sal

kaltxì skxawng

[payakanspirit]

✧ MASTERLIST

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our favorite blue aliens… (avatar)

ᢉ𐭩 lo’ak te suli tsyeyk'itan

outcast pt. 1 outcast pt. 2 deep thoughts

race me (15+) not one of them your voice (18+)

ᢉ𐭩 neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

beautiful boy patience (18+)

inexperienced (18+) taste (18+) come back.

ᢉ𐭩 aonung te tsika'u tonowari'itan

skxawng

our favorite ghost hunters… (sally face)

ᢉ𐭩 sal fisher

flustered shhh..

our favorite creeps… (creepypasta)

coming soon..

⁑ will update as i continue to post my writings!

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⁑ im in a lot of fandoms, so i do write for other things! (the black phone, creepypasta, fnaf, southpark, metal family, sally face, the freak circus, etc)

— payakanspirit

[payakanspirit]

➶ come back.

neteyam x fem human reader

the memory of him was beginning to rot around the edges. that terrified you more than death did. because no matter how hard you tried to preserve him inside your mind, little things kept slipping away from you. the exact sound of his laugh. the warmth of his hands. the way his tail curled loosely around your ankle whenever he sat beside you for too long. you remembered the pain perfectly, though. that stayed sharp.

especially the look on his face after you said it. and the worst part was that you couldn’t even remember how the argument started anymore.

hurt looked wrong on him. it sat awkwardly against someone so careful, so patient. he was the kind of person who swallowed his own feelings before letting them spill onto someone else. even angry, he’d spoken softly. even wounded, he’d tried to understand you first.

which somehow made it worse.

“i know i’m busy, but i am trying.. you think i want this?” he’d asked quietly. you remembered refusing to look at him. because if you had, you probably would’ve apologized immediately.

instead, you’d stayed stubborn, arms crossed over yourself while your frustration twisted into cruelty. every fear you had about him leaving, about always coming second to his responsibilities, had spilled out in the ugliest way possible.

“i think you care about everyone before me.”

the silence after that still haunted you. not because he denied it. but because he looked devastated that you believed it.

neteyam had stared at you for a long moment, ears lowered slightly, golden eyes glossy in the dim light. he opened his mouth once, then shut it again like he physically could not figure out how to defend himself without sounding selfish. he’d looked down after that. nodded once to himself, almost absentmindedly, like he was accepting something. finally, barely above a whisper—

“i have tried so hard for you.”

and you had still been angry enough to scoff. you hated yourself for that now.

because afterward, every memory came back differently. the way his shoulders had sunk. the way he kept glancing at you like he was waiting for you to stop him from leaving. the way his hand twitched at his side, wanting to reach for you but deciding against it. you could still hear his voice too. quiet. cracked around the edges.

“you know i would stay if i could, yawne..”

but you’d been too upset to hear what he actually meant. now it replayed endlessly in your head, over and over until it made your chest ache.

you know i would stay if i could. yawne.

as if he’d already known. as if some part of him had been exhausted for a long time. carrying responsibilities too heavy for someone his age, trying to be dependable for everyone all the time until there was barely anything left for himself.

and still, he had come to you soft. still, he had tried.

the last thing you remembered clearly was him looking at you after his father called for him, glancing back one last time before leaving. just once. waiting. hoping you’d stop him. that you’d sigh and grab his hand and tell him to come back after. tell him you loved him. tell him you didn’t mean any of it.

but pride is a vicious thing. and you had stayed silent.

it hurt him in a way that made him seem younger somehow. like beneath the warrior everyone relied on, he was still just a boy who wanted one person to choose him gently.

“okay,” he’d murmured after your silence stretched too long.

okay. not “fine.” not another argument. just quiet acceptance. like he already knew he’d lost you in that moment. you would hear that word for the rest of your life. because it hadn’t sounded bitter. it had sounded heartbroken. like he finally understood that no matter how much he loved you, he would never fully reach you.

so neteyam left hurt.

neteyam left thinking he had failed you.

and now he was dead.

dead.

the word didn’t feel real even inside your own head.

the guilt of your final conversation festered inside you like something rotten. because what if his last moments had carried that pain with him? what if somewhere, bleeding and terrified and alone, he’d remembered you refusing to look at him? what if the last thing he truly felt from you was rejection. you wondered if neteyam died scared. that thought destroyed you most. because despite how strong everyone believed he was, you knew him better than that. you knew how hard he pushed himself. how desperately he wanted to protect everyone. how terrified he secretly was of disappointing the people he loved.

the thought made you sick enough to curl in on yourself at night, clutching the necklace he’d woven for you so tightly it left marks in your palms.

you would’ve held his face and told him you understood now. that you never wanted him to choose between his family and you. that you were just scared every time he left because some awful part of you always felt like he wouldn’t come back. and now he hadn’t.

sometimes, half asleep, you imagined hearing his footsteps outside your tent. you imagined him ducking inside with tired eyes and damp braids, smiling weakly before collapsing beside you. you imagined apologizing immediately, voice shaking while he pulled you into his arms. sometimes you still expected him to walk into the village somehow. tired and bruised and alive. maybe smiling weakly when he saw you crying. except deep down, you already knew the truth.

you knew it in the awful ache lodged permanently beneath your ribs. in the unbearable silence where his presence used to be. in the way people looked at you now—with pity.

you started replaying your final conversation obsessively afterward, trying to find proof that he knew you loved him despite everything. but all you could remember clearly was the look in his eyes. hurt. small. tired.

you wondered if anyone held him while he died. you prayed they did. the idea of neteyam dying alone after spending his whole life loving people so completely made something inside you genuinely feel like it was rotting away.

sometimes you imagined impossible things just to torture yourself. what if you had stopped him? what if you had apologized? what if you had kissed him before he left? would he have died happier? or would it somehow hurt even worse knowing the last moment of comfort he ever experienced came seconds before everything was taken from him?

and somehow, despite everything—despite the guilt eating through you alive—the thing that hurt most was knowing neteyam probably died believing your love for him had conditions.

[payakanspirit]

Hi, could you write a short scene where Sal and the reader share a pair of headphones so they don't wake up the others at the sleepover?

ᢉ𐭩 shhh..

the room was dim except for the soft glow of a lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across larry’s floor. the rest of the group had already crashed, blankets tangled, quiet breathing filling the space, but you and sal were still awake. maybe it was the adrenaline still running through his veins, from earlier, when he’d been getting high with larry, or the way his quiet, nonstop chatter filled the room, giving you something to focus on instead of sleep. his voice had that restless energy to it, words slipping out one after another like he couldn’t quite turn his brain off. not that you minded, though. if anything, it made the night feel a little less quiet, a little less still.

you sat shoulder to shoulder on the floor, backs against the side of the bed, a single pair of headphones split between you. one earbud in your ear, the other in his. the cord stretched awkwardly between you, forcing you closer than usual.

sal shifted slightly, careful not to tug the wire. “if this wakes anyone up, i’m blaming you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music.

you just rolled your eyes, though he couldn’t really see it in the low light. not like he could anyways if he tried. not with his messy blue hair falling into his face, casting soft shadows across his features in the dim light, making him look even more effortlessly captivating. you looked away, trying not to stare. “you picked the volume, sally.”

“yeah, but you didn’t stop me.”

a small smile tugged at your lips. fair enough.

the music played softly. just loud enough to hear, quiet enough to keep the room asleep. every now and then, your shoulders brushed, and each time it happened, neither of you moved away. it just stayed like that.

comfortable. warm.

sal tapped his fingers lightly against his knee in rhythm, then paused. “do you like this song?” he asked, turning his head just slightly toward you.

“mhm,” you hummed. “it’s good.”

there was a short silence before he spoke again, softer this time. “you can lean closer if you want. the audio’s kinda uneven, y’know?”

you knew that was only half the truth. still, you leaned in just a little, enough that your arm pressed against his more firmly. the earbud wire slackened between you, no longer pulling.

“better?”

“yeah. way better.”

he nodded, though his posture stiffened just a bit, like he was trying to act normal about it. his fingers curled slightly against his knee before relaxing again, like he didn’t quite know what to do with them.

another song started.

neither of you talked this time.

the quiet wasn’t awkward. it was the kind that felt full, like you didn’t need to say anything. just sharing the music, the moment, the late night calm while everyone else slept.

at one point, you let out a quiet breath, almost like a laugh. “kinda nice,” you whispered.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you leaned your head against his shoulder, and for a moment he went still, before relaxing just slightly, not pulling away, reaching for your hand.

creds to @uzmacchiato for the dividers!

