#sarentu!reader

[chromemolars]

Hi could I maybe request a solek x sarentu or avatar body story. Kinda enemies to lovers would be so nice

i’m not sure if this fits the prompt..

so’lek x sarentu!reader

The rain in the Upper Plains didn't fall; it attacked. It lashed against your skin, cold and relentless, turning the vibrant grasslands into a blurred smear of grey and indigo. You stood at the edge of the Resistance camp, the mud churning between your toes, staring at the mission board with a hollow ache in your chest.

Another solo scout. Another high-risk sabotage. Another day where you were expected to be a ghost.

Since you had been pulled from the metal coffin of TAP, this had been your life. You were Sarentu—a weaver of stories, a diplomat, a bridge between clans. Yet, Solek, the man who had knelt before you on the day of your awakening and promised to lead you home, had turned you into a weapon and then forgotten you.

You remembered the Aranahe weavers' circle; you had sat there with your hands trembling, trying to find the rhythm of the loom while the other Na'vi whispered about the "lost child." You had looked back at the treeline a thousand times, expecting to see Solek's tall, familiar silhouette coming to guide you. He never came. You remembered the night you sat by a lonely fire after destroying an RDA relay, your side gashed open by shrapnel. You had stitched your own skin with shaking fingers, whispering a Sarentu lullaby you weren't even sure you were remembering correctly, just to hear a friendly voice—even if it was your own.

You had been orphaned twice: once by the RDA, and once by the silence of the only man who was supposed to understand your soul.

"You’re sending me back out?" your voice cracked through the thunder. Your ears pinned back flat against your skull.

Solek stood by the equipment crates, his back a wall of dark, scarred muscle. He was sharpening a bone knife, the rhythmic shink-shink of the stone the only answer.

"The harvester is a priority," he said, his voice like grinding stones. "You are the most capable tracker we have for the Clouded Forest. Go."

"I am Sarentu!" you screamed, the frustration finally snapping. You marched up to him, grabbing his shoulder to force him to look at you. You bared your teeth at him, a sharp, jagged snarl of pure fury. "You promised me, Solek! You knelt in the dust and swore you would help me find my heart! But I have crawled through the mud of every tribe in this frontier alone! I have faced the metal demons while you hid in the shadows!"

Solek spun around, his own teeth baring in a defensive, primal snarl as he loomed over you. The raw power of a Shadow-Warden radiated off him, cold and terrifying.

"And you are still alive, are you not?" he roared back, his tail stood tall and stiff as his his finger pointed at you. “You have learned to hunt. You have learned to kill. That is the only song that matters in a world that wants us dead! I will not apologize for making sure you can survive!"

"Is that all I am to you? A weapon?" You stepped into his space, your teeth still flashed in anger as you yelled up at him. "You treat me like a liability you're trying to get rid of! Every time you send me out there, I think, ‘Today is the day Solek finally gets his wish. Today I die so he doesn't have to be reminded of the clan he failed!’"

The knife in Solek's hand dropped into the mud with a wet thud. His expression didn't just break; it disintegrated. The mask of the stoic warrior fell away, revealing a hollowed-out grief that made your breath catch.

"Is that what you think?" he bellowed, his hands flying out to grip your shoulders. His grip was frantic, desperate. "You think I want you dead? You think I send you away because I hate you?" his voice was cracking, his head tilting and his ears pinning back with a face of devastation and pain.

"What else am I supposed to think?" you sobbed, your snarl breaking into a pained grimace as the tears finally came. "You won't even say my name! You won't look at me!"

"Because looking at you is like walking into the fire!" Solek screamed, his ears flattening further as he leaned down until your noses nearly touched. "I promised to walk the path with you, yes. But every time I stand near you, I hear the screams of our people again. I see the face of everyone the RDA turned to ash. And then I look at you... and I realize that if they take you too, there will be nothing left of these frontiers but a grave."

He shook you once, gently but desperately. "I sent you away because I am a coward! I thought if I made you a warrior who didn't need me, I could protect my heart from the loss. I thought if I stayed a shadow, the pain wouldn't find me."

His voice dropped to a ragged, broken whisper. "I followed you," he admitted, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the smell of rain and old leather clinging to him. "At the Aranahe... I was in the canopy. I watched you weave your first beads. At the Zeswa... I was there, keeping the predators at bay while you slept. I have never let you be alone, even when I made you believe you were a ghost. I have been with you every step."

You froze, the anger leaving you in a sudden, dizzying rush, replaced by a staggering sense of being seen. "You... you were there? The whole time?"

"Always," he rasped, his touch finally softening as his thumb traced the line of your jaw, catching a tear. "I watched you learn the songs alone and it broke me into a thousand pieces. I hate that I love you this much. I hate that you are the only thing that makes me want to live for a tomorrow that might never come. I gave you a shadow when you needed a someone by your side..."

He let out a jagged breath, closing his eyes. "I have failed you. But please... do not say I want you gone. You are the only song I have left to protect."

