, reaching for a handful of the small fruits and starting gathering them into the woven bag hanging at your side. These would be a delightful food for you to snack on throughout the rest of the day. Your cravings were fickle, but you had been wanting Yovo for a while, maybe this would be enough to satisfy you for now.
“Are they good?” the voice cut through the peace of the forest and startled you.
You flinched, dropping the fruit in your hand, and immediately whirled to find your mate leaning against a tree watching you with a smirk on his face.
“Tsu’tey,” you groaned, going to pick up what you had dropped.
“Eh, kehe (no),” he tsked, rushing forward to put his hand out, stopping you from bending down.
“I am not fragile,” You reminded him as he kneeled down to hand you the fruit. His Olo’eyktan mantle brushed your legs, the feather-like plants it was made of tickled your skin.
“No, but you are pregnant with my child. You can allow me to pick things up for you,” he insisted. He looked up at you from where he still was on his knee in front of you and your heart melted.
“Fine, thank you,” you relented, putting the fruit in your bag as he stood up.
Your hand found Tsu’tey’s as if it was a magnet pulled in by the flux vortex. “What are you doing out here? I thought you were on patrol?” you asked.
He shrugged, “I was, until I found this,” he held up the object in his fist that you had not noticed until now.
You gasped, hands going to take the elongated fruit from him, “Utumauti (banana fruit)? I have only found one once in my entire life. Tsu’tey, this is a blessing,” you beamed, studying the fruit before pushing it back into his hands.
“No, it is for you,” he explained, holding it back out to you.
Your eyes widened, “Oh no, I could not take it,” you said, holding out your hands. “Eywa meant for you to have it.”
He shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips and making his canines glint in the sun. “Perhaps she meant for the baby to have it,” he corrected, pushing your hair away as a gust of wind blew strands onto your forehead which was sticky with sweat.
“Tsu’tey,” you whined at his selflessness. “She showed it to you, I cannot take what was not given.”
“Well, I am giving it to you now,” he smiled at your stubbornness, a trait you both had in common and your baby would undoubtedly inherit as well.
“I am still not taking it. How did you find me out here anyway?” you asked, brow lowering over your eyes in suspicion.
His head reared back in mock surprise. “I am an expert tracker and hunter, you think I could not find my wife? I picked up your trail, and eventually your scent, a while ago,” he told you smugly, beginning to break open the soft skin to get to the fruit inside.
“What?” you scoffed, but the smile on your lips did not match the chastisement in your tone. “You cannot use your talents to spy on me, Yawnetu (beloved)!”
“I am not spying on you! I was looking for you and I found you. Is that so steep an offense?” he huffed, good naturedly, knowing you were not really upset with him.
“I suppose not, especially if you have such a prized gift to show me,” you pursed your lips, looking down at the fruit that was still in his hand.
He offered up a chunk of the fruit after breaking it off, “Here, it would be cruel not to give it to my mate. I want you to have it,” he insisted.
“No!” You groaned, “Please, eat it. You work hard.”
He scoffed, “You are growing our child, you are working harder,” he argued and you sighed.
You frowned and looked down at his hand as he waved it between you. “I will only eat it, if you also have some,” you mediated and his eyes narrowed, thinking over your offer.
“Fine,” he agreed. You smiled and finally took the fruit from him, letting the sweet flavors settle on your tongue.
“Good?” he asked, his brow lifting as you nodded vehemently, eyes widening at the taste of the fruit you had not had in years.
“Very good. Eat,” you encouraged him, waving him on as he shook his head in amusement. He took some for himself, pressing it between his lips and humming in contentment at the perfect ripeness of it.
You smiled at the happy look on his face, before he handed you the rest of the fruit,
“For the baby,” he explained and you rolled your eyes at his persistence. You took it anyway, growing weary of trying to argue with him.
You popped the last of the fruit in your mouth, chewing it carefully before saying, “Thank you, I believe your son likes Utumauti.” You watched his reaction carefully and were glad you did.
His eyes bugged out before he stilled completely. “My son?” he asked slowly.
You nodded, not able to tamp down the dazzling smile that made its way onto your face. “It is a boy,” you stated.
For a moment, his smile was blinding, but froze when he said, “How do you know?”
“Norm and Max were able to do the examination they told us about,” your words faltered as his face fell. Your hands caressed your stomach as you continued, “I know you said you did not like human medicine, but I wanted to see. I am sorry if you did not want to know, I should have asked you first before telling you,” you said, rethinking even telling him about the strange monitors and devices the humans had hooked you up to this morning.
You had meant for the news to be a surprise, but it was just dawning on you that Tsu’tey may not be pleased with you or with letting humans around your baby with their strange metal.
He nodded slowly, mulling over the news. “Did you want the exam done?” he asked,
You bit your lip before saying, “I did, I am glad to know what we will be having,” you confessed, suddenly feeling bashful, looking down to your round stomach as your hands ran across it.
Tsu’tey’s knuckle found your chin, tilting your gaze back up to meet his. “If you wanted it done, then I am glad you had it done,” he said simply.
“Really?” you asked, a smile breaking across your lips like lightning.
“I am not pleased that you felt you could not tell me, or that you thought I would be angry, but that is my fault. I know that you are uncertain with how this new journey will go, but do not forget that I am also on this path with you,” he said. His hands found either side of your face as he continued, “I am here every step of the way, even…” his face screwed up in distaste, making your brow raise at his next words, “if you want human medicine,” he assured you.
You sighed, “I did not tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise,” you explained and his eyes softened further.
“That is a beautiful surprise, thank you,” he said, thumbs brushing over the skin under your eyes. “A boy,” he murmured with a smile.
“A boy,” you agreed.
“You will be a wonderful mother, Paskalin,” he affirmed, resting his forehead to yours.
You grinned, “And you, a wonderful father. Our baby will be blessed.”
He closed his eyes, smiling fondly before he opened his eyes again. “Eywa has smiled down on me, and I do not mean for the fruit,” he teased. “That was nothing compared to the blessing I received when I met you.”
Omggg!! This whole fic was a cuteness overload!!! Tsu’tey and reader are just adorable together, their banter oozes with chemistry. I am already a huge fan of dad!Tsu’tey and this just added to it. I love how he wanted reader (and the baby) to have the fruit even though he found it and it goes against “the rules”.
I also enjoyed the part at the end when it came to human medicine and reader getting an ultrasound to find out the gender. That was such a good detail to add in and I like how you showed Tsu’tey not liking human technology but since it makes reader happy he’s happy. This was such a fun read!! I loved it💙!!
ಇ things to note. i know this is late but its out. it's short since i just wanted to do drabbles for event like these, i only go into oneshot territory if it happens, i really don't plan the length of my fics. thank you to @eywaite for hosting this lovely event for the fandom, love seeing the fandom come together and participate and support each other : masterlist / romancing pandora masterlist / previous fic / taglist
Jake twists and turns as sleep escapes him, there was no need for him to be up this early, his duties weren’t until later. The aching feeling in his loincloth was just too overwhelming for him to ignore and go back to sleep.
He rubbed his clothed cock wishing for some type of release as it's been so long since the two of you actually had the time to yourselves with his olo’eyktan and your tsahik work, it kept the two of you way too busy for some one and one time.
Jake turns to face you who was sleeping on your back, he thought you looked so beautiful while you slept.
Watching how your chest rose and fell, his eyes could not help but to travel down your sleeping body stopping as the image of the feeling of your nipples in his mouth while your gummy walls sucked his digits in.
Jake imagined the cute sounds you make while he pounds deep into your core.
His mind continued to envision the two of you fucking like rabbits as an idea popped up. He sits up and gently moves closer to you, making sure he is extra careful not to wake up, he spreads your legs slowly as possible.
Jake pushed your loincloth to the side, your pussy on display for him as he swiped a finger in between your folds before kneading your clit.
You shift a bit causing your legs to spread wider and the tent in his tewng throbs once your sweet smell reaches his nose. Jake rips off his cloth, flinging it somewhere. ‘She s’pretty,’ he thought as he stared at the view of your plump pussy.