[payakanspirit]

ᢉ𐭩 flustered

sal loves it when you wear skirts.

it was the effortless way the fabric moved with you, not hugging your curves like some desperate grasp, but floating just right, pleated edges brushing your thighs, inviting his curious eyes to follow every subtle shift. and god, you looked incredible in them.

his favorite part of the day would probably be when you finally settle onto his lap. especially after larry suddenly decides he wants to go home and smoke, throwing out some half-thought excuse before slipping out. he wastes no time setting his gameboy aside, attention lazily shifting entirely to you, the air still faintly curling with lazy swirls of smoke as if the room itself was settling into the moment with him. his mask long since discarded, he looks at you with a hesitant, almost pleading expression, his brows knitting together as his gaze flickers up to meet yours before dropping again. his fingers twitch slightly at his side, like he’s unsure what to do with them, and when he finally speaks, his voice comes out quieter than usual, soft, almost needy, as a small, breathy ‘please’ slips from his lips, carrying more need than he probably meant to show.

he beckons you over with a small adjustment of his posture and you waste no time moving, a small, fond giggle escaping you as you give in without hesitation, like his expression itself was all it ever took. the skirt pooled around your upper thighs, the soft cotton pressing against his jeans, warm and yielding. it felt nice. hell, it was intoxicating. the way your body molded to his without strain, the loose hem riding up to expose the smooth expanse of your skin. his hands would instinctively slide under the fabric, fingers tracing the edge where skirt met flesh, pulling you closer until you were fully seated.

and the scarred side of his face, rough, textured, brushed against your neck or shoulder when you leaned in, your skin so impossibly soft in contrast. it was a tactile revelation every time, the silkiness of you against his marred flesh sending shivers down his spine. he’d nuzzle closer, inhaling your scent, the gentleness of your body a balm to his hidden wounds. that softness made him want to keep you all to himself, to lose himself in the difference between your unblemished warmth and his own jagged edges.

even the accidental teases got to him. you never meant to, of course, just reaching for a Sanity Fall’s CD on his high shelf or bending to pet gizmo, the skirt lifting enough for a quick glimpse of those black cotton panties. it left him flustered every time, dick twitching in his pants, face heating under the mask as he averted his eyes too late. his mind would race with images of himself buried in between those thighs, but he’d play it cool, voice gentle when he muttered something casual, forcing himself to look away, all while his pulse hammered with restrained want.

sal loves your skirts.

creds to @uzmacchiato for the dividers!

[payakanspirit]

Hiii I'm new to this requests but if it's open what about Neteyam smut where he literally can't get enough of the human reader like before it was them being friendly and even tho the reader was actually friends with his siblings more so than him because of his responsibilities.. the tensions are so high between them but they're still polite and friendly enough but Neteyam will seem calm but be internally going crazy because he wants the reader so badly... So maybe Neteyam wants a taste of reader and they end up making out in reader's room back at hell's gate and he eats her out telling her dirty things 😭 it's okay if you don't want to!!! Uhh - 🪷 anon(?(

➶ taste

neteyam x fem human reader (18+)

a.n: u all have such interesting fantasies.. jk keep it coming please xp i had a lot of fun writing this. maybe because u wrote exactly wut u wanted to read LOL thank you so much 🪷 anon! dont be embarrassed haha! also, some parts might seem weird bc i didnt rlly edit this ;)

neteyam had always been good at restraint. it was expected of him. demanded, even. as the eldest son, as a warrior in training, as someone who would one day lead his clan, he had learned how to keep himself contained. his posture never faltered, his voice never wavered, and his thoughts.. his thoughts were meant to stay just as disciplined. and for the most part, they did.

until you. i mean, he was a growing teenage boy. could you really blame him?

the funny thing was that you weren’t even trying. actually, that was the worst part. you slipped so easily into his world, laughing with his siblings, teasing lo’ak, listening patiently to kiri, letting tuk cling to your arm like you’d always belonged there. you fit. too well. and somehow, without effort, you found your way into his space too. a brush of your hand as you passed him something.


a soft “thank you, ‘teyam,” that lingered just a second too long. a glance, brief, innocent, but enough to set something restless in his chest. he stayed polite. of course he did. neteyam would nod, maybe offer a small smile, his tone steady as ever when he spoke to you. anyone watching would think nothing of it. just the responsible eldest, being courteous to a friend of the family. but they didn’t hear the way his breath hitched, just barely, when you stood too close, your voice dipping into that quiet, familiar nickname meant only for him. his ears flicked upward before he could stop them, giving away a sliver of what he felt, and his tail betrayed him further, swaying once, slow and restless behind him before he forced it still.


they didn’t see the way his fingers curled at his sides when you laughed with someone else. or how, whenever he did have an excuse to touch you, his hands lingered just a second too long. a guiding hand at your back that didn’t leave right away, fingers brushing yours when passing something, only to hesitate before pulling away like he had to remind himself to let go.


they didn’t feel the tension coiling tight beneath his calm exterior, ready to snap at the smallest shift.

because he noticed everything.

the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. the way you leaned into conversations without realizing it. the way you said his name, fuck, the way you would come running back to him with that whiny voice, like it didn’t mean anything at all.

it meant everything to neteyam.

and that was the problem.

you weren’t his. you were simply.. there. close, familiar, warm in a way he wasn’t allowed to reach for.

so he didn’t.

he kept his distance when he could, standing just a step too far away, keeping his hands to himself, forcing his thoughts back into line whenever they strayed. he told himself it was discipline. control. but it didn’t feel like control. it felt like starvation. because every time you brushed past him, every time your attention shifted toward him, even for a moment, it only made the hunger worse. because being this close meant he could smell you. something sweet, unfamiliar, tawtute, but warm in a way that made his senses sharpen, made his thoughts blur. it lingered in the air between you, subtle but impossible to ignore, and he found himself breathing it in before he could stop himself.

it clung to him after you stepped away, settled into his mind, something he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried.

and that, more than anything, was what undid him.

. . .

this kiss was hungry, desperate, neteyam’s lips firm and demanding as they moved over yours. you tasted the faint salt of pandora's air on his tongue when it slipped past your teeth, exploring with a thoroughness that made your knees weak. he moaned low in his throat, the vibration rumbling through his chest into yours as he pushed you back against the desk. his body dwarfed you, all lean muscle and heat, but his touch was careful, almost reverent, even as his desire surged. one hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you steady while the other gripped your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

you melt into it, your hands roaming up his arms, feeling the faint forming muscles beneath his blue skin. he’s insatiable, breaking the kiss only to nip at your lower lip, then diving back in, tongue stroking your smaller one in slow, deep thrusts that mimic what you both crave. “skxawng,” he mutters against your mouth, the na'vi curse laced with affection and raw need. “i’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.” his breath hitches as you tug him closer, and he responds by yanking you onto the bed.

he lays you down gently, but there's no gentleness in the way he follows, his mouth finding yours again in a frenzy of kisses, wet, open-mouthed, teeth grazing before you could say anything. neteyam's hands are everywhere, tracing your sides, slipping under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your stomach. he pulls back just enough to yank the fabric over your head, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. his eyes slightly widen immediately, pupils blown wide as he stares and this elicits a small giggle from you. “you’re staring a lot, mighty warrior. never seen a girl like this before?” you tease. his gaze then flickers to you at the sound of your voice and, almost as if he was trying to cover up how ashamed he was, he quickly scoffs. before you could tease him further, though, he leans down to capture one nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue flicks over the peak.

“oh– skxawng! gentle!,” you squeal, slightly arching into him, moaning as pleasure shoots straight to your core. but neteyam wasn’t content to stay there. his mouth trailed lower, kissing a hot path down your abdomen, his breath fanning over your skin. “i need to taste you,” he hisses, voice rough with restraint cracking at the edges. “hold on— norm, and i’m pretty sure your brother, are literally talking in the other room! what if one of them barges in the room lookin’ for me?!” ignoring your question, he only grunts in acknowledgment, his fingers already hooking into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your underwear in one swift motion, leaving you bare and aching for him. seeing you subconsciously part your legs for him despite your small act of hesitation, the hint of a smile cracks across his face, his fangs flashing in the shadows. amused.

he settled between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider, and god, the sight of him there, neteyam, the mighty warrior, face inches from your pussy, sent a thrill through you, overriding your subtle, growing fear. his hands gripped your hips, fingers dimpling your flesh as he holds you open. without wasting any more time, his tongue slowly dragged a long, flat lick from your entrance to your clit, savoring the wetness already coating you. you whine almost immediately at the warmness, spreading your legs further (as if they weren’t already spread enough), but he didn’t pause. he lapped at you like he was starved, tongue delving into your folds, circling your clit with firm, insistent strokes.

“fuck, sevin (pretty), nga ewku tsìltsan (you taste so good),” he murmured against your skin, the words vibrating through you. “sweet and wet, all for me. you know i’ve dreamed of this? burying my face in your cunt, making you come on my tongue.” his voice was a low rasp, dirty promises spilling out as he sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks for a pull that has you bucking against him. “and you kept me waiting for so long,” you whimpered out with your toes curled up in the air, mouth agape at the sensation as your eyebrows slightly furrowed. na’vi tongue clearly did wonders compared to a human one. one long finger presses at your entrance, sliding in easily with how slick you are, then a second joins it, stretching you as he curls them against your inner walls. you throw your head back against the pillow with a small gasp, squirming a little at the protrusion.

neteyam fucks you with his fingers in steady, deep thrusts, his cat-like textured tongue never stopping its assault on your clit, licking, sucking, flicking, driving you higher with every motion. and your moans only seem to motivate him more. “that’s it, let me hear you,” he urges, glancing up with wild eyes and a flushed face, like he was exactly where he wanted to be. “moan for me, show me how much you want this. your little cunt clenches so tight around my fingers.. imagine what it'll feel like when i fill you with my dick..” his words are filthy, a stark contrast to his usual composure, but they only fuel the fire, your body responding with a fresh gush of arousal that he laps up greedily. your face flushes a little with shyness.

he pulls his fingers free suddenly, the wet pop echoing in the room, and before you can protest, his palm comes down on your pussy with a sharp slap. “so quiet all of a sudden?” the sting blooms into heat, making your clit throb as a jolt of pleasure-pain shoots through you. you cry out, hips jerking, but he does it again, firmer this time, watching with rapt attention as your folds glisten even more, a small spurt of your juices escaping to dampen his hand. “neteyam! it hurts!” you whine out, propping yourself up on your elbows to lock eyes with him, a hand shooting out to grip his hand that was working on you. though, for the first time, he wasn’t looking at you. his eyes were locked on your cunt. “look at that,” he breathed, voice thick with awe and lust. “you squirted for me already.. just from a slap. so responsive..”

