hi lovely! How would you feel about oblivious! Human! Reader who has the BIGGEST fattest crush on neteyam but thinks its one sided and he isnt into sky people. and when she visits the sullys' back at the reef she misunderstands and thinks he is courting another navi? I love a healthy amount of angst LMAO
Misunderstanding 𓏲ּ𝄢
Pairing: female!human!reader x Neteyam Sully
Summary: You visit the Metkayina clan after months apart from your crush, hoping that you will finally get to be close to him. But when you see him preparing courting gift ,you misunderstand the situation.
Warnings:hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, insecurity, fluff.
Words: around 1.3k
You sat in the back of the helicopter, your knees pulled to your chest while staring out at the endless beautiful turquoise ocean, the hum of the rotors was drowning out the loud pounding of your heart.
You hadn’t seen the Sullys in months,ever since they left the forest to seek shelter with the water people, and most importantly you hadn’t seen him.
Neteyam.
Just the thought of his name made your stomach flip. Your parents were scientists, which meant you had grown up in the shadow of the Sully kids,next to him, always following them around the forest, the Omatikaya had accepted you as their own but you always knew the truth, you were human,small, weak and you needed an exopack just to exist in the air they breathed so easily.
So that’s why you were convinced that your crush was the most pathetic, one-sided tragedy on Pandora, Neteyam was the Golden boy, to you he was perfection so you thought that he was just kind to you because he was kind to everyone.
But you missed him, you missed him so much it physically hurt.
When the helicopter touched down on the sand , you grabbed your pack, checked your mask seal and stepped out onto the walkway. The warm air hit you instantly, different from the forest, village looked beautiful.
"Y/N!"
You turned to see Tuk running toward you Neteyam trailing behind with a grin on his face, you laughed bracing yourself as Tuk nearly tackled you, her arms wrapping around your waist.
"Y/n! y/n! i missed you! she chirped.
"I missed you too Tuk Tuk” you laughed patting her braids.
Then you looked up over at Neteyam, he was smiling down at you, “welcome yawntu”he said softly ,placing huge hands on your shoulders , “i missed you”, your cheeks heat up at his words “i missed you too teyam“ you murmured as you continued staring up at his amber eyes.
moment was broken by Tuk tugging at your arm “come on y/n i’ll show you around the village!” She said excitedly as she dragged you away.
…
You had been staying at the village for few days now and it has been great,people there were curious,but they were welcoming.
You had been looking for Neteyam,you had found a strange spiraled shell on the beach ,the kind you knew he would love to weave into his armbands and you wanted to give it to him, well It was more of a stupid excuse to talk to him, but it was all you had.
You found him in a marui near the edge of the village ,but he wasnt alone .
Neteyam was sitting close to a Metkayina girl, you met her at communal meal , he was leaning in holding something small in his hands, showing it to her.
"It must be perfect”you heard Neteyam’s deep voice,”It has to be right for her."
"Do not worry, mighty warrior," Yakae teased, picking up a tool to twist a piece of wire,”She will never take it off."
Your heart shattered, he was courting someone.
Of course he was,why wouldn’t he? He needed mate ,but he didn't need a tiny human who couldn't even kiss him without a glass barrier in the way.
You dropped the shell turned and ran before anyone could see the tears fogging up your exopack.
…
For the next three days you avoided the Sully family pod ,if Lo’ak asked you to hang out, you said you were helping the scientists collecting samples, if Tuk wanted to play you said you had a headache.
You often saw Neteyam from a distance, looking around looking for someone,his ears twitching in confusion.
…
You were packing your bag to leave early, sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling toward the water.
"You are difficult to find ma y/n”
You flinched at the voice ,gripping the edge of the wood. Neteyam stood behind you he didn’t look happy, his tail lashed anxiously behind him and his usually calmmface was filled with worry.
"I've been busy” you lied, avoiding looking at him
he crouched down until his face was level with yours “You are leaving tomorrow?"
"i wish i could leave tonight," you whispered. "I don't belong here teyam”
"Why do you say that?" his voice sharpened, you are part of the family y/n you are…" he hesitated
"I'm a human," you snapped”I'm small and weak, and I can't breathe your air, I'm not like your na’vi girlfriend."
Neteyam blinked, slowly rising to his full height"Girl friend? What do you mean?”
"I saw you!" you shouted standing up,your voice cracking tears sliding down your cheeks"I saw you preparing the courting gift, i heard how it had to be perfect for her."
You cried furiously at the glass of your mask fogging it, blurring out your view of him.
"I get it, Neteyam, she’s beautiful, she’s perfect for you, and… i’m happy for you okay? but i can’t stay and watch it, it hurts too much because I…”
"Because you what?" Neteyam asked taking step closer.
"Because i love you, you Skxawng!" you sobbed, “I’ve loved you since we were little and I know it’s stupid and I know you don’t feel the same way because i’m a freak but-"
"Paskalin” He cut you,closing distance his hands came up to cup your face ,well the sides of your mask, holding you gently.
"Mawey,breathe”he murmured softly”look at me."
You looked up sniffling your chest heaving."You thought I was courting someone else?" He asked small,smile tugging at his lips.
"I saw… the necklace…"
"Oh yes the necklace” Neteyam let go of your head to reach into the pouch at his waist, pulling out a leather cord, it wasn't sized for a Na’vi, It was small and Delicate.
Hanging from it was a piece of polished amber that matched his eyes and it was wrapped copper wire, It was stunning.
"Yakae is the best jewelry maker in the clan" Neteyam explained ”so I asked her for help because i have big, clumsy fingers and i needed this to be small, for a small neck."
He held it up to the light, "I told her it had to be perfect because the woman i am giving it to thinks she does not belong, she thinks she is unseen, and I need her to know that all i see is her”
Your breath caught in your throat. You stared at the necklace then up at him ”me?"
"You" Neteyam whispered leaning his forehead against the glass of your mask, his eyes closing “It has always been you y/n, i do not care that you are tawtute ,i do not care that you are small,you spirit is strong, and you are the only one who makes me feel… quiet. Peaceful”
He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes "I thought you were avoiding me because you did not want a Na'vi mate, i thought I scared you."
