✮ Pairing: Aonung x fem!metkayina!reader x Neteyam?
✮ Trope: Friendsish/sistersbestfriend to voyeur lovers
✮ Tags: talk of sex, Aonung's pov (literally cooked, he's so in denial but he wants her so bad), jealously, oral (fem recieving), kissing, biting, munchiness, p in v, voyeurism (yay!)
✮ A/N: Siri, play "Forget Her" by Jeff Buckley, NSFW MDNI
Aonung wasn’t entirely sure when he first started seeing you. Sure, you were Tsireya’s little friend at some point, then you were Ronal’s little assistant at some point. And then some time after, you became his fixation.
Maybe it was that day by the fire, the one at the festival where you were dripping in pearls and the sway of your hips to the loud ceremonial music was nothing short of hypnotising. Maybe it was that day he was irritated that he hadn’t caught any fish, and you had laid a hand on his shoulder, knelt beside him and helped him repair that hole in his net he hadn’t noticed.
Or maybe it was when they arrived.
Oh, there was a reason Aonung had been so unwelcoming to the Sully’s, and it wasn’t because he wasn’t unfriendly. No, it had to do with the way that eldest Sully boy looked at you, and the way you looked back, holding his strange yellow gaze until Aonung’s eyes on your back had drawn you back to yourself.
That Neteyam was going to be big fucking trouble - Aonung just hadn’t figured out why yet.
And ever since, he felt you slipping away from him. You had never been that close, always hanging beside Tsireya and being perfectly polite to him, yet your sudden growing absense from his marui and the training grounds and even the bay was beginning to irk him.
You no longer tended the warriors in the case of an injury - instead your gaze was preoccupied with watching the darker, thinner form of Neteyam training. You no longer hung around the Metkayina on hunts - instead he found you gravitating towards Neteyam, who would smile lightly at you and ask for your assistance with navigating the reef.
It was getting seriously irritating.
You had never been anything to him, and now suddenly, Aonung felt irked every moment you weren’t in his line of sight, your dark curls bobbing beside him, the watery tinkle of your laugh trickling over his skin.
Until that day. The one by the fire - again - where he and everyone else within a 5 kilometre radius could see that something was happening. You spent all night by Neteyam’s side, barely an inch between you two.
He would whisper something in your ear and you would giggle and laugh and look away so he wouldn’t see the light flush dusting your cheeks. He would lean right in to speak, and you’d turn nervously till your faces were ghosting by each other.
And then you left, turning back to smile tentatively at Neteyam, and slipped into the tree line. Neteyam’s face split into a wide grin and he followed without a moments hesitation, taking a careless glance back at the party before ducking after you.
Well, Aonung wasn’t going to stand for it. Were you going to be alright? What were you thinking? What were you doing?
To be truthful, Aonung knew the answers to all his questions, but he tactfully decided to ignore them. Ahead, your giggles darted through the trees. His scowl deepened and his mind settled itself.
He was careful to be quiet, and the moment he saw you, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to breathe.
Neteyam had you laid out on the ground, head pillowed against leaves and body spread over the earth.
The coverings of your top were sparse to begin with, but in this position, the strings of beads were rolling over your supple skin in a way that was in no sort discreet. He could see everything, and the pretty little peaks of your nipples were something Aonung never could have pictured.
Nor could he have imagined the look on your face with Neteyam’s face kissing lower and lower down your stomach, until finally he reached your hips and grinned up at you.
Aonung can’t hear what Neteyam whispers, but you nod feverishly in response with a breathy, desperate yes.
Fuck. Your voice was doing something dangerous. It was just one word - not even spoken to him, not even aware he was watching - but the shiver that the sound of you all breathy and hoarse and wanting was unbearable.
Aonung felt both chilled and aflame, and he contented himself by melting into shadows and watching with ruthless fervour.
Neteyam’s head dipped between your thighs, and the sound that tore itself from your undeniably kissed lips was all but lecherous.
Aonung wondered faintly how much you knew about all this. The way you were gasping and rolling your hips against Neteyam’s face and grasping for his braids, his hand, his neck - anything to tether yourself to him - left little to imagination.
Oh, the things Aonung could teach you. But instead, he’d watch from the shadows as Neteyam enjoyed that paradise between your thighs.
From where Aonung’s standing, he can’t see nearly enough of what he needs. But he’s near enough to see the shine of slick against Neteyam’s face, his hand ghosting up and across your arched chest, the points of your fangs digging helplessly into the pillows of your lips.
Your breaths are growing louder, your moans hungrier, your mewls more pathetically desperate. Your grip is tighter and your thighs are closing tighter around Neteyam’s face, as though the thought of him pulling away was too much to bear.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Aonung doesn’t think he’s felt anything more erotic in his life. It’s so lewd and wrong and intimate, and that tent in his tewng is growing unbearably irritating. Still, he ignores it. He doesn’t deserve to get off from this, he’ll have to wait until he can taste you himself.
That’s fine. He’s happy to wait. Besides the fact that he is the most impatient man to ever live, and the fact that it’s taking every fibre of his being to not tear forward, discard Neteyam and take up his glorious mantle.
He’d cradle you close and whisper everything you’d want to hear. His hand would never leave your waist, your breasts, your hair. Your chest would never leave his, his lips would be resting on your skin for every moment till eternity.
Instead, he watches from the shadows as you cry out, and Neteyam grins in an infuriatingly self-satisfied way, before pushing himself up your body.
