Eywa Saeyla

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[itskekeelise]

REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE THE OFFICIAL TIKTOK PAGE HAS POSTED THIS WE HAVE BEEN HEARDDDDDDDDDDDDD

i do not care if this is late i don’t go on tiktok often DO NOT play…i’m so happy yay

AND THE CAPTION WENT ‘watching these movies for the plot’ YES YES YES THEY UNDERSTANDDDDDDDDDD

[shadeofpeach]

To build a warrior

Pairing: Aonung x Pregnant!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, pregnancy/morning sickness, fluff, pregnancy tropes, established relationship

Summary: You aren't yourself lately. You’re slow, you’re nauseous, and you’re craving things that taste like dirt. Aonung thinks you’re ill—until the truth brings him to his knees.

A/N I haven't edited this so there could be spelling or grammar mistakes!!

For the past three suns, you had been... different.

The midday sun of Pandora was usually a blessing, but these days, it felt like a physical weight pressing against your shoulders. You stood knee-deep in the turquoise shallows, helping the younger children, but your vision kept blurring at the edges.

Aonung noticed it days ago. You moved as if the water itself were made of thick honey. You weren't weak; you were just stubbornly uninterested in moving. He had been watching you for like an hour. He was supposed to be helping his father but his eyes kept drifting back to you. He noticed the unusual pallor of your skin. You looked ghostly.

When you finally stumbled—Aonung didn’t hesitate. He dived from his mount and cut through the water, reaching you before you could even register you were falling.

"I have you," he murmured, his large, calloused hands steadying your waist. His brow was furrowed, eyes searching your face with a mix of irritation and deep-seated worry. "You are clumsy today. Even for you."

"I am just tired, Aonung," you breathed, leaning into his cool chest. The scent of salt and the familiar musk of his skin usually calmed you, but now, the world was spinning.

He lifted you easily, ignoring the giggles of the children nearby, and carried you toward the shade of your family’s marui. As he laid you down on the soft woven mats, the smell of the drying fish outside hit you. Usually, it was the smell of home. Today, it was a threat.

Days later, he found you draped over a sun-warmed rock near the shallow reefs, your spear lying forgotten in the sand while the other hunters were already halfway to the drop-off.

"The fish will not jump into your lap, pretty girl," Aonung said, though his tone lacked its usual competitive edge. He swam closer, hoisting himself up onto the rock beside you. "My father is asking why the best tracker in the village is currently napping like a forest-slug."

You didn't even open your eyes. You just groaned, shifting your weight. "The rock is warm. The sun is perfect. Tell your father the fish can wait for one day."

Aonung frowned, reaching out to touch your neck. You weren't hot—your skin was cool and damp from the spray—but there was a softness to your features he hadn't seen before.

"You are lazy, yawne" he murmured, poking your side. "Even Lo'ak works harder than this today."

You finally opened one eye, giving him a look so withered it should have scorched him. "If you poke me again, I will bite your hand off."

-

You loved the way the sun turned the ocean into a sheet of shattered diamonds, but now, the glare made your head throb with a rhythmic, dull ache.

Aonung was watching you, his playful smirk slowly dying as he saw the way you swayed. He’d been teasing you for your "laziness", but as you sat on the edge of the sun-bleached rock, he saw your throat hitch. Your breathing became shallow, jagged, and your hands gripped the rough stone until your knuckles turned a ghostly white.

"Yawne," he said, his voice dropping the bravado. He swam closer, reaching up to pull himself onto the ledge. "Do you need me to call my mother? You look—"

He didn't get to finish.

A wave of violent nausea crashed over you, more aggressive than any tide. You barely had time to lurch toward the edge of the rock. It was a total betrayal of your body. You doubled over, racking tremors taking hold of your spine as you retched into the salt water below.

It was a raw, ugly sound that tore through the peaceful afternoon.

"What-" Aonung’s voice was laced with a sudden, sharp panic. He scrambled onto the rock, his large hands catching your shoulders just as your strength gave out. You felt so small against him, your body shivering violently in the heat.

"Aonung..." you choked out, your vision tunneling into black spots. The acid in your throat burned, and the sheer exhaustion of the last few days seemed to culminate in this one, agonizing moment. You felt terrifyingly sick.

He pulled you back against his chest. His tail was thrashing the water behind him in a frantic rhythm, a clear sign of his rising fear.

"I have you. Breathe, ma'Y/N," He wiped the sweat from your brow with a trembling hand, his eyes wide as he searched your pale face. "Eywa, why are you like this?"

He was genuinely terrified, watching the person he loved most slip away into a sickness he couldn't fight.

"It’s... it’s okay," you whispered, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. The violent nausea had stopped, leaving you hollowed out and trembling.

"It is not okay," he hissed, his grip tightening as if he could hold the life inside you by sheer force of will. "I am taking you to my mother."

-

The examination was brief. A few quiet chants, the steady pressure of Ronal’s hands over your abdomen, and then a knowing, sharp smile.

"The sea has planted a seed," Ronal announced, her voice echoing in the quiet space. "You are not ill. Well, you are, but you are simply carrying a new heavy burden of life. Rest. Eat what the body asks for. The nausea will pass when the moon turns."

-

The walk back to your own marui was silent, but the air between you and Aonung felt charged, like the moments before a great storm. He didn't say a word until you were both inside, tucked away from the prying eyes of the village.

You collapsed onto your sleeping mats, you felt heavy and strangely content. Aonung stood over you for a moment, looking uncharacteristically lost.

"Aonung?" you murmured, reaching out for him.

He moved closer, his tail wrapping around your thigh in a subconscious tether. He kissed you softly and then, tentatively, he reached out your belly. He hesitated for a heartbeat, his fingers hovering over the soft curve of your stomach, before he finally pressed his palm flat against you.

His hand was massive, covering nearly the entirety of your belly. It was warm as he touched you, as light as sea foam.

Aonung leaned down, his face inches from your skin. You watched with a soft smile as his ears flickered nervously.

"Listen to me, little one," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, vibrating rumble that you could feel deep in your bones. "I am your father. You are already causing a great deal of trouble for your mother, making her lay in rocks, causing nausea and even eat bitter things."

You let out a breathy laugh, your eyes watering with happy tears as his thumb traced a slow circle over your skin.

"Grow strong," he continued, his tone turning fierce and protective. "The reef is waiting for you. The Tulkun are waiting. And I... I am waiting. Do not rush, but know that when you arrive, you will have the fastest ilu and the sharpest spear in the clan. I will make sure of it."

He pressed a lingering kiss to your stomach, his breath warm against you, before looking up at you with eyes that shone like the bioluminescent sea.

"You are carrying our child, a hunter/diver," he murmured and smiled at you, his grip tightening just a fraction—enough to let you know he was never letting go.

"I think they will have your eyes," he whispered kissing your temple, "And my stubbornness. May Eywa have mercy on us both."

-

Aonung’s plan was simple: keep the news quiet until the next full moon. He wanted to savor the secret, to protect you from the inevitable chaos of the clan’s excitement.

But Aonung was never particularly good at keeping his internal world off his face.

The "squad"—Rotxo, Tsireya, and even Lo’ak—were gathered by the communal fire-pits, sharpening their hunting daggers. You were sitting a few paces back, leaning against a woven pillar, currently focused on a bowl of a strangely bitter seeds Aonung had scavenged for you.

"Aonung, you’re sharpening the back of the blade," Rotxo remarked, squinting at his friend. "Are you planning to club the fish to death?"

Aonung snapped out of his trance, his ears flattening. "I am focused. You talk too much."

"You’ve been staring at Y/N for twenty minutes," Lo’ak added with a smirk, nudging Rotxo. "And she’s just sitting there eating... are those dye-nuts? Those taste like dirt."

Aonung’s tail gave a sharp, defensive flick against the sand. "She can eat whatever she wants. They are high in... minerals. For the spirit."

Tsireya looked between you and her brother, her head tilting with that innate Metkayina intuition. "You are acting strange, brother. You didn't even join the race today. You said you had to 'check the stability' of your marui’s floorboards?"

"The wood looked soft!" Aonung defended, his voice going up a suspicious half-octave. "It is important. If the floor breaks, someone could fall. Someone... heavy. Or someone who needs to be held up."

He looked at you, his gaze lingering on your stomach with such intense, blatant longing that Rotxo actually dropped his whetstone.

"Aonung," Rotxo said slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Why are you looking at her like she’s a sacred Tulkun?"

"I am not! I am just..." Aonung scrambled for an excuse, his face heating up to a deep shade of teal. "I am ensuring she is breathing correctly."

"She’s been breathing for years, man," Lo'ak laughed. "I think she’s got it down."

You caught Aonung’s eye and gave a tiny, mischievous nod. You knew he couldn't hold it in. He was vibrating with the need to brag, to claim this new title.

Aonung took a deep breath, puffing out his chest. He tried to look stoic, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching upward.

"If you must know," he began, his voice dropping into a performative future-leader bass, "I have decided that Y/N requires extra monitoring because she is currently... busy."

"Busy doing what?" Rotxo asked.

"Carrying a future Olo'eyktan... Or Tsahìk" Aonung blurted out.

The silence that followed was broken only by the crackle of the fire. Then, Tsireya let out a high-pitched squeal, leaping to her feet to rush toward you.

"A baby?" she cried, her eyes shimmering. "I am going to be an aunt?"

"Wait, for real?" Lo'ak blinked, looking impressed. "Aonung, you're gonna be a dad? You can barely handle a stubborn ilu."

"I will be a great father!" Aonung said dramatically. He stepped in front of you like a shield, his hand instinctively reaching back to hover near your knee. "She needs more seeds. Rotxo, go find more of those bitter seeds. Now."

As the group erupted into questions and cheers, Aonung leaned down toward you, ignoring the boys' teasing. He whispered just for you, his tail winding tightly around your own in the shadows.

"So much for a secret," he murmured, his eyes glowing with pride. "But they already know our little one is going to be the strongest of the reef."

He reached out, his thumb quickly brushing over the fabric covering your stomach and he kissed you, already acting like a overprotective father-to-be.

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[vaniellea]

٠࣪⭑ giving aonung his very first blowjob

it’s been a while since you two really got time like this — just the two of you, no reef noise bleeding through the walls, no patrol schedules pulling him somewhere before you even finish talking. 

war has a way of eating everything. patrols, raids, long stretches of him helping tonowari manage whatever the reef keeps throwing at them. 

most nights you’re still curled up in your family’s marui, him back with his family in theirs, the bonding ceremony pushed back again and again because there’s always too much chaos, always too many eyes. it doesn’t stop anything between you, it just means stolen minutes instead of whole evenings, hands brushing quick in passing, looks held a second too long across the reef.

but tonight the village is quiet in the way it rarely is anymore. the stars are bright overhead, the kind of clear that makes the water look like it’s glowing from below, and you’d slipped over late until you found him already awake, already waiting by the small fire pit outside his marui. 

a thin woven cloth hangs across the entrance behind you, not much, but just enough to feel like something private. like you carved out a small corner of the world just for this.

tonowari’s snoring rumbles through the fabric, loud and completely unaware. you both crack up at the same time, hands flying over your mouths to keep it down.

