#tsu'tey x reader

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 ᝰ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 5 — 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… The whole clan respects that Tsu’tey is your future mate, except for Ka’lan. When Tsu’tey notices Ka’lan eye you like prey for the hundredth time, Tsu’tey drags you into the forest and fucks you breathless, wanting Ka’lan to know you’re already claimed.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… Explicit! Mature audiences only! ᝰ porn w/ plot, fem!na’vi!reader, jealousy, territorial acts, possessiveness, rough sex, outdoor sex, implied voyerisum, p in v, fingering, backshots, kissing, choking, implied breeding kink, nipple play, marking/biting…

𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍… 3.6k words

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑… Another installment for my event is here! I’m a Tsu’tey girly so I really enjoyed writing this one, especially since this is my first time including marking in smut. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒… event m.list・main m.list・event taglist ・prompt list

You’re standing a few feet away from the training grounds, waiting for Tsu’tey to end his lesson so you can spend some quality time together.

As Tsu’tey’s watching his trainees spar with one another he can’t keep his eyes off you and Ka’lan talking by a nearby tree. He’s taken notice of how much time you’ve spent with him lately and it’s been bothering him because he doesn’t understand why both of you need to converse so much.

You and Tsu’tey aren’t mates yet but you’re towards the end of the courting stage and he feels like he’s made that very clear with the extravagant items he’s created from his bare hands and gifted to you.

Each bracelet, necklace, and piece of clothing are created as statement pieces to make sure every Na’vi knows you are to be mated soon and he feels like everyone respects that except for Ka’lan.

Tsu’tey isn’t upset with you having male friends, he’s fine with that because being Tsakarem means you have to be friendly with everyone. The reason he doesn’t like Ka’lan is because it’s clear he doesn’t just want to be your friend, he wants to come out of the friend zone and step into a romantic light and that’s what pisses Tsu’tey off.

Tsu’tey has noticed Ka’lan eyes hone in on your ass as you walk away, he’s overheard him talking to some of his friends about how he wants to bend you over and make you his, he’s even heard through whispered gossip that he’s planning to try and court you, show you that he’s better suited for you than Tsu’tey.

Oh, how the future Olo’eyktan wants to just snap the skxawngs [moron; idiot] neck for even looking your way but he knows he can’t do that, especially with so many people around to bear witness so he just bottles up his emotions and tries to focus on training the eager warriors around him.

“Focus! Straighten your posture!” Tsu’tey shouts as he walks around, fixing a few of the warrior's stances around him before his gaze wanders backover to where you and Ka’lan are. He doesn’t see anything going on between the both of you that should worry him but a few seconds later he sees Ka’lan place his hand against the tree next to him and lean over a little so he’s closer to you.

Tsu’tey can see the mixture of a smirk and smile that’s on Ka’lan’s face, how his eyes are focused on your plump lips and every few moments they stare at your breasts.

Seeing Ka’lan in your personal space plus the looks he’s giving you is enough for an anger fueled growl to erupt from Tsu’tey’s lips. This is the last straw for him and he’s going to put an end to this once and for all.

Tsu’tey quickly ends training for the day, sending all his students away before walking over and grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Ka’lan. “‘tey what are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!” You shout as he continues dragging you into a secluded area of the forest where no one would be able to intervene in your pending argument.

He doesn’t answer, just continuing to pull you away which annoys you. “Tsu’tey, answer me!” You pull away from him which forces your arm to release from his hold and Tsu’tey turns around to face you. “If this is about Ka’lan I have told you a million times me and him are just friends!”

“And how many times must I tell you he wants to take you from me? He does not want to just be your friend!” He hisses as he throws up his hands in confusion, wondering why you won’t believe him.

He knows his intuition was right, after all, he’s a male himself and he knows you are attractive so he understands other men will take a liking to you, he just doesn’t appreciate Ka’lan doing it so blatantly in front of his face.

Tsu’tey’s husky tone mixed with anger, his heightened voice, and possessive demeanor makes a heat spread through your core. You love him being protective over you, you find it sexy and the more he shows his anger the more you feel the need to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction to give yourself the slightest pleasure.

Even though he’s titillating with his actions, you’re still upset with his behavior. “Yes, he does! He tells me about other women he likes in the clan all the time!” It’s true Ka’lan does tell you about the women he was drawn to but he always left one out, the woman he’s head over heels for.

“What must I do to make you understand?!” With you and Tsu’tey going back and forth, it only makes his anger bubble over even more. He’s about to conjure up another rebuttal until he noticed the way your tail is moving behind you.

Being Na’vi, your tail is always moving subconsciously but when you are aroused your tail moves in a specific manner which Tsu’tey always takes notice of. When it clicked in Tsu’tey’s head he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle out of amusement.

Here he is upset that another man was making passes at you and you’re getting turned on from his anger, probably not even listening to a word he’s saying.

He walks up to you, wrapping his hand around your neck, causing your eyes slightly widen as you slightly bite down on your lower lip. “You like this don’t you?” He growls in your ear while slipping his free hand into your loincloth, moving his fingers along your folds that are drenched in your slick.

You hurriedly nod your head, silently gasping when you feel Tsu’tey’s fingers force their way into your pussy, his digits getting immediately soaked in your slick.

He maneuvers his fingertips and starts pressing against your sweet spot, making you grab onto his bicep to keep yourself steady. “Seems like I will have to make you understand another way.” You look up at him with half lidded eyes, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He tugs on your bra top, giving it a quick yank and ripping it in half, causing your breasts to pop out.

Tsu’tey has a plan in motion, a plan that consists of putting you in multiple positions, fucking you until your voice is hoarse, and making you scream his name so everyone roaming the forest knows that you belonged to him and no one else.

