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Tarsem
tarsem x fem ometikaya, childhood friends to lovers - 800+ fluff
him finding little things that remind him of you. a small flower, curled against its self in the sun. the fallen branch of a mighty tree. a shining stone in the bank of a river
bringing them back to hq with him. trying to find the right moment to give them to you casually, but there’s nothing casual about it. every bit of your soul shines in the world, he looks for you wherever he goes
this can never be casual. he knows it. and yet in his heart his soul body and mind he is consumed by you
the thought of another being audience to your smile, your sweet words and sweeter gestures fills him with a horrid bile of teeming jealousy
he wishes to be the only one. the sole receiver of such pure energy. boundless and so bright, dancing through life
he doesn’t know how to approach you will all this. dream walker, so different from himself. he knows others are interested be sees the way they look at you. at dinner, when you tell stories of earth. feigning eagerness just to be close to you
none of them know you like he. none could provide, protect, please you like him
when he makes it back. little things tucked inside the satchel on his chest, he sees you first
“hey so’lek” you hum. cleaning your weapon, tongue poking from between your lips as you sit on the floor.
“hello” his ears twitch, tail slashing wildly
“anything interesting out there?” you pause your work to look up at him with a fond smile
“ah. no.” he shrugs
you hum again, going back to your work
he carries on, trying to find a bundle of herbs he stored away somewhere but his legs stop him. he turns back to you, now completely in your own world. his feet take him right back. fingers digging into his satchel, taking out the flower, branch, stone
he holds them out in one hand, crouching to be her level with you. “for you.” it comes out much harder than anticipated, strained
you only smile at him, taking the gifts gingerly and setting them down beside you. did you not like them? you did not spare them a glace. should he have brought something different? he knew he should have gone-
his thoughts are derailed as you wrap your arms around him, pressing your bodies together in a warm hug
“thank you so’lek” you mumble in his ear
his ears go flat. tail thumping against the ground, sending the little stone jumping up and down. he finds the brain to wrap his arms around you tighter. you smell as sweet as ever
“you are welcome”
you unlatch with a laugh, taking each gift and running your fingers along them gently. “i love them.”
nesim would be all teasing and coy throughout the day, just to watch you squirm under her gaze
“have you lost your voice?” laughing at the way your eyes dart around the communal dinner
“no. i have not lost it. you are starting to lose your reason.” you hiss back, putting your attention back to the food
nesim tilts her head, dropping a hand to your waist and looping a finger around the ties and knots of your loincloth. “be careful, i might just lose all of it.” not caring at the strained glaces the other people of her clan give one another
you still under the warm press of your fingers on your skin. the gentle feeling of each finger as it drags along the fibers of your rather minimal clothing
she would take you right here, in front of everyone. lay you out all open and splayed to taste what’s hers. unraveling you on her tongue. and the thought only makes your cheeks burn
Im absolutely in love with your angsty so'lek x reader series and can't wait to read more! This new little snippet has me so excited (and scared for reader and so'lek) for what you have in store :).
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thank you! it always brings me sm joy knowing people love it as much as i do. it’s definitely a long haul passion project but i have much hope
reader gets no breaks i fear it’s just bullshit after bullshit. maybe so’lek comes around. maybe he doesn’t and reader is left to pick up the pieces. who knows
solek x avatar reader angst bc its been so sooo long
there was once a time when solek would have done close to anything to have rid you from his life. due to nothing but annoyance and inconvenience. now he begs to remove the ache and insanity that clings to him
from indifference to annoyance to anger to jealousy to envy to yearning. this is the path he has gone down, a path of madness.
when you come back for the last time, after being taken by wukula, that is what breaks him. you are so far gone from who you once were, detached from the warrior you came to them as. now a shell, tormented by the past
he should have tried harder to find you. all of this, your undoing, is his fault.
in the late hours of the night when you think no one is awake to witness, you search for wukula. crying out in faint sobs for a man who completely destroyed you. yet you remain bound to him
you lose your appetite, forbid yourself from the skies, stay in one place all day to chase ghosts
its particularly bad one stormy night. you cry, cuddled in furs and blankets in the far corner of your room. is it still your room if you are not the same person? you tore your bed apart, used the mattress to block the door, the sheets to make this half assed pile that you sleep in
its teylan who calls him, waking him from his sleep and begging solek to do something, anything just please.