“Can I-” he’s barely asking before you’re nodding your feverish consent and reaching for his own tewng.
You look so desperate and eager and good, waiting for whatever Neteyam decides to give you.
Aonung would give you everything.
Instead, it’s Neteyam slotting himself between your thighs, dipping his head down to your chest as he pushes in, reaching up to brush his thumb over your lips as you let out a little whimper at the stretch.
Neteyam’s too fast with it. Not in any unreasonable way, just in a way that contrasts starkly with how Aonung would take you.
He wouldn’t look away from your face. He’d take his time, sinking into your velvety heat with agonizing, tortuous patience until his muscles were burning and you were mewling and whining beneath him. He’d make you feel every twitch and vein and inch of his length, and in return worship every clench and embrace you’d offer with dangerous enthusiasm.
Neteyam’s hips draw back, snap back in, and then he’s lost. Neteyam doesn’t particularly care - his groans low in your ears in a way that makes your eyes roll and hands tangle in his own. It takes everything in Aonung not to moan along with the two of you at the mere sight of your bare bodies embracing and tangling and melding into one another.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
You’re moaning unintelligible words, and Neteyam groans praise back to you, of how pretty you look, how good you feel, how well you’re doing.
Aonung would take it differently. He’d tell you how the moonlight glows over your slicked skin, how he wishes he could sink into you and stay there for days, weeks, years. How he wants to kiss you raw and bare, and carve himself into you so you can’t blink your pretty lashes without remembering how well your future Olo’eyktan loved you.
But instead, it’s Neteyam who speaks to you, guides you through your growing peak, until you’re arching against the earth, fangs sinking into your lip, knuckles turning white around Neteyam’s skin.
The sound you let out is animalistic - nothing Aonung ever would have expected from Tsireya’s pretty little friend. It chills every inch of his skin, etches itself deep into him, blazes straight through his control and tears him apart.
It’s unbearable.
So Aonung retreats, stepping back quietly before tearing back through the forest. Back to the beach, back to the moonlight, away from you and Neteyam and everything he had just witnessed.
What had you done to him?
Aonung, the best warrior, the best hunter, the best lover, was utterly destroyed at your feet. And all he needed was for you to pick the pieces back up and kiss him better.
⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: threesome (mmf), spitroating, p in v, oral, hints of anal, size kink, praise, reader is basically their human sex toy but she’s into it (and so am i)
⋆｡° ✮ this is for my lovely @neteyamsyawntu and was definitely inspired by our conversation from yesterday 😌🩵
Forming an alliance between clans is a difficult task, but Neteyam has his ways of convincing different na’vi of importance to join the omatikaya. Everyone has a soft spot for something, it’s just about finding out what it is. And by the way the leader of the resistance had been ogling you the first time you met, Neteyam knew just what that soft spot was for him.
"You said you have more humans like her in your clan?" So‘leks voice is calm and steady as he eyes the warrior in front of him. Neteyams grins.
"Many. Like I said, I promise they can be trusted."
So‘leks gaze wanders down to where his hands are squeezing the delicate curves of your hips, so fragile under his touch. You’re warm and soft, and he uses his firm grip to pull you back against his deep thrusts. He enjoys the little noises you make around Neteyams cock, whenever his own brushes against your cervix with ease. Such a small little thing, he thinks.
Tilting his head, he admires the view of your back as it arches further, the faster he pounds you from behind. Despite the suffocating tightness of your sweet little cunt, there comes no sign of distress from you, only sounds of pleasure mixed with the clicking of the dog tags around his neck.
"She’s so tight", he chuckles lowly, his thumbs drawing soothing circles on your hips, "but she takes it so good."
"Hmh", Neteyam purrs proudly, brushing a gentle hand through your hair to keep them out of your face. "I trained her well. She’s always so eager to serve me, am I right? Such a good girl for me."
You make a gagging noise just as the tip of Neteyams cock hits the back of your throat, and then clench around So‘leks. They both appreciate the way you moan around his length in agreement, with low grunts and groans from deep within their chests.
"If all humans in your clan are like her, I’ll gladly join", the warrior smiles down at the little human almost fondly.
You whine and squirm between the two na‘vi, thick strings of saliva dripping from your mouth around Neteyams cock when he draws away. You moan louder as you finally catch a gasp of air, but it’s quickly muffled when he pushes his length all the way back inside your mouth. They continue to fuck you between their two lean bodies, pushing you back and forth, gentle but firm.
"Not all", Neteyam admits with a chuckle, "but if she likes you, I promise to share her again. That is, if you accept my offer and fight with us?"
It’s a question that hangs heavy in the air, and So‘lek is almost too distracted by the pulsing of your sweet pussy as you come around his throbbing length to find the words to respond to the other man. Your moans turn more high pitched as they both fuck you through it, and it amazes him how little effort it takes to get you trembling. He really could get used to this…
"So, are you in?" Neteyam asks, just as he tightens the grip on your hair and pushes your pretty, swollen lips further down his cock. He holds you there for a long moment, So‘lek watching your throat constrict around him as you swallow what he assumes is Neteyams cum, before he finally pulls you off again so you could catch a breath of much needed air.
It’s a tempting offer that only gets more appetizing when the na‘vi in front of you crouches down and seems to be whispering something in your tiny, round ear, before placing a tender kiss to your forehead. A flustered blush spreads over your cheeks as you suddenly shuffle into a different position, your back arching even more and your cheek resting on the cold hard floor now.