he dives back in, tongue soothing the stinging skin before he sucks your clit hard, fingers plunging back inside to pump relentlessly. the combination has you writhing, moans spilling freely as the pressure coils tighter in your belly. but then, footsteps echo in the corridor outside, voices murmuring, his siblings, maybe, or another human checking in. just as you were worried about. your eyes widen, heart pounding, but neteyam doesn't falter. instead, he lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes, and shoves two slick fingers past your lips, deep into your throat, just as your lips parted.

the taste of yourself floods your mouth, musky and tangy, as he presses down on your tongue, muffling your gasps into gurgles. “shhh,” he whispers fiercely, though his mouth returns to your pussy without missing a beat, licking broad stripes over your entrance while his fingers thrust shallowly in your mouth, making you gag softly around them. you squeeze your thighs against the sides of his head, head falling back down against the pillow with a muffled sound. the footsteps pause outside the door, a knock sounding, “hey, you in there?”, lo'ak's voice, casual but probing. panic flares, and you quickly glance at the door, but neteyam’s golden eyes hold yours, commanding silence as his tongue flicks your clit in quick, teasing laps, his free hand slapping your pussy once more, lighter now, to keep the edge sharp. “keep your eyes on me, yawne..” his voice is quiet and gentle, betraying the nature of his actions.

a suppressed squeak leaves your mouth, tears pricking your eyes from the depth and the overwhelming sensations, but the thrill of almost being caught only heightens everything. you avert your attention to the na’vi in front of you within a matter of seconds and the knock fades as lo’ak shrugs and moves on, the voices receding. neteyam withdraws his fingers slowly, trailing saliva and your essence down your chin, and grins, a rare, feral flash of teeth at the sound of you coughing and catching your breath. “so good for me,” he purrs, before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking with renewed vigor, fingers curling inside you to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

he doesn't let up, even as your thighs tremble and your breaths come in pants. “i’m close! don’t stop, please– pleaseplease—,” you beg, your fingers curling around his braids, pulling them back from his face. his free hand kneads your thigh, keeping you spread wide while he devours you, tongue thrusting alongside his fingers now. he hums in acknowledgment, sealing his lips around your clit and sucks harder, fingers pumping faster. “squirt on my face, please? let me taste you good— i want every drop.” the pressure builds unbearably, and when you shatter, crying out around the ghost of his fingers in your memory, a small gush escapes, wetting his chin and the sheets beneath. he drinks it all in, pushing your knees to your chest as he leans forward, hunched, humming in satisfaction as your pussy pulses around him.

but neteyam doesn't stop, not even when he feels your hands pushing at his head and your thighs quivering against his hands. “nete– too much!” only after a few moments did he pull away with a small smooch, slowing his fingers to a gentle rub, easing you through the aftershocks, only to build you up again with lazy licks and teasing circles. “not enough,” he breathes, eyes locked on yours full unending hunger and your heart races a little knowing you’re in for a busy night. “i’m awfully hungry tonight.. give me one more and i’ll leave you be for the night. would you let the mighty warrior see you squirt again?” his persistence is relentless, actions speaking louder than any plea, as he plants a lingering kiss on your clit, determined to claim every shudder and gasp you have to give.

p.s. he didn’t let you go after seconds.

[payakanspirit]

if i were to also post sally face, would you all read it? let me know…..would love to post sum sal fisher stuff later this evening 👀

also, if any of you have requests for other fandoms, please let me know 🥹 would love to write for your other interests. i write as soon as i get a request i find interesting! go craaazy.

( the freak circus, sally face, creepypasta, fnaf, much more. check out my masterlist ;) )

[payakanspirit]

Smut with Lo’ak, like through the comms? (Talking her through it perhaps) I love your writing :)

➶ your voice

lo’ak x fem human reader (18+)

a.n: there are so many requests for him in my inbox, what abt my goat neteyam???🙏 jk lo’ak is such a pretty boy it’s impossible not to write about him. awesome request and happy late valentines!

you lay sprawled across your bed beneath the dim red wash of the lab’s emergency lights, shadows stretching long across the ceiling. the digital clock on the far wall blinked past 2:07 a.m., each quiet tick of the second hand sounding louder than it should. sleep refused to settle. every time you closed your eyes, your mind dragged you back to him. lo’ak somewhere beyond the treeline, deep in the wilds, training under his father’s sharp watch and neteyam’s steady example.

the comm resting against your collarbone felt heavier than usual, its small metal casing cool against your skin. it had been silent for days. too silent. you turned onto your side and twisted it between your fingers, thumb brushing over the worn edge, as if the motion alone could coax it to life. the lab hummed around you. steady, sterile. but your thoughts were anything but calm.

a soft, quiet buzz cut through the quiet hum of the lab.

your heart jolted.

“hey, skxawng.” his voice filtered through in a faint crackle, low and playful, the sound of it alone enough to make your skin prickle with relief. “you up?”

you rolled onto your back, a quiet laugh slipping out before you could stop it. the comm felt warm where it rested against your collarbone, your thumb hovering for a second before pressing the small button, letting him hear you clearly.

“lo..” his nickname left your mouth needier than you meant it to, pushing yourself upright, grinning into the dim stretch of the lab.

you shifted until your shoulders rested against the thin metal headboard, drawing your knees up to your chest. “yeah.. couldn’t sleep. how’s training? you okay?”

for a heartbeat, there was only the faint hiss of static and distant night sounds on his end. wind through leaves, maybe the soft crackle of a dying fire.

there was also the faintest hitch in his breathing, like he caught it too.

then, a soft, breathy laugh rumbled through the comm, warm and a little rough around the edges. he doesn’t comment on the neediness threaded through your voice. not yet. and that restraint feels deliberate. because you know he heard it. lo’ak might miss instructions, might act like he’s not paying attention, but he always notices when your tone softens around him. when it dips just slightly, like you’re reaching for something you won’t say outright.

his breathing steadies on the other end of the comm, controlled now, like he’s choosing not to tease you about it. but you can feel it, the smirk he’s biting back, saving for later.

“tiring as fuck. dad’s got us running drills all day. neteyam’s being his perfect self.” you could practically hear the eye roll in his voice and you can’t help it but giggle. the sound slipping out before you can swallow it back. and you just know he’s grinning on the other end, pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of you.

a beat of static. then, quieter.

“miss you, though.”

your fingers tightened slightly around the comm.

“what about you?” he continues, teasing creeping back in to mask his own neediness. “just lying there all alone?”

you huffed a small laugh, leaning your head back against the wall. “wow. you disappear for days and that’s what you open with?” there was a faint shuffle on his end. fabric, maybe dirt under his heel. “you didn’t say no.”

you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, hugging your knees closer. “i’m in the lab. it’s freezing in here. and norm’s always on my ass.”

lo’ak scoffs at your latter comment.

“sorry i’m not there to warm you up.”

his words wrapped around you the way his arms used to. warm, familiar, a little too easy to sink into. heat crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks before you could stop it. “shut up,” you murmured, but there was no bite to it.

you flopped back against the pillows, the mattress dipping softly beneath you. the thin sheet tangled around your legs as you tugged it higher.

“yeah,” you added, staring up at the ceiling. “just me and the quiet.” a small pause. then, lighter, teasing. “tell me more. did you hunt anything today? or did you just spend the whole time causing trouble?”

“you’re lucky i’m not there.”

lo’ak’s stories tumbled out in that easy, animated rhythm of his. he talked about putting his knowledge of the guns to use, about the recoil against his shoulder, about banking hard on his ikran. you could picture it so clearly it almost stole your breath.

and you were listening. really listening. but not to the details.

you got distracted almost immediately. not because you didn’t care. because you hadn’t heard him in days.

the sound of his voice felt different now. slightly deeper somehow. steadier. you found yourself focusing on the small things instead. the way he dragged out certain words, the quiet huff of laughter when he exaggerated a part of the story, his light accent.

you’d missed that.

so while he was describing some sharp dive through the trees, you were just.. listening. memorizing. not interrupting him but, instead, letting his voice wrap around you like something you hadn’t realized you needed until it was gone.

or maybe it was just you missing the way his hands clamped tightly around your hips whenever you rode him, leaving bruises on your skin by the morning. or the way he would bury his face in your cunt, in the middle of the night, whining about him being pussy drunk.

heat pooled low in your belly. without realizing, your hand slipped under the sheet, resting on your stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

"sounds pretty intense," you murmured, your response a beat slower than usual. lo’ak’s laugh rumbled back, and you pictured his sharp fangs flashing, those golden eyes crinkling. your thighs pressed together instinctively, a soft sigh escaping you as you shifted in place.

there was a pause on his end, his laugh simmering down. "you good?” he asked, voice easy, teasing, but with just enough concern to make your chest tighten. “what, did listening to me make you sleepy or something?"

you huffed a little out of faux annoyance, heat creeping up your neck. on one hand, you were excited that he had found the time to talk to you but, on the other, slightly embarrassed by how quickly you got turned on. "no, idiot! i was just–” you hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing, “keep going– what happened after the climb?"

he doesn’t say anything at first, but you can practically vision his eyebrows furrowing. lo’ak continues nonetheless, voice steady but with a curious edge now. you try to listen, really, hanging on the words he’s saying, but it’s still impossible.

your fingers dip lower, brushing the waistband of your panties. a quiet hum builds in your throat as you imagine him close, that lithe blue body pressing against yours.