"Scared me?" you let out teary laugh "I thought you were out of my league."
"Never" he whispered "You are just right for me”
He moved behind you, his large, warm fingers brushing your neck as he fastened the necklace.When he stepped back around, he ran a thumb over the glass of your mask, right where your cheek was.
"I love you," he said softly”Please do not run away from me again."
You covered his hand with your own”I'm not going anywhere, Neteyam."
Warning: None. So’lek Being a gentle giant, paternal instinct, child abandonment
Request: Tsu’tey adopted daughter series is my favorite but can I have mix of frontier of Pandora?
Note: I'm still learning all the characters from Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. So please forgive me if I make a mistake. Also, if you would like to see more about this writing, let me know.
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So'lek hadn't planned this, and he was at a complete loss as to what to do. He was in the middle of the forest, with a little girl clinging to his leg. He had found her by total accident. He had been informed of an explosion near one of the RDA facilities. He was supposed to be accompanying Sarentu; it was just going to be a quiet patrol. To check that none of his people had been injured. However, here he was, standing still, looking at the strange creature. He felt that if that little creature kept touching him, he would catch something. Small human creatures were something So'lek had only heard about, and that was because Priya never stopped talking about how adorable they are.
"Ba baba.aaba," says the little one, sitting on the muddy jungle floor, looking at the man. Meanwhile, So'lek continues to look around in confusion. This little creature must have her family somewhere, So'lek thought as he began to hear the creature's cries. "No... be quiet," So'lek said firmly, pushing the little girl away slightly with his foot. This made the girl even more upset and she cried louder. So'lek didn't know what to do. It was starting to rain, and he wasn't going to take that thing with him. It could be dangerous... or not? "Hey... shall we go?" asks Sarentu, approaching So'lek and standing in shock at the scene. Next to him was a baby. She runs towards the girl and picks her up from the ground. "Awww, look what we have here," says Sarentu, taking the girl in her arms. But in a quick movement, So'lek takes her away and puts her back on the ground. "Don't touch her, she could be dangerous," says So'lek as he wipes his hands.
Sarentu laughs, while the little girl starts crying again. "Where did you get her?" asks Sarentu, examining the creature from afar. "She came to me... and touched me," says So'lek, looking as if he were afraid of the tiny thing. "They are the cubs of humans, that's what they look like... they are very vulnerable. We can't leave her here," says Sarentu. "Her parents should come for her... it's better not to touch her," says So'lek, watching as the creature stops crying and comes closer again. Now using his leg to stand up and raise her arms so that So'lek can carry her. "No... go away," says So'lek, moving away a little. But it was in vain... because, unfortunately for him, the dangerous creature was walking. "I already checked the area... and I don't think there are any survivors," Sarentu says sadly. Apparently, the little girl had survived.
"Well... it's not our problem," So'lek was about to leave, but someone was already holding his leg tightly. When he moved, the little girl started to laugh. Sarentu had to laugh too; she was adorable. "Apparently, she likes you a lot... come on, we have to take her to the shelter," said the girl, walking away from So'lek. "Hey!!! Don't leave me here with this thing," said So'lek, seeing that his complaints were being ignored. He pulled away from the girl's grip and walked a little further away. But he stops short when he hears crying. He tried to ignore it, but he didn't have the heart to do that. Turning around to look, the girl was crying on the ground... the rain had already wet her a little. In the distance, he could see the smoke rising from what was once her home. He sighed dramatically, approaching the little girl. So'lek might look tough, but he didn't have the heart to leave that creature there alone. The jungle could be very dangerous...it would be a quick dinner for any animal. In one swift, quick motion, he picked up the girl with one hand, holding her against his forearm. The little girl stopped crying immediately, holding on tight. So'lek didn't know why he was doing this; it was dangerous and foolish. But there he was, flying his ikran, on his way to the shelter.
So'lek arrived at the shelter and handed the girl to Priya, who excitedly checked on her. "From what I can see, she's only one year old... so tiny," said the woman. The people in the shelter couldn't stop looking at her and trying to get the little girl's attention. But she was only looking at So'lek, who was sitting far away... very far away from them. In a corner, he tried to figure out what was going on and why the child was staring at him with such determination. He sighed to himself and left the shelter to continue with his life. As soon as he walked out the security doors, he heard the child begin to cry. But he kept walking.
The days went by, and all so'lek heard was the creature's crying and everyone in the shelter complaining. They didn't know what to do anymore. They had already given her food and played with her. But it was all useless. She had only slept for a few hours, only to wake up and cry. They were slowly going crazy, to the point of leaving the girl alone in a small playpen in the middle of the shelter. Apparently, when she was alone, she calmed down a little. So'lek thought this was stupid and very irresponsible on the part of the group. She was a small baby who was supposed to need attention 24/7, not be left alone to her fate. So, without anyone noticing and very determined about what he was going to do, he waited for the right moment to execute his plan.
One afternoon, when the shelter was empty and some members were asleep, So'lek entered cautiously. Approaching the playground, he saw that the girl was sitting there playing with some blocks that Dr. Alma had left her. "Hello," So'lek said quietly. Seeing how the child looked up at him and gave him a smile, an adorable laugh, melted his heart. This melted the man's heart, but of course... he wasn't going to show it. "Come here... come," So'lek gestured with his hands, watching as the girl got up and walked toward him. Surprisingly silent, she was very determined to reach him. He took her in his arms, bringing her close to his face.
The little girl placed her small hands on So'lek's face and smiled again. For the first time, he could see her clearly. She had messy hair, a small nose, and small eyes. She looked so delicate that she barely weighed anything. He pulled her closer to his chest, watching as the girl calmed down and began to play with his decorations and bulletproof vest. "You like it... I can get something similar for you," So'lek said in a low voice. Calm and kind... a gentle giant. He could smell a peculiar odor coming from the creature. Lifting her into the air, he sniffed her. "Ahhh," So'lek grimaced in disgust. When was the last time you had a bath? He had to do something about it... maybe that was the reason why the girl cried so much.