“sounds like a thanator with a cold,” you whisper, and aonung has to press his face into your shoulder to muffle his laugh. when he pulls back his eyes are bright, still fighting the grin.

“What is that?,” he mutters. 

“It’s something big and scary and loud.” You laugh. 

he’s lying back on the mat now, arms folded behind his head, tail flicking in slow, lazy sweeps against your leg that tells you he’s relaxed, comfortable, the tension from the day finally bleeding out of him. 

your hand finds his stomach without thinking, fingers tracing idle circles over the planes of his abs, and you feel more than see the way his breathing evens out under your touch.

your hand drifts lower, almost on its own, trailing to the edge of his loincloth and resting there, not pushing, just present. 

he goes still beneath you, that particular stillness that means he’s paying attention to you and nothing else. doesn’t stop you. just watches.

“hey,” you murmur, dropping your voice softer because the night feels too quiet for anything louder. “ the sky people have this thing they do… it makes your lover feel good...”

he tilts his head toward you, and even in the firelight you catch the flush creeping under his skin. he gets like this sometimes, just with you, all the bravado gone, something quieter and more careful in its place.

“mm.” he clears his throat. “what is it?”

your fingers slip a little further under the cloth. you feel him tense, just barely — involuntary.

“blowjob.”

he tries the word back slowly, like he’s testing the shape of it. “blow… johb?” it comes out mangled, the english syllables tripping over his tongue in a way that’s so genuinely cute you have to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing outright.

“close enough,” you say, and before he can overthink it or talk himself into asking more questions, you tug the loincloth down slow and careful.

he’s already half hard from your touch and the warmth of the fire and probably the words too.

his cock settling heavy against his stomach, bioluminescence tracing a faint glow along the ridges in the low light. 

his eyes cut fast to the cloth partition, still closed, still blocking the marui. the snoring still loud and he exhales through his nose.

you slide your body down right after until you’re nestled between his legs. your breath catches for a second before you look—eyes locking on his cock. it twitches once, then again, a subtle jump under your gaze like it’s waiting, already reacting to the nearness of what’s coming.

then his hand settles at the back of your head. not pulling. not directing. just there, fingers loose in your hair, like he needs something to hold onto.

“why are you down there?” he whispers, voice cracking a little on the last word,half laughing, half already undone.

“Shh” you say back, just as soft, and lean in.

the first touch of your tongue to the tip makes him jerk hard, hips twitching up before he can stop them, a sharp breath caught and swallowed. 

his hand tightens in your hair and he bites his lip so hard you’re surprised he doesn’t draw blood, his eyes snap immediately to the marui and the cloth is still shut and his dad is still snoring steady.

you pull back just enough to crawl up and kiss him properly — slow and deep, giving him a second to breathe. you feel the unsteady exhale against your mouth.

“lay down,” you murmur against him. “relax. i’ve got you.”

he makes a sound low in his throat and lets his head drop back against the mat, eyes still flicking between you and the partition like he can’t quite stop himself from checking. 

you slide back down, settle between his legs, wrap your fingers around him. He’s thick and warm and already pulsing against your palm. the groan he muffles is barely audible, just vibration through his chest.

you start slow, giving him time to adjust.

Your tongue dragging flat along the underside, all the way up. a slow swirl around the head. he’s already leaking, warm on your tongue, and his thighs tense under your palms like he’s fighting to stay still.

every small sound he makes, he shuts down immediately — hand flying to his own mouth, jaw tight, eyes cutting to the marui to his dad still snoring. 

when you take him deeper, the ridges catch gentle against your tongue and he chokes on a whine he barely manages to smother, hips lifting in tiny helpless pulses he can’t seem to control. 

his tail thrashes once against the mat, then curls up tight against his body — the most obvious tell he has, the one he never manages to hide from you. 

you hum around him and feel his whole body jolt.

“eywa—” he breathes, the word fraying at the edges. his fingers shake in your hair. “can’t— it’s too good—”

you pull off just enough to speak, mouth still close, warm breath against him. “shh. You have to be quiet ”

he nods, fast and desperate. eyes fixed on the partition.

you go back down. deeper this time, and faster, suction soft then firm, tongue pressing flat on every slide back up. 

his breathing comes in stuttered little pants, each one swallowed before it can escape. when his abs pull tight and his thighs start to tremble and his grip in your hair goes tight enough that you feel it—

“i’m—” his voice breaks off. a weak tug at your hair. warning. “close—cumming… I’m cumming”

you don’t pull back. you take him all the way and swallow around him, and he cums with a strangled sound muffled hard against his own forearm, hips stuttering up once, twice, body locking rigid before shaking loose. 

you feel every pulse of it, warm on your tongue, his chest caving with the effort of staying silent. eyes screwed shut for one long second, then snapping back open to check the cloth.

still shut. no one saw.

His cum overflows in your mouth and peaks out around your lips that still have his cock down your mouth then you pull off slow and wipe your mouth, then crawl back up to him. 

he pulls you against his chest before you’ve even fully settled, arms locking tight around you, face buried in your neck like he needs to hide there for a minute. like he needs to anchor himself to something solid while his heartbeat finds its way back.

“you’re insane,” he mutters into your skin, voice wrecked and low. 

you laugh quiet into his shoulder. “Did you like it?”

he groans. presses a messy, barely aimed kiss to your jaw.

“yeah,” he says. then quieter, softer, the voice he saves for just you. 

a pause. the fire crackles between one breath and the next.

“Wow,” he murmurs, shy in that careful way again, “you have to do that again”

you smile and let your fingers find the line of his tattoo, tracing it slow.

“deal.”

the stars keep shining. tonowari keeps snoring. the fire burns low and steady.

for now, this is enough.

I surprisingly love writing for aonung… thank you if you have made it this far 🫶

Based off this request!

[visionsofpandora]

Sorry these are a mess but trying to post anyway. Sooo many things to work on but I'm so tired my face hurts ya'll ;-;

[imeow33]

˙⋆✮HE’S WHIPPED.

✿ ao’nung x fem!metkayina reader

“Bro he’s so whipped for her!”

wc, 1.2k .ᐟ

SUMMARY, who knew that you — the shyest girl in the clan, could bring the future olo’eyktan to his knees?

╰┈➤ WARNINGS, ao’nung is down bad for reader/fluff/suggestive/established relationship/lots of touching/kissing/ao’nung is a good boyy//reader is kinda giving heleana from hotd I love it!!

❥ requested by an anon, hope you like it angel <3

────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── ──

You’re shy, maybe a little too shy. While everyone your age in the clan enjoys hunting and fighting, you’d rather spend your day sitting by the ocean or picking out flowers, searching for the prettiest elements to turn into accessories for your hair.

No one ever judged you for it though, not when most of the time, you had a large shadow standing behind you that belonged to no one other than the future olo’eyktan — otherwise known as your boyfriend, Ao’nung.

At first, it came as a surprise to many when you and the prince of the reef started dating — he had a reputation for being a ‘tough guy’, while you were one of the quieter girls with peculiar interests. Before the two of you became a pair, members of the clan imagined that Ao’nung would find someone who matched his fierce character, perhaps a skilled hunter like himself — but turns out, you were just the thing he needed, as well as the only person who could see right through his ‘tough’ act.

The differences between the two of you were evident, yet they only drew you closer together. Although you barely spoke, even before your first interaction, he seemed to know a lot about you — while you on the other hand, knew very little about him, who was significantly louder than you.

The future olo’eyktan had an outgoing personality, accustomed to always being the centre of attention — you, kept to yourself and relished the peaceful moments by the ocean. He was in the middle of every festival, you were sat in the corner, entertaining yourself with a small creature that rested in the palm of your hand. What the metkayina prince appreciated most about your shyness, was how no one else was able get a proper conversation out of you, not the way he could.

Ao’nung would lay leaned back in the sand, his eyes full of admiration, as you would run over to him, excited to show him the beautiful pieces you had collected. He was never a listener — no, he could talk for hours but when it came to you, everything flipped, suddenly nothing he had to say mattered anymore because all he wanted was to listen to you speak.

He could never deny you either, not when you looked at him with those big glossy eyes of yours, so anything you asked for, he would do. The first time his family witnessed this, Ronal thought her pregnancy was causing her to see things while Tonowari’s eyes widened in disbelief at his son’s obedience to his girlfriend, silently attempting to communicate across the table with Tsierya, but she didn’t seem amused. By now, all of Awa’atlu had noticed the change in Ao’nung who would follow you around like a lost puppy.

Some might even say he was whipped — not to his face, of course. His behavior never softened for anyone else, if anything, it grew harsher every second he wasn’t with you, the only one who could unlock that gentler side of him.

Although no one mentioned it out loud, many members of the clan admired you for somehow bringing a man, as stubborn as yours, to his knees with just a bat of your lashes.

── .✦

Ao’nung has been annoyed all day, shouting at his friends for the smallest mistakes during training as if he already was olo’eyktan. However his best friend, who has known him his whole life, immediately connected the dots that it had something to do with you.

“Have you seen her today, bro?”

Rotxo asked, questioning the clearly irritated man next to him, slightly leaning away in case Ao’nung would smack him again for mentioning you.

Luckily enough, he didn’t.

“No.” He sighed, his response bland but still far better than the physical assault he had bestowed on the shorter boy beside him earlier. Rotxo knew that the only way to get his friend out of his bad mood (so that he couldn’t take it out on him anymore) was to encourage him to leave his duties a bit earlier and find you, his anchor.

“I’ll cover for you, go talk to her cuz.” He smiled, not because he’d done good deed for his best friend, but because he’d finally be able to speak freely without being on the receiving end of a death stare each time he opened his mouth.

Before heading toward the direction of where he knew you’d be, Ao’nung stopped and patted the shorter male on the shoulder in gratitude, “Thanks man, I owe you.” Lo’ak’s and Spider’s slang really did seem to be rubbing off on everyone…

𓂃✍︎ to sum it up,

no you = angry ao’nung = everyone scared

On the other hand, unlike Ao’nung whose entire day depended on whether you chose to acknowledge him or not, you have been enjoying your afternoon. The sunlight flickered across your back as you took small steps into the ocean, carefully slipping in, your mind focused on retrieving that seashell you had set your sights on. The water closed around you like a second skin, rising from your ankles to your waist as you waded deeper.

Ignoring the fact that you were not the best swimmer, you continued to go more and more into the cool water — reminding yourself of how wonderful that seashell would look on Ao’nung’s loincloth (which was the only reason you were doing this) for motivation. Taking one last steady breath, you fully dove beneath the surface, the sounds of everything around you dissolving into a muted hush as you moved closer to your goal.