Jake spits right onto your hole using it as a lube so his cock could slide right in, he lined up his head to your entrance and slowly slid his length in until he fully bottoms out inside of you. He stifled a groan as he rocks in and out of your hole at a slow pace, loving how your walls instinctively clench around his length.
“Fuck…” he cursed under his breath as he held your leg tightly as he picked up the pace, your mouth gape slightly, quiet whimpering escapes your mouth, making his mind go numb as it been so long since he could have you like this under him.
Watching how his cock disappear and reappear out of your core, more slippery than before, he rubs your clit with his thumb in small circles, not even caring if you wake up anymore, just wanting to make you feel s’good.
The sensation of him thrusting into you and rubbing your clit was enough to make your eyes flutter open and you immediately bit your bottom lip. “Jake?-“
“Shh, just lay back and let me make you feel good baby,” he cooed as the squelching sound your pussy made mixed in with your moans filled his ears like music.
“I missed this s’much baby, you don’t even know how badly, I was dreaming of thrusting into this pretty pussy,” he rambled as you gripped the mat beneath, stealing breaths in between each thrust, only having it knocked out of you.
You couldn’t deny the fact that you missed being stuffed to the brim with his amazing cock, being woken up like this is a dream come true. “Ma Jake, ‘m s’closeee…” you whined as you could see the smirk build on his face.
“Me too, baby, let’s cum together.” He groaned as he bent down to your lips smashing his lips onto yours as he continued to plunge deep into you and you dig your nails into his back, marking him up as you feel the coil in your stomach snap.
You release your juices soaking the mat beneath you and he gives you one last pump before cumming deep inside your womb making sure you get every. last. drop.
“Ahh fuck, you’re amazing doll,” he grunted as he stayed buried into your neck letting your scent fill his nostrils. “I should let you get ready for the day ahead.”
Jake goes to lift up off of you but before he can, you wrap your legs around his waist making him slump back on you. “Ma Jake, I think the clan won’t miss us for a day, I want you all to myself,” you smirked and he let out a chuckle as he laid kisses on your neck. “I’m hearing you loud and clear.”
Ooooff baby I'm HOOTTTT, MELTING SCREAMING CRYING BEGGING, THIS IS A DEFINITION OF NO LUBE NO PROTECTION! RAWR!!
Fr i need this man so bad... So fucking bad that i can't even show my face to god if I die, and let me tell you, if this man is in hell, I'll abandon heaven for him, ughhh somnophilia is turning out to be my favourite trope for real!!
Warnings: 18+, Mommy Kink, Innocents Kink, Corruption Kink, Masturbation, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Alien Genitalia, Degration, Feminiazion (Minor), Sub Teylan, Dom Reader, Manipulative Reader, Mentions of Dom So'lek
Words 1912
“You’ve had a hard time, haven’t you, baby?” I ask Teylan, who’s kneeling between my legs.
“I didn’t mean to Mommy! I was just trying to help!” Teylan pleaded.
I know that’s the truth. My baby only ever wants to help, but no one seems to want to teach him, meaning Teylan fumbles and falls, earning the wrath of others.
I lean forward, taking his face into my hands, “I know, baby, but there is a human saying about too many cooks in a kitchen,” I trail off, not wanting to bother him even more when a much better idea struck me “Now I think I know of a good task for you.”
“What is it, Mommy?” Teylan’s ears perked, and his tail swished happily.
I hold back the smirk that wants to show itself and instead plastered on a sweet smile, “First, you have to promise me to be good.”
Teylan’s body practically shakes with excitement, “I promise! I promise I’ll be good!” He eagerly pleaded.
I leaned back, giving Teylan room, “Okay baby, now take off those clothes for me; we’re going to play a special game.”
A flush spread over his face, “Okay, Mommy, we haven’t played any special games in a while,” Slowly, Teylan started to remove his clothing. First, he takes off his cap and then shimmies out of his tight TAP t-shirt, the one that will soon go ‘missing’ or become irreparably damaged. Now, Teylan kneels before me, unsure how to get out of his pants. Being such a good boy, remembering that he doesn’t have permission to stand.
I chuckle at him softly, “You may stand to remove your clothes, then right back where you go,” I lean back onto my hands, eager for the show.
Teylan stands slowly, unbuttoning his cargo pants. The uncomfortable material caught on his tail as he tried to remove them. The unforgiving material snagged and tore as Teylan tried to get them off.
“Do you need help, baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Teylan looked at me with relief, “Please, Mommy, it’s starting to hurt my tail,” His large green eyes stared at me like I hung the stars.
“Alright, baby, come here and turn around,” I order softly.
Teylan moves into position, and I have the base of his wagging tail in front of me. I have to fight the urge to pull at his tail, knowing the reactions I would get from it, but now is not the time. Teylan isn’t ready for that type of play.
I bring my fingers to the base of his tail, seeing it stuck in the fabric. I wiggle a finger from each hand beneath the fabric, earning a gasp from Teylan; his tail had never been touched like that before. Once I had a good grip on the fabric, I pulled with a satisfying rip.
“Mommy?” Teylan’s voice was high, confused by my actions.
Needing to cease his panic, I gently explain, “It was tangled too closely to your tail. It would have cut into your tail if I didn't rip it,” The lie easily slipped from my tongue.
“Oh… Okay, Mommy,” Teylan easily believed my lie
With the pants now in shreds, Teylan was able to step out of them, revealing nothing underneath, just a plane of smooth, bare skin. Teylan quickly moved back to kneeling between my legs before I could get a good look at his central slit, the home hiding his sexual organs.
The flush on Teylan’s spread even more as he squirmed, “I remembered you said not to wear boxers anymore; I listened, Mommy.”
“You’re always such a good boy for Mommy,” I purred at him, pleased by his obedience, “Now I’ve been talking with Daddy, and he told me you’ve been working very hard on his lessons,” The thought of So’lek introducing him to his own body made my cunt throb, “So you’re going to play one of Mommy’s special games, and you’re going to show me what So’lek taught you.”
“Oh-okay, Mommy,” He nervously fisted his hands at his sides.
“Good boy,” I smile down at him. “Now, Mommy says, rub your thighs.” I give him his first command.
Teylan’s hands slowly move to his upper thighs, kneading at the meat there before bringing them to his inner thighs and touching the delicate skin there.
Pleased, with his actions, I give him is following command, “Mommy says, touch your tits.”
Teylan’s eyes meet mine as he drags his hands up, avoiding his slit and over his stomach, resting them beneath each pec. His muscles are smooth and hard, typical for a Na’vi. Then his fingers reached out and pinched at his nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Mommy,” Teylan whined; his nipples have always been sensitive.
“Good boy, Mommy says to play with them more,” My voice was husky, distracted by my clit twitching from the sight.
Teylan did as he was told, pinching, rolling, and pulling at his nipples, causing little whines to spill from his lips as his hips stuttered from the stimulation.
“Stop.”
And just like that, Teylan stopped, placing his hands on his knees as he heaved in breaths, his nipples stiff and swollen.
I shake my head slowly at him, “I didn’t say ‘Mommy says,’” Pretending to be disappointed, “That means you need to give Mommy a special kiss,” Trying to hide my eagerness.
Teylan’s ears flickered back, “I’m sorry, Mommy! I’ll do better next time!”
Teylan’s large hands went to my thighs, gently spreading my legs apart, fitting his head between my legs. Playing it smart, I choose not to wear anything under my skirt today, leaving my pussy bare to Teylan. He started by sticking his tongue out, placing it flat on my folds, before sucking my pussy into his mouth, then letting go with a pop.
I sucked in a breath as I curled my fingers into Teylan’s hair, “That’s a good boy; one more time, then we can go back to the game.”
I taught Teylan every single way to give me a ‘special kiss,’ but this was something different. Teylan stuck his tongue out and pushed it inside my cunt. The stretch burned as he wiggled it around, making me gasp as pull his hair harder, forcing him closer to my cunt. He then wrapped his lips around my cunt, sucking me into his mouth, all the while continuing to thrust his tongue inside me. Teylan’s tongue hit every sensitive spot inside my gummy walls as his lips bring shocking pleasure to my clit. The heat inside me builds, and I have to pull Teylan away from my cunt, the both his us panting. Teylan’s lips were swollen and glossy from my wetness; drool dripped off his chin, trailing down onto his chest.
