I just wanted to say your Wukula’s fic is awesome! I’ve been craving for more of Wukula content!
If it’s okay, what about Wukula with a Mangkwan reader, who’s a raider?
Thank you so much! And thank you for your request 🩶 Now... oh, boy... Wukula with a fellow Mangkwan raider as a mate? Unstoppable and absolutely unhinged:)
The Aranahe camp burns bright against the night, woven bridges snapping like breaking bones, Kinglor moths scattering in panicked spirals as Mangkwan warriors tear through everything.
You move like a blade through silk—fast, vicious, laughing manically as you cut down anyone foolish enough to stand between you and the spoils. Blood streaks your arms, your face, your thighs. It tastes like victory on your tongue when you lick it from the blade of your dagger.
Wukula is everywhere at once; roaring commands, breaking, and claiming. He snaps an Aranahe’s neck with one hand while his eyes find you across the flames. The look he gives you is feral, starving, and equal measures proud. You bare your teeth in answer, blood-smeared grin wide, and the heat between your legs flares hotter than any lava could.
The moment the last resistance crumbles, the raiding party erupts into celebration—drums pounding, stolen sap being passed in carved skull and bones, fellow clan already tangling in the shadows.
However, neither you nor Wukula join them.
Instead, you find each other at the edge of the burning camp, where the forest still fights the burning embers of defeat, and both of you are buzzing with the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust.
He grabs you first with a hand around your throat, and slams you back against the trunk of a half-charred tree. Your dagger clatters to the ground while his follows. No words. No need.
You snarl before his mouth crashes into yours—teeth clashing, tongues warring, tasting copper and smoke. You bite his lip hard enough to draw fresh blood. He growls in approval, shoves a thick thigh between yours, and grinds up until you’re riding the hard ridge of his muscle through your leather loincloth.
“Mine,” he snarls against your mouth, licking his blood from your teeth.
You claw at his shoulders, nails raking fresh welts over old scars. “Prove it.”
He spins you around so fast the world blurs and your face ends up pressed to rough bark, wrists pinned above your head in one massive hand. The other tears your leather skirt aside while he hisses like it personally offends him. Cool night air hits your slick, aching cunt while your back arches and your tail curls around one of his wrists; already dripping for your mate, thighs trembling from the fight and unbridled want.
Wukula doesn’t tease, never does.
Your kurus link naturally as he kicks your legs wider, strokes his throbbing cock twice before he notches himself at your entrance, and sinks into you in one thrust.
You moan at the familiar stretch—half pain, half ecstasy—as he fills you completely. Thick, ridged, stretching you to the edge of too much. Wukula doesn’t pause, doesn’t gentle. He fucks you like the raid still rages: hard, fast, merciless. Each snap of his hips drives you up onto your toes, bark scraping your cheek, perky breasts bouncing freely with every punishing stroke as he rips the strips of leather away.
You push back into him, meeting every thrust, snarling curses and pleas in the same breath. “Harder,” you hiss. “Break me.”
He answers with a murky chuckle, releases your wrists only to fist your queue, yanking your head back until your throat arches. His other hand grips your hip, fingers digging bruises you’ll wear like trophies while your tail flicks against his thigh in retaliation.
“You want broken?” he growls, pounding deeper, ridges dragging against every sensitive inch inside you. “I’ve already ruined this cunt so no other male ever satisfies you, oeyä txep. You are mine.”
And you can feel it deep in your soul through the mating bond you share; his burning devotion and possessiveness, the unrelenting hunger for you.
It’s enough to push you over and make you shatter around his cock, sudden and violent; velvety walls spasming tightly around him, saccharine slick gushing down your thighs in thin rivulets. The pleasure whites out your vision, and you scream his name into the night like a war cry.
Wukula follows seconds later—powerful hips stuttering before burying himself to the hilt as he floods you with hot, thick pulses. You feel every spurt, every twitch, the way he grinds in deep like he wants to brand you from the inside just like he has carved himself into your skin.
He stays inside you after, always ready for it to take; buff chest heaving against your back, his piercings biting into your flesh while his teeth graze your shoulder. One hand slides around to cup your still-twitching cunt, long fingers smearing your combined release across swollen folds.