"Maybe that will help make up your mind, brother", Neteyam grins a knowing grin as you reach behind yourself and spread your ass for So‘lek to see, the small puckered hole clenching around nothing. The warrior swallows thickly at the sight.
He‘s still inside you, holding onto your hips and keeping himself buried to the hilt. What finally snaps him out of his admiration, is your whiny voice calling out for him.
"S-So‘lek", you whimper, pleading with those big round eyes staring back at him over your shoulder. Pleading for more, something, anything.
So‘leks gaze then meets Neteyams, who nods at him with a cocky smirk,
"Join us. I promise, you will benefit of this alliance."
I love your fics and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst neteyam (aged-up obv).
Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous.
It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.
Thank you!
(And once again, I absolutely adore your works)
If I Can’t Have You
neteyam x fem!metkayina reader
content warning: DARK CONTENT, stalking, possessive behavior language and thoughts, yander behavior, characters in early 20s, NSFW, slight choking, reader is scared of neteyam but he never hurts her (in ways she doesn’t like), marking, bite that draws blood, delusional neteyam
a/n: i tweaked this a tad because i’m not a huge fan of dark stuff where feelings aren’t at least somewhat mutual. i did little headcanons for this as well as the actual writing so i wouldn’t have to write the whole ass background. i hope that’s okay! :D
you were unsure how to feel about the sullys when they arrived at your island. you didn’t dislike them, but you weren’t so quick to trust and welcome them as tsireya was. but you’ve always been more apprehensive than her. she sensed this and offered to bring you with her to instruct them a few times so you could see that they meant no harm and you had nothing to fear
this worked for all of the sully children except one. neteyam. he stared at you often. almost as if he was trying to burn holes in your skin. and he always had this unreadable expression on his face, you had no idea what he was thinking
though he put you slightly on edge, you couldn’t help but admire him when he wasn’t staring at you. with others, he was kind, caring, chivalrous, and an excellent big brother to his siblings. not to mention how handsome he is. you found yourself developing a small crush on the version of him others received.
but the difference in treatment made you worry he didn’t like you, which only increased your fear and ensured you kept you mouth shut about your feelings. you decided it was a dead end and tried to move on, no matter how impossible it seemed
unbeknownst to you, neteyam is obsessed with you.
your beautiful curls, your pale teal skin, your soft stripes, your pretty blue eyes, your soft, sweet voice, your nurturing yet protective personality.
he’s entirely smitten, taking to following you around the island when he doesn’t have duties or tasks. seeing you interact with the children, providing a gentle guidance for them. his vision is overtaken with images of you treating your own children in such a way. they then drift to much more detailed thoughts about exactly how those children will be made. but sometimes watching your interactions makes an ugly, vile, rancid feeling bubble in his gut and seep through his body, only when someone was being a little too friendly with you.
seeing someone look at you with a love in their eyes made him want to gouge them out with his bare hands. you’re his.
it all came to a head today, when a boy decided to confess to you and ask you to be his mate.
“please accept my courtship and allow me to become your mate,” the boy spoke confidently. neteyam’s ears twitched before pressing to his skull in anger, tail swishing behind him in his place in the trees.
you sigh sadly, “i’m very sorry, i have feelings for someone else. it would not be fair to you for me to accept your confession when i know i cannot return your affection.”
someone else? neteyam practically seethed in his mind, having to bite his tongue to keep from releasing the hiss that desperately wanted to be heard. now not only does he have to worry about people confessing to you, but also whoever you had feelings for? as he watches the boy walk away, a slump in his shoulders, he feels a sick sense of satisfaction spread through his body before remembering what you said. his eyes fall on your form, watching as you drag your hands over your face and sigh. he was going to get the name of whoever you had “feelings” for out of you. maybe once they’re gone, you’ll finally see how good he can be for you. how perfect you would be together. how happy he will make you.
mixed emotions bounce around your skull as you leave the forest. neteyam doesn’t even like you, yet here you are rejecting perfectly capable potential mates because you can’t get him out of your head. making your way back to your marui, you wallow in self-pity. contemplating all the ways you went wrong, all the possible missteps you too that landed you here. you’re going to end up old and alone because you fell for someone who has no interest in you and can’t get over your feelings. oh how wrong you are.
you lift the flap door of your marui and enter, closing your eyes as you sigh and stretch once you’re safely in the comfort of your home. suddenly, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist and a callused hand cover your mouth. inhaling sharply, you fear up to scream when slightly chapped lips brush against your ear, “do not scream.” at the sound of the familiar voice, you eyes dart down to the arm wrapped around your body, taking in the dark blue skin. neteyam. when did he get here? you didn’t hear him come in. was he here already? why would he be in your marui?
while questions swirl through your mind, neteyam nuzzles his nose in your soft curls, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin pressed against his and your salty, floral scent invading his senses. everything about you only makes him want you more. the subtle rise and fall of your chest in your surprise, but how well behaved you’re being for him. not squirming, not fighting, not making a single sound. he sighs into your hair, pulling your even tighter against his chest and taking pleasure in the fact that the top of your head only reaches the bottom of his chin.
you’ve calmed down enough to take in your situation. the internal battle of screaming and making a break for it or just melting into his arms wagging in your mind. when the omatikaya man nuzzles into your neck, a deep, loud, rumbling purr rolling through his body, relaxing into his hold takes a small victory. upon feeling your muscles relax, his purr only increases and soft kisses join the nuzzling on your skin. however, you haven’t forgotten the situation you’re in. neteyam has barely spoken to you. you’re not even sure if he knows your name. and now he’s suddenly in your marui, uninvited, with a hand over your mouth and a grip on your stomach so tight your couldn’t bolt even if you wanted to.