He decides to leave the shelter, putting the oxygen mask on the girl and holding her in his arms. "I have to make some kind of carrying bag so I can carry you without any problems," So'lek says to himself. He knew the girl didn't understand, but he still told her his future plans. He was walking through the jungle, carrying the little girl to where he used to bathe. When he arrived, he thought for a moment... this shouldn't be difficult or any different from bathing a Na'vi child. To tell the truth, they were very similar. So he carefully removed her clothes and placed the human child in the water. It was a small river, which was the perfect depth. He cleaned the girl, noticing that she didn't complain at all. She was quiet and played with everything she saw. She touched the rocks and some of the vegetation around her, while So'lek continued to clean the little girl's hair.
After the bath, So'lek took some fabric left over from his outfit and placed it around the girl's waist. Trying to create a kind of tewng. "Later I'll make you something better... come here," So'lek took the girl in his arms, settling her in to take her back to the shelter. "We have to feed you... and then I'll look for something to do," he continued talking to himself, feeling the child falling asleep in his arms. He smiled a little to himself. "You also need a name... how about Y/N?" said So'lek, looking at the human child, who was already fast asleep, curled up in his arms. Looking for more warmth. "Y/N, that will be your new name... I'll teach you how to hunt, how to speak Na'vi, we have many things to learn," says So'lek. So'lek didn't know how he had ended up in this situation... but he was sure that this time no one would take his happiness away from him.
NOTES: I watched ATWOW and ever since then i’ve been OBSESSED. And yes ik that we humans technically would not be able to take the full size of a Na’vi cock, BUT JUST LET ME BE DELUSIONAL DAMMIT.
Thinking about…
Dilf!Tonowari who doesn’t take disrespect or brattyness from you, even in the slightest. He silences you with one final look and you know best to take heed and stay quiet…. “Behave,yawne” If you do perhaps don’t wanna listen, then be prepared to be folded like a pretzel, while he teases your folds with his huge!cock. I firmly believe that he loves spanking you as a ‘punishment’, and yes i put punishment in quotation marks because him and you both know you enjoy it much more than intended.
Dilf!Tonowari who didn’t give a flying fuck about anyone else’s opinions, with you guys relationship. So what he’s dating a human?! there’s soooo many benefits of dating one, likeeeee how tight you feel when your struggling to take his cock. He’s the Olo’eyktan, so if anyone has an issue they can come and say it to his face, otherwise may peace be upon them.
Dilf!Tonowari who loves to grind on you when you’re not giving him attention. The feeling of his long manhood grinding against your backside, drives you crazy and he knows that; the excitement that only a thin piece of fabric separates the feeling of complete euphoria when he slips inside and hits spots inside you that always makes you swear you see Eywa. “ Cmon Ma Yawntu, give your Oeyä yawntu some love mmm?” he’s such a big baby at heart, mhmmm YOUR big baby. He sure ain’t a baby no more when he’s balls deep inside to the point you can feel your stomach bulging and swollen full of his cum tho.
Dilf!Tonowari who has a major breeding kink as you can clearly tell, like this nigga WILL NOT let you leave the kelku without making sure he’s cummed buckets inside of you, and when it leaks down your thighs, he just scoops it back up with his long fingers and plunges it back inside you with a groan“ We can’t have my seed wasted, now can we precious?”. He most deff has a daddy/sir kink.
Dilf!Tonowari who is hopelessly obsessed with your entire existence. This man is the walking definition of “happy wife, happy life,” and he takes that philosophy seriously—doing absolutely everything in his power to keep you happy, content, and well taken care of. YES KING. And if you’re ever upset with him? He’ll conveniently forget all about his important duties, choosing instead to follow you around all day like a lost, lovesick puppy—tail tucked low, ears drooping, eyes never leaving you—waiting for even the smallest sign of forgiveness. Honestly… how could you not give in to your handsome man when he looks at you like that?
Dilf!Tonowari who loves when you get jealous. Now obviously in his profession he has to talk to numerous amount of people in his clan, some of them being woman, who sometimes get beside themselves and often times try flirt with him. Now obviously he doesn’t take these encounters lightly seeing as though his already has a beautiful wife ( you) but sometimes he can’t help but want to get under your skin at times, so, every now and then, he plays along just enough to test your patience, casting you knowing glances the entire time, fully aware of what he’s doing… and exactly how you’ll react.
⤷But don’t worry, little one—once all of that is over, don’t think for a second that when you return to your shared kelku, he won’t devote himself to you entirely. Tonowari worships you like something sacred. He takes his time, starting slow—soft kisses pressed along your skin, murmured promises of what’s still to come, his strong hands roaming with purpose, gripping and molding you like you were made just for him. And for a while, he’s patient… until he isn’t. Restlessness settles in deep within his bones , his restraint thinning, and suddenly his touch grows more insistent—his teeth brushing past the mist sensitive part of your neck—his fingers hitching higher and higher to your moist puffy lips, but then stopping just 2 inches away just to hear your pitiful whines. “ Be patient darling, allow your chief to take care of you”
Dilf!Tonowari who loves showing of his muscles—first because he knows he’s bigger, broader, and far more intimidatingly built than the rest of the Na’vi (YAYYY more of him for you). But more importantly, he does it because he knows how much you adore him. The way your eyes linger. The way your breath catches every time he comes near. He moves slowly on purpose, fully aware that even the smallest shift of his body makes powerful muscles roll and flex beneath his skin. Those massive thighs that could pin you in place without effort, the way his strong, calloused hands look almost sinful wrapped around weapons, tools—or you. He pretends it’s casual, all confidence and control, but the truth is he thrives on the way you look at him like he’s something irresistible… something entirely yours.