“Again,” he rasps, already hardening fully once more. And you giggle hoarsely, blood and ash still heavy on your tongue. “Again,” you agree.
Behind you, the raiding party chants and drinks and fucks.
Here, under the smoke-choked stars, two mates keep celebrating by themselves, rutting like animals; obsessed, bonded and owned by each other.
hers & hers | varang x fem!mangkwan!reader x mangkwan!neytiri | 18+ mdni
this is nothing but smut uhhhh no plot
v’s notes: blame the ovulation. is this considered a crack fic idek. i think this writing block is going away :D
cw: established poly relationship, smut, lesbian sex, threesome (fff), sex toys, strap on sex, oral sex, prone bone position, mean!varang, soft dom!neytiri, sub!reader, begging, degradation, spanking, fingering, squirting
wc: 1.1k
masterlist • ao3
varang was gentle with y/n today. her cock slid in and out of y/n slowly. y/n could only lie there and moan. y/n loved when varang was this calm, this calculated. only focused on bringing her mate pleasure.
varang swore under her breath as she watches her toy covered in y/n’s juices, she rolled her eyes back and adjusted herself.
“don’t move…” y/n moans pathetically.
“i need to get more comfortable. your cunt is insatiable today.” varang grabs y/n by the hair and pulls her head back. “did you need me that bad? is that why you have been teasing me?”
“maybe,” smirks y/n. “maybe i just wanted to see what you would do.” y/n flicks her tail. it tickles varang’s neck. varang hisses and grabs it and holds it firmly in her grasp.
varang bottoms out in y/n. y/n jerks up and lets out a loud moan.
“that’s what i like to hear,” varang smiles. she places a hand on the center of y/n’s back and gently pushes her back on the warm furs underneath her.
“please varang, need more!” y/n begs, writhing underneath varang. please!” y/n does her best to move her hips to meet varang’s thrusts.
“sshh, little one, do you wish to have the whole clan know what a little whore you are?”
y/n laughs. “i think they already know, varang. no thanks to you.”
“why not me? are you going to thank neytiri? she’s too soft on you. i know what you truly like.”
“is that so? then why did you stop fucking me?” y/n asks, daring varang.
varang hisses and thrusts harshly in and out of y/n. y/n felt so full, varang’s toy rubbed every spot inside her, practically molding her to it.
“yes, just like that, varang.”
varang slaps y/n’s ass, y/n let’s out a cry.
“thought you’d gone all soft on me,” y/n comments.
“you know she would never do that.” a third voice appeared. their mate, neytiri.
“huh, there you are. have you decided to join us neytiri?” varang’s hands were harsh, her nails digging into y/n’s hips.
neytiri observed her two mates. y/n was blissed out, varang looked concentrated. neytiri noticed how y/n’s ears perked up at the sight of her. she reaches out for her.
“you’re finally back,” y/n says inbetween moans.
“i was not far gone.” says neytiri bluntly.
“but i-ah! i missed you!” replies y/n.
neytiri smiles as she kneels in front in y/n. y/n begins to kiss neytiri’s thighs, everywhere she could reach. neytiri closes her eyes and takes in her environment. the scent of sex in the air, the warm fires burning.
“aww she missed you ‘tiri. our little toy, look how good she is taking me.” varang pipes up inbetween rough breaths.
neytiri hums in agreement. she rubs her hand over y/n jaw softly. y/n turns into her touch. “yes, she is beautiful for us.”
y/n clenches around varang’s toy hearing neytiri’s words.