“Now, where did you learn that from?” I asked him, slightly disgruntled.
“Da-Daddy t-told me yo-you like it,” Teylan admitted through his pants.
I was irritated that So’lek had taught Teylan that; we both agreed that Teylan wasn’t supposed to learn that until much later, but I held my comments to myself, not wanting to upset Teylan.
“Okay baby, but next time you ask Mommy first because that wasn’t a special kiss I wanted. Not the one my perfect baby, gives me,” I trail off, pretending to be hurt.
Teylan’s eyes became wide and wet, “I’m sorry, Mommy! I won't do it again! What can I do to make it better? I’m really sorry, Mommy,” Teylan frantically asked me.
“Oh baby, don’t worry, I just need to have a chat with Daddy, that’s all,” I dismiss, knowing Teylan is too submissive to go against me, “Mommy wants to keep playing. Now Mommy says, show me your slit. Daddy showed you your slit, didn’t he?” I questioned, pushing Teylan.
Teylan looked at me worriedly, having never touched himself there. So’lek did all the touching last time. Teylan opened his mouth before shutting it again, not wanting to disappoint me again. Slowly, Teylan brought his fingers up to the symmetrical strips on both his hips, following the pattern as the stripes intertwined into one; this is his central slit. The single slit, flat with the rest of his naval, will soon be parted, letting his cock slip free from his insides.
“That’s right, baby. Good boy. Now Mommy says, show me your cock,” I asked nonchalantly, reaching over and grabbing my glass of wine, hoping I don’t spill it on my white shirt.
With tentative touches, Teylan rubbed his finger up and down his slit, pulling a high moan from his lips before he bit them. His body, still unused to being touched there, made the sensitive body part feel near electrical. The single digit would have been more than enough, but I wanted more.
“Mommy says to use two fingers,” I demand, as my hand trails down, rubbing slow circles on my clit.
“Yes. Mommy,” He whined as he brought a second finger to his slit, adding more pressure to his slit.
I sighed as Teylan opened his slit, watching the way he opened it from top to bottom, more than a male Na’vi would if he was just to use his cock. No, So’lek started training Teylan’s slit for much more; the inner pouch that holds his cock is the perfect place for another male to fuck. So’lek is dreaming of the day he gets to force his own cock inside Teylan’s slit, pushing Teylan’s cock back inside, not letting him feel the pleasures of a man.
I was forced out of my thoughts by Teylan, “Mommy, it feels good,” He wined, his hips twitching from the stimulation.
“I’m glad it feels good; that's why we play special games,” I coo at him, continuing my slow circles, not wanting to take myself too far so early in the game.
Teylan’s slit started to part, showing the insides of his pretty slit. I could just make out the tip of his cock. The way Teylan opened himself up so widely meant there was no resistance holding in his cock, letting it slip free from its confines. The base is the same blue as his skin, lightening until the tapered tip, which is a pretty lavender color. The shaft was covered in spines, hard little spokes that were the same color as his kuru.
“Look at that pretty little cock,” I cooed, from the malnutrition he received from TAP; his cock is much smaller than the average Na’vi, only about 15 inches long.
“But it’s too small, Mommy. Daddy’s much bigger, and even he said that it’s not a real cock,” Teylan was embarrassed but made no attempts to shield himself from me.
I hummed thoughtfully before deciding now was a good time to push him, “Daddy’s right. It really is too tiny to be cock,” I pause, pretending to think more, “I know what it is; it's a clitty!” I giggle lightly, “Such a perfect little clitty, isn’t that right, baby?”
“Mommy?” Teylan’s voice was confused as tears started to form.
‘Shit! Did I push him too far?’
I stand up and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his head, “Oh baby, don’t worry; Mommy loves your little clitty. It’s so pretty. Mommy wouldn’t want you any other way,” I soothe him.
“Really Mommy? Promise?” He asks me hopefully.
“I promise, baby,” My eyes darkened as I smirked above his head, knowing that Teylan could never escape me.
I haven't even played frontiers of avatar and omgggggg teylan and so'lek are going to be the death of meeeee mommy link going brrrr so good ughhh 🤤🤤🤤🤤💧
✥ Background: All you and Neytiri wanted was a little fun while your other mate Jake was gone doing his olo’eyktan duties, what could go wrong?
✥ Warnings: Frustrated Neytiri, Switch Neytiri, Switch reader, Oral (N receiving), Male masturbation (Jake watching), Bit of aftercare at the end.
✥ Total word count: 863 ✥
✥ Translation(s): Kelku -> Home, Nga, Tstu nefä, heyn nekll ulte pekfk! -> You, Shut up, sit down and watch!, Sì nga, palmks tsenga nga ftär stt! -> And you, continue where you left off!, Srane ha'na -> Yes ma’am.
✥ A/N: Writers block has been a pain in the ass lately so my apologies for not getting this out sooner, I hope you like this babes <3
The day came for Jake to go out and meet with the other clan leaders to try and establish a treaty between all of them, he didn't want to leave you and Neytiri but he had no choice.
After bidding you two and his kids goodbye Jake set off along with a few warriors to the meeting spot. Neytiri and you decided to have a bit of fun time so you both went back into your kelku and climbed into the hammock.
You were laying on your back with your mate ontop of you, the both of you sharing a slow passionate kiss when the flaps of the kelku burst open with Lo'ak walking in.
"Ewww! Moms really?" He gagged shielding his eyes with his arms. Neytiri hissed "I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son!"
Lo'ak gulped "I just wanted to know if I could use dad’s camera fo-" "Yes yes just take it my son and go!" Not wanting to stay another minute there Lo'ak grabbed the camera running out of the kelku and into Neteyam.
"Bro what's wrong? palulukan got your tongue?" Neteyam laughed ruffling his little brothers hair. "Do not go in there.." he pointed to the family's kelku before running off still holding the camera.
Neteyam raised a non existent eyebrow till he heard it- the giggles of his moms coming from inside the kelku, he shuddered as he too ran off but in a different direction.
Before you and your mate could go farther Tuk bursted in demanding she sit with you guys. Neytiri huffed moving off you making room for Tuk to jump into the hammock.
After who knows how many hours Tuk fell asleep so you and Neytiri decided to go out and have your fun, as soon as you both stepped out though lightning crackled in the sky and a storm began.
In the corner of your eye you saw Neytiri's tail swishing angrily, "Well it looks like the great mother does not want us to have fun."
Your mate turned to you hissing "Do not say that" before going back inside with you following close behind.
Two days have passed now, your both finally alone and everything is perfect, taking the chance you lay between your mates legs about to eat her out when once again the flaps of the kelku fly open but this time it's Jake.
His eyes widen at the sight infront of him "So, this is what my beautiful mates do when I'm out?" he says placing his hand over his heart faking being offended.
Neytiri growled out of frustration turning her gaze to her other mate "Nga, Tstu nefä, heyn nekll ulte pekfk!" She hissed at him before turning to you "Sì nga, palmks tsenga nga ftär stt!"
"Srane ha'na" Jake grinned sitting back against the side of the kelku facing his mates. Chuckling you licked a stripe up her folds as two of your fingers prodded against her entrance.
Jake removed his tewng letting his hardened cock spring free already oozing pre-cum, he groaned as he began to slowly pump himself never straying his gaze from his beautiful mates.
Without warning you thrusted two of your fingers into your mate, her velvety walls instantly clenching around them.
Neytiri’s back arched slightly as her hands held onto the sides of the hammock, her eyes locked with Jake’s.
You continued your assault on your mates pussy altering between sucking on her clit and delving your tongue between her folds all while increasing the pace of your fingers angling them to hit her sweet spot each time.
Jakes ears flattened against his skull as small whimpers fell from his lips increasing his own pace pumping his cock faster.
The coil in Neytiri’s stomach snapped when you reached up with your free hand to her breast rolling her hardened nipple between your fingers.
Her legs shook and a silent scream left her lips as she came coating your fingers in her release, you helped her ride out her orgasm before slowly removing your fingers and shifting to sit on your knees.
Turning your head to look at your other mate you saw he was close to finishing, smirking you brought your fingers still coated with Neytiri’s release to your mouth sucking them clean.