"she is not well, she is going to hurt herself doing this every night."
so solek breaks the door down, tosses the mattress aside and pries your hands away from where they pull and drag against your skin. against wukuls mark on your chest, his name, carved into you by his blade
you sob, unable to see straight. you try and fight him, bitting and scratching but you have nothing left in you. you let solek dress your wounds, patch you up, clean up your room. getting your bed back in order and setting you down gently in the middle. arranging the furs and blankets around you as you blink with wet eyes.
"stay." is all you have to say, wide eyes wet and tear streaked begging for warmth
he caves at this request. he sits at the edge of your bed for the whole night, watching you get a good nights rest for the first time in a long time
Thinking about Nesim hunting you down through the woods at night. It started off with her doing it purely because you'd asked her to (she thought it'd just be a childish game of chase, but she humored you because she likes to see your sweet face light up). But then something kicks on in her brain during the middle of it. Something in the way your pretty doe eyes fill with genuine fear when you look over your shoulder and see her round the corner you'd just made, and she thinks oh... this is a lot more fun than it should be.
And by the time she caught up to you and pinned you to the ground, her body bearing down on you from behind and after all your innocent laughter had slowly fizzled out along with the adrenaline, all you can hear is her heavy breathing against your ear 'cause she got herself worked up without you even doing anything. She sits up slow, and in your dazed confusion, you move to follow, but a big hand suddenly curls around your nape and forces your face back into the grass.
“Do you know how hard it is to catch you,” she whispers against your ear, a dangerous growl building in her tone you'd never heard from her before that made you shiver.
Her fingers then press into the veins on the sides of your throat, making you feel all kinds of floaty. She gives a final warning shove to your nape, a silent “stay put”, and you listen, obedient and pliant for her. It's only when you feel something tugging your loincloth down that you finally realize what was happening— Nesim liked that.
You weren't expecting this outcome from your innocent request for a game of chase, but you definitely weren't complaining.
༺ Summary: Rumors were floating around that Etuwa was courting you, little did they know it was far more than that
༺ CW: 18+, MDNI, making out, explicit sex, oral reader!receiving, scissoring, biting, fingering, yes talk us through it Etuwa, kinda drawn out but this is yuri so that tracks, literally over 4k words of smut
༺ Translations:
- Kelku: home/house | - Yawntu: lover/loved one
- Yuey: beautiful | - Yawne: beloved
༺ Notes: guys this song has a fucking chokehold on me. Etuwa is literally the hottest character I’ve ever written for I’m obsessed
The plants felt warm beneath your fingertips, having spent the entire day in their small clearing baking under the sun, which was now starting to creep downward in pursuit of the horizon. Time was ticking before the bright forest around you would descend into the soft glow of nighttime on Pandora. Beautiful as it was, you had no plans of spending the night so far from Hometree.
You scooped up the patch of carefully harvested herbs, laying them thoughtfully in the pack that slung over your shoulder. It wasn't exactly organized, only just enough not to mingle with the already cleaned and wrapped meat you'd spent the morning hunting for. But you already had plans to fix that, en route to one of the Aranahe camps before heading home. Once there, you could pass off some of the load and repack it for the return trip.
Once the pack was secured around your shoulders again, tucked beneath the string of your hunting bow, you turned and made for denser trees in the direction of the camp. You walked with a built-in navigation that could only be made by the lifetime you'd spent here. The forest was just as familiar to you as the back of your hand.
Soreness started to kick in, only a compliment to your well-used muscles. The day had been long, yes, but not fruitless. It was evident in the dull ache that made itself known every few steps. Etuwa would have an herb mixture that could soothe it. You made a mental note to ask her upon your return.
Etuwa. The thought of her stole your focus quicker than you'd care to admit. As you walked, all you could see was the image of your mate impatiently waiting for your arrival. Mate. A word you were not yet used to using. It had been a few precious weeks now, but everything still felt like a dream.
As you walked, your thoughts suddenly drifted through some of your most recent memories; the view of her strong body pressed flush to yours, the shameless sounds she made in your ear, the feeling of her open mouth on your neck. The thoughts made your tail lash harshly, having to snap yourself out of it. There would be plenty of time to relive those memories once you were safely home.
Quicker than you expected, you found yourself climbing the tangled tree roots and up onto the first woven platform of the camp. There were a few polite words of greeting upon your entrance, smiles shared as you passed off a portion of your haul to remain here.