[softsnarl]

ZOLA’U NÌPRRTE’, MA ‘EYLANAY

𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 .ᐟ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫–𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 .ᐟ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :)

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[ruya4four]

shared sanctuary ᨒ so'lek x sarentu!reader

ᨒ content warnings: all lowercase intended, soft so'lek, past trauma, body scarring, physical intimacy, emotional vulnerability, body exploration

ᨒ word count: 1.5k

ᨒ author's note: based on this request! also, let me guys know if this oneshot is reminiscent of my old writings, and not my newer drabbles! i've been taking in some feedback from u guys :^)

kinglor forest breathed in rhythmic pulses, casting a soft, cyan glow that clung to the mossy floor of your shared shelter. outside, the night was alive with the distant, haunting calls of sturmbeast and the rustle of leaves that sounded like the ocean’s sigh. inside, the world narrowed to the space between you and so’lek. he sat cross-legged upon a woven mat, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, the scent of crushed herbs and woodsmoke clinging to his skin like a second shadow.

silence had always been your shared language—a heavy, protective cloak you both wore to shield the jagged edges of what the sky people had left behind. you watched the way the light caught the ridge of his shoulders, the muscles there tight, even in this moment of supposed rest. he was a man carved from the very rock of the mountains, unyielding and cold to the touch until one learned how to find the hidden heat beneath the surface. you moved closer, the soft rustle of your movements causing his ear to twitch, though he did not turn his head.

a single hand reached out, fingers hovering just inches from the broad expanse of his back. there, a long, jagged line interrupted the smooth, blue symmetry of his skin—a relic of a hunt gone wrong, or perhaps a reminder of the horrors that had claimed his past. your touch, when it finally landed, was as light as a syulì'ang’s (flutterflower’s) wing. so’lek’s entire frame jolted, a sharp intake of breath hitching in his throat as his lengthy tail lashed once against the floor.

"nga fyep (you touch)," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rumble through the ground itself. he didn't pull away. instead, he remained perfectly still, his head bowing slightly as if yielding to the contact.

"it is a history," you whispered, your thumb tracing the raised edge of the scar. the texture was different from the rest of him—tougher, a testament to the body’s desperate need to knit itself back together. "i wanted to see where you have been."

so’lek turned slowly, his golden eyes searching yours with an intensity that made the air feel thin. the usual mask of the stoic warrior was beginning to fray at the edges, revealing a raw, bewildered vulnerability that he rarely allowed to see the sun. he reached out, his large, calloused hand cupping your jaw, his thumb dragging across the faint mark near your temple—a souvenir from the cold, sterile halls of the tap facility.

"and i have wanted to know the map of your grief," he confessed, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "we are both broken things, sarentu. we have spent so long being numb, pretending the ice in our veins is a virtue."

his fingers trailed down to the collar of your tunic, hesitant, waiting for the slight nod you gave him. with a gentleness that defied his massive strength, he moved the fabric aside to reveal the scars that littered your shoulders and chest—some neat and surgical, others crumbling and cruel. each one was a memory of a time you were treated as a specimen rather than a living soul. as his gaze raked over them, his expression shifted from curiosity to a deep, resonant ache.

he didn't look away. so’lek leaned forward until his forehead pressed against yours, his breath puffing, warm and steady against your lips. "they tried to rewrite you," he said, the words heavy with a shared understanding. "but you are still here. the stone did not shatter."

his hand moved to your palm, tracing the lines there before moving up your arm. he found a small, circular scar on your forearm and pressed a lingering kiss to it. the sensation was an electric jolt, a sudden thaw in the permafrost that had settled over your heart for years. you let out a shuddering exhale, your eyes closing as you leaned into him, the physical proximity suddenly overwhelming and vital.

"sometimes i feel as though i am only made of these marks," you admitted, your voice trembling. "as if the person i was before is buried too deep to find."

so’lek pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his own shimmering with a fierce, protective light. "then we will find them together. or we will build someone new from the pieces that remain."

he shifted, pulling his tunic over his head to fully expose the geography of his own survival. his chest was a tapestry of violence and endurance. there were bullet grazes that looked like silver tears and deep gouges that spoke of desperate reaches for freedom. you reached out with both hands, mapping the contours of his ribs, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart beneath your palms.

"does it hurt?" you asked, your fingers lingering on a particularly deep mark near his hip.

"not anymore," he replied, though the way his features pinched suggested the memory of the pain was still vivid. "the body forgets the sting, eventually. it is the spirit that lingers on the blade."

he took your hands in his, guiding them to a scar right over his heart—a jagged line of white tissue. "this one," he said, his voice cracking. "this is from the day the mountains turned to ash. i thought i had died with them. for a long time, i lived as a ghost, haunting my own skin."

you felt a tear slip down your cheek, the salt of it stinging as it hit the air. you hadn't realized you were crying until so’lek caught the drop with his thumb, his gaze softening into a look of such profound affection that it felt like a physical. for so, so, long you had both been closed off, two fortresses standing guard over empty halls. but here, in the quiet, the gates were finally creaking open.

the intimacy wasn't in the lack of clothing, but in the lack of metaphorical armor. you were showing him the parts of you that were ugly, the parts that were ruined, and he was meeting them with worship. you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—rain, leather, and the unique, sweet musk of a hunter at rest. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap until you were a tangle of limbs and shared warmth.