—

Ka’lan is walking through the forest trail with his bow slung lazily over his shoulder, half-listening to the rustling trees, and half-lost in his thoughts. He’s still replaying your laugh from earlier, the way your smile curled when you teased him by the tree, how your nose crinkled when he made that stupid joke about his hunting mishap.

Ka’lan has always liked you, ever since you both were teenagers chasing palulukan [thanator] pups after your parents told you not to. He’s always been able to keep his feelings at bay, but lately? That small crush has stretched into something much deeper than some sort of puppy love.

It’s the kind of wanting and desire that lingers behind his ribcage and causes his throat to tighten every time he sees you walking beside Tsu’tey, holding hands and being lovey dovey. For the last few weeks he’s been noticing something different between you and him.

You laughed at something stupid he said earlier, your fingers brushing his arm without a second thought. Just a small touch, light as a feather, but it lit something in him. ‘She doesn’t touch Tsu’tey like that’, he thought.

But that was a lie, a hopeful delusion and he knows it. Still… things felt different, he can tell. You linger longer when the two of you speak. You look him in the eyes when you speak, not past him like other women do. Sometimes, you let the silence stretch too long, as if something unspoken hung between you, which leads Ka’lan to believe there’s still a chance to win your heart.

Ka’lan has been telling himself to back off, that Tsu’tey is the future Olo’eyktan. A man who can decide his fate in the clan. A man who can make his living hell if he crosses him. But that feeling only lasted until he saw the way Tsu’tey gripped your wrist too tightly when he dragged you away earlier.

Seeing the way Tsu’tey’s eyes followed your every move in a possessive and controlling manner made Ka’lan angry. That moment made him realize that Tsu’tey didn’t deserve you. Simple as that.

When Ka’lan starts trying to think of ways he can woo you, he hears something strange. A noise, something that sounds similar to a muffled cry. He stops walking for a moment, allowing his ears to hone in on where the sound is coming from. His ears perk up at the sound of a particular voice, yours. It’s immediately recognizable. It’s sharp and breathy, echoing faintly through the trees.

At first it sounds like you're screaming and then it turns into a loud cry, causing a panic to flutter in Ka’lan’s chest. Was someone hurting you? Are one of the sky people torturing you? He doesn’t know what’s going on but if someone is hurting you he’s going to come save you.

He picked up his pace, following the sound deeper into the forest. As he walks, the voices grow louder. Your voice. Then another, one he can’t make out at first but it sounds much louder than yours, needier even.

Ka’lan’s chest rises and falls quickly now, his feet moving faster over the roots and moss-covered earth as he weaves through the trees. His grip on his bow has tightened, fingers flexing as instinct braces him for the worst.

He can hear you clearly now. Your voice floating through the air in waves, uneven and raw. “Please—” you gasp.

The word jolt Ka’lan’s heart, making him think you’re now begging your captors for your life. He breaks into a sprint. The trees thinned ahead, sunlight streaking across the clearing. ‘Just a little further’ he says to himself, scanning his eyes across the forest for the sight of you. ‘Just get to her. Get to her and—’

Out of nowhere he stops dead in his tracks. The sound of his breath caught painfully in his throat, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Out of all the scenarios his mind created in his mind, this is the last thing he thought he would witness. The last position he would find you in.

You're bent forward on your hands and knees, body arching into each thrust of Tsu’tey’s hips as he grips your waist with a bruising force, making you claw your nails into the ground underneath you for support. Your mouth is wide open, and your eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure.

Tsu’tey’s behind you, his chest gleaming with sweat, the muscles in his back flexing with every deep roll of his body against yours, like he’s trying to fuck every ounce of his love into you while making sure you know that you’re his.

Ka’lan’s eyes widen at the sight before him, heart lurching violently inside his chest while the scene unfolds. He can see and hear everything: the way your breasts bounce with every harsh thrust, the wet slapping of skin, the creamy ring forming on the base of Tsu’tey’s cock, the possessive grip of Tsu’tey’s hands like he wants to mold your body to his forever.

You aren’t being hurt.

You aren’t in danger.

You’re being claimed.

“Oh, Tsu’tey—harder, please!” you cry out, and Ka’lan flinches at the desperation in your voice. At how your voice isn’t filled with any pain or discomfort, but pure desire. It sounds as if lust is leaking out of your pores.

His heart cracks clean down the middle as he watches the two of you move together like you’ve been made for this. Like you and him are made for each other. He tried to look anywhere but your face, but your eyes, even closed, somehow glowed with something Ka’lan believes Tsu’tey didn’t deserve but still owned completely.

He should turn around. Should walk away and give you and him privacy. But he can’t. He just stands there frozen, hidden partially behind a thick trunk, his large eyes wide with quiet heartbreak and shame. His ears twitched at every wet slap of your bodies meeting, at every moan you gave to the man who clearly had your heart. A man Ka’lan hated. Envied. Even secretly feared.

Ka’lan’s grip tightened on his bow, trying to keep himself together, not knowing what to do. He thinks he’s in the clear, that no one will see him here hidden away in the shadows… until Tsu’tey looks up and meets his gaze.

Ka’lan doesn’t know what he expected him to do. Maybe a flinch, a flash of surprise in eyes, him stopping his attack on your pussy and trying to cover your exposed flesh. But Tsu’tey doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead, Tsu’tey looks him right in the eye and smirks. That same cocky, knowing smirk that has always made Ka’lan want to punch a tree.

Tsu’tey isn’t one bit surprised to see Ka’lan because he knew he was there. Knew he would take this route on his way home, knew he would be nosy enough to come and take a look. He strategically set this up. Tsu’tey wanted Ka’lan to see him destroy your guts, see you in the same position Ka’lan wishes to have you in, and listen to you cry out his name in the process.