“neteyam,” you attempt, but it comes out muffled due to the rough palm covering your lips.
his ears perk up at the sound of his name, yellow eyes darting to your face. through your peripheral vision, you can see how blown his pupils are. soft kisses travel up your neck and jaw until he reaches your ear once more. “yes yawne?”
his voice is breathy, you don’t like how much it affects you. you want to ask what he’s doing, why he’s here, why he’s doing it now, but you don’t want to anger him. you’ve seen how neteyam can be when someone messes with his siblings. you absolutely do not want that anger directed at you. not when you know you can’t overpower him. you must tread lightly, “can you take you hand off?” he hesitates, ears pressing to his head and tail swishing behind him. you muster up your sweetest voice, “please nete’?”
nete’. neteyam almost shivers at the nickname. dropping his hand to join the other wrapped around your middle. you sigh in relief, making sure to keep your sugary tone, “thank you.” he hums into your hair, grinning, the rumble in his throat never ceasing. nete’ nete’ nete’. he loves how it sounds rolling off your tongue.
she’s probably used that voice for others, a small voice in his head points out, for the one she has feelings for. his grin falls, purr stops short, and his grip on you tightens even more, making it slightly difficult to breathe.
you’re unsure what changed, but you’re quick to act. if you keep him happy, he won’t hurt you, right? tilting your head back, you rest on his shoulder, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. he smells like the forest. deep, woodsy, earthy. replicating his earlier actions, you nuzzle his skin and take deep breaths. his purr returns quickly, and he reciprocates your affection with kisses peppered on your head, loosing his grip. neteyam’s heart beating erratically at your display.
with the return of his lovey mood, you feel it’s safe to ask, “what was that about?”
neteyam’s prior plan of coaxing the name from you flew out the window the moment you began nosing at his neck. you must love him too, there’s no other reason for you to be touching him this way. with his rational thought out of order, words begin tumbling from his lips as they cross his mind. “i saw you. earlier. when that boy confessed.”
he did? you think. how could he have? we were in the woods, far from the village. “oh?” you reply. but it’s more of an exhale than a word.
“mmhm,” neteyam shuts his eyes, inhaling the scent of the cleansing balm you use on your hair, “you said you had…” he takes on a slightly darker tone, “feelings. for someone.”
your heartbeat quickens, “i…i did.”
“who.” it’s not a question, it’s a demand.
apparently you hesitate for a moment too long, you’re spun before you can blink. neteyam pinning your back to the wall of the marui, your chest flush with his own. he makes sure you keep eye contact with him by wrapping a callused hand around your neck, thumb and pointer finger tightly squeezing your jaw. you’ve never seen him like this before. he looks…almost feral. dark emotions swirling in his yellow eyes that you don’t recognize. it scares you, but at the same time it makes butterflies swirl in your stomach.
you look absolutely precious pinned beneath him like this. staring up at him with your big blue eyes and a confused look on your beautiful face. he’s sure not to hurt you, he would never hurt you, but he needs you to tell him who you have so called feelings for so he can take care of it and you can be together. his ears twitch when your breath hitches, he can’t help but bring his toned thigh between your legs, pressing the hard muscle to your core. nearly melting when your eye lids flutter at the contact. “who,” he demands, free hand cupping your cheek, tracing the stripes an your face, “tell me.”
“nete’,” your voice is whispy, but your affection is beginning to override your fear.
the man swallows harshly, gritting his teeth as he spits his orders again, “who. do you. have feelings for.” neteyam is losing his patience, grip on your jaw tightening with every punctuation. you breathe out a word. a small, short word that even his elite hearing couldn’t catch. “louder.” he growls.
taking in a shaky breath, you repeat, “you.”
neteyam’s face goes blank. him? you have feelings for him? he never considered that to be a possibility. he assumed you had fallen for a metkayina boy. but once his brain catches up to itself, a blinding grin overtakes his face. his grip on your jaw lightens, but you get only a moment to breathe before his lips are on yours. they’re a little chapped, but still soft. his kiss is passionate, desperate, and his excitement with your answer bleeds into every movement. his hands move to your hips, guiding you to rock against his thigh. the deep purr has returned, but this time it’s met with your soft one. licking his way into your mouth, he groans at your taste. sweet, salty, subtle. his taste is the opposite. savory and slightly bitter.
pulling away, neteyam nearly growls at your flushed expression, purple dusting your cheeks and bringing color to your lips. but he’s no better. your heart beats fiercely against your rib cage. you feel like prey under his gaze. you don’t have to time to navigate whether that sources from fear or attraction, because you’re swiftly lifted into his arms and carried to the bed.
lightly dropping you onto the plush materials, neteyam purrs, “stay.” then makes his way around the marui, making sure all the window and door flaps are secured. if anyone saw you in the positions he plans to put you in, he’s not sure what he would do. after confirming the last flap is tied, he rises and stalks his way over to you. pinning you in place with his gaze. yellow irises don’t leave yours for a second as he joins you in the bed, gently pushing you to lay on your back, following so your faces are never more than an inch or two apart. azure hand moving to cup your face while the other supports his weight.