"ma tskxe syulang (my stone flower)," he murmured into your hair, his grip tightening as if he feared you might dissolve into the mist. "you are not your scars. you are the strength it took to earn them."

you pulled back to look at him, your hands framing his face. the lines around his eyes seemed less deep now, the tension in his jaw finally beginning to dissolve. you traced the curve of his ear, the way it flickered at your touch, and felt a surge of love pounding loudly in your chest. it was a resonance, a recognition of one soul finally finding its mirror.

"i want to see all of you," you whispered. "not just the warrior. i want the man who stays in the morning. i want the man who carries me when i am too tired to walk."

so’lek let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-scoff, pulling you back against him. "then you shall have him. though i suspect he is a very stubborn man."

the night stretched on, the pandoran bioluminescence outside fading as the first hints of dawn began to bleed into the sky. you remained there, locked in that still embrace, the numbness of the past finally being replaced by the steady, pulsing heat of a future you were no longer afraid to touch. you had spent so long being a survivor; here, in the arms of the man who knew your scars by heart, you were finally allowed to be a person.

"oe ngati kameie (i see you), so'lek," you said softly, using the formal greeting that carried the weight of a vow.

he pressed his lips to your forehead, his tail curling around your ankle in a silent, possessive gesture of comfort. "and i see you, ma yawntu (my beloved).”

the morning light was a pale, honeyed amber when it finally broke through the canopy, spilling across the floor of the lean-to. you stirred, feeling the familiar weight of so’lek’s arm across your middle, his breath a rhythmic pant against the back of your neck. the world outside was waking up—the forest was beginning its daily chorus of trills and whistles—but here, in this moment, the silence was a sanctuary.

you turned in his arms, watching the way the light danced across the scars you had mapped the night before. they didn't look like wounds anymore, they looked like gold-seamed cracks in a vessel, making the whole of him more precious for having been broken. so’lek’s eyes fluttered open, the pupils dilating as he found your face.

"you are still here," he noted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

"i told you," you replied, a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips. "i am not ready to leave this."

he huffed, a sound of reluctant contentment, and pulled you closer until there was no space left between you.

so'lek... i love u dearly but i'm afraid my writing did not do u justice in this

[lewlewlemon-44]

relearning Pandora~ pt.4 🌘

Neteyam x sarentu!reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: after you and Neteyam share your first kiss, things escalate and you both make choices that you can’t take back.

Tags: smut, softdom!neteyam, Neteyam is an eater, reader has a thing for being praised?, nipple play, no actual sex (yet). Oral (f receiving)

A/n: okay so I waited a few chapters to do some smut to build up the story? Idk if it worked but anyway, I hope this one doesn’t flop!! There’s one more planned chapter after this! (I hope you guys have noticed how I’ve done more of the moon phase for each chapter)🤍

You both gaze into each others eyes as you take in a deep breath, a newfound hunger between you.

The tension in the air has eased now, and has been replaced with something more intimate.

Neteyam leans forward, his eyes on your lips once again. And this time, you’re the one who completes it and kisses him.

The kiss is different now, before it was gentle and testing the boundaries.

But this time it’s passionate, his tongue hungrily parts your lips and your hand moves up to tangle in his dark braids. He pulls you impossibly closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

It causes a warm stirring in your lower stomach and you can feel it begin to dampen your loincloth.

Neteyam breaks the kiss once again to quickly murmur some words against your mouth , telling you to lean your head back.

You eagerly oblige and his lips travel down your jaw and to your neck, he then suddenly nips at the skin and you let out a quiet gasp.

That causes him to smirk and his hand slowly slides up your back until he meets the ties of your top.

He presses a soft kiss to the spot he just bit, before asking you for permission,

“Can I?”

You nod immediately, “yes.. yes of course.”

Next thing you know, your woven shirt is on the floor and Neteyam is placing long kisses on your breasts.

He then latches onto your nipple and swirls his tongue around the hard peak, while also giving the same attention to your other breast with his hand.

Neteyam’s hips suddenly buck up and it causes a certain friction in between your legs. You let out a breathy moan and he removes his head from stimulating your chest.

He smirks as he watches the expression on your face.

“You alright there, paskalin?” a teasing tone underlines his words and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Hurry up, you teasing skxawng” you do an experimental roll of you hips and you see him shiver in anticipation.

He listens to your words and suddenly slips you onto your back. You lie against the soft, woven quilts as he moves down so his face is level with your abdomen.

You take in a deep breath as he kisses down your skin until his meets with the edge of your tweng.

Before he even has the chance to ask, you’re nodding and saying,

“Just do it.. I want this ‘Teyam.”

And, Eywa, you don’t have to tell him twice. He quickly unties the strings and slides the fabric down your legs and onto the space next to you both.

He nose twitches as the wonderful scent of your arousal fills the air, you briefly look down as he gazes at you in amazement.

You know that this definitely wasn’t his first rodeo, but he seems so entranced by you.

He manoeuvres one of your legs to rest over his shoulder as he lowers his head. He takes in a breath that makes you writhe anticipation.

One of your hands moves down to the back of his head and for now, just stays there with no need to pull or tug on his hair, yet.

Then suddenly he uses two fingers to part your lips, and takes a hungry lick down your slit. You let out an involuntary high pitched moan that has him smirking in pride of himself.

His breath is hot against your most sensitive areas, it has your thighs already tightening around his head.