Jake hissed as he came, thick spurts of his seed spilling onto his hand and thighs. Both him and Neytiri breathed heavily trying to catch their breaths.
You carefully got off the hammock walking towards a small bowl with water in the corner, picking it up you walked back to your exhausted mate lifting the water to her lips so she could drink something.
Jake reached for a cloth cleaning himself up before slowly getting up and walking towards his mates, you got a small cloth aswell dabbing it in the water when she was done to gently clean her up.
When you were finished Jake carefully moved into the hammock beside Neytiri before reaching over pulling you so your on the other side of him.
“You two are insatiable” he chuckled softly kissing both of your heads.
Smut warning ~ cheating, anal fingering, anal sex, clit stimulation, praise, rough Jake, a bit out of character, dom x sub, slight dub-con, age gap (20 and however old Jake is).
“You are married.” You hiss as you push your hands into his chest so he stumbles back. “And a father!” Jake huffs and takes another step further into your marui. “Listen to you talking like you're innocent when you've been giving me the eyes since I got here.”
You scoff and busy yourself with tidying away, trying your best to ignore his presence. “I don't give you eyes.” His footsteps stop right behind you, his hands attaching firmly to your hips. “Then why am I here?” You swat at him with your tail and barge past him to the opposite side of your pod. “Exactly! Why are you?”
“Tell me you don't want it.” He challenges, walking until he's in front of you. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want it.” You hesitate, your eyes flitting to his lips, then to your fiddling hands. “I… I-” He tilts your head up with a finger hooked under your chin. “Look me in the eye.” He repeats. “And tell me you don't want it.” You swallow. “I don't want it.”
He sniggers, his ears twitching. “Liar.”
You yelp when he grabs you by the hips and hoists you up, his lips crashing against yours. You whimper, your legs wrapped around his waist as if by second nature as you relent and kiss him back. He walks with you until his knees bump your nivi and he lowers you onto it, before rolling you onto your front. “Jake?” You question when he lifts you by your thighs so you're on your hands and knees. “What are you doing?”
“Shh. Relax, babygirl.” He coos, smoothing a palm over your ass and down the length of your swishing tail. You nod silently and do your best to slow your breathing as he fondles the plump flesh of your hind. You lurch forward when you feel the moist head of his cock journey between your thighs and through your slit, coating it in your slick. “Just getting nice and ready for you, baby.” He reassures you, and pats your lower back.
He grunts when your folds swell around him, so warm and wet. The way your sap drips from his cock tells him he's plenty prepared and retracts his hips from you, his hands sliding from your hips to spread your cheeks apart. Your asshole is pulsating, much the same as your pussy did against the rim of his length. He smirks at the sight and strokes himself so your juices - mixed with his dribbles of pre-cum - paint his fingers.
Your eyes widen when he hooks one into your virgin hole, and it clamps around his thick digit at the intrusion. “Hurts..” You pout, glancing back at him with teary eyes. “Shh, baby. Let me help you.” He purrs as he begins to fuck your ass with his finger, pushing it within you until his other fingers can splay over your tailbone thanks to his knuckle-deep penetration.
“Hmmf!” You squeeze your eyes shut, dreading how much it'll hurt with the width of his dick compared to one of his fingers. “I can't.” You whimper and try to crawl away, but he pulls your rear flush onto his digit and simultaneously adds a second. You cry out, your fingers digging into your nivi at the painful stretch. “Please. It hurts.” Jake begins to massage your ass, his fingers curling and uncurling as gently as his desire allows him. “I know, baby. I'm sorry.”
“Do you treat your wife like this?” You growl as you clench your thighs together. Somehow you can feel the cramp in your pussy too. “I don't fuck my wife.” He deadpans and finally pulls his fingers out of you, wiping the residue of your arousal around your puckered rim. You frown at his words and look at him inquisitively over your shoulder. “She fucks me.” He smirks.
You'd be lying if you said you're not a little disappointed. Of course, it disheartens you that the man you've indeed had your eyes on since his arrival is happily mated. But you're in no place to feel any discontent when you can only imagine what Neytiri would think should she find out. You hope not, you'd be dead.
Snapping you from your train of thought, the head of Jake’s dick teases at your impossibly tight hole, the beads of his pre-cum providing more lubrication as he braces one hand on the small of your back, the other on your bent hip. “Jake, I'm not sure about this.” Your voice is meek and wobbles as you talk, your ears tipped back to convey your apprehension.
“I am.” He gruffs and plunges straight into you. You shriek and instinctively try to pull yourself off his cock, but his grip on you is unrelenting and pins you in place. “D-don’t.” He gruffs and keeps his hips still. “Just stay like that.” You whimper with the stretch while he revels in the way you hug him so snugly. “Hurts~” You croon, sniffling and blubbering. “Jake, it hurts!”
A rough palm slaps to your mouth and you yelp as he uses it to yank you up against his chest. “Shush, now.” He hisses into your ear. “Wouldn’t want Neytiri to hear, would you?” You mewl, your hands clawing at the one that blankets your mouth. When he pulled you into his front it speared you deeper onto him, penetrating you impossibly. Your knees threaten to give in and your tears fall onto the back of his hand. “Aw, don't cry. I'm here, babygirl.”
He begins a slow, fluid rhythm against your hind, his free hand snaking around you to find your clit. You moan into the cup of his palm as he begins to run circles against it, his hips flushly pressing into your ass with every thrust. “Jake.” You cry, your voice muffled as you snuffle and hum. “Feels better now.” He grins and presses his face into the crook of your neck, his finger picking up speed against your clit as the rolling of his hips does the same. “That’s right, baby. Relax.”
You do, focusing your mind on the way your pain fades into pleasure. “Squeezing me so good.” He purrs into your ear. “Swallowing me whole. Knew you could do it.” You moan at his words, your mouth still covered by his hand. Probably for the best since your moans get louder with each precise snap of his hips. “Such a good girl. Doing so well.” He grunts breathlessly, his fingertips kissing your clit with each strum and flick against it.
“Fuck, Jake.” You can feel his rhythm grow sloppy as he groans into your neck, the motion of his fingers stopping altogether as he struggles to maintain his duplex method of enticing your release. “Want it harder?” He all but growls. Your eyes shoot open from their previously clenched state and widen when he slams into you unforgivably without awaiting your answer, and forces you back onto all fours. You wince when he uses your tail to haul your ass into the air, his dick still cushioned by the walls of your tight ass.
“Fuuuck.” You drool, a pool of spit puddling under your chin as the rough nature of his thrusting causes your hardened nipples to glide against your nivi. “Like it hard? Little slut.” His blunt fingers bite into your hips as he fucks himself the deepest your ass will allow him, his width stretching you so wide you think he might rip you. “Yes, yes, yes.” You moan into the barrier of your forearm, your teeth threatening to pierce the skin of it as your climax approaches. “Close, so close.”
“Me too, babygirl. Fucking let go, c’mon.” He coaxes you, his cock’s spongey head pummeling you in all the right places. You screech into the flesh of your arm when it hits you hard and fast, much like his experienced tempo, your orgasm washing over you so much so that you drown in the bliss. You hear your juices splatter when they spew onto your hammock, pouring from you like a waterfall. The only thing that keeps you from collapsing into an exhausted heap is Jake’s determined grip as he spills his hot, thick load into your ass.
The sensation is a strange one. One you're not displeased by but one that makes you whimper at the feeling. Finally, he lets you go and you huddle yourself into a heaving, fetal ball. “That was interesting.” You breathily remark. He chuckles and tucks himself back into his loincloth.
My mind is certainly not in a good place to read such filth just after my physics exam like 😭🫠 though my exam went bad this cheered me up though, I'm fucking crossing my legs rn
"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want it"
OMGGGG I want it so fucking badly! Like GIVE IT TO ME!! I need him to make me fuck my anxiety out of me please 😭
⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: masturbation, consumption of alcohol, voyeurism/exhibitionism
⋆｡° ✮ Translation: tiyawn = love
They’re drunk enough that it’s possible it wasn’t intentional.