"hey," he says after another lull, softer this time. "you sure you're just tired? or.. is something else keeping you up?"

your pulse quickens immediately. it’s like he knows. you hadn't noticed how ragged your inhales had become, each one syncing with the subtle rock of your hips. "i– i’m fine," you said, but it came out breathy, your hand pressing firmer against the damp fabric between your legs.

he lets out a low hum, sharp with disbelief, like he can’t even pretend to buy what you just said. a scoff follows, muffled but clear through the comm. he’s smug, teasing. "doesn’t sound fine to me. seems like you’re distracted.. by me, maybe?"

you bit your lip, heat creeping up your cheeks as embarrassment blooms. it’s ridiculous how fast he reads you, how effortlessly he pulls a reaction out of you without even trying. and the worst part? you know he can hear it. your fingers circled slowly now, the friction sending sparks up your spine. "maybe,” you finally admitted after a short pause, “it’s just that i haven’t seen you in so long, lo.. gets me worked up.."

rustling came through the comms. him shifting, perhaps leaning closer to the device around his neck. "yeah? what are you thinking about?” he murmured, “i'm out here under the stars, thinking about you too, mamas."

a soft whimper leaves you. emboldened, and without wasting time, you slide off your panties with ease and toss them to the side. you briefly let go of the button on the side of your comm, thighs parting, and your fingers glide over your slick folds. you reach up for the button once more, a small gasp slipping out. "thinkin’ about riding your pretty face lo.. need you home quick.."

"shit," lo’ak breathed, the word drawn out. the teasing edge in his voice is now completely gone, replaced by a subtle hitch, a quick chuckle he tries to swallow. even through the comm, you can feel it. he’s getting needy too.

more movement on his side, the faint sound of him moving about could be heard. maybe him settling against a tree or in his shelter. "that’s all i want,” he whines out softly, “i've been so hard listening to you. palming myself through my loincloth right now..”

your body responded instantly, legs parting wider as you traced your entrance, dipping in just the tip of your finger. slick heat greeted you and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. "circle your pussy slow. imagine my tongue there, getting a taste of you–" he urged after a moment, his own breaths quickening. "shit, wish i could feel your small cunt around me.. wish i could see your face, hear every little noise."

your hips bucked involuntarily as you rubbed firmer, the pressure building. you plunged in, two fingers thrusting rhythmically, your thumb finding your clit. whimpers filled the air, yours and his mingling through the line. "tell me more," you breathed, dipping a finger inside yourself, then two, curling them just how he does. though, it’s nowhere near as how he makes you feel.

"bury those fingers deeper," he instructs. lo’ak’s breath turns ragged over the comm, uneven like he forgot how to breathe properly for a moment. it’s quiet, but you catch it. "pretend it's me fucking you– hard. like the time i bent you over that stupid desk in the lab.” a small scoff slips from him at that memory, sharp and quick. like the thought caught him off guard. it’s followed by a soft hiss through his teeth. the sound crackles faintly through the comm, restrained but unmistakable. “i’m pumping faster now– you hear that? moan for me, baby, let me hear how bad you need it.”

and that’s exactly what you did, the noise escaping loud in the empty room. your free hand clutched the back of one of your thighs, mouth agape as you plunged your fingers in and out, chasing the friction. your eyes never seemed to leave your soaking pussy, an almost shameful whine leaving your lips at the sight. you toss your head back for a moment, crying out, "lo’ak, please! faster– wanna cum with you,”

"shitshitshit– no– not yet," he panted, voice strained. "pinch your nipple– pretend it's my teeth nipping. don’t stop, yeah? i’m so close, but i wanna hear you beg first–“

tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, but you complied, the hand that was on the back of your thigh shoving up your thin night shirt to tug at the sensitive peaks. the pain mixed with pleasure spiked the heat between your legs. "please, lo– make me cum on your voice! i’ve been waiting for so many days!”

lo’ak hissed, the sound primal. "that’s my girl– rub that pretty little cunt harder. so close–”

"lo’ak.. please–” you begged, body trembling on the edge. you weren’t completely sure as to what you were begging for, your brain too foggy to even think, but you felt that it was only right to do so.

“i'm right there. fuck, yes– now–”

your body seized, pussy clenching around your fingers as your cries echoed in the room. "lo’ak!" you squealed, riding it out, thighs quaking as you continued fingering yourself through your orgasm. his release hit moments later, a deep, guttural purr leaving his mouth. and in the end, it leaves you both utterly wrecked.

"yeah.. take it all.. wish i was filling you up."

you both panted in sync, the comms humming with your shared exhaustion. neither of you say a word, but the weight of it hangs in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.

"miss you," lo’ak murmured moments later, voice tender.

"miss you more," you whispered, curling up with a satisfied, yet dazed smile, ignoring the mess that was in between your legs. "call me tomorrow?"

"every night, if i can." his laugh was tired but warm. "sleep now, mh? dream of me, skxawng."

his chuckle faded as the line clicked off, leaving you blissed out and spent, already counting the hours till his voice filled the dark again.

"when do i not."

[jaraniii]

What could have been 😭

[payakanspirit]

he’s so fuckin majestic

[payakanspirit]

requesting lo’ak comforting and apologizing to human!reader after he makes her cry. she has a crush on him and he isn’t aware and when she watches him dance with girls except for her at a clan party she leaves and breaks down. it’s a reminder she’ll never truly be one of them 🥺🥲

➶ not one of them

lo’ak x fem human reader

a.n: i love angst so much. thank ya for the amazing request! keep them coming!

the clan celebration burned bright against the night, firelight dancing across woven banners and painted skin. laughter rose and fell with the beat of the drums, bodies moving together in practiced harmony. it was loud, alive. everything you told yourself you were lucky to witness.

you stood near the edge of the clearing, fingers laced together, weight shifting from one foot to the other. every so often, someone smiled at you in passing. friendly. polite. though, not an invitation.

lo’ak, on the other hand, moved easily through the crowd, bare feet kicking up dirt as he laughed, spinning with the others while his braids flew loose around him. when he tried to step away, breathless and towards you, someone tugged him right back into the rhythm. then another hand replaced it. then another. it was easy for him. for them. this closeness, this shared understanding shaped by the same songs and stories. a quiet ache settled in your chest, something like envy, even if it felt unfair to name it. of course it did. you weren’t na’vi. you were human.

your heart fluttered at the sight of his smile, fangs peeking out, and you waited. just for a second. but he never looked your way.

you found yourself watching him anyway, and only him, all through the night, until the small smile you’d been holding quietly faded.

tears pricked at your eyes, a quiet ache blooming in your chest, but you couldn’t let anyone see. especially not him. you turned, letting the music swallow your footsteps as you moved away from the clearing. the further you went, the quieter it became. drums dulling, voices blurring into background noise. only when the trees closed around you did your breath hitch.

walking back toward your so-called home, the lab, you pressed your hands to your face, shoulders folding inward as the tears came fast and unwanted. the dirt from the clearing clung to your bare feet, each step heavy, echoing faintly against the quiet path. you kept the sobs silent, biting down hard, the sting in your chest sharp enough to make you dizzy. you hated that it hurt this much. hated that it surprised you at all. every step felt both endless and painfully small, carrying you further from the laughter, further from him, and deeper into the ache you couldn’t name.

footsteps crunched softly behind you.

“hey,” lo’ak called out with a soft furrow of his eyebrows.

you straightened instantly, swiping at your eyes with a small sniffle. you didn’t stop walking. “the others might be looking for you.”

he slowed, clearly unconvinced. “you left pretty fast.”

“so?” your voice came out rougher than you meant it to.

“so.. i came looking for you.” lo’ak frowned at your tone, ears dipping slightly. “did i say something wrong?”

you shook your head.

he bit the inside of his cheek at your silent reply.

“then why are you crying?”

you let out a short, breathy laugh, more frustration than humor. you paused mid-step. “i’m not.”

he didn’t push, but he didn’t leave either. the firelight framed him while you stood half-hidden in shadow, pulse still racing. he swallowed thickly.

“i was just checking on you,” he said quietly. “you don’t usually disappear like that.”

your jaw tightened. you wiped your face again, then lowered your hands, finally meeting his eyes. only for a second. his expression brightened in that instant, fleeting but full of hope.

“i’m tired,” you murmured. “that’s all.”

his small smile faltered.

lo’ak hesitated, then stepped closer. “if i messed up somehow, i’m sorry.”

the apology landed heavier than you expected.

you looked past him, back toward the distant glow of the clearing. the drums picked up again, louder now, insistent. and for the first time that night, his eyes stayed locked on you.

“it’s fine,” you said quickly. “really.”

you stepped around him before he could respond. he reached for you on instinct, then stopped himself, watching you intentionally sidestep him.

“you’d tell me if i did something, right?” his eyes were glossy, and his ears were fully angled down, a silent plea for reassurance. it was as if the thought of losing you unsettled him more than he could say. you felt it too, the ache of it, sharp and soft all at once, twisting your chest in a way you hadn’t expected.

you just nodded.