“tiri… may i please taste you?” y/n begs. she thought she must have looked pathetic, hair a mess, sweaty, moving back and forth on varang. “please? i need you.” y/n licks her lips.
neytiri immediately starts to undo her black loincloth. y/n gasps in excitement. neytiri leans back and spreads her legs.
y/n immediately latches onto neytiri’s clit, she let her tongue dance around it. neytiri let’s out a sigh of what seemed relief. she places a hand in y/n’s hair, jsut resting it there.
every thrust from varang pushed y/n deeper into neytiri’s wet cunt. not that neytiri was complaining, y/n was magic with her tongue and fingers.
neytiri let’s out a moan. “yes girl. like that. use your fingers.”
y/n quickly obeys. she pulls away from neytiri only to suck on her fingers.
varang stops thrusting for only a second. “gag on your fingers y/n. now.”
y/n does as she asks. she shoves her fingers back in her throat. she coughs around them.
neytiri pulls y/n fingers out of her mouth and places them in her own. she tastes her fingers and moans.
varang laughs at the scene in front of her. “look at you two…”
“you like it,” y/n retorts. her laugh is cut off by a harsh thrust.
neytiri shoves y/n’s face back into her cunt. y/n traces neytiri’s pussy with her fingertips as she teases her.
y/n… use your fingers.” neytiri commands.
y/n nods while sucking on ‘tiri’s clit and slides two fingers inside her. she could feel how tight her mate was around her, almost impossible to move.
“fuck her y/n,” varang suggests, a wicked smile on her face. “you might make me come just by watching.”
this spurs y/n on. she moans into neytiri and neytiri throws her head back. y/n speeds her fingers up, curling and twisting the way neytiri likes it.
“oh good girl!” neytiri cries out.
y/n could feel her orgasm approaching. varang was giving her no mercy. she moans into neytiri, the vibrations make her cry out in pleasure.
“keep fucking her varang! don’t stop!” neytiri grabs her hair, panting in pleasure, she was now covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“tastes good,” y/n mumbles. y/n felt her eyes roll back in her head. varang felt almost too good inside her.
“you like eating neytiri? that it little slut?” varang smacks both of y/n’s ass cheeks.
“be-ah! be gentle with her varang! you can’t break her now!”
varang positions herself over y/n her mouth right by her ear. “she likes it rough. i know she does.”
y/n nods lazily. her fingers still at work, she could taste neytiri all over her mouth and fingers. y/n pulls out her fingers harshly and begins to rub neytiri’s clit hard.
neytiri doesn’t hold back she lets herself come. she felt a great release, her body already shaking. she sobs as she squirts all over y/n’s face. y/n sticks her tongue out and lets it run all down her face, tasting some.
neytiri writhed on the ground, trying to catch her breath.
varang pumped in and out of y/n. varang couldn’t help herself, with the toy budging against her clit and the scene just before her, she came. her hips still inside y/n.
y/n throws her head back and let’s out a small laugh. “did you just come varang? liked it that much?”
“shut up y/n.” varang moans, her body calms from the pleasure, manifesting in small shakes.
the three na'vi women all catch their breath. y/n laid on top of neytiri’s stomach, kissing softly.
varang pulled out of y/n, her toy was soaked now.
“look at this mess you’ve made, y/n.”
y/n doesn’t bother to look, she already knows, but she smiles. “you love it.” she shakes her ass, tail teasing varang again. varang grabs it. “careful.”
“oh varang? please, bring me my toy over there,” neytiri asks politely. “it’s time to make our girl come.” she strokes y/n’s hair softly. “do you want that? both of us inside you?”
y/n nods excitedly. “please..”
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Can I request a somno fic with Quaritch and Mangkwan reader? TYSM
sleeping beauty | quartich x fem!mangkwan!reader | 18+ mdni
a/n: thanks for reminding me that i write for quartich nonny lol 🫶🏻 this was fun to write hope you enjoy
cw: smut, slight cnc, somnophilia, fingering, pet names, please have protected sex thank you
wc: 0.8k
masterlist • ao3
the yurt was warm. low candles danced across the walls, it was quiet when quaritch entered.
y/n’s yurt was cozy, he thought. it screamed her, bone sculptures, collections of knives, intricate drawings on stone tablets out of what looked like charcoal.
y/n had invited him to her quarters when they had arrived to bridgehead. the journey was long. y/n hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
fuck, she looks like an angel, quaritch thought. he smiles slightly at her sleeping form. she looked peaceful. he wouldn’t dare disturb her if it weren’t for his cock that was straining in his pants.
quaritch sighed and lay behind her, he drapes an arm around her waist, pulling her close. she moans.