You weren’t someone who took risks by any means, more like someone who, once set their mind on something, acted on impulse, which tended to really bother your boyfriend who worried for you. You could almost hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back, but with the water pulling at you and your prize somewhere below, your instincts took over, turning him out and guiding you deeper without any thought. After all, what kind of metkayina were you if you couldn’t handle a little bit of water?

A smile formed on your lips when you finally spotted the seashell, reaching for it with your hand — you were so close, just a stretch away, only a small lean forward from making the vision of Ao’nung in a sexy loincloth that matched yours, a reality. So close just—

Suddenly, a voice from the shore broke through the peaceful silence of the ocean, making you pause mid dive as you questioned whether it was real or your imagination. Unfortunately for you, it was very real — you must have jinxed it with how much you were thinking of him because you recognised the distorted voice calling out to you as the one of your boyfriend’s. Was he not supposed to be on duty?

Your heart began to race when you heard familiar sound again, which was exactly the opposite of what should be happening while you were underwater. You urgently kicked upward, swimming toward the surface, already aware of the scolding that awaited you — that is if he can resist giving into your glossy eyes, which he never usually could. Ewya had gifted you with big, doe-like eyes, and you knew just how to use them to get what you wanted.

Peeking your head out of the water to gasp for air, you see Ao’nung who is visibly pissed, jumping into the water after you. Only then did you realise just how far you’d actually swum — you could say that your boyfriend was sometimes great motivation. With each deliberate stroke, you moved closer to your lover, meanwhile planning on how you could manipulate him into not being upset with you.

The feeling of a warm hand colliding with your hip made you shriek, immediately snapping you out off your thoughts. For a moment, you almost forgot that Ao’nung was known as the fastest swimmer in the clan for a reason.

“Ao’nung!” You exclaimed, pretending you hadn’t noticed the irritated expression on his face. He looks so hot when he’s mad.

Instead of greeting you wish a kiss like he typically would, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, trapping your body against his.

“Yawne,” he said sharply, “how could you be so reckless?”

“I—”

He quickly cuts you off, his grip around you tightening, “No, I leave my duties early thinking we could spend time togther but instead I find you half way outside the reef.”

He takes a deep breath, trying to his best to keep his composure so he doesn’t accidentally raise his voice, “Do you have any idea how many Akula lurk here at this time of day?”

Not giving you time to answer, Ao’nung tried to continue, but the moment he met your glossy gaze, he froze. You were looking at him with a soft expression, fluttering your lashes as if daring him to say what he had been about to.

Don’t give in Ao’nung, don’t give in, she could have hurt herself, this is serious.

Fuck, but she’s too cute

One of his hands lifted slowly, cupping your face, instant regret consuming his features, “Paskalin, I’m sorry, I was just worried that you could’ve been hurt, I—I would never forgive myself if that happened and I weren’t there to save you.”

You put your smaller hand over his, gently caressing it with your thumb in a comforting way, before opening your mouth to speak, “I’m sorry, Ma Ao’nung you were just worried, it’s my fault—”

To prevent you from blaming yourself any further, he crashed his lips against yours, using it as an excuse to pull you closer to his chest. If there was one thing the prince of the reef hated more than anything, it was you putting yourself down when in his eyes, you were an angel and could do no wrong.

“Nothing’s your fault, we’ll just forget this happened, tanhi.” He murmured into the kiss, not knowing that this had all been apart of your plan. At hearing his words, you tried your hardest not to grin so instead you just kissed him back with even more passion, playing with his hair as your tounges fought for dominance. You secretly loved how ‘whipped’ your boyfriend was for you, you could do as much as bat your lashes at him and he’d be on his knees, calling you his princess — his future Tsahìk.

You whine as he pulls away to take a breath. This time, when he leans in it’s not to kiss you, instead Ao’nung nuzzles his face into your neck, one of his hands sneakily travelling to the curve of your ass to embrace you into a hug. Now that he couldn’t see your face, you smirked to yourself at how oblivious your boyfriend was to your techniques.

“Mhm, you smell so good, princess.” He whispers, inhaling your scent. The feeling of Ao’nung’s hot breath against your skin causes your tail to instinctively curl around his muscular leg, making him let out a small chuckle. “Someone’s eager.”

You met his comment with a death stare, so to please you, he immediately wiped the smirk from his face, an act of obedience that earned him a kiss on the cheek.

“So paskalin, what made you swim all the way out here?” He asks teasingly, bending down to place kisses on your shoulder while awaiting for your answer.

“Well I really wanted to get this seashell—”

He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence — his posture snapped straight, his gaze locking onto your pretty, glossy eyes as if silently urging you to tell him exactly what you wanted needed him to do.

Without you even having to say a word, his hand gave your ass one last gentle squeeze before he dived under the water, determined to fetch the seashell you asked for.

Who would’ve guessed that the tough, mean to everyone, future olo’eyktan was secretly such a good boy?

── .✦

[pandoraslovesworld]

Gave Quaritch eyes and he still couldn’t see. At this point, get that whore some glasses!

[pandoraslovesworld]

Neytiri really loves that man because if it had been me, I would have left his ass RIGHT there!

[minty-thereader]

Your Betrothed || Neteyam x reader x Lo’ak/ pt.2

Synopsis: After witnessing your future mate Neteyam walk out of his marui to be with a random woman, you questioned your position in his life. Were you or were you not arranged to marry this Na’vi? You navigate negative emotions of jealousy, disappointment and the feeling of neglect as you are left by yourself, wondering if this was worth it.

A/n: I will be writing this chapter in 3rd person view! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1: The First Meet, Chapter 2: Just A Taste

Y/n stood in her future mate’s marui, processing what she witnessed. Some woman walked in like she belonged there, and he followed her without hesitation. The lavender skinned Na’vi sat back down by the door. She talked to herself in the silent space. “He allowed some woman to drag him away in the middle of our talk…huh.” Never been in this situation before, she was at a lost for words for a good minute, before the annoyance he probed earlier flared up again. Before she could physically react though, y/n walked out of his marui, her tail swishing with anger as she walked through the mountains.

The more she walked the angrier her tail swished. The further she got in the forest her ears fluttered downwards. Her fists clenched harder. She clung to her satchel as she got higher in the beautiful outdoors of Pandora, feet slamming into the giant dark green trunks, walking past the floating creatures. Fury wanted to escape her so badly. By the time she was far enough, the sun was already setting. Y/n sat on a giant branch and she spent a good, ten minutes, just screaming into her hands until her throat got hoarse.

Screaming profanities at Neteyam, and that random woman. “How dare he?!” The dark haired woman slammed her fist against the tree, but quickly held her hand in pain from contact. “Ugh!” Then she cradled her hand.

Y/n didn’t know rejection, not outside of the punishments her parents would give her growing up. This was new to her; her reactions are valid. She recognized that Neteyam’s behavior was unnecessary and inappropriate. For all the hours she sat out there, soon, she found her lips trembling. A tear slipped from her eye and quickly, she took her finger and caught it. Y/n looked at her finger for a split moment. Crying over something that wasn’t built yet. Over a connection that had an entire month to be made. “How silly of me…”

Somewhere in the forest was Neteyam’s younger brother, he too went on a long walk. Earlier he had gotten into a verbal fight with his father, per usual, but this time it was a bit more than just verbal. He was being scolded again for not being anything like his older brother, and that hurt him more than he would admit. Then, Jake pushed Lo’ak by his forehead, and Lo’ak retaliated, punching his father. Now the young warrior was off in the forest, cooling his head and trying to find a mental escape before he went back home.

Lo’ak looked up in the willow trees for a quick snack, and that’s when he spotted his future in-law.

From afar, she was just a lavender spot glowing in the midst of the green and pink plants. Her bangs covered her eyes and her legs hung off the giant branch. At first, he was going to just keep walking. Pretend he didn’t see her because she wasn’t any of his business, but when he heard her hiccup his ears flopped. It sounded like she’d been crying.

With an eye roll, Lo’ak forced himself to climb up the branches and walk over to the younger woman. He only had one intention, make sure she didn’t plan on jumping off that branch.

Quickly y/n looked up, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden movement to left. Seeing as it was only Lo’ak, y/n quickly wiped her tears and straightened her posture. Her bangs falling in her face when she looked up at him. He had his head tilted as he walked on the branch approaching her. “Hey, why are you out here alone?” Lo’ak asked as he fitted himself beside her, not waiting for an invitation. Y/n’s body stilled. She looked his physic over before her eyes met his. “No reason.” She was quick to answer, muttering. A low laugh left the warrior’s mouth, almost as if he knew she was lying. And maybe he did.

“You’re crying,” Lo’ak points out, leaning on his knees so he could get a good look at her face. “Your fist is bruised,” he gently grabbed her hand, lifting it up to show both of them, and she pulled her hand back gently. “Your voice is hoarse.” He read her like a book. “What happened? Something must have.”

Y/n remained silent. She didn’t want to tell him what she experienced with his brother. A part of her felt like he wouldn’t believe. “Your older brother, he is rude.” Lo’ak stared at her for a good two minutes before a fit of laughter left him. He did not believe her indeed. “Neteyam? Rude?” At least he was getting some kind of humor since his walk. “That man would bury an insect if he accidentally killed it. He kisses the ground our mother and sisters walk on! So what do you mean he was rude to you? In what way??”

Another laugh left him as he said those words. Lo’ak lays back, a hand over his eyes as he chuckled, but y/n was not laughing. The Ayli’teylan was upset, and the young prince didn’t make her feel any better.

Lo’ak kept laughing, until he realized that she was being serious. Lo’ak sat up quickly and cleared his throat, his tail’s swinging stopped abruptly. “Sorry.” He said with sincerity, a hand over his chest. “Thought you were joking.” He placed his hand on the bark, “what did that skxwang do?”

Y/n hesitated to tell. She turned to her head to the right to avoid looking at the older boy, her Pey’lan chiming violently from how quickly she moved. “He…he was dismissive.” Y/n admitted, “he didn’t want to talk to me, and then he made fun of me. I was only trying to get to know him and I put myself out there.” She explained, playing with her weaved skirt loin cloth. “To make things worse, some girl walked in and out like she lived there. I feel like, this was a mistake.” Her e/c eyes filled with tears, “I did not, choose to be here, but I would have never come if I knew that the great Toruk Makto’s Neteyam, was an asshole!”

The forest seemed to quiet around them.

Lo’ak didn’t laugh this time.

He sat forward slightly, forearms braced against his knees, fingers loosely clasped as though he were holding himself back from interrupting her. His jaw shifted once. Twice. He had something to say; she could see it in the way his shoulders drew in, but he let her finish.

“What girl?” he asked finally. Like he already knew.

“The one with the blue skin,” she said sharply. “Long black locs. Markings along her arms and neck.” Her throat tightened. “She walked in like she belonged there.”

Lo’ak exhaled through his nose.

“…Li’ara.”

The name settled between them.

Her eyes flicked to him immediately. “So you do know.”