⤷His thighs are yours to ride, claim them as your throne Queen; he even boldly asked you to use them as you please, just make sure to lick up your juices after your done— we can’t have him walking around with your juices just on display on his thighs when he’s talking to his people, can we? ( unless you into that..). He’ll get so turnt on by watching you, biting his lips, eyes low, low groans and his hands on your hips, guiding the pace; the whole shebang. He’s such a people pleaser when it comes to you, like this one time he must’ve came so hard just by watching YOU squirt on his thighs. He LOVES making you feel good and will forgot his own pleasure just to focus on yours.
N/A: IK IV’E BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG, GAH DAMN. But I had to make a quick post for this fine ass dilf, other than that-what other things ya’ll want me to post?
He can hear you now, trying to muffle the sound of your sobs with your hands like you always do. You were raised to hide your feelings, and even now he catches you doing it sometimes, even when he's loved you enough to show you that you don't need to do any such thing, that you never did.
His nimble fingers part the weaving of the marui, his frame bending to enter. The marui is dark, devoid of the lanterns you love to light, the biolumenescent starfish you like to cultivate. To make your house a home, you told him once, smiling in the way that makes his heart race. He can see you, hunched over in the darkness, face buried in your hands. His heart stings to see you like that, reduced to your core.
You are his mate, his yawne. You shouldn't be crying like this; he's going to skin anyone alive, anyone who made you feel like this.
He enters with nary a sound, yet you still sense his presence and begin to dab your eyes hastily. You know his steps too well.
"Ma Teyam," you sniffle. "You're home earlier today. Did the patrol—"
He brushes your words aside and instead crouches beside you, his fingers reaching for your jaw. He tilts your face, looking at you— your bloodshot eyes, the tears that streak their way down your cheeks. He dabs at them with his other hand, pulling you into him.
"What's wrong, ma yawne?" He murmurs into your hair, positioning you so the side of your head is pressed to his chest, his arms around you. "Tell me, please."
"Nothing," you reply, voice cracking on the last word. Normally, you would've laughed at that, but you only sniffle again. "I just.... I don't know."
"It's fine, ma 'tirey," he insists, voice even softer than it usually is, the sharp edge he gained when he became olo'eyktan completely absent. "Just stay. I'm right here."
He doesn't press for answers— he never does, when he's with you. His thumb traces slow circles down the dip of your spine, then higher, fingers warm and calloused.
"You don't have to be strong with me." He whispers, the exact words you'd once whispered to him. "Not ever."
"I see you, ma Teyam," you say, hands curled into fists at the fabric of his harness. He takes one, unravelling each finger, and kisses each knuckle one by one, dilated golden pupils fixed on you.
"I see you too, ma yawne."
His voice is sweet, sweeter than saccharine, and you have no words to tell him how much you love him, not again, because your tongue cannot make up words for the way your heart swells for him. But he knows, and you don't have to tell him.
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, size kink, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting/nipping, rough handling, wall sex (tree sex)
word count: 0.5k words
tsu’tey has you shoved back onto a low, moss-covered branch, his massive hands gripping your knees and forcing them wide until the joints ache. he’s huffing, those harsh, animalistic breaths of his hitting your inner thighs as he stares at you. to him, you smell like alien chemicals and soft, warm skin—a scent that’s confusingly sweet and sharp all at once.
"you smell… different," he mutters, his voice a low, jagged rumble. "it is strange. it is not of this world."
he just sinks to his knees between your legs. the scale of him is even more apparent now; his head is nearly as wide as your hips, and when he leans in, he completely eclipses your view of the forest floor. he doesn't start with his tongue. instead, he just breathes against you, his nose buried in your heat as he inhales deeply, trying to map out this new, human scent.
"so much warmth," he growls, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin.
then, he tastes you. it’s not a gentle lick. tsu’tey is a hunter; he uses his tongue like he’s claiming territory. it’s long, flat, and slightly textured, dragging from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in one slow, wet swipe. you let out a high, broken cry, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as your hips jerk upwards.
"stay," he commands, his voice muffled against you. he hooks his thick, blue fingers into your ass, pulling you even closer to his face until you’re practically draped over his jaw.
he gets greedy then. his tongue is heavy, a blunt pressure that moves with a rhythmic, demanding force. he’s curious, poking and prodding at you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he tries to get even deeper. every time you sob his name, he just growls, a deep-chested sound that you feel in your bones. he’s tasting the "science" out of you, replacing it with the salt and musk of the forest.
"you are so small," he pants, pulling back for a second just to look at the mess he’s made of you. your skin is flushed, slick with his saliva and your own arousal, the bioluminescence of the trees reflecting in the wetness on your thighs. "and you taste... like life."
he dives back in, his pace turning fast and dirty. he’s not just licking now; he’s sucking on you, his jaw wide and trembling from the effort of staying controlled. he uses his teeth—just a graze, a tiny nip that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your spine. he wants to see you break. he wants to hear that loud, human scream echo through the canopy.
when you finally start to shatter, your legs shaking and your back arching off the branch, he doesn't pull away. he presses his face harder against you, his tongue working frantically to catch every drop of your release. he stays there until your heartbeat slows, his breath hot and jagged against your soaking skin, looking up at you with eyes that are dark, blown-out, and utterly possessive.
"now," he rasps, his hand moving to the drawstring of his loincloth, his cock already a heavy, dark shadow against his thigh. "now i see why the dreamwalker is so distracted."
│Summary: Your mate has been acting weird lately, but you just can't seem to place your finger on why exactly.
│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, bloody biting
Your mate, Jake Sully, has been acting strange lately. He was highly aggressive, extremely jealous, and reckless, which was nothing like him.
He had been very avoidant the past few days, but when he was around you, you could tell something was going on with him. Jake was barely eating, slipping away any time he could, touching you less, and never came to bed with you. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.
You walk through the forest trying to find Jake. He saw you talking to another man and absolutely lost his shit, punching the poor guy in the face before storming off away from the village. You apologized profusely for his actions before following after him.
Jake was never the jealous type. He was proud of you being his and had the utmost trust in you. He was usually only jealous during a certain time, but it couldn’t have been time for that again already. Could it?