"You are always a welcome face," One woman told you, taking particular interest in the herbs you had just gathered. "These will be useful."
You nodded in agreement, making sure to leave a couple extra for her. "There is a healthy growth not far from here. Just south." You said, watching her ears perk at the information. "Could be worth another look." She thanked you for both the herbs and the location, turning to bring them inside the open shelter.
You kept mostly to yourself after that, quietly rewrapping and repacking your day's findings so it would be more suitable for travel. Your fingers worked diligently, redoing each little bundle with care. This way, you would not have to unpack them again the moment you returned home. There were other priorities you planned to address first.
This was another little reminder of the woman who waited for you at Hometree. You glanced up at the sun to judge its position, which was getting increasingly lower. Etuwa would likely beat you back to the kelku.
Try as you may to hold onto your focus, your thoughts kept slipping. It was difficult not to let them. You felt like a lovesick puppy, being so freshly mated with the woman you love so deeply. She took up a huge portion of your mind, even now as your hands began working in autopilot.
You stopped trying to prevent your mind from wandering, telling yourself it was by choice and definitely not because you had failed. And you failed horribly.
But how were you to succeed when everything reminded you of her? Even the way you tied up the small bundle of plants surfaced the memory of Etuwa undoing the same ties on your waistcloth. Her nimble fingers always made sure to drag extra slowly across your hips.
Just as you had the final bundle packed away, hushed voices pulled your attention back to reality, drawing your pointed ears in the direction they came from.
"I heard that Etuwa is courting her." The statement was so quiet that it just barely reached your ears. But the confidence with which it was spoken told you that they were completely oblivious to your presence.
"Where have you heard this?" A second voice asked. "Have you seen it with your eyes?"
“Have you seen her?” Countered the first. “Every time that young warrior is around, she behaves differently.”
That was another thing. Neither of you had said a word about mating yet to the rest of your clan. Not because it was a secret, but because you agreed to simply enjoy each other first before worrying about clan responsibilities involved with the tsahìk taking a mate. It seemed word was going to reach their ears sooner or later. They weren't wrong, technically, you were courted by Etuwa. But that was no longer the appropriate word to describe your relationship. You snickered quietly at the thought.
"Well, she does spend more time with her now." The second voice chimed in again, still completely unaware that you were hearing this. "I swear I am starting to smell her on Etuwa."
You pressed a palm to your mouth silently at the words, a blush subtly creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. That part was true. But simply spending more time together was not the reason for your scent lingering on your mate.
As hard as it was to, you stood yourself up and gathered your back and bow, slinging them both over your shoulder. An ear stayed pointed in the direction of your gossipers to hear if they would say anything more, but it seemed another topic had become more interesting. With the shake of your head, you strode across the platform and down onto the forest floor. There was still a long walk home.
Roughly half an hour had passed before you reached Hometree, and your pack was starting to feel heavier. You shifted its weight a little to relieve your shoulder. Inside, it was particularly lively this evening, every last Aranahe member who had been out enjoying the warm weather now gathered together, not quite ready to let the day come to an end. They were all calm, peacefully speaking and laughing amongst themselves as if they had nowhere to be anytime soon. It was the opposite if you, who strode past toward exactly the place you wanted to be.
Without much thought past putting one foot in front of the other, you climbed the twists and turns of Hometree in the direction of Etuwa's kelku, which was now yours as well. Something about the thought of seeing her there in mere moments made your feet move a little quicker.
The noise of the cheerful Aranahe gave way to quiet as you approached the woven entrance to your kelku, sliding it out of the way to duck inside. You found exactly what you were looking for there. Etuwa was lounged casually in your shared pile of furs, limbs stretched out comfortably, and body angled to face the small fire that lived on one end of the home. Your eyes fell over her nearly completely exposed body, armor having been abandoned and switched out with an intricate beaded top and a thin little waistcloth. Judging by the heap her armor was left in, she hadn't arrived very long ago.
It was hard not to take advantage of the moment to run your eyes over her strong frame, drinking in the image of every curve and muscle. The top she chose made them unbelievably easy to see. But it didn't take long before you were caught, Etuwa's head tilting to meet your gaze.
"Ma yawntu." She purred, pushing herself up to her feet to greet you. It only took a few seconds before she had you, hands curled around your arms and sliding up slowly toward your shoulders. "Long day, I assume?"