“Yeah.” He leaned back against the tree trunk, gaze tipping up toward the canopy instead of meeting hers. “We all do.” The pause stretched just long enough to hurt. “They have history,” he admitted. “Nothing official. But enough.” Her fingers slowly curled into the fabric at her hips to ground herself.

“Then I truly do not belong here.” She let out a breath that trembled on the edges. A forced but light laugh left her mouth. “I was not chosen the first time either.”

That made him look at her.

“My parents adopted me,” she continued, quieter now but no less steady. “I was taken in because someone else did not want me.” Her gaze drifted past him, somewhere unfocused. “Now I am here because of alliance. Obligation. A name tied to another name. And I was happy to choose him!”

Her lips pressed together before she forced them apart again. “But he does not choose me.” The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be. Lo’ak straightened a little. “That,” he said evenly, “is his flaw. Not yours.” He poked her shoulder. She swallowed. “And stop letting his ignorance decide your worth.” His tone wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic.

It was firm. Grounded. He didn’t reach for her. Didn’t close the space between them. But his eyes held hers in a way that made it impossible to look away.

“You barely know me,” she said, almost defensively now. “Why do you care?”

He shifted, scratching lightly at the back of his neck, the first crack in his composure. “I don’t,” he said quickly. Then, after a beat, “…I just don’t like seeing people treated like that.” The wind stirred her hair between them. She let out the smallest breath — not quite a laugh, not quite relief. And for a moment, neither of them moved.

Just two strangers sitting too close beneath a tree that had witnessed more honesty than either of them intended to give.

The quiet stretched.

Y/n became aware of it slowly, the closeness. Their shoulders were just inches apart, and his gaze had not moved.

Her throat tightened.

“Um…” She cleared it softly and shifted back, creating space that had not existed a moment ago. She rose to her feet, brushing stray leaves from her skirt though there were none.

“Thank you,” she said, not quite looking at him. “For… listening.” Awkwardly Lo’ak also got to his feet. “Yeah,” he replied. “Anytime.”

The word lingered.

She nodded once, decisive. “I’m going to go for another walk!” A small pause. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

It sounded casual.

It wasn’t.

“Okay,” he said. “See you at dinner.”

A beat.

“Be careful.”

She gave him the faintest acknowledgment of a nod and turned before either of them could add something unnecessary.

She didn’t rush. But she did not look back.

Lo’ak remained where he was for a moment, watching her move between the trees until the forest folded around her.

Only then did he exhale.

What was that? “Be careful~ Sounded like a sappy shit.” He scrubbed a hand along his face, jaw tightening.

It had just been a conversation.

That was all.

He turned in the opposite direction and started back toward the main clan; steady steps, trying to control his heartbeat as if nothing at all had shifted.

Back at the main, Neteyam sat in his marui with Li’ara. Their tails were intertwined, and hands touched. From the outside, anyone could tell that the way they looked at each other was more than just childhood friends. They could tell it was love. For a split second she caressed his face and he leaned into her touch, but that moment ended when Jake walked into his son’s marui. Neteyam detached his tail from hers, and distanced himself.

“Neteyam,” Jake did not look at Li’ara, “where’s your mate? Dinner’s ready and nobody has seen her all day.” Neteyam’s tail stiffened, and with quick wits he snarled, “she’s not my mate.” “Yeah but she will be.” Jake retorted, trying his best to not snap at his son. “You,” the older man only acknowledged Li’ara then. He tilts his chin towards the doorway, “out.” Li’ara paused for a second, looking at Neteyam in hopes he would have defended her stay, but the eldest Sully did not return her gaze. She scuffed, tail smacking his head as she strutted out the marui.

Jake grabbed his jaw, stifling a disappointed laugh. “You were the most obedient one, what is wrong with you?” He asked his son. The men stared into each other’s soul, eyes searching for an answer. “You’re behaving like Lo’ak. Go find, your mate. I’m not asking you either.” The prince stood and gave his father a stoned face. “Yes…sir.” He mocked. The man grabbed his bow and proceeded to exit the marui, when in came Y/n, her hands and mouth covered in a pink stain. Both Jake and Neteyam raised their eyebrows at her state.

“He was just coming to look for you,” Jake pointed at his son. “Where were you? You okay?” Worry laced his voice, as a father he felt responsible for the younger woman. “Yeah I’m fine,” y/n didn’t make eye contact with the silent Na’vi to her left, instead, she looked right at her future in-law. “I got a bit carried away,” she laughed showing her hands, “eating some berries. Can I go wash up before dinner??” “Of course you can. Neteyam, look after her.” Jake smiled warmly while placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll see you both soon.” He departed, leaving the pair alone.

“Hey—” y/n pushed past the man who blocked her path, ignoring him as he tried to talk to her. Heading to the waterfall with a strut, Y/n tied her hair out of her face. “I was trying to talk to you.” Neteyam grumbled behind her, behind her at every step. When she moved a branch from her path and released it, it almost snapped back in his face. Neteyam barely dodged it. Still, she dismissed his words. His jawline tightened, as did his fist. The Na’vi held in his emotions to his best, taking a deep breath while he watched that woman bend and wash up at the waterfall.

“Fine,” he snarled, “ignore me. I don’t care. Get lost in the forest next time!” His hair swayed as he turned back to the dining hall. Y/n froze at his words, looking over her shoulder to see his retreating figure, smiling gently. ‘Yeah, see how that felt?’ Her thoughts echoed, going back to washing up.

When dinner finally started, y/n still wasn’t there. Neteyam sat beside Li’ara who kept trying to feed him. She noticed how annoyed he was and wanted to distract him, but unfortunately every time she touched him, Neteyam kept remembering the lavender beauty. “Ma Jake,” the Sully’s looked at the sound of Neytiri speaking, “where’s y/n? Her food will get cold.”

Jake shrugged, looking instead at Neteyam, who also shrugged and kept poking at his meal. “What do you mean eh?” Jake mimicked his heir with the same shoulder shrug. “I left her with you boy.” Neteyam dropped his meal, hitting the table. It wasn’t too hard, but it made their side rattle. “And so what? She’s an adult! If she doesn’t want to have dinner that is not my business!”

Neytiri hissed at her oldest, whose ears flopped from her disciplining. “I do not care if you are 23,” she warned pointing at him, “but you do not talk to your father like that! We are only concerned about the girl and eating!” Neteyam felt guilt. His mother was right. The least he could have done was make sure she ate something before she went, God knows where.

The blue woman next to him rubbed his thigh to bring him comfort. Neteyam glanced down at her, her light yellow eyes staring into his with sympathy. The table went back to eating, Kiri and Tuk giving each other worried glances. This arrangement was not going well, and it’s only day one.

Lo’ak, looked up for a moment, staring into Neteyam’s eyes. The brothers had an unspoken dialogue, Neteyam saying, ‘what’s your problem?’ Lo’ak saying, ‘you. You’re treating her badly.’ And Neteyam ended their stare down with a look that definitely said, ‘not your business.’ Before they both went back to eating in silence.

It was after dinner that Jake pulled his child aside to actually talk to him. In the background, the villagers moved with structure and cleaned up, while Jake had the slightly shorter Na’vi cornered. “What is it that you don’t like about Y/n?” He confronted him. Neteyam turned his head to avoid Jake in his face but then looked back at him. “Is it her skin? You are part of me. You’re not any more Na’vi than she isn’t Omaticaya.” Neteyam’s fist clenched and unclenched. “She’s a good girl,” Jake pressed, “anybody can see that. The least you could do, is try, Neteyam. Don’t alienate her. You know what that’s like already. Do better.”

He didn’t give him a chance to speak up. Jake walked away to help his wife, and Neteyam’s lips folded. He wanted so badly to swing at something but held back.

When he went to his marui, he made sure the entrance was properly closed so no one could just walk in. There she lay, sleeping peacefully in the fur bed he had given her to the corner of the room. Her hair was all over, a small drool at the side of her lips, and her breathing was steady. He watched her sleep, but he never approached. The warrior only went to his own bed and sat there, staring at her for a long time. He had no desire to be her mate, but he also knew that he did not know her. So perhaps if he tried, like Jake said, he would learn to like her. Neteyam grabbed his tsaheylu and looked back at Y/n.

He was reluctant but guilt made him double think his actions, and he dropped his head in his hands. “Fine..” he grumbled to himself, “I’ll try…”

[fluffylino]

tuning in

18+ (minors dni)

Human Jake Sully x fem human reader

AHHAHA OKAY THIS ONE IS INSANE. perv!jakey and woo is it getting hot in here or is it just me-

jake's eyes fly open. blinking furiously and wondering whether his ears were decieving him. a few seconds later, he hears you whimper. its barely audible, but the shack is so quiet and what can he do? his hearing was great.

you try your best to be quiet. fingers tracing over your aching heat. it had been weeks since you last touched yourself. hiding your face in the pillow while you teasingly traced the swollen folds.

the marine exhales shakily. trying not to listen but he fails miserably. balling a fist of his bedsheet. the soft sound you make has his pants tightening. dick reacting to your sweet noises.

he shakes his head, closing his eyes and willing himself to just go back to sleep but his hand unconciously pushes against his covered bulge. trembling as he shoves his hand below his waistband, grabbing his throbbing length in a tight grip.

"oh f-fuck" he mumbles, hearing your breath hitch every couple of seconds. as if you were riling yourself up. and jake closes his eyes, beginning to shamelessly stroke himself.

guilt comsumes him but fuck he can't stop imagining what you're doing up there with him literally right there. are your panties off? discarded on the side while you're left only in your shirt. legs parted slightly to let your fingers creep through that sopping wet heat.

the marine shudders, lower stomach tightening. stroking himself tortorously slow. or maybe you're just so needy. so depraved and aching. oh how he would love to take that ache between your legs away. precum oozing out of his weeping tip.

maybe you're trying to do it quietly. jake's eyes roll back when you let out a whiny 'mmmh'.

picturing you with your panties still on, your thighs squeezing around your hand. he's so sure you're playing with your clit. rubbing it just right and his thumb swipes over his sensitive tip, mimicking what he imagines you're doing.

he grunts, back arching and he has to cover his mouth to muffle the uncontrollable moans that leave him. stroking himself faster when he hears your breath quicken and there's this change in your tone. his ears pick up the softest squelch. its lewd but so fucking hot.

you're so wet. your fingers must be coated with warm sticky arousal. biting down on his tongue to keep you from hearing his broken whimpers. his dick aches for release but no, his mind eagerly wants him to cum at the same time as you.

you let out a choked cry, its muffled and his jaw drops open when he hears the next thing.

"j-jake" and he stops himself from answering. you're talking to yourself. calling upon his name while your cunt is leaking.

"mmh jake" you whine, his breath hitches and he finds himself nodding in the dark. cursing under his breath at how broken you sound while his name rolls off your tongue.