“you are so beautiful,” he purrs, “my beautiful girl.” a small smile creeps onto your lips involuntarily as you lean into his hand. “we will just have to make sure the rest of the clan knows as well, hmm?” some of the emotions from before swirl back into his eyes. but they don’t overtake them as they did before. the love, lust, and obsession he has for you are dominant. you’re so distracted by his expression that you don’t pick up on his movement until he rips your top clean in half. calmly tossing the scraps of the fabric to the side, then reaching to untie his loincloth. you instantly copy his actions, not wanting your loincloth to receive the same treatment as your top. he traces over your body with half lidded eyes, leaning to capture your lips in a soft kiss, murmuring sweet praise as they come to mind while he trails kisses wherever he pleases.
“so pretty baby,” he coos, making his way from you cheek to your jaw.
“you are the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen,” he purrs into your neck.
“no one compares to you, yawne. no one.” he growls where your neck meets you shoulder. you mewl at his compliments and kisses, but shriek when he bites down on your throat. hard. simultaneously, pushing one of his long fingers into your cunt.
“shh shh shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. it will feel better soon ma love.” he coos. when he rises from your neck, you can see your blood staining his lips. watching as he licks the metallic liquid from his skin with a satisfied grin. bringing his rough thumb to rub circles on your clit.
you should be scared. you should be terrified. you should be screaming bloody murder for help. but, the boy you’ve had a crush on for damn near a year is looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky just for him. like he would do anything for you. like he would fall to his knees and worship the ground you walk on if you asked. and you can’t bring yourself to feel what any normal person would be feeling. fear simply won’t overcome the joy you feel at the reciprocation of your feelings, even if it’s a bit unhealthy. you never though you had a chance with neteyam. now here he is, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your cunt, gazing at you with nothing but infatuation, and marking you up with bites and dark purple hickies so everyone knows you’re taken. is it a crime to enjoy it?
he pushes his third finger into your cunt, scissoring and curling the limbs to relax your walls. cooing when you whine at the stretch, “you can take it baby. i know you can. you were made for me. just for me.” neteyam is obsessed. your expressions of pleasure as he pumps his fingers into you will live in the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. “i think you’re ready for me yawne,” neteyam coos, pulling his fingers from your cunt. shivering when you whine in distaste. so needy, just for him.
neteyam pushes his cock in slowly. he doesn’t want to hurt you. but every little mewl and moan you produce weakens his resolve ever so slightly. the last of his patience slips through his fingers when he buries himself to the hilt in your soft heat, coaxing the most erotic whimper he’s ever heard from your lips. all because of him, for him, and only him. he can’t help but go harder. but you were made for him. sent by eywa herself to be his mate. you can take it. you can take him.
your body jolts with the force of his thrusts, breasts bouncing in time with his harsh movements. the pain subsiding after a little while. neteyam’s eyes are locked on where you meet. watching as his cock enters and exits your cunt, the coating of your arousal on his skin growing each time he pulls out, leaving a thick ring of white around his cock. moaning at the sight, neteyam picks up his pace even more. you’re this aroused for him. no one else. he’s making you feel so good that your slick is dripping down to his balls.
a sweet mewl reaches his keen ears, gaze locking of your expression instead, “nete’…’teyam…’tey ‘tey ‘tey,” you whine, arching your back to push your chest into his.
cooing, he tilts his head, “what is it ma love?” his voice is laced with lust, and something darker you would have picked up on we’re it not for your muddled mind, “use your words.” you try to do as he says, but can’t form the syllables when he hardens his thrusts and begins rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive nub. seeing you stutter and stumble over yourself fills his chest with pride. he’s making you feel so good that you can’t form words. if that’s not a sign you were made for each other, than what is?
leaning over your jolting form, neteyam nuzzles your face with his nose. a seemingly sweet action covering the fact he was trying to drown you in his scent. a knot beings to form in your abdomen, tightening with every thrust and kiss neteyam places on your skin. arching into his chest, white spots begin dancing across your vision. everything becomes blurry as your orgasm overtakes your senses. you feel neteyam’s free hand sliding across your skin to the arch of your back, callused thumb stroking the soft skin there.
your peak hits you like a truck. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body. your fists clench and toes curl, chest rising and falling with your frantic breaths. you hadn’t registered the ringing in your ears until it began to subside, neteyam’s sweet coos growing louder with each passing second. rapid blinks bring your vision back to normal, gaze instantly landing on neteyam’s giddy, flushed, lustful expression. harsh thrusts have changed to slow rolls, your dazed irises trail down his body to where you meet, but widen when they find something else.
on your stomach rests your kuru, as well as neteyam’s, intertwined. tsaheylu.
neteyam bites his lip while eyeing where you’re bonded, though the action does little to hide his massive grin. exited, satisfied eyes dart back up to yours before he dives down for a hungry kiss. pulling away, he nuzzles your nose, “you are mine now. as i am yours.” as he pulls back slightly, you can make out the crazed possession in his irises, “we are mated for life. no one can take you from me.”
a/n: im sorry this kinda sucks :/ i was just having such a hard time bc i didn’t outline this like i normally do and it was not going where i wanted.
content warnings: characters in early-mid 20s, fem!reader, cockwarming, praise, degradation, somnophilia, dacryphilia if you squint, breeding kink
neteyam
uses it to occupy you when you’re needy while he’s doing something
mumbling sweet praise in your ear about how good you’re being and how good you feel around him
will coo and kiss your hair when you whine, assuring you it’ll only be a few more minutes
he has the patience and composure of a saint
he could keep you there for hours and be perfectly content
“stop squirming ma love, just a few more minutes. i know it feels good, you feel so good around me, but you must be patient.” neteyam coos in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and nuzzling his nose into your hair.
he’s been going over battle plans for hours now. having taken them from the conference room after the meeting to review them. you’ve probably heard ‘just a few more minutes’ ten times since he sat you on his cock.