Metkayinas liquor is meant for strong warriors, elders even. It’s stronger than anything that the omatikaya serve. And the two of you had a lot of it, Ao’nung remarks as he remembers the night, hours spent sitting around the fire, telling stories and laughing as cup after cup of the warriors drink were passed around and dutifully emptied.
Neteyam and you had left stumbling, holding onto each other and giggling to yourselves, drunk enough that it definitely wasn’t intentional– doing it so open, for the whole world to see. For him to see, to stumble upon on his way back.
Ao’nung contemplates getting up and just take a different way back to the village, except his dick is so painfully hard and his head still spins, even more than it did earlier, he’s not sure he can make it through the center of the island in this condition.
Plus, if he peeks around the tree he was currently hiding behind, he can just make out the shape of Neteyams ass as he fucks you, can just make out the sight of your nails digging into his back. He knows he should get up and leave, should look away, should walk another path and go home and just sleep…
But instead, he finds himself watching intently.
His eyes follow the curve of your spine as it arches of the sandy ground, trace the outlines of your soft thighs wrapped around Neteyams waist in the moonlight. He watches your breasts bounce with every thrust, sees your flushed cheeks as your mouth hangs open on a long, drawn out moan that goes straight to his own throbbing cock.
Ao’nungs hand is on his dick through his loincloth before he’s even aware of doing it. He’ll blame the warriors drink for that later, except he’s not even feeling as drunk as he suddenly feels horny as fucking hell and out of control with it.
There’s pain for a minute or so until he blinks and realizes he’s squeezing himself so hard that the woven strings of his loincloth are biting into his skin, so he pulls it down until his cock springs free and wraps his hand around it, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of skin smacking against skin in the same rhythm as waves crash against rocks in the distance.
This is a bad idea, runs through is head on repeat even as he curves his hand over his dick and starts to stroke, rubbing the tip to get his fingers wet and going back down, up and down, establishing a brutal, fast rhythm because from the whiny sounds you’re making and the way Neteyam groans, neither of you were going to last much longer.
As he turns his head once more, he watches your mouth hang open, moans shamelessly spilling from your lips as he thrusts into you over and over again. But suddenly, there’s a swirl of movements. Neteyams hands on your hips, rolling over and lifting you on top, your hands on his thighs to spread yourself for him to see before you start bouncing on him like you’re made for it.
Dark blue hands wander from your hips to your ass, a handful of each cheek tightly in his palms as he helps lifting you up and down on his cock, and you throw your head back in bliss.
Ao’nung imagines standing behind that ass, reaching down to swat Neteyams hands away and replace them with his own, feel the plump flesh moving. He imagines his cock between each cheek, moving along to the rhythm of you fucking yourself on another man’s cock. He pictures himself coming on it, spilling his cum onto your beautiful blue skin, marking you like you belonged to him, and it’s such a hot image– so hot, so incredibly hot, that he closes his eyes and comes just from imagining it.
And if his eyes weren’t shut tightly and his ears weren’t currently ringing from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, Ao’nung would’ve seen the way you glanced over your shoulder with a grin and heard the way Neteyam spoke lowly into your ear,
The way i screamed at the last line like omgggggg That's definitely something neteyam would do, fuck it's making hard for me to think now, I need a cold shower....
❈ Warnings : stepcest, stepdad Jake x stepdaughter reader, reader is 19! Jake is obviously over 40, pervert Jake, Fingering (F receiving), age gap, Smut! Daddy kink, minors stay away!!! Grooming, somnophilia, do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!
❈ Word Count : 0.9k proof read
❈ Note : lmao i forgot to write this prompt, i had this idea but I was stuck writing for other prompts lol, wrote this in a hurry ;)
ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ
Jake was obsessed, feverish, obliviated by you…. But it was wrong, so so wrong, taken in by him and Neytiri when your parents left pandora and you here as babies and toddlers weren’t fit for cryo, he saw you grow up with his kids, but since puberty hit you like a train and those short little na’vi cloths left nothing for imagination, his hunger grew more and more.
Stealing your dirty loin cloths and jerking off to them deep into the woods, away from any watchful eye, watching you sleep in their tent beside Kiri and tuk, body so small and supple, skin so soft and glowing in the firelight, the rise and dips of your curves so alluring, he loved Neytiri no doubt but something about you made blood rush to his cock and he knew he had to do something about it, sooner than he thought…
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It was a bright sunny afternoon, Neytiri and Neteyam were out hunting, Kiri and tuk were with Mo’at, Lo’ak and Spider were exploring again, which concerned Jake but not enough to stop thinking about you, this was the perfect time, your small body laying on the mat, soft breaths filtering through your nose, you were waiting for Neteyam to come back so you could make new armbands with him but your human body needed rest and waiting was boring, a nap being the best idea as you thought.
Jake watched you from across the tent, sharpening his knife until the blade was rendered to uselessness, with a huff he threw the knife away and walked over to your sleeping form, looming over you as he admired your soft features, the peaceful look on your face, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face, trailing down to your cheek, then neck, eyes flicking over to your ample breasts, mother nature really did a good number on you.
He just couldn’t take enough of you, his hands now cupping one of your tit, squeezing softly, face lowering next to yours, he thanked eywa for making you a heavy sleeper, his other hand rested on the curve of your waist, massaging the soft skin, relishing in the sublime feeling of finally touching you openly after months of subtle but inappropriate touches, which you didn’t mind in the least, dismissing them as nothing but unknowingly you started to crave them more and more as time went on.
Your eyes fluttered open when you felt something grip the side of your face, when Jake’s golden eyes became clear, you didn’t expect your body to react the way it did, heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, thighs clamping close as you came to your senses “Da- Daddy?” your soft whisper ignited something primal within him, he caressed your cheek gently.
“Shh Babygirl, you know the drill, let daddy take care of you now, relax” he cooed softly in your ear, your body relaxing as if on command, his skilled fingers untying your loin cloth, running two digits down your wet folds, your breath hitched, trying to close your thighs again but he held them spread open.
Your hands reached up to hold onto his shoulders, a soft moan falling off your lips, while one hand worked on your soaked pussy, the other fondled with your breast rolling the nub between the thumb and index finger, his lips peppering marks and hickies over your neck which you knew you’d get in trouble for later but right now he was the only one on your mind.
His slender fingers slipped in your awaiting hole, curling them inside your spasming walls, hitting the spongy spot repeatedly, making you cry out but his hand immediately covered your mouth as he glared down at you with his golden eyes, whimpering under his fingers hit the spot again, eyes rolling back in your skull “keep quiet babygirl, we don’t want anyone to know do we?” he growled lowly near your cheek, his fingers setting a restless pace, the pad of his thumb rubbing your perky clit, pressing down as you felt your release approaching, your groaned against his hand “dadyy pwesee” your muffled please fell over his ears, the smirk plastered on his face, knowing you were completely under his control, to use as he pleases.
“Cum for me, babygirl, Cum on daddy’s fingers” he whispers in your ear, nibbling on the earlobe, his fingers fucking you ruthlessly, your nails digging into his shoulder, face screwed in pleasure, your muffled moans filled the tent as you became undone on his fingers, face red in embarrassment as he chuckled pulling his fingers out and sucking on them “good girl, so obedient” he watched you catch your breath, coming down from your high, humming in pleasure of your sweet taste on his tongue, the tightness under his own loin cloth bothering him but he wanted to pleasure you more, make you go cross eyed before taking it to the next step “don’t worry, babygirl, I’m not done with you yet”
your doe eyes looking up at him, eagerness written all over your face “Yes, Daddy” he chuckled lowering his head between your legs, the plush of your thighs squeezing his head, he couldn’t be more happy as he spread them apart, his words vibrating against your dripping cunt “that’s my girl”
𝐀/𝐧 : lmao this was my dream to write about step dad Jake, like make him all pervy and stuff 😂
Moonlight filtered through the flaps of your mauri as your desperate moans sounded through the thin walls of your shelter, your wet gliding over the expanse of your mate’s thigh, his skin glistening with your juices as your breaths labored with the effort to get some kind of friction, hips rolling over his thick thigh as he squatted in front of your quivering body riding his thigh.