Neteyam takes his time building up the tension in your body before finally paying some attention to your clit. He begins to lick countless circles around it before gently teasing your entrance with one of his thick fingers.

But he doesn’t fully enter you yet, he continues to stay there devouring at your clit— even daring to spell out the letters of his own name.

You however, can’t seem to shut up. You’ve never felt pleasure like this in your life, and are a squirming, moaning mess.

You would by no means be surprised if the people outside of your kelku could hear you, but none of you really care all that much. Neteyam’s entire being is focussed on you and your pleasure right now.

When he’s finally deemed you ready, he pushes his middle finger past your entrance. You hips buck up into his face as a response, and he lets out a low groan of satisfaction.

He quickly pushes the second finger in too and can feel the tightness of your walls already, and it has something stirring within his tweng.

You’re now fully grabbing his hair and pushing his head further down, and Neteyam thrives off it.

He continues to suck on your clit and his fingers find the sweet spot that gets you squirming.

A quiet chuckle leaves his lips and the vibrations make you even more desperate,

“Please.. ‘Teyam- I’m about to..” you start, and it makes him go even harder.

He scissors his fingers inside you and then suddenly removes them. You hate the feeling of the sudden emptiness- and a whine leaves your lips.

Before you can verbally complain, his tongue is already there as a replacement.

He begins to fuck you with his tongue, and wow, it’s the most amazing sensation you’ve felt. He also uses his thumb to make sure your clit doesn’t go unnoticed now.

After that, you can feel the tension winding up quicker. The coil impossibly tightens and you feel right on the edge of ecstasy.

Neteyam notices this, and stays at the exact same pace.

You suddenly let out a loud mix of a gasp and a moan as you topple over that edge.

The orgasm hits hard, and you feel on top of the world. And Neteyam doesn’t slow down either, he rides you through the immense waves of pleasure and keeps you steady.

When you’ve calmed down from the high, Neteyam leaves your pussy and moves up to look you in the eyes.

His lips and chin are soaked with your wetness as a result of the orgasm, that he gave you.

You’re still breathing very heavily and trying to catch up with reality, and a sly smirk appears on his face.

“You alright, yawne?” He whispers to you as he hand moves to gently run up and down your waist, and then massage your chest sensually.

You can’t find the words to respond, so you just nod. Suddenly you feel exhausted, like the level of pleasure he brought to you also drained your entire energy.

He gently moves you so your head is resting on his bare chest, and eventually the tiredness takes over, and your eyes flutter shut.

You are lulled to sleep, knowing that things between you two will forever remain different.

In the best way possible.

[mj2606k]

Day 7 : Roleplay

Avatar: Mating Season

Pairing: Fem!Sarentu!Reader x Eetu

Warnings: sexual roleplaying, elements of dub-con, sheltered!reader, tsaheylu, Na’vi heat cycle, breeding kink, fingering

Summary: Eetu and his mate decide to spice things up a bit in the bedroom, specifically by taking the days of her heat to act out the days after Y/N escaped TAP as if Eetu had found her before So’lek.

A/N: With the same logic as Jake’s hearing Na’vi as English in ATWOW, they’re speaking completely in Na’vi in this mc I just don’t have the ability to properly translate everything they’re saying due to my limited resources. Some Na’vi words will still be said in Na’vi, same as in ATWOW, but generally pretend it’s all in Na’vi 😅

Taglist: @daydreamer246 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

It doesn’t take much for Y/N to get back into the headspace she hadn’t been in for nearly three years now, not when she’s wearing her old TAP uniform and she’s running through the forest near the now abandoned building. She had no forms of protection other than the knife Eetu had gifted her, which she had strapped to her ankle beneath her boots.

When she had originally proposed the idea to her mate days ago, he was hesitant to leave her out in the open, especially with it being the beginning of her heat, though once she agreed to bring her knife Eetu agreed, although he was still a bit nervous about it. However, Eetu also knew his mate could handle herself, after all she was trained by Eetu himself, and Y/N knew he would be a lot less worried about her once he caught her.

Speak of the devil, Y/N hears Zumey screech not far behind her and she can’t suppress the small giddy smile that pops up on her face as she catches the faint hint of her mate’s scent. She runs for a bit longer before diving around a large tree and pressing herself hard against the bark, sucking in a breath and going stock-still as she hears Zumey circle overhead once, twice, before landing a bit of a ways away. Y/N waits until she hears Eetu hop off the ikran before she breaks into a sprint, heading towards a cave they had chosen beforehand when they were planning this whole thing.

Eetu had gone back to the cave last night to do a double-check that it was abandoned and relatively clean, as well as a comfortable size and not cold, taking some dry wood and bark to the back of the cave in preparation for their plans. Now, Y/N nears the cave and quickly removes her boots, tossing them nearby but not directly at the cave entrance before near-silently running into the cave and heading to the back.

She could already feel her heat beginning, her body heating up quickly and her thighs becoming slick with her heat-induced arousal, only made worse by the adrenaline and the knowledge that her mate was nearby. Y/N stumbled over to the pile of cloths and blankets that she had had Eetu drop off this morning while she was out running, climbing into the pile and quickly making a nest, panting quietly from her heat and from the exhaustion of running like that for that long. She coos quietly once the nest is how she likes it before reaching over and grabbing one of the flasks of water, downing half of it before closing it back up and relaxing into the nest.