The forest was quiet as you walked, the occasional animal sound fills the air mixed with the crunch of your footsteps. That is until your ears perk up at the sound of someone.
Soft grunts fill your ears as you make your way closer to the noise. You stop dead in your tracks in a clearing, seeing your mate sitting on a log with his back to you. He groans your name repeatedly, and you can see his arm tensing as he moves up and down.
He was pleasuring himself. You couldn’t understand why though. The two of you hadn’t had sex in at least a week weirdly enough, but you wondered why he couldn’t come to you.
You walk closer to him quietly, not wanting to spook him. His back was beyond tense, the veins along his arms were so prominent you could see them pulse as they pump blood throughout his body.
It finally dawned on you. He was in rut.
He never liked having sex with you when he was rutting, because he felt like he couldn’t control himself when he was inside you. You reassured him every single time, but he never got it through his head.
You watched from behind him, his hand was stroking his cock fast and hard, his toes dug into the dirt, and his other hand gripped onto the log, breaking pieces of bark off from his rut strength. The hand gripping his cock was bloodied from his knuckles.
“Do you want some help with that?”
His hand immediately leaves his cock, covering himself as he turns around swiftly. Once he notices it was you he relaxes ever so slightly.
He sighs, reaching down to grab his loincloth, “no. It’s fine.”
You move around him until you stand in between his legs, grabbing his loincloth away from him and tossing it to the side. Reaching up to the ties of your own loincloth, you let it fall to your ankles, baring yourself to your mate.
Sitting onto his lap, you can see his breath catch in his throat as your core rubs along his shaft. Sliding your heat up and down the length of him, you progressively coat him in your slick. You can feel his cock twitching underneath you.
“I’ve been needing you Jake,” you whimper as the tip of his cock brushes past your clit.
His hands find your hips, digging into the skin to stop your movements.
“No, you know I can’t do it,” he whispers out painfully.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean down to his ear, “use me, Jake.” You bite gently on his lobe, moving to kiss down the side of his neck and onto his shoulder. His arms tense around you as he slowly grinds you against him.
It was only getting him worked up more. His grip became bruising as he pushed you harder onto his cock, rubbing you faster against him. You moan against the skin of his neck each time his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans, his face finding the crook of your neck.
“You won’t, please Jake,” you whine, rubbing yourself faster along his cock. His precum and your slick make it easy to glide down his length.
You lean back to look at him, his pupils were blown and he looked so needy it made you weak. Lust and passion present in his eyes, “please Jake,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.
He groans from your words, and his hands slide under your thighs pushing your body away from him. You reach your hand down, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing gently before nudging the tip against your entrance.
He sets you down on his cock slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him. You let out a soft moan once his tip pushes against your cervix.
You begin to slide back and forth on his lap, letting his cock rub through your walls at a slow but very pleasurable pace. His skin brushes against your clit, sending shivers down your spine.
Jake watches you please yourself with his cock, trying to refrain from fucking the life out of you. He brings his hands up to your hips, resting them there to steady you.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your warm, wet walls as you slowly thrust him into you. He filled every inch of your core, his skin stimulated your clit, and his eyes burned against your body.
“Jake,” his name leaves your mouth as a moan repeatedly. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, his grip bruising as he slides you up and down his cock at a faster pace.
“Do you feel good, sweet girl?” His voice was strained, he was holding back and his patience was running thin.
“Yes Jake, more please,” you whine, raking your nails along the skin of his back. He picks you up, leaving only the tip inside of your entrance.
Jake slams you down onto his cock. His tip pushes against your cervix hard, and he immediately pushes you back up again. The tip brushes past your sweet spot, sliding out to sit right inside your entrance before being slammed back in again.
Your back arches, your chest presses into his and moans of his name constantly leave your mouth. The stark contrast between your small glides along his cock and his rough thrusts was everything.
“Fuck, I needed you so bad,” he grunts out, continuing to slide your entrance along his cock. Jake kisses rough against the skin of your neck, biting and sucking as he makes his way down to your shoulder.
He pulls away to watch you as you slide your hand down your stomach, bringing one finger to your clit as you draw circles to match the rhythm of his cock.
A heat was building in your lower stomach as your finger rubbed against your clit and Jake drilled into you from below. Your climax was approaching fast, your entrance clenches around Jake’s cock, letting him know the same thing.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he grunts out. Your hand moves down to his arm, gripping hard around the big muscles. The heat in you only grew more. You were so close to falling over the edge.
“I need to cum Jake, please,” you whine, arching your back and rubbing your clit faster.
“Cum on me baby,” he groans, his thrusts only speed up.
Your body tenses, sweat beads on your forehead, your arm grows tired as you hit your climax. Your chest presses hard into his, your nails dig into the skin of his arm. Constant moans leave your mouth hanging open ever so slightly.
Jake looks down, watching as your cum gushes out down his shaft. He rides out your high until your body becomes limp in his hands.
His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he stands from the log, holding you still, before lowering himself to the ground. He lays you flat on your back, still connected to you, the ground underneath was hard and cold but the heat from his body made up for it.
“You always make me feel so good,” he whispers, leaning down to place a rough kiss to your lips before sitting on his knees in between your legs.
He picks your legs up by your ankles, draping them over his shoulders before thrusting into you again. Your gaze finds his. He looked feral, animal like as he watched where his cock slipped deep into your body before pulling out again.
Your hand shoots down to his lower stomach, your legs try to close, but he keeps them open. He ran his hands down the length of your legs before resting on your thighs to pull you closer to him. Your body twitches from the feeling of him rubbing through your very sensitive walls.
“Jake,” you whimper, pushing against him.
“I know baby, I’ll make it feel good again,” his thrusts only speed up. He was drilling into your entrance fast and hard, his grip on your thighs was punishing. He reaches down between the two bodies, swiping against your clit causing your body to twitch again.
He does it a few times until it turns into pleasure and he draws fast circles onto the swollen bundle of nerves.
The only sounds filling the air were grunts, moans and skin slapping together.