“teyam, you’ve said that so many times already,” you murmur, shifting your weight from side to side in an attempt to get comfortable, despite the pulsing of your core.
“i know. but this is important. and i know you’ll be good for me.” he mutters into your ear, free hand trailing to rub your thigh.
it’s so hard to disagree with him when he speaks like that, so hard to rebel. “alright…”
“good girl. my beautiful girl.”
lo’ak
likes to be as close as possible after sex
he craves intimacy such as this, so it brings him a lot of comfort and peace
however, he’s a horndog through and through
best be prepared for him to wake you up by thrusting into you
now that he’s recharged he’s ready to go for a few more rounds
the last thing you remember before drifting off was cuddling into lo’aks sweaty chest. feeling satisfied as you’re breath evened out from the rapid panting. your leg hiked over lo’aks hip so his cock could rest inside you comfortably.
you’re coaxed awake by gentle, uncoordinated thrusts into your cunt. lo’aks head rests in your neck where he places sloppy kisses as he rocks into you.
“lo’ak,” you groan softly.
“couldn’ help it. needed you,” he murmurs, sleep clear in his voice. “always feel so good baby.”
you should’ve expected this given the way you fell asleep. but you don’t mind. waking up to your needy mate is always a pleasant experience.
rotxo
it’s one of the ways you punish him if he’s been a brat all day
he isn’t a brat often, once in a blue moon if that
but sometimes he’s short, giving you nothing but one word answers and ignoring your presence
he only ever does this when he wants attention but isn’t brave enough to ask
so you force him to ask nicely
“i said i was sorry! please move please please,” rotxo whines, desperately fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your cunt.
your back is to him, aiding you in your task of appearing as unaffected by your position as possible. you pay him no mind, simply continuing to bead your bracelet, humming to yourself.
“ma love please,” he begs, words whiny and slurred “‘m sorry for being bratty, i promise i’ll use my words next time, please move please!”
you almost cave at his desperation. taking a quick peek over your shoulder, you spot his teary eyes and can’t fight the clench of your cunt. your action only makes this situation worse for him. one more broken little please falling from his lips.
“maybe later. i don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”
ao’nung
similar to neteyam, he uses it to occupy you
but he won’t be nearly as sweet
no. he’ll coo in your ear about what a needy whore you are
he likes having your back to his chest so you can’t see his lovey lust-struck grin while he degrades you
he isn’t even focused on his task anymore, his attention is purely on you
you’re trying so so so hard to be good. so hard not to rock back in forth, or bounce, or clench, or do anything that may prolong your torture. but when ao’nung places soft kisses on your neck and rubs your thigh you can’t help but squirm.
“so needy,” he purrs, trying to hide his gleeful expression as if you can’t hear the grin in his voice, “such a needy needy whore for me. aren’t you baby?”
“mmhm,” you hum in agreement, nodding your head.
“words little one. i want to hear you say it. then maybe i’ll give you what you want.”
“‘m a needy whore for you, just you,” you breathe.
he hums in pride and satisfaction, “yes you are. that’s a good girl.”
jake
he has a love hate relationship with it
on one hand, you feel heavenly around his cock
on the other hand, you feel heavenly around his cock
as much as he loves to plug you up after cuming inside you and feel the soft velvet of your walls around him, he can’t help but get the urge to fuck you again
stamina of a bull and motivated by the image of you all round with his baby
“you gotta stop clenchin’ baby.” he grunts, “‘m never gonna be able to sleep if you don’t.”
“‘m sorry.” you breathe, voice raspy from your earlier activities. “can’t help it. feels good.”
“don’t start with that. that’s gonna make it worse honey.” he sighs, kissing your head. your words go straight to his cock. he wraps his arms around you, willing sleep to befall him so he won’t pound you into the mattress for the umpteenth time tonight.
after a few moments of silence, you speak. “do you think it’ll take?” you murmur, playing with the braid that frames his face.
“baby…” he speaks with warning.
“do you?”
there’s a beat of silence, then you’re being pushed onto your back, jake on his knees between your legs. “‘m gonna make damn sure it does.”
tonowari
when he has a headache from the swarm of thoughts filling his brain, he pulls you onto his lap to sit on his cock
the moment your thighs meet his it’s like someone wiped his mind clean
the most peaceful he can feel considering his position
he especially loves it when you coo praise and tell him how much you love him
words can’t describe the feeling of pure bliss that comes with being buried balls deep in your cunt. all of takes is one look at his tense form for you to strip and straddle his thighs. inch by inch, it’s like waves washing away a drawing in the sand. his mind being cleared of thoughts until there isn’t a single trace of them left once your thighs meet his own.
you’re facing him, gently tracing his tattoos. “you’re so handsome ‘wari. i got so lucky with you.” you coo sweetly. his eves flutter shut, arms moving to tightly wind around your waist. “you’re so strong. you do so much for everyone. you take such good care of me. you’re everything i could ever want.”
moments like these are the only times he feels fully relaxed. nothing is nagging at the back of his mind. nothing is itching at his brain. there is nothing but you, and your heavenly body and sweet words.