It doesn’t take long for Eetu to find her; he had been tracking her scent since Zumey landed, and now that his mate was in an enclosed space her scent was even more evident, drawing him in like a predator hunting for his next meal. Once he reaches the cave he takes a deep breath to try and clear his mind, letting himself get into his role for their little game. He draws his bow and knocks an arrow but keeps it aimed at the ground, slowly walking into the cave.

Eetu goes slowly so his eyes can adjust properly to the low light, and he has to hold back a smile when he hears his mate whimpering quietly, no doubt she can smell him as he nears the back pocket of the cave. He rounds the corner at the end of the cave tunnel and smirks slightly as he sees Y/N laid on her stomach in her nest, her pants kicked off out the one side of the nest as she clumsily fucks herself with two fingers, whimpering into one of the blankets that she had bunched up beneath her head.

“Oh, look at you.. pretty little thing, just begging someone to help, yeah?” He murmurs quietly, unknocking his arrow and putting his bow across his shoulders where it usually rests on a hunt. Eetu slowly steps closer to the nest, dropping down to a crouch as he gets within sight of his mate. She whines pitifully at the sight of him and he chuckles as he sees her begin to fuck herself faster with her fingers, encouraged simply by his eyes on her.

Eetu sets his bow, quiver, and knife down outside the nest, also taking off his cummerbund and setting it down before climbing into the nest, cooing as Y/N lets out a quiet growl. He knows she was just playing her role, proud of her for being able to stick to the game even in the midst of her heat. He chuckles quietly and gently smooths his hands down her back, shushing her softly. “Now now, no need to get fiesty, Syulang, just gonna help you.” Eetu murmurs, biting his lip slightly as he watches her continue to fuck herself on her fingers, her slick soaking her thighs.

Eetu watches for a few long minutes before he hears Y/N let out a whimper that sounds like she’s ready to burst into tears, and he hurriedly undoes his loincloth, tossing it aside. He reaches forward under Y/N’s bunched up t-shirt, undoing the crappy RDA-issued bra and tossing it across the room, rubbing her back again and cooing softly. “Gonna let me stuff that pretty cunt, Syulang? Promise it’ll feel so much better than your little fingers, pretty girl.”

Y/N hurriedly pulls her fingers out of her cunt and lays down face down ass up, purring loudly as Eetu leans down over her and presses soft kisses and bites to her shoulders and the back of her neck, lifting herself slightly so he can take her shirt off for her. Once she’s completely bare she fully relaxes, cooing affectionately as Eetu nuzzles against her upper back in an attempt to calm her hormones down a bit, trying to ground her before she started getting too needy.

Eetu gently turns her head and kisses her deeply, reaching down and pressing his thick cockhead against her weeping cunt, groaning quietly as she squeezes him impossibly tight. “F-fuck, Syulang, gotta relax f’me, please.. there we go, good girl, such a good girl.” He murmurs, slowly inching his cock deeper and deeper into her until he bottoms out and she goes almost completely limp below him, already looking fucked out when he looks down at her, sitting up on his knees and rubbing her back gently, only giving small thrusts until she fully relaxes and settles into the feeling of him filling her up.

Eventually she starts fucking back against him and Eetu chuckles as he begins rolling his hips against hers, groaning quietly as she lets out needy whimpers and moans, her cunt gushing around him as he fucks against her g-spot. “So wet baby, really needed me, hm?” He whispers, mostly to himself but she whines out a “mhm” in response anyway, making him smile softly. Within a few minutes of fucking her, Eetu can feel himself nearing his climax and his thrusts pick up pace, losing his rhythm and getting a bit sloppy when Y/N clamps down around him and cums, not able to warn him as she mumbles incoherently beneath him.

“Fuck, f-fuck baby, gonna make me cum, ‘m so close.. that what you want, hm? Want me to give you a baby, make you a mama?” Eetu leans down on top of her, still fucking her deeply as he speaks quietly directly in her ear. She keens loudly and uses the rest of her strength to fuck herself back onto his cock harder, whimpering softly as she mumbles loudly, half of it incoherent. “P-please, wan’ a baby, please!”

Eetu groans quietly as he presses his forehead against her shoulder, panting quietly as he picks up his pace, his hips stuttering before he presses in as deep as he can and cums, Y/N whimpering as he paints her walls white. They both slowly calm down, Eetu nearly collapsing on top of his mate but he catches majority of his weight on his arms on either side of her. He leans his head down and gently kisses her temple and cheek, kissing her softly when she turns her head towards him. Eetu’s murmuring soft praises, not yet pulling out since he knows she’d throw a fit if he did after telling her he’d give her a baby. “Did so well Syulang, took me so well.. gonna be such a good mama, baby.” She coos quietly and smiles sleepily up at him, maneuvering herself to lay on her back so they can cuddle properly, his cock still nestled inside her warmth as they fall asleep, Zumey keeping watch outside the cave for the night.

[lewlewlemon-44]

relearning Pandora~ pt.5🌑

Neteyam x sarentu!reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: a few weeks after yours and Neteyam’s first sexual experience, it’s Valentine’s Day. And you show Neteyam what that means in the best way possible.