All the tension left your body the moment you felt her touch against your skin, so you sighed into a smile. "Very." Was your simple response, making up for it by leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
You were foolish if you thought you'd get away with just that. Etuwa immediately pulled you back in until your lips met. The kiss was gentle, but there was a hunger beneath it, one that sparked to life your first night together and still refused to be satisfied.
She must have felt this on you, because she decided to tease you with it. You felt her tongue swipe slowly across your lower lip before pulling away, retreating even as you tried to lean back in. You groaned dramatically in protest, only putting a smirk on her face.
"Come, make it all the way inside at least." She told you, sliding your bow and pack up over your head. "That way, I can rid you of this armor properly." The words were so blunt, you were stunned for a moment, heat jumping to your cheeks. You shouldn't be surprised by now. This was Etuwa. She had always been fond of seeing you blush for her.
All you could do was follow as she crossed the small space to lay your things near a pile of supplies. Instinctively, you reached for a basket with your clothing to select a more comfortable outfit, but Etuwa had beaten you to that too. With a hand settling at your hip, she handed you a pile of clothing she had already laid aside. You recognized it immediately as one of your favorites. The waistcloth was thin and simple, but cut just right to show off the muscles along your hips and rear. The top was mostly large feathers, placed just well enough that you weren't considered naked, but only just. This particular outfit was one you would wear when you wanted Etuwa to see.
She handed it to you, but you did not take it. "I thought you were undressing me." You challenged with a sly smile on your lips, the words making her tail swish in contradiction to the growing smirk on her face.
Etuwa set the clothes down beside her with precision, leaning in to brush her lips against the spot just below your ear. "I will undress you as many times as you would like." She assured, tilting her head so her teeth could graze the edge of your ear, satisfied by the shudder that ran through your body.
You slid your hands up her toned back until you reached her neck, slipping a couple of fingers beneath the strap of her top. "Then let us start now." You muttered just as her mouth pressed firmly to the skin below your ear. With your words, you watched her tail lash and felt her lips part, allowing her teeth to graze your neck. The feeling sent a shock through your body, undeniably pleasurable, but not enough. You wanted her on your mouth.
As you felt her lips travel upward, you cupped the back of her neck, tilting your head to speed up the progress until her lips slotted firmly against yours. You couldn't help but groan into the kiss, heat pooling in your abdomen.
It was messy, so different from the slow and deliberate movements you had used before. This was bolder, more desperate, all that hunger starting to creep toward the surface. Mouths moved in almost a staggered rhythm, constantly fighting to be closer, to deepen the kiss further.
One of Etuwa's hands slid down your clothed chest, hurriedly maneuvering you backward until your back pressed against the wall and your chest to your lover's. You felt your heart thumping repeatedly in your ribcage at the sudden excitement. She was everywhere. Hands roaming your body with only your armor to block her way. But all the places you wanted her were hidden beneath it.
You broke the kiss gasping, only just long enough to breathe. "Etuwa, take this off me." You instructed between breaths, growing steadily more impatient with each passing second. She huffed a breathless laugh, hands sliding back behind your neck to fumble for your ties.
The sight of her swollen but smiling lips, sheen with your saliva, would have been enough to make your knees buckle if she didn't still have you caged between her and the wall behind you. Naturally, your reaction was to lean in and capture her lips again, making sure they stayed looking that way. This made her task of ridding you of your clothing slightly more challenging, her hands pausing momentarily at the tie to grip the garment tightly.
As much as you begged for her to strip you of your armor, you didn't make it easy for her. Just as you felt the tie come undone, revealing the bare muscle of your back underneath, you tilted your head just barely to suck on her lower lip, teeth grazing skin. The feeling was agonizingly good, her whole body shuddering as a muffled groan left her mouth.
"I thought you wanted this off," She barely got out, cut off by you pulling her in closer, brows pinching at the feeling of her lips so firmly set against yours. Etuwa had to work around, leaning away just enough to let your chestpiece fall from your body and move it carefully to the side. The moment it was gone, she positioned herself against your bare chest. The feeling of your breasts pressed to hers, only separated by the tiny details of her top, was absolutely dizzying.
Suddenly, her hand dipped lower, dragging down your side to hook a finger under the strap of your waistcloth. She tugged at it just enough for you to feel it. Your breath hitched, mouth parting from hers to lean your head back against the wall behind you. "Etuwa," You warned as her fingertips slowly wandered across your hips.