“sshhh, stay asleep.” quaritch whispers. y/n’s top had raised in her sleep, exposing the curves of her chest. he watched from behind her chest raise up and down.
quaritch’s eyes traced her form. he knew he shouldn’t.
y/n’s sultry invite from earlier played in his head as he slipped his fingers under her cloth. fuck, she was wet already. y/n didn’t stir. quaritch’s fingers found her clit, he strokes her with soft, lazy strokes.
he rests his head by her ear, his cock was even harder if possible. “that’s it girl.” he whispers. “let me have you.”
quaritch took a breath in as he slides two fingers in her soaked cunt. his eyes flutter shut as she swallowed his fingers. this was heaven.
he pumps his fingers in and out. y/n instinctually reacts, moving her hips, though she stayed asleep.
quaritch’s cock was aching now but he somehow restrained himself. “look at this, so wet, so pretty.” his voice low.
he needed some relief. he undoes his belt and slides his pants down just enough to pull his cock out.
his cock was thick and leaking with precum. he grunts. “fuck.” he pulls his fingers out and tastes her. he savors her taste. he was now addicted.
gently he lifts y/n’s leg up, he angles himself right at her entrance and slowly pushes himself in. she was tight but… welcoming. she took all of him in one thrust. y/n’s body arches back slightly.
“sshhh, take it.” his rocks his hips gently back and forth at first. wanting to feel every inch of y/n’s walls. his eyes fluttered open and shut his moans getting caught in his throat. quaritch swears he could die happy like this.
quaritch positions y/n’s leg to lay on his hip as he reaches for her tits. he twisted and pinched lightly. “fuck!” he groans.
y/n suddenly wakes. she gasps at feeling of being full, with hands on her body. for a split second she panicked, but then she knew. it was quaritch.
“colonel?” y/n asks. the word still foreign on tongue.
quartich swallows a moan and pants. “yeah baby. it’s me. i’m sorry i just needed ya, my sleeping beauty.”
y/n moans and arches herself more, sticking her ass out. quartich grunts and grabs her hips. his hips speed up, now slapping against y/n. she doesn’t hold back her moans. she didn’t care if anyone heard her.
“that feel good babe? yeah? my big cock nice and deep inside ya?” quartich kisses behind her ear.
“you’re so deep.” she puts her hand on her stomach, able to feel him inside her.
“that’s right. it’s where i belong. this cock belongs inside you.”
y/n moans and nods, “more,” she moans.
quaritch’s orgasm was swiftly approaching. he bites y/n’s ear. she smiles and bites her lip, liking the pain.
“more quartich! more!” she gasps.
quartich pounds into her. he was so close now. he holds y/n close to him, not daring to let her go now. she was finally his.
y/n’s walls were tightening around him, she was getting wetter if possible.
it wasn’t going to take long, with how pent up he was, quaritch was going to come.
“fuck, baby, i’m gonna come. where do you want it?”
“in me, in me!” y/n begs. “please colonel.”
“shit!” he grunts as he comes. he holds onto y/n’s hips tightly as he pushes him cum deeper inside her with his cock. y/n could swear he was touching her cervix.
“so deep colonel, so good.” y/n moans. she reaches behind her and scratches lightly at his hair. he moans in her ear as he finishes spilling inside her.
they both lay there breathless, basking in each others presence. quartich kisses the back of her neck as he tries to calm his breathing down. he tasted y/n’s sweat, he licked it up.
“taste good angel. fuck you were so good for me. took me like a champ.”
y/n laughs at his words. “thank you colonel.” y/n whines as quaritch pulls himself out. he lays on his back, still breathing heavy.
y/n turns to on her other side and lays on his chest. quaritch wraps his arms around her. he runs a hand down his face.
“are you alright? quaritch?” y/n asks, gently tracing his chest.
“yeah, m’fine. you took it out of me girl.” he smacks her ass and pulls her head in for a kiss. their tongues dance and he swallows her moans. “i ain’t done with you yet. good thing you got some sleep huh?”
y/n can only laugh and nod. “good thing indeed.” she bites her lip in anticipation for the long night she had ahead of her.