Tags: soft smut, sub(ish) Neteyam, riding, cockwarming at the end ig, tsaheylu AHH, also fluff

A/n: although im not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day (i js personally don’t understand why there’s one day of the year dedicated to loving your partner- that should be happening everyday imo🌝) I love the idea of reader being able to teach Neteyam what it means, since she grew up in TAP she obvs knows. Anyway this is also gonna be cute and fluffy🤍

You didn’t even know that it was valentine’s day until you overheard some of the human scientists speaking about it,

It sparks some memories from TAP, you and your Sarentu siblings were taught briefly about it. The day of love is what it’s known as, it sounds nice. At least if you have somebody to love.

You had never had that pleasure, until now.

Yes, that’s right. You love Neteyam, after grappling with unknown feelings these last months, you’ve finally been able to label it all with one word.

He doesn’t know, and you weren’t planning on telling him at all. Especially not when you feel like he’s giving mixed signals.

And he also has the reputation of being the most flirty boy in the clan.

But then you began to doubt your choice of not telling him. Especially on valentines day, it’s the most perfect time to do it.

And the atmosphere between the both of you has shifted ever since what happened last week, where you both experimented sexually for the first time..

You find Neteyam sat lazily against a tree stump, eating some sort of brightly coloured fruit.

The way his lips curl around it as juices drip down his chin somehow catches your attention, and as you watch for just a moment- his eyes dart up to see you.

“Well hello sarentu..” his tone is teasing, and a sly smirk appears on his face at the fact that he caught you.

You’re snapped out of your trance and immediately straighten up, a light blush creeps onto your cheeks as embarrassment sets in.

“Uh- hi?” You try to play it off as if you weren’t just completely entranced at the fact that Neteyam was eating some basic fruit.

He rolls his eyes and a low laugh leaves him,

“I know you were staring yawne, if you wanted some so badly you could’ve just asked”

Your eyes widen as his bluntness,

“I didn’t realise I was being that obvious” you smile sheepishly before taking a step closer.

He eyes trail over you in a way that makes you shiver, and you decide to take a seat next to him. Close, but not close enough for your thighs to be touching.

Before you can even ask, he places one of the fruits in your hand like he read your mind.

You take a careful bite while quickly glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you too it.

“You are finding this awkward, correct? After what happened..” he trails off, seeing no need to explain since you were obviously there.

A breathy laugh escapes you and you automatically shake your head,

“Well, I mean yeah I guess? It’s just been..” you shrugs, “I don’t know, weird..”

He listens intently, looking at your expression to gauge whether you regret it or not.

“I hope you do not regret it-“

Neteyam gets cut off by you,

“No, Eywa, no I would never regret that.” you look down to avoid eye contact, he smiles in triumph and gains some confidence back.

“Well I would hope to think it will happen again soon..” his obvious playfulness begins to ease the tension in the air.

Your eyes widen immediately and you whack his arm,

“Neteyam!” you whisper-shout, due to people hunting nearby.

He rubs his arm, pretending to be hurt, “Paskalin, I am just kidding..” he then laughs and takes another small bite of his fruit. You do the same while rolling your eyes.

“Well anyway, I came to speak to you about something.. non related to the incident” you begin, and his ears twitch in interest.

Before he can ask what exactly it is, you continue, “it’s valentines day today!” A genuine smile appears on your face.

His face, however, is pure confusion. You stifle a laugh and he notices- his eyebrows now furrowing.

“What?”

You then laugh, unable to hold it in any longer and then explain.

“It’s a day.. of love basically. I was taught about it in TAP, it’s a day on earth where partners show their love even more for each other” your voice quietness and you become shy.

His back straightens immediately and he takes a moment to process that, are you telling him that you love him?

That’s what he automatically assumes of course, and you immediately notice his freezing so you decide to just break the ice.

“Neteyam, I love you. No, in fact.. I se-“ Neteyam gently places his hand on your cheek and kisses you.

It’s slow, steady and testing the limits.

But then he pulls away, resting his forehead right against yours.

He murmurs against your lips, “don’t say that.. not yet.. not here”

Light giggles fill the air as Neteyam leads you somewhere, he hasn’t told you yet and it has you interested.

“.. ‘teyam where are you taking me?” You exclaim excitedly while practically being dragged along through the dense forest of the Omatikaya.

“Shh.. yawne we are almost there-“

He then suddenly pushes past a large set of vines, and you’re met with a sight that makes you freeze.

The tree of souls.

When Neteyam realises you’re no longer moving, he turns to look at your expression.

“Hey, sarentu, you okay hm?” He teases gently before stepping closer to you, his arm instinctively snaking around your waist.

Your eyes are still blown wide in amazement and you stare at the beauty of it all.

“Yes.. oh Eywa yes- im more than okay” you assure him, and then take a slow step forward.

He leads you in, until you’re both stood underneath the long, iridescent tendrils of the tree.

His hand moves down to the small of your back, the spot just above where you tail extends from your body.

You look up to gaze into his eyes, you can see the mix of nervousness but excitement for what you both knew was coming.

He plants a quick gently kiss onto your forehead, and so you take that as a signal to finally touch him back and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“sarentu.. I have been waiting to say this to you.” he begins and you nod eagerly, eyes wide with hope.

“I love you, and it feels like everything seems to have happened perfectly today. Maybe this is a good thing about the demons valentines day..”