“My My yawne, you really need to cum, huh?” He whispered in your ear as it was pinned back to your skull, your breaths shaking as his large hands rested on your waist, guiding your hips in smooth rolls, moving one of his hands to your heated core, pressing his fingers against your throbbing clit, rubbing circles with them, heightening your already overwhelming pleasure.
“Ummm fuck… wari, kiss me!” your demand was immediately satisfied, lips colliding, his tongue taking over your senses, your languid thrusts on his thigh sent tingles running up your body, the sound of wet slaps of the skin was imprinted into the back of your haze fucked out mind. “What do you want, honey? Tell me, do you want my cock to fill you up? Hmm?” He crooned in the kiss, placing and marking the skin below your chin and Jaw.
Your eyes rolled back in your skull, incoherent words spilling out of your mouth but he took the sign, he leaned back on the wall of your shared mauri, his thigh so wet with your slick that you slipped right down with a yelp at the sudden change of position when he tilted his thighs upward, the mound of your pussy bumping on the joint of his hip, a moan pilling from your plump lips “what was- that for?” you rasped out, grinding your cunt on the tight bulge under his tweng, the bud of your orgasm was just starting to unravel, he groaned throwing his head back pushing down on you down on his tight little problem while gritting his teeth “shhh I need you soakin’ loose for me, honey, when i stretch you open with my cock, i want you nice and loose f’me” his low whispers where enough to send shivers running down your spine.
He quickly slid a hand down burying two digits deep inside your gummy walls, curling and scissoring them until you were a whimpering mess above him, head buried in his chest, hips still moving in fluid motion, fucking yourself on his fingers nice and slow, taking your pleasure, getting more and more vocal as you neared your release, just mere hair length away.
Your pants and whines were music to his ears as they flicked back and forth at your sweet voice, as you begged him for more, voice loud and careless from the amount of pleasure coursing through you, his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly making stars burst through your vision “wari… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cumm'' you don’t know that was a demand, a plea or a request because you were far too gone to think about it “cum for me, paskalin, let me taste you” as if on command, the coil snapped, gushing over his thick fingers as your head fell over his shoulder, eyes drooping close, sweat beading on your pristine teal skin bathed in fire light “good girl, yawne” he growled massaging and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, not giving your poor pussy a break, even while you came down your high.
Your breathy moans kept his cock throbbing hard, to intensify the aftermath even more, he connected your Queues together, a series of moans could be heard as he kept you nestled in his lap, toying with your pussy, nipping at your shoulder and neck with a content sigh as this sight was only for him.
He pulled back within a blink of an eye, he laid you down on the mat hovering above you as he trailed a line of kisses from to the base of your throat, to the valley of your breasts, kissing and sucking on one of them while kneading the other roughly, his other hand spreading your legs wide, finally resting it on the plush of your thigh as he nuzzled his hips between them, rubbing his clothed cock against your dripping folds, you groaned as you felt his tightness, your hands coming up and tangling them in his long locks, thrusting your hips up, eyes closed, lips parted, begging for more.
His warm taunting chuckle on the swell of your breast made goosebumps rise on your torso, seeing your desperate need for him to dick you down “mawey, Muntxate, have patience” his hand cupping your wet cunt, sneaking in his middle finger and claiming another desperate whine from you “wari… please!!” another chuckle from him was your only answer from him, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he removed his fingers and his loincloth, brandishing his cock out and pressing it on your folds, coating it with your juices before aligning it with your awaiting hole “you ready, baby girl?” your eager nod made his smirk widen “don’t worry, pearl, we just started for tonight” he chuckled as he pulnged in…
𝐀/𝐧 : Tonowari and his thighs are going to be the death of me!!!
꒰ঌ Featuring ໒꒱ : Tsireya x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.
꒰ঌ Kinktober Prompt ໒꒱ : Eating Out.
꒰ঌ Anonymous Request ໒꒱ : Hello, can I request Tsireya's female mate is quiet and shy, and just spends most of her time with Tsireya. So, when the Sully's arrive, one of them tries to get close to the reader romantically, but Tsireya is having none of it. Becoming, a bit possessive of her mate, showing off that reader is her's only.
꒰ঌ Summary ໒꒱ : When Tsireya sees you getting closer to Lo'ak, she makes sure that she lets him know that you're hers only.
꒰ঌ General Tags ໒꒱ : Nsfw and Mature Content.
꒰ঌ Content Warnings ໒꒱ : Aged!up Tsireya, Jealous! Tsireya, face sitting, oral (tsireya receiving), and fingering.
꒰ঌ Word Count ໒꒱ : 1,1k.
꒰ঌ Index ໒꒱ : Iknimaya — [right of passage] and Tewng — [loincloth].
꒰ঌ Notes ໒꒱ : Happy Kinktober everyone!! I'm so excited, this is my first Kinktober event and I hope y'all love my creations! Some stem from my ideas and some stem from requests. This is the first fxf smut fic I ever wrote so let me know if you guys like it and want to see more. Kinktober is really a place to try something you're not used to and I took advantage of that. Had this request sitting in my Google tasks list for the longest so when this event came up, I thought it would be good to get it done!!
꒰ঌ Extra ໒꒱ : Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 💙
Tsireya couldn't focus on the task as she watched you put your hands on Lo'ak’s chest as you taught him how to hold his breath longer.
Neteyam gave up on trying to focus Tsireya’s attention and moved over to where Rotxo was teaching Kiri. She continued watching as she bit down on her bottom lip and watched you and Lo’ak talk, her ears flickered when your sweet laughter filled the air.
Tsireya didn’t expect you to hit it off with him so well since you were always quiet and stayed to yourself so seeing you laughing up a storm with him was weird to her.
It made her feel an emotion she never felt before because it’s always been just you and her. Before she had nothing to worry about, many people showed interest in you even after the two of you started dating but you always turned them down. ‘I’m sure whatever he just said ain’t that funny,’ she thought to herself rolling her eyes, almost tempted to interrupt the two of you but decided to just walk away so she wouldn’t say something rude.
Going on a walk really made Tsireya clear her mind on the situation, she had no reason to be jealous because you’d never leave her for someone else. Lo’ak and you were just two friends getting to know each other and nothing more would happen between the two of you. Soon things will go back to normal where you normally stick to her side most of the time and she will have you all to herself.
Time has passed since then and the Sully’s have learned the way of the people and passed their iknimaya’s. The friendship between you and Lo’ak became more robust than ever and you spent every day with him which drove Tsireya crazy.
“Come on Reya, there’s nothing going on between me and Lo’ak!” You voiced as you looked to where she stood. “Don’t you trust me?” You questioned.
“I trust you but not him, he’s looking for something more, [Name],” she fired out as she furrowed her eyebrow bones together. Her tone had you squeezing your thighs together to give your core the attention it needed. You had never seen her this mad before, she was always so sweet.
Although her tone was making you feel aroused, you still didn’t like how she was acting. You and Lo’ak were just friends, she had nothing to worry about. “How would you know he wants something more!” You shoot back as you watch Tsireya’s eyes widen.
She felt a bit hurt that you couldn’t just trust her intuition, she knows Lo’ak’s intentions are more than he let on. “How can you not see it?” She questioned. “When the whole group is together and there are other places open to sitting, he sits right next to you, the way he’d act as if it was a mistake that his hand happens to brush against yours.” She continued on as she mentioned how he’s always looking at you when no one is looking.
Tsireya could feel the tears filling her eyes but she blinked them back. She couldn’t see a future without you and didn’t want to experience losing you. Your gaze softens when you see her fight back tears and slowly walk over to her taking her hands into yours, rubbing the back of her palm softly. “If you want me to stop talking to Lo’ak, I won’t and will keep my distance.” you offer letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.
“I think I have a better idea, you don’t have to stop talking to him, he just needs to know you’re mine,” Tsireya smirks as she starts to fondle with the strings of her tewng and once she loosens it, she discards it to the side. “I want you to lay down on your back, f’me.” She demands and a flustered smile reaches your face as you do what you were told.
Tsireya positioned herself with her knees on either side of your head, her pretty pussy completely exposed to you. Your soft hands wrapped around her thighs and lowered her dripping pussy to your lips. Tsireya looked down at the sight below her, it made her feel happy that she was the only one whom she could do this with, it made her almost want to come right there. You rub your thighs together to give some attention to your core as you smell her sweet arousal.