Wordlessly, she latched her mouth onto the side of your neck, lips parting to let her tongue press flat to the skin there. The move sent your tail lashing behind you. She repeated this in several places, slowly working her way down your neck and chest, tongue traveling skillfully all the way down your abdomen. Eventually, she had dropped to her knees, arms holding your waist in support rather than control. It was needed, given that your legs felt like collapsing now.
"I want to taste you," She mumbled against the skin of your hip, one hand falling to grip the strap of your waistcloth. Just as you managed to open your mouth for a reply, you felt her teeth sink into your skin, replacing your words with a sharp hiss. Etuwa immediately swirled her tongue over the bite to soothe the sting. A very clear mark was left in her wake.
"You are such a tease." You muttered, bringing a hand to her temple and brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face. Etuwa smiled into your skin, clearly pleased by the effect she had on you.
Slowly, reluctantly, as if she wished to kiss your skin forever, she removed her mouth and rested her chin against the dip between your hip and thigh to gaze up at you. "How could I not be, when I have you for my mate?" She purred the words with a swaying tail, fingers still teasing the strap at your hip.
Before you could even blink, she had a second hand reaching around to find the ties above your tail. In one quick, practiced movement, she had it undone, both hands coming to either side of your hips to drag the garment down your legs. Once you were free of it, Etuwa let out a low groan, immediately pressing a firm kiss to one of your thighs.
You could tell she wanted to savor you by the patient way her hands slid up your thighs. It was slow and unhurried, a contrast from the sloppy kisses you had shared just moments ago. "You choose now to take your time?" You questioned as her lips teased your glistening folds, hovering just close enough but just far enough away to be agonizing. A subtle smile appeared on her face.
"Patience, my love." She cooed, tracing soothing circles into your thigh. The tone she used made your heart do a flip, voice somewhere between soft and seductive. You hummed in response to it, feeling your body light up every time she came close to where you needed her.
Her desire must have won out over her self-control because her hands suddenly curled, pressing her fingertips into your skin. In the slowest, most agonizing move ever, she slid her tongue through your folds, licking a long, hot stripe all the way to your clit. A string of Na'vi curses left your mouth at the sudden stimulation, unable to stop your hips from rolling forward.
The pace she set was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to the pressure of her wonderful tongue before increasing in intensity. All you could do was take it, a hand reaching up to grasp a fistful of her hair for stability. But stability was something you were failing horribly at. With each lick and swirl and suck from Etuwa, you felt your legs weakening, succumbing to the sensation constantly delivered between them. She noticed this immediately, one hand spreading wide to hold you comfortably at your lower belly. The other continued tracing patterns at your hip.
With each movement, you felt the coil slowly being wound in the pit of your stomach. Oh, how she knew just what it took to undo you. As if she wasn't already buried between your legs, she pressed herself in closer, pulling at your hips until she had you rocking into her. You were in pure bliss, each and every movement hitting just the right spot to bring that familiar heat to your core. She was fully aware.
Her pace suddenly increased, using her strong arms to guide your hips, helping you chase your high. "Etuwa—" You gasped her name quietly, mouth agape and head thumping back against the wall. Only a few more fiery strokes from her tongue, and she had you. Pleasure rocked through your body in shockwaves, stealing what little strength was left in your legs. This time, she let your body slide down the wall, guiding you to straddle her lap. Her fingers were quick to replace her mouth, rubbing circles against your clit to ride through your orgasm. Your arms came to wrap tightly around her shoulders, burying a whimper into the curve of her neck as your hips rolled into her hand.
“That is it, yawntu.” She purred in your ear as your body began to relax, fingers gradually slowing as you came back down. “You are so good, my love.”
You slumped against her breathlessly, taking advantage of the position to press a few featherlight kisses to the skin of her neck. Her response was immediate, scooping you up in her arms as she brushed her cheek against the top of your head.
You searched for words to say, but none seemed good enough for that moment. So all you did was giggle happily, nuzzling your nose into her shoulder. Etuwa was right there with you, squeezing you tight in her embrace as a symphony of blissful laughter passed her lips. Once the fit had ended, you lifted your head and brought both hands up to cup her face. Your heart twirled at the wide grin spread across her lips.
She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, peppering more all over your face until your giggling fit started over. Each one was filled with affection so strong, you could swear you had died and gone to the ancestors. It was hard to believe a love so strong could exist on Pandora, but it did, and it was yours. Warmth bloomed across your skin at that.