You smile as a harsh blush creeps up your neck, you look down to the ground as a huffed laugh leaves you.

“it seems it has..”

Youre once again shocked by him as his fingers approach the ties of your tweng.

“you want this, yes?” He double checks quickly, and when you immediately reply with a breathy yes and multiple nods of your head, he takes that as a single to start.

But then you place a soft hand on his chest and look up and down, staring for more than a second at the obvious tent down below.

“I want to try something..”

Neteyam lies against the soft, plushed leaves of the forest floor while you gently lift and lower your hips against his thick cock.

The hits against your cervix every bounce keep you alert and sends shocks of immense pleasure through you.

Begrudged groans exit Neteyam’s body, and he struggles to keep his hips planted to the ground.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in deeply to the skin but not yet drawing blood.

As you hit yet another mind blowing spot inside you, your back arches and your tail immediately wraps around Neteyam’s thigh.

He hums in approval and keeps his palms strictly on your hips, tightening noticeably when you arch and the angle changes.

The coil inside you in pulled taut, about to snap but just needs that small push.

And Neteyam can sense that.

Ever so carefully, his hand reaches around to clasp your kuru in his fingers, he runs his hand up and down the thick braid and it has you shivering.

“.. ‘Teyam— what are you doing?” the nerves begin to settle, as you both know what he’s about to do is something utterly irreversible.

And will seal both of your fates forever.

He reaches past his shoulder to grab his kuru, and brings the both of your close together. The pink, twisting tendrils reach out to each other in need.

Your bouncing slows down, coming to a complete halt when your kuru’s finally combine.

A wave of every single emotion each of you are feeling passes through the both of you.

Pleasure, pain, yearning, anger, memories.

You can see it all.

And it’s magical, it’s a feeling you’ve never ever felt before, and it’s also overwhelming.

So overwhelming that you can’t seem to hold yourself up another and fall onto Neteyam’s chest.

Neteyam’s hand automatically comes to rest against your back and rubs soothing circles. His pupils are blown wide due to the tsaheylu and yours are the exact same.

You have no words, and open your mouth to try and speak but a breathy moan exits instead. As more and more pleasure builds up, Neteyam decides to give an experimental buck of his hips.

It sets you off and the ecstasy comes washing over you, starting in your core and progressing to everywhere. Easily the best orgasm you have ever had, and you got to share it with Neteyam.

He follows shortly after, thick spurts of rope filling your inner walls in the most beautiful way, a way you would and could never forget.

Neteyam is shocked by how much pleasure you’re both experiencing. He had heard things about the bond, but never anticipated feeling this connected. And he loves it.

He wishes he could stay this close to you all of the time, but he knows that’s not the case.

As you begin to settle from your high, he strokes your cheek while looking at your blow out pupils. He moves his hand to gently push away a few stray strands of hair.

You watch him, entranced. It’s like you can feel everything that’s going through him right now.

You can’t hear it, and can’t even place a word to describe it. You can just feel him.

Your bodies are both still connected, but none of your make the effort to separate. Not while you’re like this.

And so you rest, still joined through tsaheylu, you both take this time to relish in the first experience of your now mated relationship.

[lewlewlemon-44]

relearning Pandora~ pt.3🌗

Neteyam x sarentu!reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: a few weeks have passed since the incident after shooting practice, and you and Neteyam have had a few hangouts. And you currently are, but when he subconsciously traces an old scar- it causes an unwanted reaction.

Tags: fluff/angst, comfort, talk of trauma, reader cries a lot, mention of past character death, kissing🌝

A/n: this is probs gonna take me ages to write and idek if it’s gonna be good so don’t judge if it’s not.. as always, happy reading🤍

It’s been about 3 weeks since you and Neteyam ran into the viperwolves, and it seems to have only made you both closer.

You spend a lot of your time with him now, not really doing anything in particular.

Most of the time it’s exploring the forest, and he helps you learn about the animals and the millions of animal species that there seems to be.

It’s majorly confusing, but you’re beginning to get the hang of it.

You and Neteyam are now together in his kelku, and since he’s seen as ‘mature’ within the clan- he has his own one. Which is also larger than the average due to him being in line for clan leader.

He’s lay on his sleep mat, one arm casually slung behind his head. Hes exhausted after a long day doing his duties of Eyktan (general leader/ Olo’eyktan-in-waiting).

You’re also there, your head gently lay against his muscular chest, and one of your arms wrapped around his waist.

His other arm is resting around you, his hand softly scratching up and down your back.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, and it feels nice.

His hand makes it way up to your shoulder, and when he gently continues to stroke your skin, he runs over an old raised scar.

Well Neteyam thinks it’s a scar at first, but as he traces the shape of it, he realises that it’s a purposeful brand on your skin.

You suddenly flinch when he presses down harder to try and tell what it is.

You shift uncomfortably and then suddenly sit up, your breathing quicker than before for some reason.

Neteyam’s eyebrows raise curiously as he sits up too,

“What was that on your shoulder, paskalin?”

His arm lifts and reaches to you again, but you accidentally flinch and back away.

“It was nothing Neteyam-“ but you quickly get cut off by him tutting.

“Ah now don’t lie to me, sarentu..” his words may be in a teasing tone. But there’s a softness in his eyes that betrays how he’s speaking.