Without saying a word, he slips his hands around the front of your body, tightening one hand around your throat, lifting your head up and making your body press closer against his, driving into you deep enough to pull a broken cry from your lips.

He slows down just a tad, rolling his hips in a deep, grinding motion that makes you gasp his name again, unaware of the silent audience just beyond the tree line.

Tsu’tey smirks, leaning over your shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple until you spew out a moan. “Say it,” he growls. “Who does this body belong to?”

“You, baby.” you cry softly, feeling his cock press against the spongy spot in your core, your walls fluttering around him each time your ass slams into his pelvis.

Tsu’tey thrusts himself harder into your wetness, enough to make your knees buckle from the force. When he sees your stability falter he catches you with ease, huffing a dark chuckle as you mewl against him. “Say it louder, need the whole forest to hear you.”

“It belong to you, Tsu’tey! Just you!”

“And who do you love?” he asks, voice getting louder, not for you, but for Ka’lan so he can hear that your heart belongs to him.

“Tsu’tey… I love you.” you whimper, clawing at his arm that’s snaked around your pretty frame as he picks up the pace again.

“Tell me who is your future mate.” he demands, glancing up at Ka’lan one more time, a wicked gleam in his eye as he thrust hard, making your entire body jolt forward, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“You! Tsu’tey… only you!”

Ka’lan swallows hard, his jaw locking so tight his teeth aches while his heart twists in his chest. Every word you speak, every moan he hears, is another arrow to his pride, another nail in the coffin of the wishful fantasy he’s been desperately clinging to.

For the final blow, Tsu’tey places soft kisses on the back of your neck before turning your head towards him and engulfing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, your tongue and his swirling around each other, fighting each other for dominance.

When he pulls away there’s a line of saliva keeping you and him connected, making everything unraveling between you two even hotter. His hand is gripping your jaw, making sure since you’ve opened your eyes, your focus is on him and him only.

When you look into Tsu’tey’s eyes you see they aren’t their usual golden color, they're much darker, filled with lust, jealousy, and other emotions you can’t put a name to at the moment. Tsu’tey’s voice is low, so low that Ka’lan almost misses it but you hear him clear as day: “No one else will ever get to touch you. Not in this life, not in the next. You are mine.”

Tsu’tey turns your head slightly to the side, giving him a clear view of your throat, the same one he loves shoving his cock in whenever you're giving him attitude. He grazes his tongue across his fangs, looking down at you with something primal in his eyes. His mouth hovers over your skin, then he lowers, biting the nape of your neck.

When you feel his teeth sink into your skin, you let out a sharp hiss, your tail instinctively wrapping around his thigh, and your body melts into Tsu’tey’s, enjoying the euphoria that fills your veins as he marks you.

Marking is one of the oldest Na’vi customs, meant to bind two souls together. A territorial act, born from a time when clans had to fight for their mates. It’s not done lightly. And once it’s done, it’s seen as a vow, a warning, and a claim all in one.

While Tsu’tey marks you, with the taste of your blood on his tongue, he’s looking Ka’lan dead in his eyes, sharp as blades, while he hides behind a tree like a cowering child. Tsu’tey holds Ka’lan in his stare like a warning: You will never have her.

Ka’lan’s heart pounds in his chest, shame and fury tangling together so violently it makes his stomach turn. He wants to fight. He wants to scream. But instead he leaves, not being able to stomach the sight of you being fucked by Tsu’tey any longer.

He turns and walks away, heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sounds behind him. The soft cries, the whispered praises, the wet rhythm of two people tangled in something too deep to ever be undone.

Once Tsu’tey sees that he’s gone, his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. When he’s satisfied, feeling like his point has been proven to Ka’lan and to you, he takes his fangs out of your skin, allowing your blood to settle on his tastebuds. It’s warm but somehow sweet, making him fall more in love with you than he already is, feeling like now your souls are deeply connected now that your blood runs through his veins.

After a while, you and Tsu’tey fall into a steady rhythm again; his thrusts are long, deep, and deliberate, each one pressing into the furthest part of your womb like he’s trying to carve his name into you from the inside. The way his hips roll, slow but firm, makes your thighs tremble with every stroke. His groans turn to curses in Na’vi, breath hot against your neck, voice hoarse and ragged with need.

You cling to him, moaning his name like a prayer, and just as your walls begin to spasm and squeeze around him, he lets out a sharp grunt and buries himself deep, hips locked against you as his hot seed spills inside.

Your back arches as your climax washed over you in thick, aching waves, your vision going white as he fills you, until the pressure is too much and his seed begins to leak out of you, smearing on your thighs, Tsu’tey’s groin, and soaking the earth beneath.

Tsu’tey doesn’t pull out immediately. He stays deep inside you, his breath slowing as he holds you close, one hand splayed possessively over your belly. He presses a kiss to your skin, heart still pounding, and you can feel the weight of something heavier in his touch.

Tsu’tey closes his eyes for a moment, lips brushing against your ear. He doesn’t say it aloud, but it pulses between you anyway. There’s a hope, a want, even a silent wish.

He secretly hopes his seed will take root. That maybe, soon, you will swell with his child. That your womb will grow full with proof you belonged to him, and that no one will ever dare to look your way again.

And beyond that: he wants a family with you, he always has. He wants little feet running through your shared mauri, braids tied with the same beads he once gifted you, a child that had your eyes and his temper, clinging to your hip. Raising children with you would be a greatest honor in his eyes.

Eventually, your trembling slowed, your breathing softened, and the two of you sank into the moss beneath you, limbs still tangled together.

Tsu’tey cradles your face and kisses you again, this time slow and sweet, full of warmth and affection. A stark contrast from earlier. You sigh against his mouth, smiling lazily as you look up at him with tired eyes. “I’m not going to speak to Ka’lan anymore.”

He exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to yours, happy to hear you’re finally seeing things his way. “Good.” It satisfies his soul to know that you’ve finally taken heed to what he’s been expressing to you and that he won’t have to worry about Ka’lan anymore after the show you both just put on for him.

Tsu’tey is never allowing a man to think they have a chance with you, he’ll fill your neck with markings to let every single Na’vi know that you’re bound to him until the end of time.

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my biggest pet peeve is when i see xreader and reader has an entire name and appearance. Like... just say oc.

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Besties

platonic!Jake x Reader, romantic!Tsu'tey x reader

-you and jake have been best friends for years much to the displeasure of everyone who has ever been around you two. Even in your new lives you both remain insufferable.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: body shaming (jake calls reader 'tubby' once, they both call each other ugly)

a/n: this was supposed to be a small drabble but then i unfortunately started writing exposition… kinda part 2: The kids are watching

You knew from the second you laid eyes on him, when he walked into the barracks with all that young bull swagger and an annoying smirk, that he was someone that would get on your nerves.

You weren't wrong. You just never expected that his sully charm would reel you in regardless.

You quickly became inseparable assholes together. You two were practically joined at the hip, eating side by side in the canteen every single day, and periodically landing yourselves in trouble with your childish arguments which often lead to toilet scrubbing and endless pushups. There was a time when you both had goofed off a little too much which led to the whole team having to clean the barracks with nothing but toothbrushes. Everyone hated you both for that.

When you first met Tommy, he joked that you were more Jake's twin that him.

"Maybe we were switched at birth" he had laughed.

Unfornately, unlike Jake who quickly fell into the disciplined marine life, following orders was never your strong suite. You often talked back to superiors, unable to withstand what you viewed to be unfair treatment. It was never your dream to join the miltary, you were just following the path that was expected of you. So it was no surprise to anyone when you had been discharged within the year for your inability to adapt.

Graciously, Tommy had taken you under his wing, introducing you to the avatar training program when you had nothing and no one to fall back onto. You never considered yourself someone who had an interest in space but there was something about pandora that callled to you. You had trained more rigourously for this than for anything you ever had before, spending sleepless night studying na'vi and reading most of grace augustines books detailing flora and fauna.

You and Jake kept in touch throughout. you wrote letters back and forth where he would tease you for being a science puke now. Your bond was still strong even when life got busy.

And when Jake was discharged after losing his legs, you did your best to be there for him, trying to keep some sense of normalcy in his life. You never tiptoed around him. Something he would later tell you he appreciated. You never treated him like he was a broken man. Because even under all the grief and the lack of legs, he was still just plain old Jake Sully.

After Tommy's death, you both had somehow gotten impossibly closer.

Life on Pandora with Jake had reminded you of your early days together where you both were nothing but a headache for everyone around.

Grace had looked you both over that first time and clutched her head as if just the sight of you both was enough to bring on tension aches. You remebered how she turned away, arguing about how she didn't need reckless marines. You atleast had the log hours to prove some worth.

She had little patient for Jake, let alone the both of you together, especially when you riled each other up with playful jabs and petty squables. There were times where Jake would jump you while in his avatar, taking full advatange of his newfound strenght. Your miltary training would kick in and you reciprocated tenfold.

Grace had threatened to send you both back to earth.

During your first mission together, you shouldn't have been surprised that Jake had mangaed to separate you both from the group—he had always been reckless—and then got you captured by the omatikaya. In that time you both became students under the chief's daughter and the future leader, Neytiri and Tsu'tey, much to their chagrin.

You would not describe them as patient teachers. Not at first at least. Neytiri was aggressive. Quick to annoy. She would often insult both you and Jake and would smack him when he did something wrong. But under all that irritation was a girl skilled in her ways of life. Despite her initial protests, Neytiri never skipped a day of lessons. She taught you like you were children now learning to live in your body. In a sense you were. And while you had more experience in your avatar than Jake, you still struggled at times. She never went beyond what you were ready for. She remained steady and reliable. And soon she became a friend.

Tsu'tey was a different story. He was hardened and set in his ways. A stubborn man who once he made up his mind was hard to shake. From the second he laid eyes on you two he decided you both were better off dead. That you were nothing but a threat to the forest and it's people. He was more unforgiving in his training. He fought like you were a supposed to know every step and when to dodge. He hissed insults every chance he got. When you stumbled, when your feet land wrong, when your breathing was too loud.

He reminded you too much of the sergeants during your training days. This lead to you often pushing back on his aggressiveness. You both were always at each others throats.

Eventually that tension would grow and change shape until it became something that was hard to describe. Touches became softer and words became less minced, and his patience grew with time. Not largely, just enough for you to notice.

It finally came to head after the great war.

Tsu'tey was gravely injured and had spent days in the tsahik's tent. Jake, who was already mated with Neytiri, would nudge you with a grin on his face everytime he caught you hovering over the sleeping na'vi. You refused to leave his side, too anxious at his state, even though you never admitted it out loud.

When he finally woke, you both had mated under the eye of eywa, no longer able to deny the affection that you held for each other.

Jake had teased you relentlessly the next morning. You punched him square in the chest, forcing him to double over.

Even now, a year later, your relationship hadn't changed.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"

Jake clawed at your hands that pulled on strands of his hair.

"Still think I'm weak?" You grunted

You and Jake had been fishing in a nearby stream, filling baskets with enough to feed the clan at dinner. When it was time to haul the fish back to the clan, you, having spent most of your time with your newborn baby boy instead of keeping up with training, had struggled with lifting one of the baskets. And Jake with all his stupidity, decided that it was a good idea to poke fun at you. "Getting a little tubby, huh?"