“i’m.. going to the lab,” you responded, already moving away. “i’ll be back later.”

lo’ak watched you go, a knot forming in his chest that had nothing to do with the music behind him. he stood there longer than he meant to, staring down the path you’d taken, the celebration suddenly feeling too bright, too far away.

the firelight flickered against the trees as he stood where you’d left him, the echo of your footsteps already gone. the path toward the lab swallowed you fast, darkness closing in behind you like it wanted to keep you.

he didn’t move.

the drums started up again, louder this time, a fresh wave of laughter rippling through the clearing. someone called his name from the dance circle. another voice followed, teasing, expectant. the na’vi barely heard them.

something sat heavy in his chest, unfamiliar and irritating in the way a thought refused to settle. he replayed the moment over and over. your face turned away, the way you wiped at your eyes like you were embarrassed to be seen, how quickly you’d insisted you were fine.

fine didn’t look like that.

he dragged a hand down his face, tail flicking once behind him in agitation. he hadn’t touched you. hadn’t said anything sharp. he’d just been.. there. dancing. laughing. doing what everyone else was doing.

so why did it feel like he’d crossed some invisible line?

he glanced back toward the clearing. the firelight seemed harsher now, the movement too fast, too close. a girl reached for his hand, smiling up at him like nothing was wrong.

lo’ak hesitated. when had he not?

for a split second, he imagined you standing there instead. quiet, still, watching. the image unsettled him more than it should have.

he pulled his hand back, muttering something that passed for an excuse, and stepped away from the circle. the drums kept going without him.

his gaze drifted back toward the path you’d taken.

you had said you were tired. you had said it was fine. you always said things were fine.

that thought dug in deeper than the rest.

lo’ak exhaled slowly. he didn’t like not understanding things. especially not when it involved someone he cared about. and he did care. that much, at least, was clear.

he just couldn’t figure out why the idea of you sitting alone under lab lights felt worse than the thought of you crying in the dark.

the music surged again, but lo’ak didn’t turn back this time. he stayed where he was, eyes fixed on the shadows, feeling like he’d missed something important. and knowing, somehow, that pretending otherwise wouldn’t make it go away.

[payakanspirit]

Hiii can we get anything with Lo’ak x Human Reader it can be whatever you want to write about them I just need me some Lo’ak 🫶🏻

➶ race me

lo’ak x fem human reader

a.n: light nsfw (they makeout n shit gets a lil steamy). hope this satisfies u :) also, love all the requests! i enjoy reading them & i love the way u all think.

you break the surface quietly, lungs burning as you drag in a breath and duck behind a low rock jutting from the shallows. water sheets from your hair and shoulders. pressing yourself against the stone, chest rising and falling while the ocean settles around you. the moonlight paints the ripples silver, and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep your laughter from giving you away.

you listen.

nothing but the soft lap of waves.

no splash. no telltale glow of bioluminescence cutting toward you. your smile grows.

you peek around the rock, eyes scanning the water for any sign of him. blue skin, long limbs, that mischievous smile. nothing. for a split second, you think you might’ve actually lost him.

“too easy,” you murmur under your breath, scoffing.

careful not to disturb the water too much, you push off the rock and slip back in, angling toward deeper water. you’ve barely taken three strokes when the sea suddenly erupts beneath you.

strong hands clamp around your waist, yanking you backward as a burst of glowing blue blooms around the two of you. you squeak in surprise as lo’ak surges up from below, momentum pulling you two under for a heartbeat before he kicks both of you back to the surface. he shakes his head, gasping softly as water drips steadily from his braids.

“found you!” he says with a soft huff, spitting out any water that went in his mouth, a smile clear in his voice. his warm breath brushed your ear, his fangs slip just into view beneath his upper lip.

you laugh, half-drowning, half-thrilled, as he tightens his hold, just enough to keep you from slipping away. moonlight glints across his grin, keeping you caught. like he’d planned it that way all along.

“lo! that was cheating,” you shoot back, twisting in his hold.

he only tightens his grip, fingers catching the edge of your swimsuit and tugging you closer before you can slip away. the sea rocks you both together, bioluminescence flaring faintly as your legs wrap around his thin waist to keep balance. his hands almost instinctively slide to your hips, keeping you up.

“i don’t know, mamas, looks like winning to me,” he sneers, a quiet laugh following, golden eyes bright as they meet yours.

you narrow your eyes, ignoring the heat rising to your face.

“you know.. for someone who just got in trouble today, you’re very confident.”

that wipes some of the smugness off his face, just enough to be noticeable. lo’ak clicks his tongue.

“don’t start.” a slight furrow forms between his brows, mouth tugging into a small yet familiar scowl. you giggle at his expression.

you lift a brow, a teasing smile on your lips, and wrap your arms around his neck, fingers sliding over the necklace he wore. “whaaat?” you drag out, eyes glancing at the piece wrapped around his neck. “i thought the great lo’ak sully never gets scolded.”

he scoffs, hands sliding from your hips to rest at your lower back. “aonung started it.”

“you finished it,” you correct lightly, locking eyes with him once again.

lo’ak sighs, tilting his head back briefly so the moonlight catches his face. “yeah, well. apparently finishing it is the problem.” he looks back at you, rolling his eyes. “dad gave me the look. the one that says ‘i’m not mad, i’m disappointed.’” he mocks. you snicker in return, hands wandering to his jawline before drifting back to his shoulders.

he continues, ignoring the flutter in his chest. “said fighting like that makes it harder for them to trust me.” a pause. “trust us.”

the water laps gently against your shoulders, the night holding its breath. you lean closer, forehead brushing his. he adjusts his grip, thumbs pressing into your sides as if grounding himself.

“feels like no matter where i am, i’m wrong. too human here. too na’vi everywhere else.” he frowns a little.

your grip tightens slightly, legs still wrapped around him, anchoring him in place. “well, i don’t see anything wrong with you. must be everyone else.”

he searches your face, something unsteady flickering behind his eyes. “yeah, baby?” he murmurs with a quiet, almost self-conscious laugh. his grip shifts slightly, playful in its firmness, and when he notices you beginning to slip from his hold, he jerks you up just enough to make you gasp, letting you adjust your grip. your fingers dig into his shoulders. the tiniest grin tugs at his lips at your squeak of his name, though he doesn’t say a word. his voice lowers despite the faint smile still tugging at his mouth. “sometimes i think he wishes i was.. quiet. like my brother.” lo’ak exhales, shaking his head. his ears flatten a little. “like i’d just stop fighting everything.”

sympathetically, you lean in, pressing your forehead to his. his eyes aren’t settled on you like before, and the realization makes your next move deliberate. the kiss you give him is slow. salt, warmth, reassurance, all at once. when you pull back, you don’t go far.

“you know how he is,” you murmur, hands trailing up to the two braids dangling at the side of his face. you tuck them behind his ear. his ears twitch slightly, betraying a small, shy reaction. “don’t let it get to your head. don’t let it change you.”

he leans in, flat nose brushing your human one, and your breaths mingle. “i guess so,” he whispers. “you’re too kind to me.”

“you deserve it.”

his eyes drop to your lips.

with the surface lapping at your chest, he closes the distance, and your hands find their way back to his shoulders. smooth, firm muscle under slick skin, you squeeze gently. he doesn’t hesitate and responds back eagerly, his hands trailing along the swell of your ass. a hand drifts from his shoulder and slips under the water, covering his with yours. barely. he smiles against your lips.

the kiss deep and unhurried, tastes of salt and the faint sweetness of the sea. you lock your ankles at the small of his back, pulling him flush against you. the ocean supports your weight, letting you cling without strain, your thighs squeezing the narrow taper of his hips.

lo’ak slides his hands to your waist, his grip desperate, thumbs pressing into the curve of your sides as he held you steady. above the surface, the kiss intensified, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore with a slow, deliberate stroke that made your breath hitch. the night air cooled your flushed skin, contrasting the heat building between you, while the water sloshed softly around your entwined bodies.

you tilt your head a little, deepening the connection. lo’ak lets out a satisfied purr into your mouth, the vibration humming through your chest, his tail curling around your calf beneath the waves to anchor you closer, as if the closeness wasn’t already enough. your fingers thread into his braided hair, the beads and ties cool against your palms as you tugged gently, eliciting a low rumble from him.

he nipped at your lower lip, sharp fangs grazing just enough to send a thrill racing down your spine, then soothed it with a suck that drew your lip between his.

breath mingling in the salty air, lo’ak chased your lips when you pulled back slightly for air, unwilling to let go. he kissed you again, softer this time, his forehead resting against yours as you both floated in the glowing shallows.

for a moment, you and lo’ak just float there, the sea glowing faintly, breathing in sync.

“feel better?” you asked sweetly.

lo’ak rolls his eyes.

the tension bleeds away, replaced by something lighter, and he tugs lightly at your swimsuit.

“not even a little.”

his eyes flick down to the water, then back to you. “race me back?”

you grin. “you’re already distracted.”

“yeah,” he admits, tugging you closer one last time. “and you’re about to pay for it.”

your eyebrows slightly raise in response, a challenging smile forming on your lips. you push off his chest and kick away just enough to slip from his grasp. “try to keep up, sully!” laughter trailing behind you as the ocean lights up.

“oh yeah?!”

the ocean flares bright as you take off, and lo’ak’s laughter follows you. louder this time, lighter as he dives after you.

this was definitely just what he needed.