Although you feel scared at the fact he noticed the scar, his words make you try to hide a small smile and you shake your head jokingly.

“It’s.. it’s just complicated okay?” Tears begrudgingly fill your eyes as memories flood back.

Neteyam’s eyebrows furrow with concern when he sees your reaction, and he realises that he’s touched a nerve slightly.

“Hey.. hey it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” He sits up and carefully puts his hand on top of yours.

You almost pull away, but find yourself secretly craving the contact. When you speak, your voice is shaky.

“I need to tell somebody.. so I think this is for the best.” You avoid his gaze, and let out a deep breath that you didn’t even realise you were holding.

The walls of the kelku suddenly seem to be getting smaller, and your chest feels tight.

Your tears eventually grow too great and begin to flow steadily down your cheeks.

Neteyam watches you carefully, his whole body filled with immense sympathy.

Before you even say it, he knows it’s about TAP by the look in your eyes.

“It’s from TAP”, you begin quietly, your fingers on the hand that Neteyam isn’t holding fiddle with the edge of the sleep mat.

“I was misbehaving one day.. I don’t even remember what about,” you let out a bitter laugh and roll your eyes.

Neteyam listens to you intently, he doesn’t want to seem uninterested- especially when you’re currently trusting him to share something possibly traumatic.

“I think it was Nor who started it..” you don’t specify who Nor is, and it makes Neteyam curious but he doesn’t ask. “And then I was called into Mercer’s office.”

You pause for a moment, focussing on your breathing before starting again.

“Everyone was terrified of Mercer’s office.. it was like the worst place to go to,” Neteyam quickly interrupts to ask a question.

“Wait.. who is this Mercer guy?”

You smirk slightly at how he doesn’t know before explaining,

“He was the main creator of TAP. He was the one who basically programmed the whole entire thing.”

He nods along with your words, he now understood so you continued.

“Anyways.. so, I got called to his office and there was about 3 guards waiting for me. With guns.” You let out a shaky breath,

“I’d hated guns ever since Ahari was murdered in front of us all-“ you stop as you realise you keep mentioning people who Neteyam doesn’t know- but he doesn’t seem to care.

“And then after mercer’s nonstop yelling, the guards began to corner me.” More years leave your eyes and your breathing begins to become unsteady.

As a result, Neteyam grabs your hand tighter to remind you that he’s there to help.

“They forced me down, like they did with all of us so it wasn’t like that big of a deal.. until I heard them take out their knife.. and that’s how I got the scar.” You ramble on, since you don’t want to want to make it seem like a big deal.

But Neteyam’s eyes are as wide as saucers, he’s shocked at the brutality you faced there. And he knew it wasn’t only you either- and that made it worse.

He doesn’t respond for a moment, and you interpret that as him not believing you.

You pull your hand away and try to standup, but you’re overwhelmed with the emotions and your vision is blurry.

You stand for a second before your knees buckle and you just fall back down and cry even harder.

Neteyam then intervenes. He crouches next to you and gently places his hand on your back.

“Hey.. hey, sarentu.. thank you for telling me that.” He says genuinely and places his hand on your chin to lift you head up so you look him in the eyes.

You’re still crying, and slightly hyperventilating now. You haven’t been able to cry as much as this in a long time, and so it’s like the floodgates haven’t just opened- they’ve broken.

He smiles gently to try and cheer you up, and he brings you into his arms. You feel too weak to even try to fight back.

You melt into his touch and your head falls into the crook of his neck.

He gently rubs your skin and his hand tangles with your hair to try and steady you.

It works.

You feel calmer already, and the tears subside enough for you to catch your breath.

When you’ve fully calmed down and stopped crying, Neteyam carefully watches your face.

When the last stray tear makes its way down your cheek, he carefully wipes it away with his thumb.

You look up at him with thankful eyes,

“Thank you Neteyam..” you say quietly, still slightly embarrassed from how vulnerable you were.

A warm smile appears on his face, his eyes quickly dart down to your lips, but he internally shakes his head and his gaze flicks back up to your eyes.

“It’s no problem, sarentu. I’m glad you felt you could share that with me.” He says truthfully.

You see him look at your lips and feel an unfamiliar warmth in your stomach.

Before you even know what’s really happening, you’re suddenly looking his lips too and both of your faces are inching forwards.

You can feel his breath on your mouth and you swallow nervously, he senses your worry- and makes the first move.

His lips meet your in a gentle kiss at first, and when you begin to kiss him back, he grows braver.

His hand rests on your waist and coaxes you to sit on his lap.

You eagerly oblige, and your thighs rest on each side of his. You’ve now forgotten all about the crying before, and can only focus on how comfortable you feel in Neteyam’s arms.

He eventually breaks the kiss so you can both catch your breath, a string of saliva keeping you both together.

You knew now that everything between you two would be immensely different. But you didn’t regret it one bit.

[lewlewlemon-44]

First of all go read the newest chapter of relearning Pandora (smut) DO NOT LET IT FLOP🤍

Now, I want to write a Bucky Barnes fic, what era should I do?🌝

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )?

cacw

tfatws

40s Bucky

Thunderbolts

Winter soldier (will be dark/angsty)

Voting ended onFeb 2