He pushed in until his pelvis was flush with yours, his cock rested against your cervix. He pulled back out, brushing past your sweet spot again and again, leaving only the tip inside before he was slamming back in.
Your back arches from the ground, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper inside you.
“You take me so good,” he groans, resting his head against the side of your leg.
“Fuck Jake,” you whimper, you could already feel your entrance begin to clench around him. He knew that when he gave you no break in between your orgasms that you would cum fast.
Your nails dig into the hard skin of his stomach, eager to find relief from the pleasure he gave you. The heat in your stomach was building again, and quickly. His fingers rubbed against your clit relentlessly, his cock rubbed through your walls at a steady, quick, and harsh pace.
Your ankles tense against his shoulders, your legs try to close, your body begins to feel weak from your climax running through you. You arch your back from the ground, moaning over and over while you cum gushes out along his cock for the second time. But this time, Jake was so close to his climax himself that he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach.
You laid ass up on the forest floor for him, baring yourself to him as he watched your core pulse and leak for him.
He shoves his cock back deep inside you, grabbing a fistful of hair before pulling your back flush with his chest. Your body was beyond weak; the overstimulation was unbearable.
“Take it like a good girl,” he grunts out, kissing and sucking against the soft skin of your neck.
“It feels so good Jake,” you moan, the pleasure from your orgasm fades easily into more pleasure. The walls of your core were rubbed raw by his thick cock, but you loved to feel him deep inside you.
He brings his mouth closer to your ear, licking the soft skin of it before whispering, “I know sweet girl.”
His thrusts never falter, he wraps his other hand around your body, bringing it up to your neck and gripping tightly. He was pounding into you from below and with every thrust shivers ran down your spine.
His breath on your neck gave you goosebumps, the heat from his body was scorching. His desire, his need for you was something he couldn’t control.
You can feel his cock beginning to twitch inside you. His composure was slowly slipping. He kisses along your shoulder, his thrusts become sloppy. You drag your hand down to your clit, begging for some kind of friction.
A familiar feeling in your core built, one that only came after multiple rounds of sex with Jake.
He thrusts harder, faster until his grip on your throat is beyond tight, and his body couldn’t thrust himself in any faster.
“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up baby,” he whimpers, right on the edge of his climax.
“Yes, Jake please cum in me,” you whine, eager to feel his pleasure.
His teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, drawing blood that he slowly licked away. His thrusts become sloppy, but it felt good enough to leave you squirting with every push into you. He groans from the feeling of his stomach growing wet, your squirt spraying over him.
His cock twitches right before shooting long, thick ropes of cum. Jake bites harder into the skin of your shoulder, constant groans leaving his mouth as he draws out the high shared between the two of you.
Once his thrusts slow, he slides himself out of you, whimpering as his sensitive tip draws through your raw walls. He brings his finger down to your entrance, gathering his spilling cum before pushing it back inside you.
You twitch from the feeling, but he brings his finger up to your mouth and you open for him. You suck his cum off his fingers, making sure you don’t miss a drop of him. You can hear him groan from how you accepted him into your mouth.
He could keep going, but he knew you couldn’t.
He slowly let’s go of his grip on you, and you drop yourself on your back on the ground. Your body was weak and tired, drunk on pleasure.
Jake hovers over you, smiling down at you, placing small kisses against your lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead before pushing himself off you. He grabs his discarded loincloth and begins to wipe the mess the two of you created from your skin.
He lays down beside you, the cold ground welcoming the warm heat of his body. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you onto your side in front of him.
You lay your head against his chest, listening to him. His rapid heartbeat, his chest rising and falling. You said nothing, only enjoyed the time with your mate.
His fingers run through your hair, his thumb draws circles into the skin of your back, his body feels relieved.
Avatar Jake x Female Omitakaya Reader
Word count | 2.8k
Warnings | 18+, explicit smut, making out, thigh riding, dry sex
Summary | You're down BAD for Jake, but your coping mechanism is to hate him. Until one evening, you can't anymore
He’s ridiculous. Utterly, incomprehensibly, frustratingly ridiculous. Stupid, skxawng. You curse him as he looks at you with that annoying grin plastered on his face as usual right after you’d scolded him for fucking up yet again.
“Why can’t you just get it right for once, skxawng? You waste my time,” You spit.
“Why can’t you just teach me right, hm?” He retorts in his smug tone, tilting his head in that way that makes you want to punch his lights out right then and there.
You seethe through your teeth as you turn and start storming away, tail flicking like dynamite, but you hear his footsteps behind. You snap back around and shoot daggers at him.
“Stop following me.”
“Nah, you’d miss me.”
“Eurgh!!,” you hiss as you stalk through the forest with no choice but to accept your following puppy. “The day I get you out of my hair I’m throwing a damn party.”
You feel his shit-eating grin without seeing it.
The days went by like this, you drip feeding him poison, him asking for more like it’s his remedy. Neytiri had dumped him on you after deciding she was too ‘busy’ to continue training him. Busy my ass. She just wanted him off her back. And so your days were filled with teaching and scolding him.
“Not so loud, my Eywa,” you’d cringe as he’d step too noisily through the thicket, alerting all the creatures. Idiot.
“Hold it higher,” you’d slap at his arms while he held his bow, making him raise them. He’d look down at you with something in his eyes that made your blood boil. Skxawng.
“Use your brain, if you even have one,” you’d shake your head, pinching your brow as he fell from his pa’li for the tenth time, picking himself up from the mud and swiping at his tongue only to add more mud to it. Dork.
And what was worse, the rest of the clan was taking a liking to him.
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The drums pound as the party of the evening is in full swing, na’vi coupled up and dancing in rhythmic lines by the firelight.
“Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake!” a group chants in a circle around him as Jake chugs back the entire contents of his sour drink.
“Goddamn,” he splutters, almost choking from the potency and laughter erupts around him.
Tsu’tey nods slowly, impressed. He holds up another cup twice as full and slowly guides it to Jake as the group goes silent in anticipation.