Etuwa finished at your lips again, lingering there for a moment longer. You could taste yourself on her, tail flicking at the subtle reminder of what had just occurred moments ago. It drew a sigh out of you, blocked and muffled against her mouth.
She broke the kiss only when your lungs demanded air. Silently, she reached out in the direction of the abandoned outfit she had chosen for you earlier. Before her hands could reach it, you caught her gently by the wrist, pulling her back to press a kiss to her palm. "We do not need those, yuey." You told her, eyes finding hers through your lashes. She understood your words immediately. You were not finished yet. That perfect smile returned to her face as the meaning sank in, a hand sliding up to cup your neck in the perfect mix between firm and gentle. She wasn't finished either.
Slowly, you pushed yourself up to your feet, hand grasping her forearm to guide her toward the thick pile of furs across the kelku. She followed you more than willingly, letting you lead her wherever you wanted. You stopped just as you reached the thick bedding, turning around to face her.
Your hands trailed up her arms, finding the intricate straps of her top. "Let us get rid of this, hm?" You teased, locating the ties easily. "You are far overdressed." A smirk crawled onto your lips at the swish of her tail your words earned.
It took almost no effort to rid her of her top, letting it fall to her feet and revealing her bare chest beneath it. Eywa, she was beautiful. Next, you kneeled down to work at her waistcloth, undoing it and removing it just as quickly as the top. But before you could do anything further, she followed you to the floor and snaked her arms around you, pulling you down with her into the soft furs. The moment you hit the bedding, she had you pulled flush against her, a hand under your thigh to hook it over her legs.
You two lay like that for a moment, Etuwa's eyes searching yours in nothing but raw affection. "I adore you," She whispered, smiling at the way your ears pointed forward.
"I am yours forever, Etuwa." You told her, rolling onto your stomach so that you were practically on top of her, draping a bent arm over her chest. Her response was to tighten her hold around your torso, making sure you stayed pressed right up against her.
"Well, that is good news." She teased with a short laugh, placing a long kiss on your forehead. Patiently, you wandered into the curve of her neck, nuzzling your cheek against the skin there. Her scent was muddled a little, so strongly mixed with yours that you were sure she would never lose the smell of you. If they hadn't before, others would definitely notice it this time.
The reminder of the conversation you had overheard earlier drew out the tiniest laugh, really no more than a puff of air. It was still enough for your lover to notice. "What is it?" She inquired, tilting her head to try to get a better look at you.
“They talk about us,” You informed her, tail thumping lightly against the furs. “The rest of the clan.”
“Do they?” She replied, dragging a hand knowingly up your spine. Her tone was lower, giving away that she had likely overheard her own conversations.
“I heard a pair of hunters speaking about us.” Your lips wandered down her neck, brushing the skin but not yet kissing it.
“And what do they say, yawne?” Her fingers reached your neck, trailing up and down it slowly.
"They think you are courting me, but they do not know we have mated." You explained with the slightest smirk, just wide enough to reveal the points of your fangs. A brow raised as you lifted your head to gaze at her knowingly. "They also say you smell of me."
You watched her expression as she calculated your words, going through the same thing you did when you first heard the conversation. "They do not think we have made it official?" She asked in confirmation, head tilting just slightly. You shook your head slowly, drinking up the sudden tension that bloomed between you. Without warning, Etuwa rolled you over until your back was flat against the plush pile of bedding. She climbed aboard your lap, straddling your hips and leaning forward until her face was mere centimeters from yours. "Should we make it official?" Her lips ghosted yours as the words were spoken, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes.
You tilted your head back to allow her mouth to find your pulse point, just under your jaw. "We will make it official as many times as you would like." You mimicked her statement from earlier in the same seductive tone, sending her tail lashing at the air behind her.
Etuwa let out something like a groan, leaning down on one elbow to support herself as her hand slid behind your head. As she rested her weight on one arm, placed right beside your head, the muscle in her bicep flexed naturally in your peripheral. The sight of it drew a shudder up your spine, ears pinning softly.
Her steady fingers brushed the base of your kuru gently, carefully bringing it over your shoulder to meet it with hers. Tendrils embraced, locking and connecting you by a force that ran deeper than the roots of Pandora. All you could do was smile, like you did every time you made tsaheylu with Etuwa. It felt as if the very essence of her soul was washed over you. It filled you with peace, yes, but also intense affection and, below that, the same strong hunger that stirred in your body. She hummed, leaning her head down to press a long kiss to your temple. Everything you felt from the connection, she did too. It was truly a blissful thing.