Not the brightest thing to say to a new mother, especially if that mother was you.

The second the comment left him, you fully dropped the basket and tackled him to the ground, resorting to petty tricks like hair pulling.

"Apologize!!" You hissed, fingers unyielding around his dreads.

Jake despite the pain in his scalp said nothing. All he let out was pained yells.

At his silence you wrapped your legs around his neck.

"Ugk—"Jake choked. He tried the pry you off of him, digging his nails into your skin. You didn't waver. "Hel—help!!" He cried out slapping at your calves "Someone! Anyone!" Yet no one came even as his face turned purple.

Across the trees, within clan grounds, Neytiri and Tsu'tey sat together, each with a baby strapped to their chest. Their ears twitched at the familiar voice pleading for his life but neither made a move. They remained where they were, preparing spices for tonight's meal but the yelling continued.

Tsu'tey blinked " Your mate is calling"

Neytiri adjusted the starp on her shoulder "He will be fine"

And with that, they went back to work.

As long as their idiotic mates didn't wake the babies, they did not care.

"Tsaya" you cooed at your baby boy. He wiggled on his back, tiny arms reaching for you.

Next to you was Jake, who was bouncing a whiny Neteyam.

You glanced at him out the corner of your eye "You're doing it wrong"

"What?" He turned to you, hand on Neteyam's head "No, i'm not"

You just raised your brows with pursed lips and went back playing with a laughing Tsaya.

Jake stared at you, fighting the urge to give in and ask. He failed.

"What could I possibly be doing wrong?" He said with an attitude more suited to an angsty teenage girl.

"Oh so now you want my help?"

"Just tell me"

You hummed "I don't know. You were kinda rude. Maybe if you said please.."

He deadpanned. "Nevermind"

But Neteyam didn't stop fussing.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "You are too aggressive Sully. Sway, don't bounce like a maniac. Have you learned anything from Neytiri"

He scoffed but listened anyway.

And finally Neteyam calmed.

Eventually both boys were fast asleep and so you placed them in side by side baby baskets.

Jake raised a brow at you, having felt your eyes on the side of his head.

Your eyes widened, urging him for something

"What do you want?" He asked

"Seriously?" You huffed in disbelief "You are so ungrateful"

"What?

"I mean it's my bad for expecting anything from you" You turned away

"oh my—"

You cut him off "Like, would it kill you to say thank you at least once? But I guess your ego can't handle admitting that I'm a better parent than you"

"Excuse me??"

You swiveled to face him again, hands on your hips "You heard me"

"You are not better than me. and—and I was a father longer than you were a mother" he argued

"By a few months!"

"Still counts"

" At least I can get a baby to stop crying" Your tail whipped at his leg.

"Oh please, Tsaya cries more than Neteyam. Probably 'cause he has to see your face everyday" He caught your tail and tugged sharply.

Before you knew it, you both were rolling around on the floor like two wild animals.

"Tiyawn—"

Tsu'tey was cut off by the sight of Jake trapping you in a headlock.

He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion roll over his body as he stood in the kelku opening.

He glanced back, deciding whether to leave you both or to drag you apart. He choose to separate you two when he saw you open your jaw wide, no doubt with the intention of biting the skin off of Jake's forearm. His resulting yell would surely wake the babies.

"That is enough." He said firmly as if scolding children. It was only then did you two notice his presence. You both blinked at him stupidly. He sighed, stepping forward and physically yanking you from Jake's grip.

"Must you two always act like children?"

Jake got up, dusting himself off. You, whose arm was still gripped by Tsu'teys hand, looked up. It was a face Tsu'tey had seen countless times since meeting you. It was not a look of shame, but rather one that told him you were going defend yourself regardless of what the truth was.

"It's his fault" Your arm shot out in Jake's direction. Jake's jaw dropped at your audacity. "He should learn manners. Maybe then i wouldn't have teach him any"

Jake scoffed "That's rich coming from you"

Tsu'tey's thumb and forefinger came up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "I do not care who started it. If you must behave like fools, do it away from the children"

Neither of you argued.

Neytiri gently washed Neteyam in the stream as Jake hovered next to her doing nothing but watch.

"He's always so calm when you bathe him. When I do it, I end up the one covered in water" he said

She thumbed away at a speck of dirt on Neteyam's cheek "That is because he thinks it is playtime when you do it"

"Huh…well I guess it's a win he thinks i'm fun"

A laugh sounded " How'd you know his splashing isn't because he wants to get away from you?"

Jake's tail flicked.

The corner of Neytiri's mouth twitched. He saw.

"Don't encourage her" He said

"I did not say anything" Neytiri reasoned, scooping up some water and letting it fall on Neteyam's hair.

Tsu'tey called "Tiyawn, do not start. You will rile up the boys"

"What..I'm just saying" You shrugged before washing Tsaya's hair as Tsu'tey held him up.

Jake focused his attention on his son "You like papa, don't you boy?" he cooed "Yes, you do. Your aunt is just a meanie" Neteyam clapped at him. "Yes she is. and ugly too" the boy clapped again. Jake chuckled and ruffeled his hair " 'atta boy"

Then from across the stream:

"Uncle Jake is the ugliest isn't he Tsaya" the baby gurgled.

When Jake looked up you were already staring him. You both held each other's stare. No words were exchanged but invisble daggers were shot.

"Stop it you two, and make yourselves useful" Neytiri said, having enough of your ridiculous staring contest. She handed Neteyam over to Jake to dry off and the baby immediately started wiggling more than he did when Neytiri held him.

You snorted. "See?"

Neytiri, unable to help herself, let out a small laugh.