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neteyam leaves without saying good morning. you panic, thinking he has left you.
a/n: needed to write this to further the neteyam and mangkwan gf agenda
cw: fear of abandonment, attachment issues, panic attack, poor reader has bad anxiety, hurt and comfort, tsaheylu
wc: 0.8k
masterlist • rules & requests
the bright sunlight danced over your closed and heavy eyelids. another morning had come.
“morning ‘teyam.” you yawn and turn in your hammock. you’re still half asleep as you moan and stretch. you begin to absentmindedly trace the hammock weaving underneath you as you pull your blanket over you, a light chill overlayed the forest this morning.
you shift, getting comfortable under the blanket, you reach out to neteyam’s side. feeling nothing your heart starts to beat fast. “neteyam?” you slur, rubbing your eyes.
looking around your home you shared with him, you don’t see neteyam. he wasn’t cleaning his bow, he wasn’t making breakfast, he wasn’t here. oh no.
“neteyam?!” you get out of your hammock and wrap the blanket around you. your breaths started to become heavy. “no… i cant do this.” you whisper to yourself. you walked around your home again, he wasn’t here. he was just…gone.
confusion racked your brain. he never left without waking you up with a kiss and saying good morning. he never left you…
maybe he was still hunting. maybe he just forgot, maybe he was with his family. many ‘maybes’ began to run through your mind.
no… no he just left.
you finally let the tears run down your face. you could feel your heart break. you cover your mouth as you try to muffle the sobs. you collapse on the floor calling out his name again. “neteyam… i’m sorry…”
“y/n?” your ears twitch. your head shoots up upon hearing your name. you look and see neteyam, bow in hand, in the doorway. “what’s wrong yawne (beloved)?”
at first you feel relief wash over you. he was here and safe. you couldn’t stop your frame from shaking as you reach for him. neteyam quickly crosses the room, throwing his bow down.
neteyam’s heart fell as he realized what was happening. “breathe y/n. breathe baby.” he kneels in front of you, shaking and sobbing. he gathers you in his arms, you immediately cling to him, burying your face in his neck.
you hold him tightly. your throat snaps as you let out a cry. neteyam gently shushes you, “i’m here.”
“you were gone when i woke up. i thought- i thought that-“
“i forgot to wake you up. oh y/n, forgive me.” neteyam kisses the top of your head as you try to calm yourself, breaths becoming labored. “i’m here now.”
your fingers that were digging into neteyam’s arms loosened. you feel yourself relax as you take in his presence, his scent, his strong arms around you. he was here now. neteyam whispered sweet nothings into your ear. how much he loved you, how strong you were, how he will never leave you.
“i’m sorry ‘teyam.”
“no yawne, it’s my fault.”
“i don’t know why i feel this way. it’s pathetic.”
neteyam pulls back and looks deep into your eyes. “don’t say that.”
“i just-i was so scared you left. i thought you weren’t coming back.” you wipe the tears off your face. they were still falling, but slower now. “i’m sorry.” you say.
neteyam runs and hand through your hair. “there’s no need to aplogize, if anyone should apologize it’s me. i know our mornings are important to you, i completely forgot. i failed. i am sorry.” neteyam places a hand on his chest.
“it’s okay neteyam. you’re here now.”
neteyam nods. “that’s right. and i’m not going anywhere. you’re my heart.”
you smile sadly at him. “and you’re mine.”
“i promise i’ll never leave you again without saying goodbye.”
you shake your head, “you don’t need to promise, i’m sorry i reacted this way-“
neteyam pushes his forehead into yours. “no apologizing for your heart, y/n. i’m here now yeah? i don’t have to go anywhere today. we can spend the whole day together. whatever you want.”
neteyam wipes the last of your tears away, he felt better knowing you were calming down, in a safer place now.
“really? no hunts or raids or-“
“no yawne. i’m all yours.” he cuts you off, not wanting you to spiral again.
you nod, breaths still short. “i’m sorry, i’m trying to calm down.”