"can i cum? p-please jake..." you whisper with a quiet cry, murmuring his name to get you to the edge. jake fists his dick ruthlessly.

it hits him like a truck when he realises you're dreaming of him and probably imagining his fingers buried in your pussy.

"yeah babygirl...f-fuck, cum for me" he murmurs to himself, pretending like you could actually hear him. eyebrows stitched together as he spills all over himself with a wet sob. cumming so hard he sees flashes of white. turning his head into the pillow so you don't hear how pathetic he sounds.

the marine picks up on your delicious whimpers as you cum with a muffled sob of his name. its beyond erotic and downright filthy.

his cum drips down his knuckles, staining the insides of his pants and boxers. "s-such a good girl" he whispers mindlessly. breathing heavily.

little does he know you heard it all...

....

oh i was sweating while writing this-

masterlist

[fluffylino]

sit !

Human Jake Sully x fem human reader

teehee can't stop thinking about him always wanting you in his lap aaaaaa very fluffy...he is so puppy coded. look at those pretty blue eyes...so cute !

"jake? can you roll a chair to me?" you softly ask the man beside you. "what for?" and you nearly peel your eyes away from the screen to throw him an 'are you being for real' look.

"dumbass. to sit!" the marine laughs to himself, satisfied with achieving his goal of getting you all annoyed. you're jotting down a few important observations before you feel, what you think is the legs of the chair. happy that for once, he wasn't teasing you.

so you sigh happily and plop down without much thought. the marine lets out a grunt and shaky exhale. your heart jumps. ripping your gaze away from the notebook to him. and he grins triumphantly. fingers pinching your sides.

the sneaky bastard.

"jake what the fuck" you're about to get up from his lap. but his arms cling to your waist. wrapping around you and keeping you right there.

"...i couldve hurt you!" you try to scold, worried that you mightve hurt his legs with how carelessly you planted yourself down.

"nah. baby you'd never" jake mumbles, digging his chin into your back playfully. "we couldve rolled back!" he shakes his head in disagreement. tapping the side of his wheelchair proudly. "locked it in place. i'm always ready for you" and you sigh. attention shifting entirely to the man beneath you.

"anyways...i asked for a chair, sully."

ignoring the goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands sneak under your shirt. shamelessly feeling up your bare skin. hooking his chin on your shoulder so he can pull you back onto his firm chest.

"oh yeah about that...you never specified which one..." nuzzling his face against your nape.

"...admit it, i'm the best chair you've ever wished for" jake whispers, hot breath fanning over your earlobe. you curl into yourself, unconciously leaning into him. making a soft noise when his teeth graze the sensitive skin behind your ear.

your hands paw at his forearms, his light stubble making you get all ticklish. "mh sit still, baby" jake mumbles, and you feel him relax. more than happy to have you on his lap.

"...i'll be done soon" you reassure, turning around to kiss him on the cheek. and he swiftly kisses you on the mouth. pulling away painfully slow, his eyes locked on you before he wordlessly encourages you to complete your list of observations. "take your time, sweetheart"

....

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[fluffylino]

video logs

Human Jake Sully x fem human reader

(a little suggestive but so fluffy and domestic)

it is so so so unfair that there are hardly any human jake fics or drabbles...this man is so fucking gorgeous- like its not even a joke i like him so much as a human or avatar!

"video logs jake!" your voice is loud enough to snap the man out of his daze. and he whips his head around, shooting you an unimpressed look. "you gotta log in when the memories are fresh" half your attention turned to the way he fiddled with the buttons on the desk. pausing and trying to wriggle out of duty. "they're so boring to do" he snorts out, sighing dramatically.

"...and this never comes on when i try to switch it on" jake complains and you're so glad you're aware of his antics. who knew a marine could be this childish and pampered.

"oh really?" you raise an eyebrow, not convinced.

"mhm, how about you c'mere and help me?" and its his tone that makes your heart flutter. but you don't give into him. instead keeping the distance, just to tease him even more. "cmon baby, help this poor pathetic guy out"

"pathetic? yes. yes you most definitely are" rolling your eyes affectionately as you walk over to him. "you're seriously such a baby" and the marine wheels an inch behind to give you enough space. huffing out a breath of air while you switch on the device, adjusting the height of the camera lower for him.

snapping your head in his direction to shoot him a suspicious look when his hand creeps up the side of your waist.

"....and what do you think you're doing, mister sully?" and he hums, pretending as though his touch is the most innocent thing in the world. "here, all done" you let out, taken by surprise.

his knees bump into yours, making you stumble but his hands grip either side of your hips. pulling you towards him as he adjusts himself on the wheelchair. leaning forward. pinning you back against the edge of the desk.

you're about to protest at the casual manhandling but your voice dies down as he presses a kiss to your stomach, over the fabric of your shirt. it has you looking down at him in shock and awe. "thank you babygirl" jake whispers, his fingers slowly peeling your shirt up. his eyes locked on you while he leans closer. hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin.

"...jake what...are..you doing?" you look around even though you know the shack is empty. the others would be back later.

"....being appreciative? " his lips hovering teasingly above your navel. it has you shuddering. but his hands squeeze the soft flesh.

lowering his head seductively, to trail lazy wet kisses further down. it sends a spark of arousal right to your core. hands flying out to hold his shoulders, steadying yourself.

it doesn't help that the marine maintains eye contact while his tongue slips out to press a filthy open mouth kiss below your navel. the wet muscle, hot and lewd. your knees go weak.

"...sully!" you try to scold but fail miserably when he smiles so innocently. its almost devastatingly adorable.

"mhm?" tongue licking a long strip all the way down to your waistband. you can't help how he makes you feel. and how insanely pretty he looks. his eyes closing briefly when you run your hands through his hair. pulling him closer. he moans so softly.

his hands leaving your waist to unbutton your jeans. chuckling when he sees that its already undone. and you feel the need to clarify. 

"...what? my pants got tight after i ate lunch" and jake is absolutely endeared at your honesty. he's got that glimmer in his eyes. unable to wipe the smile off his face even while his teeth catch onto the dainty little bow stitched onto the front of your panties.

"...no no no video log!" you giggle, playfully pushing him back but he whines. kissing over your panties, trying his best to entice you.

"jake sully. finish that video log...then...maybe i'll let you-" the marine gives you no time to finish your sentence before he's clicking the 'on' button. eager to get it done with so he can enjoy something even better.

and in seconds he's introducing himself with the date and time while struggling not to laugh as you jump out of frame, tripping over his wheels.

....

i love this man. i have so many drafts of human jake grrrr

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[vintosik]

Show me your teeth

[fluffylino]

cotton panties

18+ (minors dni)

Human Jake Sully x fem human reader

PERV JAKE SUPREMACY....perv jake perv jakey perv jakey all the way (also that pic is mindnumbingly hot af)......he can't stop staring- oh god he looks so yum i can't even-

jake doesn't mean to stare. or maybe he does. he tries not to. really tries. but how can he not?

the first time it happened, started it all. he really needed help with switching off the screens. well, he had forgotten. wheeled himself to his bunker bed and finally layed down, only noticing after a good five minutes that his screen was still blinking.

norm would yell at him if he left it on. but now he'd have to go through all the hardwork of getting up, picking himself off and down onto his wheelchair and repeating the whole process once again before he could come back to bed.

so he calls out softly to you. from where your fast asleep on the bunker above. mumbling apologies when you whine. nevertheless you do listen to him. getting up and climbing down.

fuck, he thinks. seeing you in only a loose oversized night shirt. it reaches just below your knees and he thinks its the cutest (hottest) thing ever. trying so very hard to not stare at your tits.

"jakeeee" you whine and he physically stops himself from tackling you into a hug right there and then. you're too cute. he sits on the edge of his bed, watching you sleepily walk a few feet away.

bending down without a care in the world. it happens all too fast and he catches a clear view of your panties. snapping his head away so quickly, he nearly gets dizzy. jake can't help it.

his eyes betray him as he subtly readjusts his gaze to your backside. dick twitching weakly in his pants.

you're not wearing anything special. its not lace underwear or anything scandalous. they're just normal ordinary cotton panties but anything you wear looks sexier than ever, according to him. he'd nearly cream on the spot.

trailing his eyes lower when you move slightly, busily unplugging the wires. panties sticking to your heat. were you wet?

the marine swears he can see the faint outline of your pussy. puffy and he can't help imagining filthy things. he wants to hear you whimper and moan his name. and he curses under his breath, swalllowing hard. the thin fabric doing nothing to hide such a pretty sight.

he doesn't even realise his mouth is slightly parted, even after you stand up. so entirely turned on by you. walking towards him while yawning. and jake fixes his expression, gazing at you innocently.

"switched it off...goodnight jake" you mumble and he lays his hand on your bare thigh. squeezing the soft flesh tenderly.

"thank you, baby...goodnight" the petname slips out, but you smile sweetly. climbing back up and he catches one last glimpse of your covered cunt.

he definitely thinks you're doing it on purpose when you pause for a few seconds. the sight haunts him, coming back to him in the form of a wet dream.

....

oh there's so many perv!jake ideas i have-

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[thewarmblanket]

OH MY GOD HIM

WHY IS HE SO PUNCHABLE BUT SO FINE AT THE SAME TIME

[weiw25]

"Eywa has turned her back on you."

pairing: Wukula x female Na'vi Reader

She stood in the center of the clearing with her hands free at her sides, fingers trembling despite her best efforts to still them. She would not give them the pleasure of seeing her break. Her bow lay discarded, broken in the dirt. The bloodied knife already taken, removed like a dangerous thought. The forest pressed close, in a quiet judgement, leaves dancing around her though there was no wind. Even the animals had gone quiet, as if Eywa herself had drawn in a breath and was waiting to see what would happen next. Fire light up the bark of the surrounding trees, painting the gathered Na’vi in gold hues. All familiar faces, hunters she had run with, women who had braided her hair, children she had cared for, all stood in a loose circle, eyes averted. No one spoke her name.

The clan leader stepped forward.

His shadow stretched long and warped across the ground, swallowing her form. His queue was heavy with beads of bone and feather, each one earned, each one a testament to years of listening to Eywa’s voice. He did not look at her face. He looked past her, as if she were already gone.

“You have spilled Na’vi blood.”

She did not flinch.

“Yes,” she said looking at him. Her eyes masking any emotion she might have felt. The word rippled through the air, like a stone dropped into water. Murmurs spread like fire.  

“You struck first,” the leader said.

“Yes.”

“You killed one of your own.”

She met his gaze then, steady and unashamed.

“He harmed my sister.”

The crown around her grew silent, murmurs and judgmental looks shot her way.

“You chose violence,” the leader said, voice hardening. “Eywa offers many paths.”

“She offered none to me.”

That, more than the blood she spilled, sealed her fate.

The leader raised his hand, “You will not speak again.”