Jake looked down at Neteyam and pouted. "Everyone is against me…"

In yours and Tsu'tey's kelku, he set down a now sleeping Tsaya before making his way to your shared hammock where you had already stretched out to sleep. His eyes caught the sight of a half shapened dagger leaning against the wall.

He picked it up, turning it around in his hands. It was clearly not finished but each cut was made with care and precision. Next to it sat a small bowl of blue beads.

"What is this, tiyawn" He asked, looking up at you as you rubbed your eyes.

You peeked over at him, seeing the dagger in his hands. "A gift" you yawned " 's Jake's birthday next week. He's been complaining about his old one."

Tsu'tey hummed, carefully placing the item back where he found it and crawled into the hammock. You settled into his arms, face nuzzeling into his chest. Tsu'tey smiled at the sight before closing his eyes.

Even though you and Jake were the most atrocious pairing to ever exist, it could not be denied that the bond between you was strong. Unbreakable.

You were his best friend. And he was yours.

That would never change.

a/n: all photos found on pinterest

[nyctophicbtch]

Main Masterlist | "All energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back." ── Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite, Avatar

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan ── .✦

Outsiders - Neteyam x fem!Metkayina!reader 2k words; fluff 𑣲

⋆˚࿔ Despite your uninterests in getting to know the Omatikaya guests, you’d somehow managed to capture the attention of the eldest brother and Neteyam messed up by doing the one thing your brother told him not to. Plus Lo’ak being the captain of the ship.

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Little Secret - Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya!reader 11.9k words; secret dating

part 1, part 2

⋆˚࿔ Being in a relationship with Neteyam is not as simple as one might think. The two of you are constantly navigating through your feelings, the rights and wrongs, the do's and dont's, all whilst keeping the whole thing hidden from his family. Naturally, he pretends to hate you for the sake of the secrecy, but Neteyam is starting to grow tired of keeping you as his little secret.

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⋆˚࿔ The Omatikayan prince was attractive. His looks and status alone were enough to make even the most beautiful girls crave his attention, but Neteyam had always responded in reserved politeness. Who would've thought that the reason behind it was you, a little human who could bring the Olo'eyktan's son to his knees with just a bat of your eye.

Born of Fire, Loved by the Forest - Neteyam x Mangkwan!reader 4.5k words; forbidden love, enemies to lovers

series masterlist

⋆˚࿔ When Neteyam finds you on the battlefield, a Mangkwan; injured, he decides against killing you.

Drabbles .☘︎ ݁˖

The Spirit Tree - gn!Omatikaya!reader

Wandering Human - fem!human!reader

Something to Take the Edge Off, Literally - fem!reader

dad!neteyam - fem!reader

soft!neteyam - fem!Na’vi!reader

Headcanons .☘︎ ݁˖

Neteyam with Tsireya’s sister - fem!Metkayina!reader

Neteyam with Tonowari’s firstborn daughter - fem!Metkayina!reader

Seeing Neteyam for the first time in years - fem!Omatikaya!reader

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan ── .✦

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Headcanons .☘︎ ݁˖

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𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan ── .✦

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⋆˚࿔ Loud festivals weren't really your thing, that much Ao'nung knew. So when he found you sitting alone on the outskirts of the village, he offered to go for a swim, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist the little getaway.

Drabbles .☘︎ ݁˖

A Little Push - fem!reader

The Right Way - fem!Sully!reader

you’re a troublemaker - Na’vi!reader

Headcanons .☘︎ ݁˖

Being Ao’nung’s expected mate - gn!Metkayina!reader

Being Ao’nung’s Sully mate - fem!Sully!reader

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ Colonel Miles Quaritch ── .✦

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⋆˚࿔ Injured and stranded, Quaritch has no choice but to trust you, a na'vi who decides to help instead of killing him. Will you learn to fall in love with the dream walker as you nurse him back to health?

Other Drabbles ── .✦

Not a Freak - Rotxo x fem!Sully!reader

Sleep Deprieved - Tsu'tey x gn!avatar!reader

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Pop-tart | Tsu'tey

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Tsu'tey x f!pregnant!Avatar!reader

Description: Jake takes the last pop-tart and you have a conniption.

Content Warnings: pregnancy cravings/hormones, Tsu'tey lives au, takes place a year after movie 1, reader and Jake have been transfered to their avatars, reader is 7-8 months pregnant, idiot Jake Sully

Author's note: Based on this request!

At the sight of Jake Sully, you hissed, waddling over to him with all of the might your pregnant body could muster. 

“Give it to me,” you practically growled, blocking Toruk Makto’s path as he headed out on a hunt for the day, his wife, Neytiri, just behind him.

Jake’s eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what you were talking about. “What?” he asked.

“The last pop-tart, skxawng (idiot),” you exclaimed.

His body immediately tensed at the word ‘pop-tart’, a dead giveaway to the worst news you had received all week.

“No!” you exclaimed and he flinched, wincing as your face fell. 

“I’m sorry! I was hungry!” he attempted to defend himself, but you felt your eyes welling with tears. Neytiri came around to stand beside Jake, watching each of you warily.

“That was the last pop-tart on the entire moon, Jake!” you cried. “And you promised I could have it.”

“I forgot!” he scrambled to make up for it. “You can have a moonpie, there are a lot of those. A moonpie on a moon, how fun.”

Tears really did fall when he said that. “Because it is a moonpie. No one wants that,” you said.

“What is happening?” Neytiri asked.

“She wanted the last of a human food. We only had a few left and she went through most of them,” Jake pointed out but you and Neytiri both scowled.

“She is pregnant, Ma’ Jake,” Neytiri said, coming to your defense, wrapping a comforting arm around you. “That was cruel.”

“That’s all the baby wants!” you explained and Neytiri rubbed a hand up your arm.