[payakanspirit]

Please never stop writing human reader 🙏

thank you so much 💙 ive actually been wondering if people fw the reader being human & im so glad ppl like it. there arent enough stories w da reader being human 🙏🙏🙏 again, thank u tons for the support <3

[payakanspirit]

can we pls get neteyam teaching inexperienced! reader how to pleasure themselves bc he won’t always be there to do it <3333

➶ inexperienced

neteyam x fem human reader (18+)

a.n: wasn’t sure what u wanted the reader to be, so i just put it as human since that’s what i’ve been writing the reader as. much appreciation for the request, paskalin.

the dense canopy of pandora's forest filtered the bioluminescent glow, casting an ethereal light over the secluded clearing where you and neteyam often met. as a human on the outskirts of kelutral, or familiarly known as the hometree, you'd grown close to the young warrior, his lithe blue form a constant temptation amid the warrior training that pulled him away. today, after a grueling session with his father, neteyam had slipped away to find you.

“c’mon, tìyawn,” he murmured, his voice warm and low, wrapped in a softness that made it hard not to listen. his tail flicked behind him, betraying his own restrained desire. “i’ll be gone for a week, and besides, my dad’s drills keep me from you too often,” he rubs his nose along your exopack, long braids slipping forward over his shoulder, “i can't always be here to... ease that ache between your legs.”

warmth spread across your cheeks beneath the exopack. “i know, ’teyam,” you said quietly. just loud enough for him to catch it, his ears flicking and angling back against his skull for a moment. “i’ve just… never done anything like this before.” it’s not doubt that holds you still, only a soft wave of shyness at how exposed you feel beneath the trees.

his large hands, gentle yet commanding, ease you back onto the soft moss. “trust me.” he said, settling onto his side, forearm planted firmly on the ground as he drew just a little closer, tail flicking lazily behind him. “i’m a busy na’vi, a mighty warrior,” he quipped with a sly smile, “this’ll help find release when i’m gone.”

you gave him an exaggerated eye roll, letting your faux annoyance speak louder than words.

neteyam parted your thighs, starting slow as his fingers traced the hem of your fitted shorts before sliding them down your hips, exposing your bare pussy to the warm night air. you squirmed a little at the cool breeze teasing your folds, already slick from his mere presence. the ridges on his forehead lifted slightly at the sight, and he tilted his head, almost as if trying to get a better look.

“so small and soft,” he whispered, his thumb brushing your inner thigh. “watch me. feel what i do.”

one blue finger, longer than any regular human's, parted your folds, circling your entrance with deliberate pressure. he pressed in slowly, the stretch burning sweetly as he curled it upward, finding that spot inside that made your hips buck almost immediately. “like this,” he said, a soft huff accompanying his words as he leaned closer, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm, his knuckle grazing your clit on each thrust. wet sounds filled the air, your arousal coating his digit as he added another finger, scissoring them to open you wider.

your head dropped back against the forest floor with a soft cry, hands clutching at his arm, but he shook his head, unwavering. “pay attention, yawne..”

his free hand came down suddenly, a sharp slap against your cunt that stung and sent jolts of pleasure radiating through you. “shit, neteyam!” you yelped, thighs trembling, but he didn't stop, delivering two more quick slaps, making your clit throb. a hand shoots up to tangle itself in his long braids. “language,” he scoffed softly, letting out a quiet laugh. his ears flicked, and he tilted his head, glimpsing at your reaction. “yeah? feels good?”

you could only moan in response. he grins shyly.

neteyam buries his fingers deeper in you, his palm grinding against your mound as he twists his fingers, hitting your inner wall relentlessly. your walls clenched around him, the pressure coiling tight in your stomach. your noises of pleasure only get higher in pitch. “you’re close,” he purrs observantly, watching your face contort. but just as your breath hitched, he withdrew, leaving you empty and whining.

“‘teyam.. why’d you–”

“now you,” he interrupted, voice gentle, yet carrying the weight of command, guiding your hand between your legs. his slick-covered fingers wrapped around yours, larger and enveloping, as he led your smaller digits to your dripping entrance. “start with one. slide it in like i did.. feel how wet you are for it.”

you grumble quietly, irritated, and the na’vi shoots you a glance, scoffing just a little as if to tease you.

together, you push your finger inside, along with his, the sensation foreign yet intoxicating under his watchful gaze. he moves your hand for you at first, his finger thrusting gently into you as a way to guide you, showing the angle to curl against your sensitive spot.

“too much–”

he interrupted again.

“good. just like that,” he praised, his tail flicking against the ground. “add another when it feels right.” his other hand intervened, delivering a firm slap to your exposed folds, the impact making your inserted fingers jolt deeper. you cried out, the mix of sting and fullness pushing you toward the edge. he released your hand slightly and pulled his fingers out from inside you, letting you take over the pumping while he rubbed your clit in firm circles. your eyes practically rolled back at the overwhelming sensation.

“faster now. chase it yourself.”

emboldened, you fingered your pussy with increasing speed, mimicking his earlier motions while the slaps he'd given lingered as a hot pulse. neteyam's eyes never left your cunt, his erection straining against his loincloth as he murmured encouragements. “that's it.. tsìltsan tawtute– fuck yourself harder. imagine it is me inside you when i’m away.”

the coil snapped suddenly, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, pussy spasming around your fingers as you soaked your hand, a pitiful whine of his name leaving your mouth.

“yeah, there you go..” neteyam leaned in, nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, letting out a content breath. “see? you can do it,” he rubs your clit is slow, yet firm, circles, working you through the aftershock of your orgasm. your thighs tremble lightly, his eyes falling shut as he took in your scent. you stay limp against the moss-covered ground, catching your breath.

“i promise i will make it worth your time when i come back.”

you scoff, in a state of daze.

“you better, mighty warrior.”

[payakanspirit]

➶ patience

neteyam x fem human reader (18+)

summary: teyam is pretty much eating u out

the small room hummed quietly around you, the steady whirr of equipment and soft glow of screens the only company you’d had for hours. the room felt too quiet, too small, filled with the endless list of tasks you didn’t want to do. the older scientists had been clear this work had to be finished tonight. no excuses. you stared at the data in front of you, fingers hovering, jaw tight with frustration.

you didn’t want to be here.

you wanted to be anywhere else.

the curtain at the doorway of the lab shifted.

neteyam stepped inside, ducking his head as he entered. his braids were still damp, skin faintly cool from the sea, and the exhaustion clung to him like salt. the day had wrung him dry. training, watching, proving. trying to fit where he wasn’t sure he ever would. the day written plainly in the way his shoulders sat heavy. his blue skin beared faint scratches from coral scrapes, bioluminescent freckles dimmed by fatigue, and his tail flicked restlessly as he straightened, golden eyes locking onto you with quiet desperation.

ever since arriving at the reef, everything had been different. enduring the sidelong glances and whispered doubts about the omatikaya outsiders, and silent tests. he and his family had barely stopped moving, barely stopped proving themselves.

he lingered, hoping you’d look up first.

“syulang..”

your shoulders slumped the moment you heard his voice and, without looking back, you answered. “hey,” you said quietly, a small smile almost instinctually forming on your face. “i don’t want to be doing this, trust me. but they said it has to get done.” you briefly look over your shoulder and at him. “give me an hour and i’ll be all yours. i promise ‘teyam.”

his ears angled back, the slightest frown tugging at his mouth. he nodded once, accepting it, even if it disappointed him. the silence grows heavy, his need palpable, until he sighs and lowers himself to the floor at your feet. he sits there, long legs folded beneath him on the cool tiles, his broad shoulders level with your chair. he takes a breath from the oxygen mask that was around his neck.

without much thought, he leans forward, resting his head against your thighs, the warmth of his cheek seeping through your shorts. his arms drape loosely around your legs, nuzzling closer, inhaling your scent. a quiet breath left him. slow, tired.

“patience..” you murmur, letting out a soft breath yourself. his weight pins you gently in place. you don’t move, appreciating the touch.

neteyam doesn’t answer. instead, he shifts closer, the weight of him warm and grounding, tail curling loosely near the base of the chair. from where he sat, he could watch you work. the careful furrow of your brow, the way you bit your lip when concentrating. he took a few deep breaths from his oxygen mask before placing it aside.

“c’mon.. look at me, yawne..” he sighs out softly, his fingers gently tracing along the side of your thigh.

you shake your head a little, eyes never leaving the data in front of you. “i really need to finish this part. just give me a second, okay?” you glance at him for a fraction of a second, but that doesn’t satisfy him. not even a little bit.

“patience, remember?”

his ears tilt back again, not upset. just wanting. though, he stays close, watching your hands move, slower now, less focused than they should’ve been. his tail flicked once, then stilled. he noticed.

the silence stretched. the lab hummed softly. the quiet was filled by the slow drag of your eraser against the paper, louder to him than anything else.

waves whispered beyond the walls.

neteyam moved.

without warning, he hooked his hand around the side of your chair and quickly turned it toward him.

you got startled, a short squeal of his name left your mouth.

at the sight of him, the exhaustion was impossible to miss. the tightness around his eyes, the weight he carried so quietly. he leaned forward, face rubbing slow circles on your thighs, hands sliding up to knead the muscles there, thumbs pressing in firm, soothing strokes. his breath warms your skin, and despite your protests, a shiver runs through you.

“you work too hard,” he mutters into your skin. “even when you do not want to.”

a scoff-like laugh leaves your mouth, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks. you try to angle away, legs pressing together as you glance at the papers scattered on the desk. “i do kinda have to work if i want to stay here.” you say, a hint of tease in your voice as you nudge a few papers into a messy stack.

neteyam says nothing, just watches with wide eyes. you barely manage to scoot up in your chair and fix your posture before he yanks you back down, the motion quick enough to steal your breath.

a sharp gasp tears from your mouth, your eyes widening as they snap to the na’vi in front of you, heart stuttering in your chest. “neteyam– what are you doing?!” you hiss. “anyone could walk in!”

he doesn’t budge. just tilts his head slightly, unbothered. “no one’s gonna come in, paskalin,” he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. “mawey.. (calm..) need your attention..”

he sits up straight, tugging your lower half closer to him.

his persistence turns insistent as his fingers hook into your waistband, tugging lightly. “wait–” the words catch in your mouth as he pulls your shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing your pussy to the room's recycled air. you shiver slightly at the cold air, being quick to close your legs.

neteyam gently pushes apart your legs in response, tilting his head slightly to the other side at the sight. he swallows thickly.