You hooked a couple of fingers under her chin, dragging her mouth back to yours. When they met, you felt her whole body melt into you. It was intoxicating, having her body so close to you, every curve fitting into place like pieces of a puzzle.
Eventually, Etuwa broke the kiss, slowly sitting up onto her knees. You followed her there, quick to place both hands on either side of her hips. "Want to touch you." You muttered, leaning in to place several open-mouthed kisses across her chest. She had other plans, you could tell, but she still allowed you to indulge in this, sighing as a hand curled inward to swipe a finger through her folds, finding the slick waiting for you there.
Her hands cupped your neck with all the gentleness she could muster, head right beside yours to make sure every sound she made went right into your ear. You did a fantastic job of drawing those sounds out of her. Etuwa moaned shamelessly as your fingers circled her clit, throwing away any self-control she had left.
Slowly, you ran your fingers down to her entrance, hooking one inside her. It was quickly followed by a second as her hips rocked forward. While your fingers worked diligently, your mouth resumed its task at her chest, lips and tongue trailing to the side of her breast. You sucked at her skin, making sure it was enough to leave a little mark before moving on, dragging your mouth to her nipple to use your tongue there.
Your thumb resumed circling her clit, slowly building heat inside her. It was easily shared through the bond, the gradual approach of her high. But before you could chase it for her, she took you by the wrist and pulled your hand away from her. The loss of contact was a strong feeling, one that even you protested. But she still had her other plans.
Etuwa leaned forward, gently laying you back down against the furs. They were soft below your body, wrapping you in its warmth as your lover positioned herself over top of you once again. "I think it is time they all know you are mine." She told you, head tilting so her lips could easily find the skin of your neck. Slowly, savoring every second, she let her mouth fall open, sucking intensely at your skin until there was a fresh mark. You couldn't help but moan at the feeling.
One of her hands came up to hold the other side of your head, bracing you as she moved onto the next spot, lower on your neck now. This time, her pointed teeth participated, leaving a bite mark that perfectly matched the one on your hip. The moan was replaced with a subtle hiss, one of your hands moving to grip at her waist.
She repeated this process until she was satisfied, a trail of visible marks blooming across your skin. Her gaze raked over them before finding your face, a grin on her lips that showed the teeth responsible for the handywork. "We will see now if they still believe I am only courting you." She told you, thumb brushing back and forth along your jaw.
You breathed a blissful laugh, watching your mate as she slid down your body to position herself between your legs. Your body felt as if it was on fire, sensing how close her heat was to yours. All it would take is the slightest movement at her hips to make contact.
That is exactly what she did.
While her strong arms embraced you, half supporting, half pinning your body against the floor, she sank herself down onto you. Skin met skin in the most euphoric way, drawing out a mixture of gasps and moans from both of you. You would never get used to this feeling.
"You are perfect." She mumbled, voice drunk off the sensation that ran between your bodies. Once you had caught your breath—or more accurately, once your need had grown too strong to ignore, she began a slow grind against you, heat sparking with every movement. You could do nothing but relish in the feeling of the sensitive contact, clit rolling and sliding against hers in a way that stole what air was left in your lungs.
The powerful sensation of her rhythmic thrusts, mixed with the shared pleasure through tsaheylu, brought that knot back to your stomach. You could feel it in hers as well, building at the same steady pace. "We are close, ma yawntu. You are doing so well." She breathed out between moans, eliciting the sharp thump of your tail against the ground beside you.
Her weight suddenly shifted to intensify her angle, significantly amplifying the pleasure that bloomed in your body. It was everywhere; through your legs that fought not to tremble, in your pelvis that continuously took on the strength of hers, across your skin that felt touched by the sun itself. Your hips bucked upward instinctively to chase the feeling.
"Yawne," You spoke almost weakly as the heat between you approached its head. She somehow maintained her pace, even increasing it despite the way you could feel her coming undone. You felt her movements grow a little messier with each passing second.
"Finish with me, ma yawntu." She encouraged you, uttering the words directly into your pointed ear. There was something like a whimper laced into her words, truly losing any last shred of her composure. You took no convincing beyond that.