“Of course, the baby has to eat too,” Neytiri nodded and you felt like you were finally being heard.

“Exactly!” You agreed.

Your husband and the father of your unborn baby turned the corner then and you immediately shuffled over to him. “Tsu’tey,” you muttered, your swollen belly bumping into his hip as you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same on reflex. 

“Why is my mate crying?” Tsu’tey asked calmly, but there was a bite to his words.

“There was a small mix up…” Jake started.

“He ate my pop-tart!” you sniffled into Tsu’tey’s shoulder.

“You ate her pop-tart?” Tsu’tey ground out, knowing fully about your pop-tart pregnancy cravings. The glare he sent Jake over your shoulder could have intimidated even a seasoned warrior.

“I forgot!” he exclaimed again, putting his hands out.

“Is there not another one she could have?” your mate asked, but Jake winced.

“It was the last one on all of Pandora, ‘Tey, and he ate it!” your tears fell down your cheeks then, your arms tightening to a vice grip around his neck as pregnancy hormones went even more haywire in your body.

“Really, skxawng?” Tsu’tey asked Jake, knowing how much they meant to you. 

You had been rationing them out for weeks when you realized you were running out. The silver packs were like precious gold to you. Now that you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, they were becoming more and more of a valuable resource, just for them to be yanked away completely.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. What can I do to make it up to you?” Jake asked.

You pulled away from Tsu’tey and turned to face Jake. Tsu’tey’s arm still stayed securely around your waist as his other arm came to your face to wipe away tears.

“No, the baby just wants pop-tarts.” 

“Human food was probably bad for the baby anyway,” Tsu’tey pointed out firmly.

“But it was good for me and my sanity! It was my little treat,” you whined, looking at him with puppy dog eyes that he could not withstand for long.

He sighed, looking back to Jake, “and there are no more of these… pop-tarts? None?”

“Not that I know of. Let me ask around with the humans, maybe someone has one,” he offered and your frown instantly morphed into a smile. 

“Really Jake? You would do that?” you cooed, softening instantly.

“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” he nodded and Neytiri brought her hand up to hide her smirk at how her mate had messed up so incredibly to not only inconvenience the Olo’eyktan, but to upset a hangry pregnant woman.

“Good, do so and report back to me. Go,” Tsu’tey ordered as if it was a serious, high stakes mission, because for Tsu’tey, it was. He did not want to deal with you in a fit of hormonal rage any more than Jake did. 

“You should be resting, muntxate (wife),” Tsu’tey gently guided you back to your kelku (home), one hand on each shoulder.

“I am not tired, but my feet do hurt,” you decided and allowed him to lead you back.

You awkwardly went to sit on the floor, knowing you would struggle to get down. 

“Here,” Tsu’tey offered, taking your hands and helping you lower to the floor slowly.

“Thank you, Yawnetu,” you sighed as you finally felt the weight distribute off of your ankles.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, crouching in front of you to smooth your hair away from your flushed cheeks.

“No, other than my pop-tart, I am fine” you sighed, your bottom lip sticking out in a dramatic pout.

“Norm had one!” a shout emitted from outside and Tsu’tey shot to his feet, looking out the opening and scoffing at what he saw. “Norm had one!” a voice that sounded like Jake yelled.

Sure enough, he rounded the corner, finally in your line of sight. Tsu’tey scrambled back a step as Jake’s momentum had him keening forward. In his hand sat an item that had your eyes welling up again.

“A pop-tart!” you nearly screeched, reaching out your hands for him to throw it to you.

He tossed it underhand with a huge smile on his face, and the trajectory of the silver arch had the pastry landing right in your hands.

“Thank you!” you squealed, unwrapping the packaging and sinking your teeth into the pink, sprinkled top.

“You are lucky, Jake Suli. If you had not found one, I would have had to challenge you to combat,” Tsu’tey warned, but the light turn of his lips told Jake it was in jest.

“Was that a joke? I didn’t think you were capable of humor, Tsu’tey. I’m shocked,” Jake gasped and Tsu’tey scowled immediately.

“Get back to the hunt, skxawng,” Tsu’tey ordered with rolled eyes.

“Yes sir!” Jake barked, giving a mocking salute that made you giggle before pivoting and walking away, presumably to join his mate. Tsu’tey turned to you, a confused grimace on his face that made you laugh fully. 

“It’s a human thing,” you explained between bites.

“I figured that out,” he walked back to you and crouched down in front of you. “Happy?”

You nodded, “Very happy,” you smiled. “The baby is too, they started kicking.”

You took Tsu’tey’s hand and placed it over the spot where you felt your junior olympian stretching their legs. Your mate's face melted into awe as he felt his son or daughter’s strong kick.

“They really do like this food, can I try a small piece?” he asked.

You broke off a corner, not planning to tell him those were the worst parts and handed it over. “Know that I love you, I don’t share pop-tarts with just anyone,” you said and he grinned.

“I am honored, paskalin.” he smirked as he took a bite of the human food.

His lips immediately turned up in disgust and he forced himself to swallow instead of gagging on his pregnant wife. “Ugh, paskalin, I fear for our baby’s tastes if they like this,” he said.

You grinned at his expression as he handed back the small piece he had left in his hand. “I grew up eating these,” you pointed out and he shook his head.

“Thank Eywa, our child will not. Humans are cruel in many ways, and giving that to children is one of them,” he ground out, leveling you a look that told you he was halfway teasing.

“Well, I am going to enjoy my last pop-tart ever in peace. Go back to work,” you instructed, taking another bite.

“I see, I am no longer needed. I am being thrown out like rotten teylu.”

“Sorry, ‘Tey. You’re bringing down my happy mood,” you said.