“don’t hide, sevin (pretty),” he mutters teasingly, his voice low and warm, a small laugh tugging at the corner of his lips. he brings up two long fingers to gently spread your folds, blowing softly against your exposed cunt. a small, flustered huff slips from your lips, and you bite the corner of your lip to stifle it. his gaze flickers toward you, catching the way your eyes stay fixed on him, alert and unblinking, as if nothing else exists.

he redirected his focus towards your pussy, sliding both of his hands to the back of your thighs, making sure to keep your legs apart. his head dips, nose brushing your inner thigh before he pressed his fangs to that spot, biting down, careful and controlled. just enough pressure to be felt.

you jolted, a sharp “skxawng!–” breaking from you before you could stop it, your pulse racing.

you reached down, your hand immediately tangling in his braids as you tried to push him back. he shivered at the touch, eyes fluttering closed, a soft, almost imperceptible sound escaping his throat. “sorry,” he muttered, his voice sheepish, tinged with warmth. you knew he wasn’t.

he slightly pulls away from your inner thigh to press a lingering kiss against the skin he bit into, finally averting his attention to your cunt. his tongue darts out almost immediately, licking a tentative stripe along your folds. a content purr escapes from deep in his chest, soft and lingering.

your mouth falls agape at the feeling, not sure whether it was from the pleasure or the cat-like texture of his tongue. despite having done this multiple times, you could never get used to it.

“neteyam..” you whine out softly, trying to scoot back on your chair, but he tugged you down before you could, sending another squeal tumbling from your mouth. he ignores it, settling his face fully between your legs, mouth latching onto your clit with a hungry suck. his tongue laps at your entrance, broad and insistent, tasting your growing wetness while his hands hold your thighs apart, keeping you open for him.

you squirm in the chair, one hand pushing at his forehead, the other clutching the arm of the chair. “this isn't fair– ah!– i have to work!” but the resistance fades as pleasure coils tight in your core, his rough tongue flicking your clit in slow strokes, sending sparks up your spine. neteyam purrs into you and your eyebrows slightly furrow from the vibrations, the sound rumbling against your sensitive skin. he briefly pulls away with a small smooch, pulling a hand away from one of your thighs to gently rub your clit. your hips chase his mouth, but a small cry leaves your mouth instead as his fingers come in somewhat gentle contact with your pussy. the slaps slightly echoed off the thin walls, your thighs trembling a little at the stimulation.

“patience, remember?” he murmured, eyes glinting as he mocked your earlier statement, a cocky smile playing on his face. his hands find their way to your thighs once more and pull them apart to create space for himself. without hesitation he slides two fingers along your slit, teasing before pushing them inside you, leaning back down. he plants a small kiss on your core, as if it would subdue the faint stinging from the slaps.

your walls clench around the intrusion, slick sounds echoing as he thrusts them slowly, curling to hit that spot that makes your breath hitch and your moans higher. “yeah? eyawr tsatseng? (right there?)” he mumbles against your folds, pulling back just enough to speak before diving in again, sucking harder on your swollen nub before allowing his tongue to soothe it. his fingers pump deeper, scissoring to stretch you, while his free hand grips your hip, holding you steady as your hips start to rock involuntarily.

“teyam–” you cry out, hand gripping onto his braids tightly as his oxygen mask stays discarded to the side despite him beginning to have a little trouble breathing.

the machinery beeps forgotten warnings, but you can't tear your eyes from him now, his long braids swaying as he eats you out with single-minded focus, tongue delving into your entrance alongside his fingers, lapping up every drop. you thread your fingers into his hair, no longer pushing away but guiding him closer, legs spreading wider over his shoulders. his eyes open briefly, meeting yours for a fleeting moment as he watches your reaction, then drift closed again, calm and unhurried.

he adds his third finger, fucking you faster, his mouth relentless, licking, sucking, swirling until you pulse around him. an orgasm crashes over you, thighs trembling against his face as you cum, crying out his name while juices coat his tongue and hand. he doesn't stop until you're spent, lapping gently to ease you down. neteyam only pulls away once your thighs begin quivering from the overstimulation and at your hand gently pushing at his forehead.

“told you that you had to be patient,” he said, his tone both mock-serious and teasing, eyes flicking to yours with quiet delight. he sits back on his heels, his pupils dilated while his tail flicks behind him. satisfied with the outcome. wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand, his eyes remain bright and wide with satisfaction. “i did not mean for you to use it like that, sully,” you huffed, a worn out grin tugging at your lips.

he playfully rolls his eyes, tossing you your discarded shorts and underwear before reaching for his oxygen mask.

a sharp clearing of a throat echoed through the room from the entrance.

ah, shit.

[payakanspirit]

➶ outcast pt. 2

lo’ak x fem human reader

pt. 1

lo’ak doesn’t hesitate this time.

at your subtle hand gesture, he carefully sets the oxygen mask aside and climbs fully onto the bed, movements quick and deliberate. the mattress dips under his weight as he settles beside you, long limbs folding in until there’s no space left between you at all. he leans in to press his lips against yours, a short pause before the pressure deepens. it isn’t rushed, just lingering. he pulls away with a small rub of his nose against your cheek.

one arm is snug around your waist, a thigh thrice your size loosely hooked over yours. his tail coils tighter around your legs, slow and warm, grounding him as he exhales against your neck.

“mm,” he hums softly. “you smell better than the ocean. feel lot better too.”

you smile faintly, heat rising to your cheeks at his statement. your fingers find their way to his braids and your nails begin gently scratching at his scalp. his tail gives a small, instinctive thump against the bed.

“that’s a lot coming from you,” you murmur. “especially after today.”

he lets out a faint scoff before kissing the side of your neck, lingering longer the second time. when you stay, his arm tightens subtly, like he’s grounding himself in your presence. “don’t remind me.”

his hand wanders in slow, absent movements along your side, thumb tracing lazy lines like he’s memorizing you. he nuzzles closer, mouth brushing your neck again, and this time, his fangs graze your skin.

it’s brief. barely there.

you feel him smile against you.

“lo..” you mumble out with a half-assed laugh.

he lingers there for half a second longer than necessary before pulling back just enough to murmur, “sorry, sorry.”

he presses a softer kiss in the same spot, lips gentle where his fangs were moments ago. it’s instinct more than impulse. his mouth settles over the pulse point with purpose, fangs grazing the skin before settling in. your breath stutters and your nails dig lightly into his shoulders. “lo’ak! you’re gonna leave a mark!”

his tail sways in acknowledgment.

a small sound leaves your mouth with a soft huff following at his sloppy kisses and bites, your gentle protest only seems to encourage him. instead of pushing him away, your hand drifts to his kuru that laid unattended on the bed. he stills briefly, a deep exhale slipping out of him.

his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his tail gives a quick, involuntary twitch. his ears tilt back, flattened against his skull for just a moment, a sign of how startled he is. then they shift forward again, as if he’s trying to hide the way he feels.

“feel that lo?” you tease.

as lo’ak drew away, the skin beneath his mouth darkened, small marks blooming where his breath and fangs had pressed. he hums in response.

he buries his face in your neck with a small whine as your fingers continue to trail along his kuru, staying pressed close to your side—very close. with your hand drifting back to his hair, and away from his kuru, his body relaxes against yours, like he’s finally found a place he can let go. you can feel his pulse slow, his breathing evening out as he settles into your warmth.

for a while, nothing is said. the silence that settles over you isn’t awkward, though.

then, like he’s thinking out loud, voice still warm against your neck.

“i really don’t like you hangin’ out with fish lips.”

you hum softly, your fingers briefly brushing against the snug band on his bicep. your tired eyes flutter open. “fish lips?” you snicker. “why’s that?”

he shrugs slightly, tail tightening around your legs. “i just don’t like the idea of him gettin’ close to you.” his grip firms, not rough, just sure. “he’s no good for you. too fishy.”

you tilt your head slightly down to look at him, a small huff of laughter leaving your lips at his latter comment. you can already feel the familiar pout forming, the furrow of his brows settling into place like it always does. that way that makes him look both stubborn and annoyed at the same time.

“jealous?”

“yeah,” he murmurs, “something like that.”

lo’ak shuffles up and presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in.

outside, the sea keeps pulling at the shore. the equipment from the lab faintly echoes in the room. but lo’ak stays curled around you, finally letting himself believe that, for tonight, he belongs right here.

[payakanspirit]

⋆｡𖦹 skxawng

aonung x fem human reader

your room in the lab is quiet except for the low hum of equipment and the soft sound of you rubbing your hair dry with a towel. the night ocean glows faintly beyond the thick glass, bioluminescent currents casting slow ripples of blue light across the walls. you’re standing by the mirror, towel wrapped around your shoulders, drying your hair slowly, still warm from the swim. the swim you tagged along with aonung, who insisted you joined, rotxo and tsireya, and the sully kids.

a soft hiss breaks the silence as the door slides open without warning. you don’t need to turn around to know who it is as the sound of dripping water announces him before he even steps fully inside.

aonung enters like he belongs there, because in his mind, he does. he doesn’t hesitate. he never does. he steps inside like it’s expected, eyes immediately flicking to you. he’s still damp from the ocean, water clinging to his curls, bioluminescent freckles glowing faintly in the low light.