They forced her to her knees and she did not resist. The ground was cold beneath her palms, familiar as breath. Her eyes searched a pair of light amber, comforting and gentle. Her younger sister Tsi’u. She smiled then, seeing her well and alive. She was her only remaining family, the one person she would give up everything for. Her sister’s eyes welled up with tears, but she did not intervene. Tsi’u knew very well that this was final and that her sister already prepared for what’s to come.

The elder stepped behind her.

She felt the blade before it touched her skin—the shift of air, the pause.

She did not scream.

Pain shot across her back, hot and precise. Her jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Fire bloomed, spread, settled deep into her bones.

A reminder.

She breathed through it.

The blade carved ritual marks into her flesh, slow and deliberate. Symbols that would follow her wherever she went.

Kinslayer. Unclean. Forsaken.

Her hands trembled, but she did not cry out. When it was over, she sagged forward, breath heavy, blood warm against her skin.

 The clan leader spoke, voice hard and uncaring. “Your songcord will be forgotten, no spirit tree will hear your prayers.” And then he looked at her for the first time, eyes cold.

“Eywa has turned her back on you.”  She smiled.

Mist crawled low along the forest floor, cold and wet against her ankles. Her back burned beneath it’s bindings, every movement pulling raw skin open again, blood seeping slow and smearing her garments. She did not slow. Pain was just another rhythm now, like breath, like the beat of her heart.

She did not look back.

The forest closed behind her without ceremony. Eywa did not mourn her absence.

Good.

She walked until her legs shook, until the burn in her muscles dulled into something distant. When she finally stopped, it was not to rest, but because hunger demanded attention with a sharp, hollow ache. She hunted alone, her sister not by her side. The first attempt failed. Her aim thrown by pain and exhaustion, her grip weakened by blood loss. The arrow went wide causing the animal flee. She did not curse, she simply adjusted, waited, tracked again.

Patience was easier when there was no one left to disappoint.

When she finally brought something down, there was prayer, no gratitude for the Great Mother. Her hands shook as she worked, blood smearing her fingers. She ate, eyes up, senses sharp, ready to run or fight at the smallest sound.

The first clan ignored her.

She stepped into their clearing openly, unarmed, scars visible. Their eyes lingered on her back, then slid away as if she were something cursed. An elder lifted a hand.

“No,” Was the only word she needed to hear.  

The second clan watched her longer.

A hunter’s gaze caught on the scars crossing her back, recognition flaring sharp and immediate. Whispers followed her as she passed between the huts. Someone reached for a weapon, her ears perking up at the sound.

“You will bring misfortune,” their Tsahik said. “Go.”

She slept in the trees that night, stomach empty, listening to their fires crackle below. Laughter drifted up through the branches. The sound felt nostalgic. She shifted her gaze to the sky, tears threatened to cloud her vision at the thought of her sister. Will you forget about me, tsmuke?

By the third clan, she did not announce herself at all.

She circled their territory for two days, mapping paths, observing their warriors, memorizing their routines . When she crept close enough to steal dried meat from a basket, a voice spoke softly from behind her.

“We smell death on you.”

She froze as she felt the tip of a spear on her back. Her hand instinctively going for her blade.

“You are marked,” the voice continued. “Eywa has judged you.”

She straightened slowly then turned to fully look at the other Na’vi. The spear, leveled now at her chest, did not waver.

“Leave.”

She left without argument.

Hunger became a constant companion, so did pain. Her wounds festered, then hardened. Her hands blistered and split from climbing and killing. Sleep came in pieces, never long enough to dream.

Then she smelled smoke.

 The smell of ash and charred wood.

Mangkwan.

The forest around their territory felt wrong, trees scarred, undergrowth trampled, bones half buried. This was not a place Eywa lingered.

Yet, she did not turn away.

Movement exploded from the forest, dark paint mixed with ash and red, jagged blades, bodies moving fast and low. She rolled instinctively as something flew past her head, the arrow landing in a near by tree.

And then she lunged.

The first Mangkwan died quickly, throat opened in a clean, brutal motion.

The second caught her across the ribs. Pain flared hot and sharp. She snarled and drove the blade into his gut. The third knocked her hard to the ground. Breath left her lungs in a choking rush. She kicked, scrambled, bit down a scream as something stabbed her leg.

Blood soaked the earth.

She rose anyway, sloppy but determined. Another body fell. Her vision swam. Her grip slipped. Still, she did not retreat. Then the pressure changed. The group of warriors that screamed and shouted silenced down.

Something heavier stepped into the clearing.

He did not rush.

He looked at the dead, at the wounded and then his eyes found her, bloodied, shaking, still standing. His gaze traced the scars on her back.

 “You should be dead,” he said.

She only barred her teeth and hissed. They fought. He drove her back step by step, forcing her to react, to adapt. Every mistake earned pain and every success was answered immediately. Her muscles screamed. Her lungs burned. She struck him once, twice. She felt the impact, the satisfaction. It was not enough. He caught her wrist mid-swing and twisted hard lowering her. She went down under his weight, knee pressing into her spine.

“Kill me,” she said into the dirt. “Or get off.”

There was a pause.

Then he laughed. Low and amused.

“You survived alone,” he said. “Marked. Starved. Hunted.”

He hauled her upright, fingers firm, assessing.

“You chose us before we chose you.”

She wiped blood from her mouth, her eyes looking coldly at her captors.

The forest around them was silent, burned and empty.

Eywa did not intervene, and she did not pray for it.

[thefl3shm4id3n]

Hii🌸

What do you think about Wukula being deadly awkward in a soft interaction with a cute-and-kind RDA-scientists human!reader?

THX🫀

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Tw: Wukula is possessive af, scenting, semi courting rituals.

A/n: I hope ya like it.

Masterlist

Ever since the Mangkwan step foot into the RDA base, a na'vi in particular quickly imprinted on you. Later you learned his name was Wukula. You had your acquaintance and you thought that was going to be it. But no. Everywhere you went, he was there. Somehow, he found out about your location, and he'd be there. Watching you work, asking you questions you didn't mind answering. It was nice having someone to talk about your research and knowlage.

Then came the problems. Since Wukula had made himself known. He'd scare off your coworkers, specially the men. He'd growl and his at them. No one dared to come near you afterwards, you earned a lecture from your Parker, telling you to keep your feral cat on a leash. He did remind you of a bald cat in some way. You'd apologize and tried talking to Wukula about his behavior, but he'd insist that he'd only keeping you safe.

More things began to happen, how he'd hold you. Rubbing his face onto your face and neck, leaving his scent on you. Later came gifts. You'd receive small trinkets. Such a necklace made of feathers and bones, you couldn't tell if they were from animal or na'vi. You didn't ask. You simply thanked Wukula and put on the necklaces. He'd purr every time he'd see you wear the necklaces. He started to drop off strange meats. As much as you'd like to eat them, you couldn't since they were toxic for human consumption. You'd feel bad since it must have taken him time to hunt. But he understood.

You were in the lab again, late. Working on some paperwork that needed to get turned in. Meanwhile, Wukula was there. Sitting on the floor, sharpening his blade, with a mask dangling from his neck. Inhaling some oxygen every now and then, when he'd spot a male scientist walk by, he'd glare at them. Sharpening his knife more, to intimidate them. Making them leave in a hurry.

"You know, you don't have to be here. You can go if you want." You told him, as you signed some papers. "And leave you alone with them? No." He responded as he sharpened his knife. You sighed with a small smile. Wukula then topped what he was doing, crawling like a cat towards you. Seeing what you were doing. "You do this all day?" He asked, looking over your shoulder. "It depends." You answered, as you continued your work.

Wukula continued to look at you, seeing you very focused in your work. He knew how much you liked your work. You'd go on and on about your research and so on. He found it adorable. He also noticed the necklace that you were wearing, made with bones from his last hunt. It was slightly bigger then you, but you wore it anyway. He couldn't help but purr. You heard the purr near your ears. "Are you purring?" You asked, turning to look at him. "I don't purr." He responded, quickly. His tail moving side to side, you couldn't help but giggle. "You are." You said, teasing him.

He frowned, but didn't deny it. He couldn't. You obviously heard it. "You're the cause of this." He tried to justify. He then pushed the chair back, before you could say anything. He was now sitting in front of you. Laying his side of his face on your thighs. Slightly rubbing his cheek against them. Most likely scenting you. It surprised you, but you didn't mind. You softly ran your fingers on his broad shoulders, caressing his rough and scarred skin. That made him purr, making you giggle even more. He was like a cat on your lap.

[tiredmamaissy]

Easy Prey For A Hungry Predator.

You and That Mouth Part II

So’lek x Sarentu!Reader

Summary: When the flame inside burns for you, So’lek is forced to fight against his every instinct. Pushed to his limits, the line between protector and predator starts to blur.

Content Warnings: explicit smut, !mdni!, age gap (approx. 20 yrs), power dynamics, sexual tension, predator/prey, heat cycle, rut cycle, dubcon, virginity loss, blood, breeding kink, creampie, knotting, rough pnv, forced proximity, marking/biting

Author’s Note: this is a collab w/ the insanely talented @zestys-stuff 🫦 her beautiful artwork will be linked!

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Why is he shooing you away? 

You let out a confused, yet needy whine and roll over on your hands and knees, just barely crawling towards his feet. He’s your mate, he won’t hurt you. You know this like you know how to breathe. 

“Go.” He jerks his chin and towards the mouth of the cave. He can’t handle this. He can’t fight this any longer. He can’t move, because he can’t trust himself not to pounce on you if he does. “Go, now.” 

You can’t understand, you don’t want to. You want him to get rid of this feeling. Only he can do it. Maybe you need to show him again how good you can make him feel. You paw at his feet, and he staggers back. 

So’lek lets out a frustrated, grating hiss. When you look up, he has the eyes of a beast, peering down at you. Slits for pupils. Your fight or flight instinct kicks in, and your body chooses a mix between flight and freeze when it senses this large predator looming over you. 

You cower, shaking, making yourself small, as small as you can. You want to appear as least threatening as possible.

But it doesn’t help. 

No, it actually makes it that much worse, to see you cower in fear at his feet. He wants to reach inside himself and rip out this thing that makes him this way. Despite that, he can’t stop the way his rut seizes his reins right from his hands, like they were coated in oil. 

Easy. 

Right now, he’s all predaceous instinct, growling and prowling, clutching the ledge to keep himself exactly where he is. It makes your tummy twist with confusion and fear and your legs skitter you further back into the cave, a part deep inside you yelling—danger, danger. 

Yet still, there’s the even bigger part of you that wants this. 

It becomes obvious a little too late. The fact that possibly, telling you to run wasn’t a good idea. That now, you not only smell like prey, but you look like prey, fleeing from him. It’s just turned this into the most exciting, and rewarding hunt of his life. It makes him feel like he’s the apex predator. 

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, each little trip and stumble burns into his mind. That primal part of himself calculates exactly how he’ll catch you—subdue you—which frail limb he'll pin down first. You’re too easy.

Easy prey, for a hungry predator, he once thought. 