“i know you are, it’s alright, take all the time you need. i’m here, okay? through all of it. everything.”
you nod, believing his words, letting them run over you and calm you. “thank you neteyam.”
neteyam smiles softly at you. “always baby. you come to me if you feel like this again, promise?”
“i promise.” you wrap the blanket around both of you. neteyam helps you lay down on the ground beside him. he kisses you on the forehead as you curl into him.
you hold out your kuru, eyes pleading. neteyam nods and reaches behind grabbing his. you both create the bond, and you feel him all around you. it calms you, bring you peace.
you wrap your tail around his leg as you both breathe in unison, holding each other tightly, your hearts now beating in sync. together.
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PLEASE IGNORE IF NOT YOUR THING: but a fic where you’re varang’s gf and quaritch makes you suck his gun off in front of varang. she totally would get off to it. LOTS OF DEGRADATION PLEASE
pistol whipped | quartich x fem!mangkwan!reader x varang | 18+ mdni
an: woweeeeeeee. i love your brain
cw: gun kink, (weapon kink?), poly relationship, quaritch face fucks y/n w a gun and varang thinks it’s hot. that’s it, fem masturbation, both degradation and praise, light air/breathplay, pet names (angel)
wc: 746
masterlist • ao3
“what about that one?” y/n points to the gun in quaritch’s thigh holster.
“what, this? just a regular hand gun. nothing special.”
y/n looks to varang. “nothing special he says.” she laughs.
“if it can destroy something, i find it special.” varang carefully lowers the strap of the holster, trying to sneak it out.
“you can’t play with it. it’s not just some toy!” quaritch snaps, he settles the gun back in its holder, securing it, stepping back.
“what if it was quaritch?” varang asks, her voice seductive.
quaritch sighs, he shakes his head and mutters soemthing under his breath. “you two are impossible.” he grabs the gun and holds it up slightly. “you two wanna play with it? that it?”
y/n laughs as she obeys, she sticks out her tongue and quartich gently places the gun in her mouth. his finger didn’t go near the trigger. it wasn’t loaded, but y/n nor varang didn’t need to know that.
“aw look at that. she’s drooling already varang. your little girlfriend’s quite the slut.”
varang smirks as she watches in awe of you. “yes she is… always ready for whatever i need. yes… suck it…” her voice lowers to a whisper. she puts her hands on y/n’s jaw and helps her guide her up and down the gun.
quaritch moans. y/n looks up at him, impressing him with how much she takes down. he smiles at varang’s laugh. “you like that varang?”
she nods, smiling up at the colonel. “y/n’s mouth has a great many uses. you’ve just found one.” varang shifts herself in her heels, rubbing her thighs together. varang loved seeing her woman like this: completely submissive, whether to her or someone varang shared y/n with.
“you’re getting wet sugar?” quaritch asks varang. he grabs y/n’s hair and holds her head still. he pumps the gun in and out of y/n’s mouth.
varang lets out a moan and laughs “she loves it quaritch!”
y/n tries her best to nod. trying her best to swallow everything the colonel was giving her, trying to be good for varang. everything felt so overwhelming, y/n starts to tear up. her tongue goes around everywhere she could reach, licking the muzzle, tongue fucking it. y/n felt so…dirty. she loved it.
“ssshhh don’t cry now, angel, you wanted this remember?” quaritch grinds his bulge into y/n’s face. varang kisses him over his pants. quaritch moans. “good fuckin’ girls.” his voice was low. he couldn’t hide the smirk growing in his face.
his chest swelled with pride having his two lovers under his control. but he pushes some of it down and pulls his gun out of y/n’s mouth, allowing her to breathe.
“in and out, thats it angel,” quaritch praises and gently pats y/n’s head.
varang rolls her eyes and grabs y/n by the jaw and kisses her deep. varang devours y/n’s tongue. varang pulls back. “you will take more, as much as i want. until i come.”
y/n pecks varang on the lips. “yes yawne (beloved).” varang gives an almost malicious smile.
quaritch groans as he lowers his gun to y/n’s lower jaw. “back for more angel?” y/n nods.
“please colonel.” she sticks out her tongue expectantly.