“Stay like that f’me, baby,” you mumbled against her inner thigh. She takes a deep breath as she nods her head in response, not a second longer you tug her down right onto your mouth.
“Shit,” she moaned out. She couldn’t help herself but grind her hips, fucking herself on your tongue as her hands traveled to her breasts, kneading them as she continued to ride your face. You moan against her clit, sending vibrations through her entire body.
“You’re making me feel so good…” she choked out as she pressed closer to your face and continued to fuck herself on your tongue.
Your tongue moved from her pussy and pulled her clit into your mouth, suckling on it greedily, making circles around it with your tongue, flickering it every so often. She threw her head back as she let out a pornographic moan.
“Fuck, [Name]!” she cried out. Her eyes clenched closed as her hips buckled faster and faster, the coil in her stomach so close to snapping as her toes curled. “I’m so fucking close, please make me cum…” she mewled as her eyes focused on you as you continued suckling on her clit, you slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. She began to fuck herself onto your fingers as she lets out soft but loud moans that could be heard by anyone that walked by.
With another flick to her bud, the coil in her stomach snaps as her body slumps, and her legs tremble as she releases all over your mouth and fingers. Your tongue laps up her sweet juices as she catches her breath. Your moan sends another vibration through her body, her oversensitive clit throbs. “I forgot how good you taste,” you said as she removed herself from on top of you, letting out a low chuckle, and fixed herself to lay her head on your chest.
“I missed this,” Tsireya murmured softly as you rubbed her arm. “You have no reason to get jealous, I’m only yours just as you’re all mine.” You say as you use your index finger to motion her head to look up at you. “No one can get in between that, do you hear me?” You questioned as a smile spread across your face and she nodded her head in agreement as she snuggled in closer to you as you kissed her forehead.
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I almost didn't recognize you V, love the new username and theme!! I always love seeing your reblogs!! I'm down bad for her too!! 🤭 I'm happy to hear you loved it, it is my first fxf smut so glad to hear I did good on it.
You're the best baby, when I saw you wrote fxf i almost jumped out of my seat when I saw it was tsireya x FEM reader 😭🫶🏼, you absolutely nailed it, babes!
꒰ঌ Featuring ໒꒱ : Tsireya x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.
꒰ঌ Kinktober Prompt ໒꒱ : Eating Out.
꒰ঌ Anonymous Request ໒꒱ : Hello, can I request Tsireya's female mate is quiet and shy, and just spends most of her time with Tsireya. So, when the Sully's arrive, one of them tries to get close to the reader romantically, but Tsireya is having none of it. Becoming, a bit possessive of her mate, showing off that reader is her's only.
꒰ঌ Summary ໒꒱ : When Tsireya sees you getting closer to Lo'ak, she makes sure that she lets him know that you're hers only.
꒰ঌ General Tags ໒꒱ : Nsfw and Mature Content.
꒰ঌ Content Warnings ໒꒱ : Aged!up Tsireya, Jealous! Tsireya, face sitting, oral (tsireya receiving), and fingering.
꒰ঌ Word Count ໒꒱ : 1,1k.
꒰ঌ Index ໒꒱ : Iknimaya — [right of passage] and Tewng — [loincloth].
꒰ঌ Notes ໒꒱ : Happy Kinktober everyone!! I'm so excited, this is my first Kinktober event and I hope y'all love my creations! Some stem from my ideas and some stem from requests. This is the first fxf smut fic I ever wrote so let me know if you guys like it and want to see more. Kinktober is really a place to try something you're not used to and I took advantage of that. Had this request sitting in my Google tasks list for the longest so when this event came up, I thought it would be good to get it done!!
꒰ঌ Extra ໒꒱ : Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 💙
Tsireya couldn't focus on the task as she watched you put your hands on Lo'ak’s chest as you taught him how to hold his breath longer.
Neteyam gave up on trying to focus Tsireya’s attention and moved over to where Rotxo was teaching Kiri. She continued watching as she bit down on her bottom lip and watched you and Lo’ak talk, her ears flickered when your sweet laughter filled the air.
Tsireya didn’t expect you to hit it off with him so well since you were always quiet and stayed to yourself so seeing you laughing up a storm with him was weird to her.
It made her feel an emotion she never felt before because it’s always been just you and her. Before she had nothing to worry about, many people showed interest in you even after the two of you started dating but you always turned them down. ‘I’m sure whatever he just said ain’t that funny,’ she thought to herself rolling her eyes, almost tempted to interrupt the two of you but decided to just walk away so she wouldn’t say something rude.
Going on a walk really made Tsireya clear her mind on the situation, she had no reason to be jealous because you’d never leave her for someone else. Lo’ak and you were just two friends getting to know each other and nothing more would happen between the two of you. Soon things will go back to normal where you normally stick to her side most of the time and she will have you all to herself.
Time has passed since then and the Sully’s have learned the way of the people and passed their iknimaya’s. The friendship between you and Lo’ak became more robust than ever and you spent every day with him which drove Tsireya crazy.
“Come on Reya, there’s nothing going on between me and Lo’ak!” You voiced as you looked to where she stood. “Don’t you trust me?” You questioned.
“I trust you but not him, he’s looking for something more, [Name],” she fired out as she furrowed her eyebrow bones together. Her tone had you squeezing your thighs together to give your core the attention it needed. You had never seen her this mad before, she was always so sweet.
Although her tone was making you feel aroused, you still didn’t like how she was acting. You and Lo’ak were just friends, she had nothing to worry about. “How would you know he wants something more!” You shoot back as you watch Tsireya’s eyes widen.
She felt a bit hurt that you couldn’t just trust her intuition, she knows Lo’ak’s intentions are more than he let on. “How can you not see it?” She questioned. “When the whole group is together and there are other places open to sitting, he sits right next to you, the way he’d act as if it was a mistake that his hand happens to brush against yours.” She continued on as she mentioned how he’s always looking at you when no one is looking.
Tsireya could feel the tears filling her eyes but she blinked them back. She couldn’t see a future without you and didn’t want to experience losing you. Your gaze softens when you see her fight back tears and slowly walk over to her taking her hands into yours, rubbing the back of her palm softly. “If you want me to stop talking to Lo’ak, I won’t and will keep my distance.” you offer letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.
“I think I have a better idea, you don’t have to stop talking to him, he just needs to know you’re mine,” Tsireya smirks as she starts to fondle with the strings of her tewng and once she loosens it, she discards it to the side. “I want you to lay down on your back, f’me.” She demands and a flustered smile reaches your face as you do what you were told.
Tsireya positioned herself with her knees on either side of your head, her pretty pussy completely exposed to you. Your soft hands wrapped around her thighs and lowered her dripping pussy to your lips. Tsireya looked down at the sight below her, it made her feel happy that she was the only one whom she could do this with, it made her almost want to come right there. You rub your thighs together to give some attention to your core as you smell her sweet arousal.
“Stay like that f’me, baby,” you mumbled against her inner thigh. She takes a deep breath as she nods her head in response, not a second longer you tug her down right onto your mouth.
“Shit,” she moaned out. She couldn’t help herself but grind her hips, fucking herself on your tongue as her hands traveled to her breasts, kneading them as she continued to ride your face. You moan against her clit, sending vibrations through her entire body.
“You’re making me feel so good…” she choked out as she pressed closer to your face and continued to fuck herself on your tongue.
Your tongue moved from her pussy and pulled her clit into your mouth, suckling on it greedily, making circles around it with your tongue, flickering it every so often. She threw her head back as she let out a pornographic moan.
“Fuck, [Name]!” she cried out. Her eyes clenched closed as her hips buckled faster and faster, the coil in her stomach so close to snapping as her toes curled. “I’m so fucking close, please make me cum…” she mewled as her eyes focused on you as you continued suckling on her clit, you slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. She began to fuck herself onto your fingers as she lets out soft but loud moans that could be heard by anyone that walked by.