୨୧˚ synopsis: after begging your gentle giant of a lover, könig to go rough on you, he lets loose tonight and shows you just how strong he really is...
୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, manhandling, size kink, p in v, petnames, degradation, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!könig, creampie, teasing, hairpulling, dacryphilia?, roughness, spanking, slapping, aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!
୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k
your jaw hangs open and your glossy eyes are practically rolling back into your head as he pounds into your sopping cunt mercilessly. plump tits bouncing freely with every harsh thrust of his, causing your thoughts to grow hazy and dumb. his large, rough palms are stretched out on both sides of you, his rough fingers digging into the mattress, keeping you caged beneath his much larger frame.
you try your best to focus on his burly figure above you, but you keep whining as your little cunt struggles to take all of him in. your eyes become squeezed shut, your head turning to the side as you grow lost in the overwhelming pleasure, but you're alerted by the sudden light slap on your cheek. you gasp at the contact and more tears spill from your eyes.
"wan' you to ruin me, könig! don't want you to be gentle", you had pleaded fluttering your lashes at him innocently. and that's how you end up like this. tiny body pinned down on his king-sized bed as he forces his massive dick inside of your needy little cunt. all your little brain can manage to think about is how big he is.
gosh, you've never felt so full with how he's meanly bullying his cock into your drooling cunt with no remorse whatsoever. your shaky little hands gripping onto his huge bulging biceps with so much strength that if were he another man, it would hurt — but no, he's könig of course.
your mind is void of coherent thoughts as all you can manage to do is moan delightedly, accepting all that he gives you. with his strong arms he moves both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders. a high-pitched pornographic moan slips from your lips as you get used to the new angle.
his thick cock hitting all of the sweet spots inside of you, encouraging hot tears to roll down your cheeks. your fingers slide up his toned abdomen, needing to feel anything and everything that's his. he takes in the sight of you beneath him and he almost feels bad for being so rough with you, but he keeps his composure.
with the lewd medley of the headboard banging into the wall, wet squelching, your sweet moans, and obscene skin-on-skin slapping noises, the sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom are purely sinful. creating a tune that he doesn't ever want to forget, and neither do you.
your watery innocent eyes plead with his own as if begging him to slow down. but no, the last thing you want him to do right now is slow down. shaky hands reach up to his broad shoulders, trying to hold onto him for purchase and your lips part as you try and push yourself up in a frantic attempt to kiss him.
your body desperately yearning for his gentle touch in contrast to his brutal movements. you're relieved he begins to lean down, his lips merely inches away from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. you let out a pitiful whine and he almost laughs at you with how pathetic you’re being.
in a single moment, with little effort, he cruelly pulls out of your warmth, flipping you over onto your tummy. you squeal at how easy it is for him to manhandle you around into different positions that suit his liking. you hate to admit that his strength alone turns you on so much. before you can complain to him, he’s pushing into you again, picking up on the brutal pace as if nothing had happened.
"du bettelst immer darum, gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr, kleine schlampe?" he snarls, snapping his hips against yours. (always begging to get fucked aren't you, little slut)
pathetic moans and cries spill from your lips into the sheets as he pounds into you mercilessly, his calloused palms gripping onto your hips so tight you’ll probably have bruises in the morning.
"du magst es, wenn ich dich eine schlampe nenne hm, dirty girl?" his rough movements are relentless as he makes no effort to slow down. (you like it when i call you a slut hm, dirty girl)
your mewls are muffled by the bed and he's having none of it. he raises his hand slightly before bringing it back down, spanking you. you lunge forward from the sensation. he then pulls your head up from the mattress by your hair, but not too hard, he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“say it.” he punctuates each of his words with a harsh thrust.
“y-yes! i love it—mmm!” you blubber out desperately, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you for dear life. he lets go of your hair and you can practically hear his satisfied smirk as his thrusts grow stronger, deeper and faster, rutting into you like an animal. you take it like a good girl, his good girl as if you were made for him.
he applies just enough pressure with his palm pressing down on your lower back that makes you arch just perfectly. his rough palms kneading into your arse whilst you let him use you as he pleases.
just as you feel your climax approaching, he stops thrusting, hot tears spill down your cheeks as your fists bunch up the sheets beneath you. your weeping cunt clenches around him, dragging a gluttonous groan from his mouth. he leans down, pressing his chest to your back, his lips lingering just by your ear.
“say please, schatz,” you just know he’s grinning evilly behind you and you lose all sense of self-respect, just wanting to cum so bad.
“p-please! wanna cum please, i’ll be good!”
satisfied with your answer he gives you no warning as he slips back into you with ease, the wetness of your cunt sucking him in making it easy for him to thrust into you. you slowly feel your knees starting to give out, but thats not a problem, he holds you up easily and you feel your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching.
the sounds of his grunting, the squelching noises from your cunt, and the tingling in your core cause your mind to go numb and your body to spasm as you cum around him with a high-pitched cry, collapsing into the bed.
he follows moments after you, driving into you a few more times before his hips stutter as he releases inside of you, making you feel full and warm with him. as you catch your breath, his fingers, now gentle, run up and down your back tenderly in a soothing motion.
“was i too mean to you, schatz?” his voice is different now, it’s genuine and caring. he pulls out of you slowly, gently turning you over so he can see your pretty face. you shake your head and tug him down for a kiss. you sigh into his lips, finally getting a taste of his lips that you'd been yearning for the whole night.