At this point your legs and arms are moving for you, doing all the work, dragging your heavy body away from him. He wants to tell you—warn you—to stop, not to run, but he doesn’t even have the power to do that. He’s barely there. 

His rut surges him forward and his body jerks, but he tightens his grip on the stone. So’lek grunts low, straining every muscle as he fights to physically restrain himself. But then your flushed folds peek out between your thighs, as swollen as ever, dripping with your arousal. 

The reward—the bait.

Adrenaline pumps through him and his grip falters. So’lek lunges for you, and the impact slamming you onto your belly. Immediately you’re whimpering, small and scared, yet your body grows more excited and aroused.

He’s rough with his touch, groaning and grunting as he starts to mount you from behind, completely blinded by instinct. You don’t stand a chance, you felt that the moment he looked down at you with disdain in his eyes. 

All you can feel is his weight on top of you, forcing you down as his legs shuffle behind you. Your tail gets yanked to the side, and he pins it to the ground to keep it out the way. He curves over you, back hunched as his legs drive yours apart. 

Low whines vibrate your throat and your ears pin back, you don’t know how you feel. You’re burning under him and your body’s following his every rough demand—presenting. Begging. It's frightening how your body knows how to move, when your mind doesn’t. You feel the tips of your toes push into the ground and your hips lift into the air so your pussy shoves into him. 

So’lek looks down, taking in the sight of your exposed cunt so close to cock. You're tiny in comparison, it only makes him want to breach you more. He will make it fit.

Fuck, just one thrust and he’d be inside, unloading his balls into your womb. Your clit contracts, and your small opening flutters, and his cock strains forward. Your pussy looks so perfect for him, so tight. Wet and ripe. 

Young.

Untouched. A little piece of skin still intact, barely there and thin as ever. He wants to break it. He wants to be the first one to stretch your tight little hole, the only one. You moan needily, pushing your pussy onto him again, weak but insistent. Those swollen folds hug him just right, spreading perfectly to accommodate his thick cock. 

He growls his approval and you arch into him as hard as your shaking muscles will allow. All he needs to do is pull his hips back a bit, and then thrust his cock inside and your innocence will be his. Your pussy will be his. Your womb will be his. Only his. Never anyone else’s. 

She is a virgin, he forcefully reminds himself. She will hurt. 

Horror sinks his stomach when he realises how close he is to taking that from you. He throws up images of you, rosy cheeked and extra sweet in his mind, his sorry attempt to quell the flame. He shouldn’t be doing this, you’ll never trust him again when you are back in your right mind. 

The clarity is bone chilling. But it’s enough fuel for him to push you away—to shove himself away. You land on your chest, hips still high in the air, knees pushing them higher as whimpering moans spill out of you and your pussy clenches. His hand swipes down his face, harsh and reinvigorating. 

He needs to get away from you. Now.  

But he can’t. He can’t leave you alone, especially like this. What if someone else finds you? What if someone else…takes you? Every muscle screams protect—claim his territory. His mate.

“Do not…follow.” So’lek’s voice is hardly there as he sways to his feet. “Stay.”

He doesn’t feed into the thoughts, he forces the image of your tight puss—he forces himself to think about your innocent smile. He doesn’t let your big, confused eyes stop him, even though they’re looking at him expectantly. He won’t acknowledge what they’re asking of him—not to go, not to stop. To do what he’s supposed to do. 

So’lek doesn’t even think of where he’s going, he just knows he needs to go. He finds himself backing away, and you call for him, pained. So pained your voice won’t project despite how hard you try. 

“No, c-come…back.” You let out frustrated sobs, helplessly watching him leave. “Please, h-help…help me!” 

So’lek feels like his heart is about to explode in his chest, it’s wrong to leave you. Letting you suffer is wrong. Leaving you defenseless is wrong. But he’s also wrong, too. He can’t make it better. He can only hurt. 

“I cannot—help you.” 

So’lek finds himself near the cave, concealing amongst the rocks nearby a waterfall. He physically can’t bring himself to be far away from you, he can still hear you suffer, even over the booming cascade of water. It’s like he’s fine tuned to your frequency. 

So’lek holds a vice-like grip on his cock, welcoming the pain, never pleasure. He wants it gone. But it won’t go down. So he lets the water beat on his back, the constant stimulation is enough to keep him somewhat focused. Enough to keep him put. 

At least you were staying put. That's good. The only real comfort he has with him being out here and you being in there, is that whatever—whoever tries to get to you would find him first. 

This is the safest you can be right now. 

Until you reach a point that you didn’t think was possible. It brings you to tears, the type that leaves you hiccuping. It has you rocking on your hands and knees again, to emulate what it would feel like to have his hips thrusting into you. 

You’ve never yearned for something so bad in your life. It doesn't just hurt, it’s need, raw, pure need. It really feels like you won’t make it out of this, it’s too much. Your hands go down there again, you don’t know what to do. But you just do, rubbing that hard bump that makes it feel like electricity is pulsing through you. 

It’s not enough. There’s this feeling inside, deep inside. How will you get there? He will get there, you think. He knows how, and he will do it the right way. Suddenly, the events of the past hour have slipped entirely from your memory and you are being led by your nose, following this delicious scent. 

It’s your mates, yes it is. You’re certain of it. You’re not sure why he’s so far away, perhaps he’s hunting something for you to eat. That’s the only plausible explanation you can think of. But you’ll just go to him, instead. Simple. 

So’lek listens to your moans and cries, which pain him more than anything else. He’s done you wrong and he’s excruciatingly aware of it. But at least they’re a reminder that you’re in there, safe from him and whatever lurks in the forest. 

Then it becomes eerily quiet. Nothing. No cries, no hushed whimpers, none of those sweet moans. He immediately almost leaves to check on you. To make sure you’re still there. Maybe he should. Just a little closer, just to make sure. It wouldn’t hurt. 

Yes, it would. 

He’s harsh with his reminder, and he wills himself to stay under the fall a little longer. Give you a bit more time. Maybe you were finally asleep. 

Maybe you weren’t. 

Maybe, something happened to you. What if—? So’lek’s muscles seize, priming—anticipating. He didn’t quite get the chance to fetch his rifle before leaving. Whatever it is he may face, he’ll have to do it with his fist and knife. 

So’lek stalks in the direction of the cave, vigilantly scanning the forest, specifically those places where someone could hide. For any foreign scents or lurking threats, even as small as a pack of viperwolves. Everything seems fine, yet his senses have him on high alert. 

“So’lek!” 

Instantly, every muscle in his body catapults in your direction. There is no second thought, no choice in his actions. His heart pounds, his legs won’t move quick enough. Soon the blood whooshing in his ears is starting to sound like—protect, protect, protect. 

“So’lek!” 

Another wail, a little weaker this time. Why did he let you out of his sight? Why did he leave? He doesn’t bother to look around him, he’s only focused on getting to you. 

When the mouth of the cave finally comes into view, he screeches to a halt and tucks himself behind a tree. You’re there, sitting at the opening, barely keeping your body off your ground with your trembling arms. You look around with lidded, tear stained eyes, dazed as could be, ears droopy with longing and gloom. You’re looking for him, calling his name so desperately, as weak as you are. 

It breaks him. 

He wants to come out, scoop you into his arms and carry you back into the cave and rid you of your ache. But he feels the fire flicker inside him, growing now that he’s left the ice cold plunge of the waterfall. 

What good will he be if he can’t quell this flame? 

What does he do next? What can he do? He watches you piningly, yet again welcoming the pain. It’s keeping him grounded. It’s keeping him in control. If you never forgive him, that’s okay. He’ll live with it. As long as you’re safe. 

You sway to the left and just barely catch yourself before you fall over. You don’t have the energy to go any further out, nor back in, so right here is where you’ll stay and wait for him to come back. Wind gusts past you, it’s sublime against your clammy skin, but it makes your nipples stiffen on your chest. 

You let out a frustrated moan. The ache had just eased. Enough for you to make it out here, to think a little bit. But now it’s coming back, and it’s worse. You didn’t think it could be worse. Panic simmers inside you, so close to a roaring boil and you muster up whatever strength you have to call out for him a final time. 

“So—”

A rough hand forms a proper seal over your lips, silencing you. The panic boils and you squeal, looking up to see So’lek crouching over you, panting with wild eyes. Water drips off his chin and a light steam mists from his skin. 

He’s burning up.

“Quiet.” So’lek whispers, deep and raspy, quickly looking behind him. “Come.” 

He takes you into his arms, and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and your fingertips sink into his back. You’re never letting go. You feel safe right now, in his arms, and there’s a delicious pressure on your pussy. 

This is right. 

He moves quickly, carrying you as far and deep as possible, right back to the soft moss. After you're safely back inside, he’ll take his position at the opening of the cave. 

You feel him slow his pace, his knees bend and your grip on him tightens. He’s putting you down. Your fingers sink deeper into his back and you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

He smells like mate.   

“D-Don’t leave me.” You sputter out, hips stuttering against him as your body shudders. “Please…I’m…I’m scared, ma’So’lek.” 

“Shushh…” He grits his teeth as he begins to pry you off him. “Alright, calm.” 

“No, do-don’t. Stay, stay.” You blubber, delirious, your grip weakening as he unwraps your legs from him. You won’t cope if he leaves again. 

As much as he wants to stay, to feel your soft pussy press against him, he can’t. When he finally slips free from your grasp, he looks down at you squirming around as you try to get comfortable. He glances at his tewng, already wet to begin with but now there’s a distinct sheen to it, shiney where you’ve coated him with slick. He watches the bulge in his tewng twitch and strain, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to recenter himself. 

“I cannot…stay, Tamtey.” He’s kneeling before you, his eyes open and meet yours.  

“You can, I want…I want you to.” You hiccup, letting your legs fall open, showing him just how bad the ache has gotten.  “You…make it better, please…I-I can’t—please make it stop, So’lek.” 

“Eywa.” He husks, immediately turning his head away from you. He tugs at the cloth restraining his cock, adjusting it. “Do you—” his voice falters, breath hot as it passes his quivering lips, “Do you know what you are asking of me?” 

“Yes, yes.” You whisper and nod frantically as you pinch at that hardened nub down there. 

Your scent burns his nostrils and they twitch with greed, he wants it to mix his scent with yours. Still, he keeps his head turned. 

“I am not myself.” He bares his teeth as he speaks low. “I do not trust myself.” 

“I trust you.” The words are so easy to find, and they slip out as a moan as your pussy tightens.

“No.” He breathes hard and his brows tense. “I am not in control, Sarentu. Soon…I will not be able to stop…I must leave.” 

He keeps his head turned, like you're hard to look at. Even when you scoot a little closer to him and reach for his kuru, giving it a light tug. He just closes his eyes, tight. 

“Tamtey…” He groans your name like it pains him, and he can barely bring himself to take his kuru from your hand. 

Well that punches a hole straight through your chest. 

“You don’t want me.” Your voice shakes. 