With another flick to her bud, the coil in her stomach snaps as her body slumps, and her legs tremble as she releases all over your mouth and fingers. Your tongue laps up her sweet juices as she catches her breath. Your moan sends another vibration through her body, her oversensitive clit throbs. “I forgot how good you taste,” you said as she removed herself from on top of you, letting out a low chuckle, and fixed herself to lay her head on your chest.
“I missed this,” Tsireya murmured softly as you rubbed her arm. “You have no reason to get jealous, I’m only yours just as you’re all mine.” You say as you use your index finger to motion her head to look up at you. “No one can get in between that, do you hear me?” You questioned as a smile spread across your face and she nodded her head in agreement as she snuggled in closer to you as you kissed her forehead.
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jake sully eating you out - SMUT 18+ MDNI!! I HIT KIDS!
@pandoraslxna's kinktober prompt 02!
warnings: overstimulation, oral (f receiving), clit play, and tongue stuff ig yeah this one is nasty!!
"Lay back, love.." he croons, gently pushing back your torso with his strong arms. You comply, backing up to put your head on a pillow. He kisses around your navel and softly moves your thighs. "Spread 'em, honey,"
"I know what to do," you assure him. He smirks, kissing your pubic area as he unties your loincloth and pushes it away. You shudder at the exposure of your wet cunt to him. He takes it slow, kissing your folds and licking your slick before finally paying attention to your desperate clit.
"Ready?" he asks. You nod, but you definitely weren't ready. He quickly attaches his lips to your heat, sucking the sensitive nub passionately. The sudden stimulation makes you jump and you try to close your legs. Jake stops you, grabbing your thighs and forcing them wide open.
"Please!" you whine. Jake flicks your clit with his tongue and sucks it like he's starving. You arch your back and squirm, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation. But you're not strong enough. He's bigger. If he wants to continue eating your pussy, he can go for as long as he'd like because you aren't able to stop him. The pleasure is insane. You clench around nothing, and your orgasm approaches you faster than ever.
"Ya told me you were ready," he teases, muttering into your cunt. Your whole private area is wet and hot, dripping with Jake's saliva and your arousal. A tingling sensation takes over your clit, spreading around into your abdomen. You grab his hair, tugging at it and moaning. He sighs, giving you a break and pulling away for air. You pant, trying to relax yourself. "When I go back in, don't fucking cum until I tell you," he spits.
"What?" your body falls limp into the cot. Your practically sink in. He ignores you and leans back in, holding your legs open and grinding his clothed erection into the bed. This time, he slides his tongue into you. It slips past your folds and your walls squeeze it tightly. Your back arches again. He wiggles and curls his tongue inside of you, hitting that sweet, spongy spot.
"Fuck!" you whine. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and you pull roughly at his hair. He holds your shaking legs in place, spread apart. He continues to poke your sweet spot with his tongue. Your eyes roll back into your head and you cry out incoherent blabber as your climax rides itself out. You pray to Eywa when Jake's warm tongue exits you. You pant, watching him as he gets up and crawls next to you on the cot.
"You taste so good, baby," he pulls you into his arms and showers you with kisses.
It was a hot scorching day on Pandora, roaming on the long beaches was not a chance today, huddled in a mauri together minding their business, when a sudden delirious thought crossed your mind…
You looked around your friends and siblings around the room, kiri and rotxo were still underwater doing eywa knows what, your hand was itching to do something to your precious boyfriend, who sat beside you, the floor table in front of you gave the perfect coverage as your mind went out to more adventurous things you could do and one thing blew out the candle in your mind.
Ao'nung, unsuspecting of the incoming act, was startled when your warm hand brushed against his chest and stomach, his eyes going wide when your hand slide down to the band of his Tweng, that’s when stops your advances from reaching his cock, which was already starting to bulge, by grabbing your hand tightly on the wrist, glaring at you intently “what are you doing, syulang?!” His voice was stern yet quiet, almost threatening not to go further, but the growing bulge was saying otherwise.
Batting your eyelashes at him, a small pout forming on your lips “having some fun, sayrip, no one would know” your quiet little whisper was unheard by everyone in the room except him, he sucked in a breath, licking his lips, he wanted this but the risk was too great, Neteyam and tuk were napping, Lo’ak and Tsireya were to lost in each other to pay any attention.
A layer of sweat shone on his body as alarms blared in his mind but he was enjoying it too much to stop your hand that was now wrapped around his warm and pulsating dick, painfully erect as your thumb brushed against the dripping slit, already smeared with the beads of precum on the cloth, the damp patch on it was a solid proof of how much the situation turned him on.
Your hand never stops exploring when you bury your nose in his neck, taking a good sniff of his sea and salt musk, his arm instinctually going around your waist to hold you down, a soft whine accidentally escaping his lips when you twisted his bulbous tip slightly, just enough to let the feeling run up his spine, making goosebumps rise on his body in pleasure "y/n…shit don't do this" he groaned softly as his eyes fluttered close while he tried not to make any unexpected noise, "what? Why not?" You said with a sly smile, a voice so innocent and sweet it almost made him cum right then and there.
Your hand now squeezing and pumping up and down on his length while his fingers were tangled in your hair as mouth worked on his neck, fangs grazing enough to leave slight marks, tongue running down the span of his skin, the minute tang of saltiness from the beach filling your mouth, the sensation making your pussy drip and clamp around nothing, hidden behind its confines of your loin cloth, his eyes were wide from the efforts to not make any sound as well as to keep an eye for your brothers who were in the same room.
Ao'nung bit down on his hand as your hand went back up to his sensitive tip, your pinky slipping past his slit, slowly bottoming out to you knuckle, his breathing became erratic head thrown back in attempts to stay quiet, you looked up at him with a smirk and a playful gleam in your eyes.
"so much for being a "freak", right nung?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, the thrill of doing him in the same room as your brothers was insane.
"Skxwang…" he grunted out, letting his hand fall on your thigh, squeezing it hard as you removed your pinky out in an agonizingly slow pace, instead gripping the base of his cock tightly, flicking his balls earning a breathy yelp, which he quickly covered up by coughing as he held you tightly making sure it looked like you were just napping together as neteyam and lo'ak looked at your direction.
"You good, sis?" Your younger brother, lo'ak, asked suspiciously while tsireya dozed off in his arms.
You fained a yawn as if you just woke up from a nap "is something wrong, bro?" Faking a sleepy accent while stroking his throbbing dick under the floor table, squeezing it at several places, hidden from lo'ak's eyes.
"Yeah, I thought I heard…. Nevermind" he whispered looking confused at what that unusual sound was.
Ao'nung was sweating buckets, pressing his lips together in a thin line with a wobbly smile as your hand now gripped his balls, fondling with them even going far as to give some gentle pinches, his hand gripping your thigh in a death grip while he tired to maintain a straight face, surely leaving some handprints behind "it's okay, bro, i just had a cough" his voice hoarse from the restraints which was quite impressive to you.
Your brother just shrugged and went back to cuddling with his girlfriend and ao'nung went SLACK, face scrunched up as he bit his lip, eyes screwed shut "please… just do it!" He whimpered quietly.
You pumped his cock at a faster pace, the vigorous action had him biting down on your neck, his hands gripping your waist in a vice grip, a set of muffled sounds vibrating on your neck as he got closer to his release with each languid strokes "Fuck…y/n.."
"Is my dear boyfriend liking it?" You teased relentless, pumping him mercilessly as his mouth fell into an 'O' shape, hiding his face shameful in your shoulder as he came right in your palm, the milky white viscous liquid dripping down your wrist, pulling your hand out and bringing it to your mouth, licking each drop of his cum while staring at him in the eyes smirking as he sat there, head on your shoulder breathing heavily.
"I hate you…" his half hearted whisper only made a bubble of giggles rise up your chest "oh we both know the answer to that, baby" you said back with a wink "you still have to pay me back for this" which evidently made a grin form on his lips.
He grabbed your hand which was sticky from before and kissed it "you can count on me, sweetheart, I'll surely make it up to you" he said against your skin as he trailed a line of kisses from your plan to your lips "we'll see about that…" was your only response or the only thing you could say in between the kiss, brothers be damned.
𝐀/𝐧 : Ahhhhh my first Kinktober fic, I'm so happy, please like, reblog and comment to let me know if it's good 😊💚