The climax crashed over both of you, muscles tensing and hips stuttering. The sounds that fell from both of your lips were a reflection of the pure ecstasy that rolled through you, moans and cries mixing into a perfect melody. Etuwa rode your core through all of it, until your bodies came back down and every last ounce of fluid was mixed and dripping down your thighs. When you finally did recover, she practically collapsed on top of you, body still firmly pressed to yours.
"Do you think they will notice now?" She teased suddenly, face buried in the curve of your neck. You could feel her satisfied grin at the work she had done. Thanks to the obvious marks left across your body and the overwhelming combined scents of you and her, anyone who saw you within the next few days would know exactly what had happened.
You breathed a final sigh, unable to help but let a few breathless laughs bubble to the surface. "Yes, I think they will notice." You assured, pulling her in to hold her tightly against you. Even if they didn't, you would make it known now that Etuwa was yours. Rumors could continue if they wished, but that would always be true.
thinking of a x reader but instead of navi or avatar you are a space smuggling theif that happens to crash land on pandora following a rather lively pursuit by none other than the RDA
it’s a long and complicated story of how you got into the whole business in the first place. but it stands to be the fastest and greatest way to make money in any galaxy
people pay you to take things you shouldn’t have to where they shouldn’t be for extraordinary prices. and who are you to say no when someone anonymous sends you a message on your secure telecommunication channel, triple what you’re used to getting
the job is simple, sneak onto an RDA shipping vessel, grab the crate with the serial numbers that were sent to you, and deliver them to a busy port station you know well
easy pease. until it isn’t. you get the crate, get the hell out of there, only to find a ship on your tail. equipped with weapons larger then you’ve ever seen, and subsequently hunting you down
you can not loose it and when it does make its mark, it hits you right to your engine and sends you flying through space completely out of control
you end up setting your sights on the nearest thing your sensors can make out in the darkness of space. unbeknownst to you it’s pandora
when you do land, its in the middle of the forest. and who but the one and only jake to find you
Tags! — bold!Nesim, gnc!Tamtey, flirting, teasing, hints at Nesim undressing Tamtey, hints at nsfw towards the end.
A/N: There's a tremendous lack of Nesim x reader fanfics and so I've taken it upon myself to start writing them. Please take this rushed, unedited piece for now while I brainstorm ideas for an actual fanfic :)!!
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Obvious!Nesim, who welcomes Tamtey into The Circle with a big smile and a bowl of zangke already prepared.
Obvious!Nesim, who is always so prouf of herself. When asked how she knew Tamtey was arriving, she only lets out a boisterous laugh. "Tsamsiyu! You know my scouts have the sharpest eyes in all of Pandora! Come! Sit and tell me of your recent adventures. I need a beautiful voice like yours to soothe me after a day full of my stressful duties."
Obvious!Nesim, who does not listen to a single word from Tamtey's story. She's too focused on them. The soothing hum of their voice. The way their eyes crease at the corners when they smile. The soft flutter of their lashes over their blue cheeks.
Obvious!Nesim, who can't control herself. She reaches out to wipe off the smudged face paint, only to trace a calloused fingertip over the bioluminescent freckles on their skin.
Obvious!Nesim, who only grins when Tamtey begins to stumble over their words. "You have lost your place in the story, tsamsiyu." She teases, tilting her head to one side. "Does my touch make you nervous?"
Obvious!Nesim, whose tail begins to twitch with excitement as she watches Tamtey go speechless at her blunt words. She doesn't stop, though. Not unless Tamtey stops her.
Obvious!Nesim, who lets her finger trail down the Sarentu's neck until it hooks on the intricate chest piece that sits perfectly on their skin. There's no doubt in her mind that Tamtey crafted it themself. "Strong, tight weaving..." Her hand follows the pattern of the dyed fiber. "Made by a firm hand..."
Obvious!Nesim, who's golden eye slowly drifts over the striped skin under her hand. "An olo'ektan's hands are more experienced, you know." Her hand tugs on the fabric, just enough to expose more skin to her hungry eye.
Obvious!Nesim, whose grin grows even wider when she realizes Tamtey has no intentions to stop her bold touches.
Nesim LIVES for teasing So'lek by grabbing all of Veyta's attention and approval, especially because she knows he wouldn't dare too much with her because she is Olo'eykte 😎
pause!!!! since the zeswa love play wrestling, dance fighting, you reckon nesim would grab you by the hand and have you dance with her in the circle
and then suddenly her hands are all over you and your lips crash together. all messy and full of teeth, prolly even a bit of blood from how hard you two crash together