“yeah that’s it.” quaritch taps the end of his gun on y/n tongue. he shoves the barrel down y/n’s throat. y/n moans out a broken thank you. how she loved to please him.
varang leans back and starts to finger herself. the sight of y/n being slightly thrown around and quaritch’s concentration only on her, the fire in her belly grew. it made her so wet.
the sound of varang’s wet cunt hits y/n’s ears. she moans around the gun. she moves her hand to her cloth, she could sneak…
“uh uh-don’t touch. not you angel.” quartich demands. y/n sighs in defeat and resumes her sucking, she can hear varang’s laughing behind her.
quaritch curses under his breath. he mind goes blank for a second and he grabs y/n’s face. he turns her face to the side and holds it to the bulge in his pants. his eyes roll back. “can you feel me angel? feel what you fucking do to me?”
y/n looks up at him, swallowing over the gun, drooling and nods. she nuzzles into him. quaritch lets out a moan.
“oh angel… don’t you dare stop. i ain’t done with ya. varang’s still gotta come, remember?”
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“stay away from her!” neteyam’s voice boomed. the hunters were now silent. neteyam’s hunting group thought he couldn’t standing to hear the filth spewed about you. “and stop speaking her name! as if you know her!”
“we meant nothing by it,” a hunter piped up. they all looked amongst themselves. they fiddled with their bows and spears.
“make your own way back home.” he turns and he’s off without a second look, hunters called his name.
neteyam wouldn’t stand for the disrespect. he chose you, he saw past your face paint and saw your heart. he didn’t fall in love with an outcast, a failure. he fell in love with your courage to carry on with such loss. if only they saw what he did.
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being in between them, your back against jake’s chest, legs open as neytiri licks you. one hand in her hair the other behind you as you reach for jake, trembling in both of their grips.
“she making you feel good baby?” jake asks. gasping, you turn your head towards him, kissing him giving your answer. they’ve found their perfect little plaything.
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cw: character death, stabbing, blood, angst i love angst 🫶🏻
wc: 414
“mama!” neteyam screamed, his hands were warm and wet, your blood. he could feel the life slip out of you. as gently as he could he entered your yurt, which you had shared with the sully’s as a sanctuary. “help me ruxte (please)!”
varang had stabbed you in the heart. she who once offered you a home. who once considered you little tsmuke (sister).
she called you the traitor. you were not supposed to fall in love with the son of torok makto. you begged her, you didn’t mean too. you told her you hated him. then, she reminded you of who you truly were-outcast, unwanted.
neytiri and jake rush over to their son holding your body in bloody arms, tuk hiding behind her mother’s leg.
“put her down, gently.” jake says quickly. “hold her head. what happened?!”
“she flew to me on her ikran, she crashed. she said varang did it. varang did this. please i don’t want lose her! i cant!” tears were racing down neteyam’s face, he didn’t care to wipe them away. he didn’t dare move his hands from you.
the pain was insurmountable. you were surprised you were able to get to neteyam when you did. you wanted the pain to stop. you cough up some blood on neteyam’s hair, he doesn’t seem to notice.
“tuk, go get kiri. hurry little one.” neytiri says. “keep holding ‘teyam.” she quickly moves to grab anything she could to stop the blood flow.
“we gotta stop the bleeding first, neteyam.” jake says, but he knew. it was too deep. it was a precise gash to your heart. if kiri didn’t come now there was no way you’d make it.
neteyam felt your heart slow. “no, hey please! stay with me. i’m sorry i wasn’t there to protect you. i’m so sorry! oeru txoa livu. (forgive me.)” your red blood made a disgusting stain on your skin, neteyam thought.
you vision was blurry, but you still make him out.
“‘teyam!” you gasped out. you wanted him to look at you. you begin to shake your head. “i never hated you.” you flinched at your own voice. you turned and coughed up more blood. “nga yawne lu oer (i love you.)”
your heart stopped. that mischievous look in your yellow eyes was gone. neteyam screamed your name. neytri collapses and holds her son as he begs for your return.
neytiri cradles his head as jake places a hand on neteyam’s shoulder. you were gone.
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not necessary to listen to while reading but, it came on while writing this and it stuck