Jake holds his gaze cooly, accepting the challenge as he takes the cup. He brings it to his lips, tilting his head back as he starts to chug once again. The crowd howl and chant his name again and Tsu’tey grins in disgusted delight at Jake’s nerve, tipping back his own drink with him.
“Arghh, yeah baby!” Jake yells, throwing down the empty cup with fists in the air. He got like this during the parties, became such an animal and the clan loved it.
“That dreamwalker is the biggest skxawng,” you shake your head disapprovingly as you sip your drink, watching the fiasco from across the clearing with your friend Kii’ra.
“He is your skxawng, though,” she points out and you glare at her.
“Please don’t remind me,” you gulp more of your drink than you should. “I make it so clear that he grinds my gears and what does he do? He just smiles at me with his idiot face… like he loves it or something.”
She grins. “He does.”
You side eye her, looking her up and down. “What do you know about it?”
“Everyone sees the way he looks at you.”
“Yeah, like a lost fucking puppy,” you snort, swigging your drink.
“Like he wants you.”
Her words stun you into silence for a moment and your eyes widen.
Kii’ra’s mouth forms an ‘o’. “You want him too, don’t you?”
“Pfft absolutely fucking not,” you huff, glugging back the rest of your drink.
“Sister, I know you like tanhi on my hands. You are in angry denial."
“Kii’ra, I’m going to hurt you in a moment if you don’t stop talking,” you warn as your cheeks grow hot.
“You always turn into a hot head when you’re crushing. Do not hide from it, just go up to him and say, “Oh, JakeSully, take me, mwahmwahmwah-”
“That’s it,” you lunge at her, shoving her hard as she giggles and rolls off the tree trunk, spilling her drink.
As you try to stand the clearing shifts and you realise how drunk you are.
“Oh, I’m fucked,” you giggle, falling back down to sit.
“Here’s your lover boy,” Kii’ra mutters under her breath and shoots you a look as she gets back up and makes her escape over to the dance. You watch after her in puzzlement before his voice startles you.
“Hey, little monster.”
Your ears flick back and you snap around to see Jake sitting down on the log next to you with the most lopsided drunk smile you’ve ever seen. Your vision waves a bit, making him look less sharp than usual, and you hate yourself, but he looks really good in the firelight; drunk, relaxed, content, amber eyes big and luminous, tanhi glowing. Fuck.
“Did you jus’ call me ‘lil’ monster’?” your words come out slightly slurred and you pinch your lip between your teeth. Get it together.
“Yeah,” Jake smirks, leaning forward on one knee. “Always puttin’ me in line like a lil’ monster, aren’t you, hot head?”
He tilts his head and the familiar rage floods into your gut.
“Because you make me! With your.. your idiocy and your inability to listen, and your teasing.” You flash your hands in his face, making him flinch. “Do you know how hard that makes it for me, trying to teach a skxawng like you?”
His eyes gleam like he’s recharged from your poison. “If only you knew how hard it makes it for me too,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly as he takes a drink.
“What?”
“Hm?” he raises his eyebrows like he missed something.
You narrow your eyes. “I hate you.”
“Nah, you don’t.”
Your blue cheeks flush crimson and you press your lips into a thin line. Skxawng.
“Look at you,” he taunts as he leans further forward, the proximity between you suddenly feeling too close for comfort. “So cute when you get all hot 'n flustered.”
You shove his shoulder, making him stagger back and spill some drink. “Woah-hoho, easy tiger.”
“I need more drink if I’m to be burdened with you tonight,” you mutter.
“Anymore and you won’t be seeing straight, sunshine.”
“Perfect, then I won’t be able to see you.”
Jake’s grins as his tail flicks against the log and he reaches a palm out for you, swaying slightly. “Dance w’me?”
“You've gotta be kidding,” you look from his hand to his hopeful face. Fuck sake. You sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m pissed and don’t want to see the soppy heartbroken look you’ll give me if I say no. S’isn’t cause I want to.”
“Sure,” his grin widens, flashing canines.
Two more drinks down, the drums ricochet through your chest as you step back and forth in time to the dance alongside the others. Or at least attempt to without staggering.
You can’t help but laugh as Jake looks just as ridiculous trying to keep himself in line. Idiot.
You all step forward, pressing your palms against one another's, sliding your hands up above your heads. Jake's face is lit up with with pure joy, and as much as he frustrates you to death, it’s infectious, almost cute, and you can’t help but grin back like a drunk dork.
You separate, stepping backwards as you rotate your waist to the rhythm, your braids following your hips.
You spin, throwing your head back as you float your arms up in the dance, and when your wavy gaze returns to Jake, his smile has dropped.
His expression bearing a heaviness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are intense, the amber of them almost engulfed by his pupils and it startles you as you make your way back together.
You bring your palms to touch again as you hold his gaze.
“What is it, skxawng,..” you murmur, lifting your arms.
“You’re beautiful,” he hums quietly. Confidently.
“Stop it,” you snap, but you can’t ignore the way your heart skips a beat in your chest.
You spin, parting again as the beat rolls on, butterflies starting to churn in your stomach without permission.
His eyes are all over you, and you suddenly feel too hot, as though merely his eyes on your body is setting your skin on fire.
He wants you, just like Kii’ra said.
Fuck. Why does she always have to be so damn right?
You pull back together once more like magents.
“Stop fighting it,” he smirks.
“Fighting what?” you mutter, a desperate attempt to feign ignorance.
He leans forward closer than is necessary, next to the shell of your ear as he hums, “I can smell it on you, babygirl.”
Babygirl? How fucking dare he call you that?
But by Eywa, it does something to you, and suddenly you’re far too aware of the friction of your loincloth material rubbing against you.
Jake tilts his head triumphantly at the way your pupils grow.
“I…I need a moment,” you murmur, feeling hot and dizzy.
You’re not sure if it’s from the dance, the drink or something else.
You break from the line, making for a quiet spot at the edge of the clearing near the trees, trying to calm the heat pulsing through you.
Jake follows you.
Of course he does.