“you humans take forever,” he says, eyes flicking toward the towel. “looks inefficient.”

you scoff, a small laugh slipping out. “you dragged me halfway across the reef, aonung. you showed off for an hour and i’m inefficient?”

he huffs a small scoff, completely unapologetic, leaning against the wall. “and you kept up. better than i expected, tawtute.” ego intact, tail flicking behind him. his freckles glow faintly as his lips curve into that familiar, self-satisfied grin. “i noticed.”

you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks but you roll your eyes, biting back a smile from forming on your face. you look back into the mirror, though, he’s already watching you, too close, too amused.

“shut up,” you mutter. “how’s it going with teaching the sully kids?” you ask, changing the subject, teasing him lightly in return.

his gaze drifts lazily over the room, then out toward the dark water beyond the glass. “the sully kid’s..” he starts clicking his tongue. he pushes himself off the wall, wandering around the room that was evidently small for him. “they’ll take time to adjust. they swim like they’re still listening for danger,” a pause, then a shrug. he reaches a hand out to observe a necklace on your desk. “strange to see warriors arrive as refugees. they’ll learn the way of water. or they won’t.”

you step closer, dropping the towel onto the chair. your bikini still quite damp from the swim earlier. you raise your eyebrows a little, looking at the na’vi. “they are in danger, skxawng.”

aonung shrugs, but there’s a flicker of understanding there. “still. they should keep up.” then his attention snaps back to you, eyes bright. “you did.” he takes a few breaths from the oxygen mask around his neck.

you nudge his arm. “you could try be nicer! just a little.”

he rolls his eyes dramatically. “eywa, you sound like my mother.” he places the jewelry down and steps closer, clearly invading your space on purpose, then he tilts his head, grin returning. “you want me to be nicer so badly?”

“wouldn’t hurt,” you tease.

aonung laughs, low and careless, leaning down until his forehead brushes yours. “i’m plenty nice.” his flat nose nudges your cheek, playful. “you just like pretending i’m not.” his kuru slightly falls over his shoulder.

before you can answer, his lips find yours, confident, lingering, like he knows you won’t pull away. his broad hands tug you in closer by the strings of your swimsuit, a smile playing his lips at the feeling of your hands inviting themselves to his hair. his breathe, though, slightly falters at your hands feeling along his stomach. your fingers run over the faint muscles that were beginning to form from his training. when he does break the kiss, he’s grinning again, unmistakably pleased with himself.

“dry your hair,” aonung says softly. “i will come get you later.”

then he turns toward the door, tail flicking, already certain you’ll follow him. because you always do.

“i shall reward you if you beat me in a race.”

[payakanspirit]

➶ beautiful boy

neteyam x fem human reader

the forest surrounds you in familiar sounds: the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of creatures settling in for the evening. you’re sitting near the path that leads back toward the village, just as you tend to do after long hunts. you wait there often, tracing patterns in the dirt, listening for footsteps you could always recognize before you ever saw him. where’s my beautiful boy?

“paskalin?” (“sweet berry?”)

you pick your head up at the familiar sound, a small smile almost instantly forming on your lips. neteyam steps out from between the trees.

“peseng lu nga?” (“where are you?”)

there he was. he looks exactly the way he did earlier. bow in his hand, war paint still streaked across his cheeks and forehead, dark and bold against his blue skin. his chest rises with steady breaths, and the forest seems to part for him like it knows who he is. the familiar neck piece rests against his collarbone, the woven piece at his waist sways as he walks, and his armband sits snug around his bicep. there’s a quiet strength in the way he moves, a calm confidence shaped by the forest that raised him. like a true warrior.

when his eyes meet yours, his smile appears slowly. one corner of his mouth lifts first, soft and unmistakable, before it spreads into something warmer. his eyes crinkle slightly, bright with relief and something gentler, like coming back to you is just as important as the hunt itself. it’s the smile you remember best, the one that always made the world feel steady again.

he sat beside you, setting his bow down carefully, how the scent of leaves and earth clung to him. he leans in close, pressing his forehead against your exopack. his wide eyes looked into yours momentarily before they closed, placing his big hands on top of your small ones. his thumbs traced lazy circles on your palms.

“teyam..” you sigh out with a gentle gaze, almost relieved he came back in one piece despite a few minor cuts and scrapes. you bring a hand up to rest against his cheek. his eyes open with a small laugh, leaning into your touch.

“you’re always so worried,” he murmured, voice soft, bringing a hand up to gently tap the glass of your exopack. “hold your breath, yawne.”

you obeyed quick without any questions asked, hearing the familiar hiss of your exopack as it came off. neteyam wasted no time and leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours for just a second before brushing his nose along your neck and cheek, inhaling deeply. his touch was warm and steady, like he was grounding himself to you.

you felt his breath on your skin, felt the way his war paint rubbed faintly against your cheek. you laughed at the feeling and he smiled again, softer this time, then leaned closer and kissed you, tender, like a promise. his lips were warm, familiar, and it felt like coming home. your hands found their way to his braids.

feeling your hands tap his shoulder, he pulled away, muttering a small apology under his breath. his hands were quick and careful as he lifted the mask back into place, fastening the straps with practiced ease. “there,” he murmured, voice soft and reassuring. “wasn’t so bad, was it?” he teased. you just rolled your eyes.

the forest hums around you, alive and listening, and for a moment, nothing else exists. the warmth of him, the quiet, the feeling that this, this, is something you’ll carry forever.

thunder strikes outside.

you wake with a small gasp, breath catching as the dream slips away. the room is still, too quiet, and the absence hits you all at once. your chest tightens, emotions rising fast and heavy, tears slipping down your face before you can stop them. you curl inward, holding onto the remnants of warmth left behind by the dream.

where’s my beautiful boy?

have you seen him?

yet beneath the ache, something steady remains. his laughter, his mighty presence, the forest light, all of it lives on inside you. even awake, even alone, neteyam sully lingers in the quiet spaces of your heart, alive in every moment you remember him.

“i miss you.”

[payakanspirit]

➶ outcast

lo’ak x fem human reader

pt. 2

by the time the moon rises, lo’ak’s body feels like it doesn’t belong to him anymore. his thin arms ache from fighting currents that refuse to carry him, his chest still burns from breaths taken too late or from the saltwater taken in accidentally. aonung’s laughter keeps replaying in his mind, not loud, not cruel enough to call out, but sharp in the way that reminds him he is different. an outcast. rotxo’s glances linger a second too long despite his eventual welcoming presence. tsireya’s patience, though kind, only makes the gap more obvious. he is learning the way of water, but the water does not welcome him. nor do the others.

he trails behind his family as they return, watching their silhouettes move ahead of him. even among them, he feels displaced, forest-born and stranded at sea, he carries the weight of his home reduced to memory. lo’ak was born of trees and mountains, not endless water, and no matter how hard he tries, he feels wrong here. matter of fact, when has he ever felt right? lo’ak wonders, not for the first time, if anyone can see how hard he’s trying, or if all they see is what he isn’t.

that is why he finds you instead of sleeping in the shared marui, ignoring the stares and whispers received amongst the metkayina clan.

he slips into the lab quietly, quickly grabbing an oxygen mask before making his way into your room. his long limbs fold in tight on the floor next to the bed as if he’s afraid to take up space, tail gently resting against the cold floor. the soft glow of his bioluminescent freckles glow strongly. he doesn’t look at you at first, just leans close enough that he can see your chest rising up and down, close enough to remind himself that someone is here. he places the oxygen mask on his mouth, inhaling briefly. you feel his presence.

“i tried today,” he says at last, voice soft, strained. “i really tried. i keep messing up.” he pauses for a moment, a small furrow in his eyebrows with that familiar pout. “no matter how hard i try.”


you stay silent and don’t rush him. your eyes flicker open and stay half-lidded, tiredness still present in your system. you simply turn towards him, his wide eyes not meeting yours just yet.

“i know you did. no one expects you to be perfect, lo..” you murmur, placing your hand upon his cheek. your thumb gently caresses his cheekbone and he locks eyes with you, his gaze soft. “don’t be so hard on yourself. you just got here.”

you lean in to place a lingering kiss on the bridge of his nose.

lo’ak’s breath breaks. he leans into you slowly, like he expects to be pushed away, pressing his forehead against your stomach. his weight feels heavy, not just his body, but everything he’s carrying inside it. one large hand grips your waist and the fabric of your shirt, careful and desperate all at once.

“i miss home,” he whispers, the words barely there. “i don’t feel like i belong anywhere,” he confesses. then he scoffs, his ears briefly flattening against his skull, “they all say i have demon blood in me. that i’m– we are freaks.”

you wrap your arms around him at his words, human and small, and lo’ak lets himself fold. he picks his head up, his chin now resting on your stomach, and looks at you, bringing his hand up to show off his pinky. a small frown plays on your lips, finding the others taunts towards him upsetting.

“then belong here. with me. if you’re a freak, so am i,” you whisper just loud enough for him to hear. your tawtute hands grip his na’vi ones, his gaze following.

outside, the ocean tide pulls and crashes somewhere beyond the walls, relentlessly, but here, just for this moment, the forest-born na’vi allows himself to stay, just a little longer, where he doesn’t have to prove anything at all.

“i love you. can i stay the night baby?”