“I do.” So’lek immediately growls, looking you dead in the eyes. More than he can handle right now. He’s never wanted anything—anyone so bad in his life. 

Your tummy tingles low down and you let out a soft moan and pluck your nipples. 

“Haah…then give.” You growl your demand. 

His body primes to answer, to please you. Your word is his command. 

“I will not stop…not until I am satisfied.” He’s not just warning you, but himself as well. “I will not be gentle.” 

Your womb cramps and your little moans turn into groans. That feeling, it’s back and it’s pulling onto your hands and knees again, but this time it doesn’t ease the ache. Your knees spread wider, but it doesn’t help the pull. You’re past ripe. And he knows it too well. He smells it too well. You turn your head, straining your neck to look behind you. 

“Come…now.” You pant, lightheaded. Your tail whips and curls, your pussy burning with heat. Your chest sinks low, as low as possible, baring your cunt to him. 

So’lek grimaces when the fire crackles from the sight. He’s slipping now. You're swollen and sticky with need, he can see that little piece of skin again. It’ll be nothing for him to breach through it. He’ll make it quick, it’ll be less pain for you. Like popping a bone back into its socket. 

His mate is strong. 

Tamtey, his mate. His chest broadens at thought. Tamtey. Tamtey. 

“Tamtey…” He echoes softly, clarity flickering like a broken lightbulb inside him. Young, innocent Tamtey. “It will hurt…”

“Hurry…” A shaky plea parts your lips, and you dare to tease him. “…chicken.”

So’lek’s eyes go wide, gold rings quivering with understanding. He sucks in a sharp breath and he swallows thickly, adrenaline shooting through his veins. He has to stop himself from pouncing on you right there. That word steals whatever restraint he has left. Because that’s you saying that, not your heat. Not whatever drugs they pumped into you. 

You’ve chosen him. He’s yours. 

And you’re his. 

The flame blazes inside him, more than gratified with your defiance. He stalks closer, like he’s closing in on skittish prey, slowly—carefully. No sudden movements. So'lek is still somewhere there, but far, far away. He let go of the reins the moment he heard you say that ridiculous nickname.

He is no coward. 

But the flame inside seemed to like that. The challenge of it. It makes him want more. To subdue you, to pin you in place as he takes what’s his. To show you his strength—his fearlessness. It’s what you have asked for, afterall, and he will provide. 

There’s an ache in his tewng, so he tugs at it until the fabric comes loose enough to slip down his thighs. His cock springs out, standing like a flagpole between his legs, the pointed tip oozing with thick slick, coating his length until it’s slippery. He wants inside, to feel your warmth wrapped tight around him. He can’t form a different thought. 

Suddenly you feel his weight on top of you, all of his weight. He’s mounting you, again. Just the thought makes your pussy throb hard and your hips stutter to find his cock. 

His movements are rough, driven, his hips press into you as he curves with your body, rooting his feet into the ground. Your wobbly knees give out and you fall forward, your soft belly making full contact with the moss.

So’lek hisses through his teeth, displeased, his hand roughly grasping the base of your tail to yank you upwards, forcing you back on your weak knees. You hold yourself there as best you can, baring yourself to him. 

Good. Strong mate. 

He rumbles a pleased groan and he bends your tail as far back as it’ll go, pinning it to your back between two fingers. He wants to see all of you. So’lek glances down and your exposed, swollen pussy is right there—eager, searching, twitching. As puffy as ever, flushed to the point of it being the color of the sweetest fruit. 

“Mine.” So’lek growls his approval, pressing his hips forward until his cock nestles perfectly between your slick folds. “Only mine.” 

“Yes…m-ma’So’lek…h-hurry.” Your teeth chitter. 

Those territorial instincts ride him hard. The urge to claim, to fill you until you leak his seed. He wants you to smell like him, so no other male can make the fatal mistake of thinking otherwise. To bite deep enough that the mark will remain there for weeks. 

His tongue swipes over his double-canines as they throb from the mere thought. 

His hips buck and his slippery cock slides over your tight ring of muscles. He huffs, frustrated, pinning you in place, a firm hand gripping your hip. You squirm too much. He withdraws his hips, his tip prodding at your hard clit, and that thin veil of skin covering your small opening peeks at him again.

Instinct surges through him and drives him forward. His cock prods and pokes, his tip separating your folds until they’re taut. You whimper, legs shaking terribly. He lets out a hiss and hunches over you properly, caging you underneath him. There is no escaping. 

Then So’lek thrusts. His cock breaches your pussy with an urgency—with ease—stretching your tight opening until your eyes well with tears. Your breath is punched from your lungs and you suck in a loud gasp, eyes wild. So’lek groans deep, guttural, slamming his hips into you all the way, the tip of his cock kissing the opening of your womb. 

You cry out, jolting forward, desperately squirming away from this new hurt. But you’re caged under his wide frame, and he catches you before you get far. No matter how hard you try to crawl away, So’lek’s hips follow you, his feet shuffling so he can stay nestled inside your pussy. 

Fuck, he’ll never pull out. He wants to stay inside of you for the rest of his life. He pushes harder, deeper, seating himself on top of you so you can’t move—panting like he just made his first kill. 

The tears flow down your cheeks and you whimper like a hurt animal, your breath hitching repeatedly. It’s so big, he’s so big. So deep, so thick. So hard. It’s like a branch lodged inside you, spearing you wide open. But there’s a satisfying pulse as deep as it touches, a pleasure you can’t deny. 

“Shush…” So’lek’s lips press against your jaw, his tongue lapping at your salty tears. He leaves open mouthed kisses against your hot skin, on your throat, your shoulders, the back of your neck. His canines drag along your supple skin and ache to be inside too. 

But then the tangy scent of blood hits his nostrils, like he’s already made the bite. He pulls back and glances down, a thin layer of your innocence coats his cock. Blood. His inner fire flares, pleased and fueled by the sacrifice. The proof of your innocence—that he’s the first and only to be inside your pussy. 

So’lek’s territory. 

“Ma’muntxatan…h-hurts, it hurts…” You murmur quietly, looking at him behind you through blurred vision. 

So’lek reaches behind him for his kuru, bringing it over his shoulder. He eyes your kuru, how it sits perfectly in the dip of your back, your tendrils already glowing in anticipation. It’s simple. It’s right.

“I will take the pain.” So’lek husks, bringing the end of his kuru to yours. 

He watches as your tendrils twine together, interlocking with a soft pull. His mouth opens with a gasp, and eyes darting in all directions when he connects to your deepest, most inner thoughts. Your feelings.

The feelings you have towards him, for as long as you’ve had them. You feel it too, his feelings. The way he’s longed for you since the day he laid his eyes on you. The way he so desperately wants to see you swell time and time again with his young. He’s picturing it now, you uncomfortably big and heavy, aching all over. Your womb throbs and you moan from that pulsing pressure deep inside. 

It’s hurting but it's right. It’s hurting so good. So’lek’s overwhelmed with it all, but nothing is more overwhelming than the need to get you pregnant right now. His balls tighten, yearning to empty themselves inside you, to plant his seed for you to grow. 

He can’t hold out any longer, not when your cunt grips him so tight. His hips stutter, bucking and snapping as he lets out grunt after grunt. Your legs kick out, knees locking from the unbearable pressure. He humps at you as he follows your every move, rutting in and out of your pussy in the most desperate way. 

He can’t stop himself, so he doesn’t try. He lets his hips thrust his cock hard enough for the impact to shudder your body further into the ground. Until he’s readjusting his position on top of you, pushing you down, your belly flush to the moss. 

“Yes, it’s good, it’s good, it’s…” You mindlessly growl your satisfaction, your tail wrapping around his wrist as encouragement. 

He buzzes with pride, knowing he’s doing you good. Life is better that way—it’s what he’s here to do. He fucks you faster, swiping your sweaty hair away your neck to expose it. He buries his nose right into the crook, he’s going to sink his teeth into you, right there, where it’s most pungent. He’ll drink your scent and get his fill. 

His lips press into your skin, canines pulsing hard in his open mouth, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. 

You whine low and dip your head, you want his bite. You will wear it proudly. 

So’lek’s thrusts grow hungry, he’s pounding your sore pussy, going as deep as you let him. You hug his cock so tightly that you’re forcing the blood down, and his knot is starting to swell already. 

Oh, how it would feel to force his knot inside your tight cunt too. The thought only makes his movements more erratic, more urgent. Incessant. His cock slams into you, over and over, into that spot that aches the most. 

“There, there, y-yes! There!” You moan louder as he cures the ache just right. 

He is a good male. 

So’lek opens his mouth wide, sinking his canines deep into the back of your neck. You yelp out and writhe underneath him, and he holds you in place by locking his jaw. You take his bite, even if it burns, just like you take him inside you, and the feeling that comes with it. 

Your pussy strangles his cock as you hold onto that feeling, focusing on it, trying to ride it out. His tongue darts out to taste, your tangy blood mixes with your sweet pheromones perfectly. He unlatches his bite, and your whole body tenses so hard you start to convulse, guttural sounds sputtering out of you.

“Yes, muntxate [wife].” He rumbles the throaty praise, he wants you to let go. To come hard on his cock. His hips snap harder, yet his rhythm falters. At this rate, he’s going to knot you and pump you full of his potent seed any second. 

With another smack you cry out and your pussy gushes on his cock, your muscles contracting involuntarily. He groans like a dying man, his hips thrusting as far forward as possible, driving something bigger past your sore opening. You squirm forward when you feel it, crossing your legs, shifting your hip to the side.  

“You will take me.” He growls, holding your hip down as he pushes deeper, harder. That metallic scent sparks in the air but he doesn’t look down, he’s too focused on the mating bite on your neck—it’s good, deep. It’ll be there for a while. 

“It won’t…w-wait…wait!” You squeal as his knot pops inside you, quickly notching under your pelvic bone. That pointed part of him burrows into the opening of your womb too, and it starts throbbing like crazy. 

“Good…Tamtey.” He grunts your name, and your tummy floods with warmth, like something hot is filling it up. His hips draw back and you get yanked with him, you’re actually stuck to him. 

“You did…” He thrusts into you suddenly, droplets of his sweat crashing onto your back. “…very well.” 

So’lek thrusts inside you again, his knot nestling deep into that space above your pubic bone. He’s burying it inside you properly, ensuring every bit of him spills into your womb. That none leaks out. The feeling is satiating. He’s taking up every part of you, putting the right amount of pressure in all the right places. 

Is this what bliss feels like? 

So’lek snakes his hand across your chest as he rolls onto his side, tugging you with him. He peppers wet kisses on your bite mark, he’s tempted to reopen it, but the fire is content for now. He lays there, on this soft moss with you, his body flush to yours, like two pieces of a puzzle. 

Your eyes, already heavy as ever, grow even more tired. You’ve never been more satisfied than in this moment, with your mate locked deep inside you—his virility evident from the overwhelming sense of full.

You’re safe. Safe here, safe always, as long as he’s here with you.