He approaches you, his tail swishing behind him. “Hey, you alrigh?-”
Before you can register what your body’s doing, your hands are reaching for his cheeks, cutting him off as you drag his face down to yours like it’s the only fruit left on Pandora.
You have no idea what’s taken over you as your lips tackle his, and for a moment, he’s rigid, until you feel the slow, lazy smirk creeping onto his face as he melts into it, closing his eyes.
“Didn’t think you’d come around that quickly,” he murmurs into your mouth.
“Don’t make me change my mind,” you manage before your words trail off into a groan at the feeling of his soft, warm tongue greeting yours. “I st-still hate you.”
A low purr echoes from deep in his throat, and you bring your hand around it, feeling the vibration.
“Fucking get those hands on me,” you demand.
Jake chuckles, his ears pricking up at your command. “Yes, ma’am.”
He pulls you into him, engulfing your waist with his arms as he drags you slightly more out of sight from the party, behind a nearby tree, where you both stumble against it in the entanglement.
Your moaning grows as your tongues continue the dance, faces leaning back and forth passionately, flat, wide noses nudging.
His kiss tastes better than you imagined, like nectar; slightly botanical from the alcohol, with a hint of something velvety and spicy like wood or cardamon.
You suck on his tongue, wanting more of it, and it makes him purr louder, his chest rumbling deeply.
Your hands roam over his broad shoulders and arms, squeezing the muscles that have been growing from his training. The training you've given him, that you scold him for being terrible at but truthfully, he’d improved a lot at recently.
You run your nails over the delicate glowing patterns of his tanhi, digging in just enough to leave a light trail.
Why does he have to be so damn pretty?
He hums deeply as he starts rubbing his face and jaw all over you, across your forehead, down your neck and shoulder, scenting himself, claiming you instinctively.
One of his hands roams lower, splaying out over your ass, and he starts gently kneading it.
Your knees turn to jelly at the heat pounding inside you. It's all him supporting your weight against the tree now.
“Am I making your legs weak, baby?” he murmurs into your neck, planting an open-mouthed kiss there that sends butterflies soaring through your stomach, down into your groin and legs, making your tail curl around the back of his leg.
He bears his fangs and bites just beneath your ear, making you hiss and swat at his cheek. “Ow! Fucking skxwang.”
“Mm yeah, abuse me,” he growls, his ears flat to his head as he grips your ass tighter, pinning you harder against the tree. “It turns me on.”
Your eyes fly open and your breath hitches at the sheer audacity.
He smiles against you, and you feel how hard he is, his cock pressing on your stomach through his loincloth.
He parts your legs with his thigh, pushing it deep against your pussy, holding you up with it, and warm pleasure pulses from your centre all the way down your legs. “Oh, fuck, Jake,” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Calling me by my name now?” he teases, tilting his head against your neck as he continues to push his thigh into you, letting you grind yourself against it. "Not skxawng when I do this to you, huh?"
You try to retaliate, to grumble and tell him that he is, but it just comes out as a broken mewl as another wave of pleasure courses through you.
“Fuck, keep talking to me idiot,” is all you can manage through a groan, pulling his bottom lip down with your teeth as you hold his face in your hands and continue to grind on him.
His tail flicks at the permission.
“Yeah? I know how bad you’ve wanted this, babygirl. Think I can’t smell your body’s reaction to me?” he chuckles. “Smells so sweet. Tryna’ act like you can’t stand me when all you want is to come on me.”
“Mmm-uh!” You erupt into a gasp as a shiver drips through you. You continue grinding, soaking his thigh with what’s seeping through your loincloth, the slick gliding up and down your clit so deliciously as he lets you use him.
“So wet for me, aren’tcha? Bet it tastes so good,” he murmurs through another kiss, tongue and canines swiping over your swollen lips. “Can’t wait to drown between those thighs someday.”
“Jake!” you cry, your head full of nothing but him. His dirty words and your building ecstasy.
“That’s right angel, keep riding it til’ you come,” he hums, his hands supporting your rolling hips the way you need him to.
He gazes down at where your pussy is rubbing on his thigh, and groans, the low sound sending another jolt of pleasure through you.
“Girl, you’re doing damage to me,” he whimpers as his hips stutter at the friction of his cock against your moving body. “Gonna make me lose it like that, babygirl.”
Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you slam your head back against the rough bark, moaning his name.
You don’t know how much longer you can take it.
Your toes curl tightly as it throbs in your low gut, and you realise he’s bouncing his thigh fast against you now, fucking you with it. It’s enough to tip you over the edge, and you feel the first wave start crashing through you.
“Jake! I’m…I'm!-”
He holds his breath as he watches you clench your eyes shut, watching eagerly with his ears pricked forward, fascinated by your pleasure.
He rolls your hips against him for you as your body struggles to carry on.
Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you writhe between him and the bark, riding the hot bursts of pleasure, your slick now running down his leg. Your voice finally comes through as broken moans and whimpers.
Jake groans deeply at the feeling of your body convulsing against him, his cock twitching impatiently. “Fuck, babygirl. That felt good, huh?”
He buries his face into your neck as he starts grinding his hips fast and desperately against you, his cock rubbing up right on the fold where your thigh meets your groin.
He starts panting, his hands gripping tighter on your hips.
“Cum for me, skxawng,” you mumble breathlessly.
Your words send him over immediately, and his thrusts falter as you feel his cock start to pump ropes of hot cum against you, soaking through his loincloth in waves and dripping down your leg in streams.
A loud sound rips from him, and you clamp your hand over his mouth.
“Shut up!” you hiss as he finishes thrusting against you sloppily, his body becoming slack.
He leans down with half shut, hazy eyes, planting a limp kiss on your lips as you both come back to consciousness.
You wrap your hands into his hair and pull back, tilting his head back, making him gasp softly. “You’re going to have to stop calling me babygirl. You make me lose my mind.”
“Keep calling me skxawng, you know I love it,” he grins lazily.
“This doesn’t mean anything, skxawng,” you breath, eyes lidded and heavy. “I still hate you. But next time, we’re doing this without clothing.”