"i'll be right back, liebling." pulling away from you, he smiles down at your post-euphoric state. sliding off of the bed, he slips his briefs back on and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes before returning with a playful grin.
slipping into your warm embrace, he wastes no time in cradling you in his brawny arms. you almost laugh at his switch of character, how he was just moments earlier, fucking your brains out and now he's picking you up in his arms like his sweetheart. supporting you from under your knees and arms, he carries you to the bathroom, you smile fondly at the sight of a warm bath ready just for you.
he carefully lowers you down into the porcelain tub and you exhale contently as your sore body makes contact with the warm temperature of the bathwater along with the sweet smell of your lavender soap, and the gentle touch of könig's palm as he strokes your blushing cheek tenderly.
and after a few heartbeats of watching you bathe, he just can't help himself before getting into the tub behind you, the water splashing everywhere as his much larger body envelopes yours. pulling your bare back flush against his chest, your frame now trapped in his loving embrace. in that moment you just know, he'll always care for you, your one and only könig.
dads bestfriend!ghost teasing you at the dinner table <3
your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.
ghost had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.
it took all of ghost’s strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.
while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. ghost kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.
“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.
you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.
ghost’s hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.
he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.
you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.
he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.
“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”
the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”
“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” ghost drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.
you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as ghost rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”
“s’good to hear, doll.” ghost chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.
“look at that.” he chuckled, biting back a moan as your milky slick lathered the toy. the older man massaged his clothed cock, eyes taking in every detail of your beautiful body. “jus’ couldn’t wait f’daddy to get home, huh?”
you were laid back against the soft sheets, legs spread open while pumping your pussy full with a pretty, pink dildo. you’d been waiting all day for him to come back home, but like usual - he’d gotten caught up and was taking his precious time. you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed your fill.
after he’d caught you in such a comprising position, you’d have expected him to demand you stop and give you a little scolding about pleasuring yourself. but to your surprise, he encouraged you to continue. he didn’t even blink an eye after stumbling in on you fucking yourself - if anything, it was one of the hottest things he’d even seen.
“hmm, atta girl.” he’d groan in satisfaction, standing at the foot of the bed while staring down at the erotic scene. his large hand was palming his bulge, rubbing it firmly through the fabric as you put on a little show for him.
you threw your head back against the pillow as you whimpered lewdly, bringing your free hand to your puffy clit and giving it a wet slap. you rubbed languid circles into the bud, continuing to thrust the veiny dildo inside your tight hole.
“w-want you to fuck me instead.” you whined, glancing up at him with pleading eyes.
the older man shook his head, smirking at you slyly while he kicked off his boxers. his thick cock was throbbing in his fist, callous fingers wrapped around the length. “not yet, sweetheart.” he groaned lowly as his hand glided down his dick, coating it with his sticky pre cum.
“gotta finish what ‘cha started.” he crooned, slowly jerking himself off as you continued to pump your pussy full for him.
— simon (ghost) riley ⋆ jake sully ⋆ miles quaritch.
you were whining pathetically, feeling a fire burning down your thighs as you bounced on his cock. he was leaning back on the recliner, one hand placed nonchalantly on your hip while the other nursed a glass of whiskey.
his eyes were fixated on the screen behind you, casually sipping his drink while you got yourself off on his lap. your sweet moans mixed in with the re-runs he watched on the television, and he’d eventually turn up the volume slightly. you were the desperate, little thing that wanted to ride him during his cool-down time. he didn’t feel the need to stop you, but that didn’t mean he had to pay you any attention.
though, the way your perky tits bounced with each lewd movement soon caught his interest. your dark hair flowed down your shoulders, pretty mouth agape as you whimpered in pleasure. he’d give your ass a hard slap, biting down on his lip with a rough grunt. you’d squeal at the sudden sting, earning a heart laugh from your lover. you were so caught up in the intimate moment that you hadn’t even noticed him staring at you again.
“there she is.” he’d chuckle, kneading the fat of your ass as you fucked yourself on his thick length. “havin’ fun?”
“mmhm..feels s’good..” you’d babble pathetically, tears pricking your eyes with each languid bounce. his fat tip kept hitting your sweet spot, your quiet mewls gradually turning into pitched cries. “f-fuckfuck!”
a smug grin would paint his lips as he felt your walls squeezing around him. you were such a good girl, even when you were a ‘lil needy. the pad of his thumb rubbed firm circles into your puffy clit, the added stimulation made you see stars. you were minutes away from gushing all over his manspread lap.
the squelch of your creamy pussy was delicious, he loved seeing you work so hard for your sweet release. “that’s it, darlin’.” he’d jeer. he watched you with amused eyes as your movements became slow and lazy, faltering into sensual hip rolls instead. “atta girl. ride daddy’s cock, make a mess f’me.”
Neteyam Has Something Important To Tell You As You Patch Him Up (SFW)
Reader is Fem! Omaticaya
CW: fluff, Neteyam is smooth asf, little bit of blood, Neteyam is a simp, Mo’at is an awesome wing-woman, Utral Aymokriyä is where Jake and Neytiri mated
“Be sure that mushroom is ground well, (y/n). We will need it when the hunting party return,” Mo’at instructed, implying the bioluminescent fungi that sat next to you.
You nodded firmly, placing the plant into something that was the earthly equivalent of a mortar and pestle, and promptly starting your work.