“I see. Then I will go, and bring you back many foods that are much better than that abomination,” he proclaimed, standing up.

“You can try, but I will always stay loyal to this abomination,” you smiled as he shook his head.

Tsu’tey Taglist: @chaotickittenanchor @lissadelta @sleepilysworld @x-isha9 @coastalcowgirlie @sapphicdecay @tictacbirthdayrac @kklovescookies  @skxawngg @henhouse-horrors

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[byunpum]

Scent

Pair: Tsu'tey x Human Reader ( jake human sister )

Warning: A little spicy, tsu'tey (in my opinion) being curious.

Note: Me posting something, knowing I've ignored my tumblr for months. Bye~!

AVATAR MASTERLIST

After the war, life for tsu'tey had been very quiet. Everything was back to normal, well almost everything. A large number of humans decided to settle in Pandora and close to the clan. The idea of having humans among the clan was not pleasant to him, for him they were a bit unpleasant. They were strange, everything they did was strange to him. And the most disturbing thing to him was the scent the humans gave off. The Na'vi had a highly developed sense of smell and the strange scent of humans was not pleasant for him. They always tried to use some scents to disguise their scent of origin, according to Jake it was “perfumes and soaps”. Tsu'tey didn't think it was cool to use those things. But there was one scent which had caught all his attention. And the owner of that scent came from you.

The first time tsu'tey registered your scent, was when he happened to pass by jake's side. He was talking to one of those humans. But as soon as he walked by you, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scent he was smelling was something… amazing. He felt a shiver run down his spine, he couldn't understand where the smell was coming from. It wasn't until jake tapped him on the shoulder, and introduced them. Tsu'tey turns to look at you. You smiled warmly back at him, giving him the 'I see you' sign. Tsu'tey caught on a little too late, he was so immersed in the scent you were giving off that he barely listened to what Jake was saying. He couldn't believe that you were the carrier of that peculiar scent. From that day on, tsu'tey did everything he could to be by your side.

It got to the point that he didn't care about the comments they made, it was strange to see a man like tsu'tey behind a human. Always trying to help you, or try to talk to you even for a couple of seconds, he had to smell your scent at least once a day. He was becoming obsessed, and if his little obsession was not dying down. He began to notice how your scent became stronger when he was around you. It had to be that reason, because on one of the occasions he came to talk to you. You were talking to neytiri, and he could feel how your scent was the usual one. But as soon as neytiri left you alone, he could feel it getting more and more potent. He was going crazy and he knew it. It wasn't healthy, what he was creating for you. You were supposed to be a human, he wouldn't have to find you attractive or desirable…but here he is. If you asked him to kiss your feet he would do it, even if you asked him to kill someone and let him put his nose in your neck sweet spot for only 5 minutes or less, he would do it.

On the other hand, you were oblivious to this situation. You thought tsu'tey was very kind and gentlemanly. He was always helping you, and available to you. You liked the attention he gave you. Besides…tsu'tey was painfully handsome. You liked him from head to toe, you found him beautiful. And having him this close wasn't helping you much. But you enjoyed his company…there was just a nice friendship between the two of you.

That particular day, tsu'tey could smell your scent from far away, he could tell you were about 30 feet away from him. And he could recognize it was you, turning around to see you approaching him with a basket in your hands. “Hello!!!” you greet him, smiling at him. You were hurting his senses, because if it were up to him he would have already dragged you into his arms. You looked very pretty, in the traditional na'vi clothing. Tsu'tey scanned you up and down, laughing a little. “Do you like it? Neytiri gave me this outfit…she made it for me” you speak, taking a quick turn. “I'm surprised at how well it suits you “tsu'tey says, looking at you again. But now with more determination, the little clothing gave freedom to your scent to be released all over the place, he was getting nervous. “Yeah…she says I should wear more family stuff…you know, since jake is my brother and he is now…” you stop talking, when you notice that the man is barely paying attention to you. “Tsu'tey…are you okay?” you ask, waving your hand in his face. Snapping tsu'tey out of his stasis. He laughs nervously, settling more on his feet. “Yes, sorry. You were saying?” tsu'tey sees you laugh.

“I was going to ask you if you could help me pick some berries…the ones near the river. You know they're a little tall…and I need help” you speak, tsu'tey doesn't think for a second and goes to help you. Getting up from the ground, he starts walking towards the river. The walk from the village to the river was about 15 minutes. When you arrived you both decided that the best thing to do was to pick the berries that were on top of some branches, besides it was much more private for you. Your very presence in the clan could be a bit intimidating for some na'vi. And this was an area where they used to come frequently. Tsu'tey helped you up, placing his hands on your waist, to get you up easily. But not before bringing his face close to your back, sniffing you. Closing his eyes, enjoying your scent. It was a momentary thing, when you climb up the branch. “Are you coming?” you keep walking towards where the berries were. “Yes…I'm coming” tsu'tey swallows hard, trying to control himself.

Tsu'tey helps you for a while, picking the prettiest berries that were on the highest leaves. Sitting down to rest, and to watch you pick in the other corner. You turn and give him a smile. Tsu'tey smiles back. Aside from the fact that the man was obsessed with your essence, he liked the way you were. You were the opposite of your brother. You were calm and quiet. You didn't do risky things and avoided getting into trouble. Tsu'tey enjoyed your company, and he was sure you did too. He could feel it. “These berries are so sweet” you speak, approaching where tsu'tey was sitting. “Yes…and this is their best season” tsu'tey speaks, but is puzzled when you sit down in front of him. You sit in front of him, cross-legged. This new position makes your scent much stronger than at other times. Freezing in his seat, his eyes widen.

However, you keep talking as if nothing is wrong. You are placing the basket next to you, taking some berries to clean them. You can tell, you were the only one talking, tsu'tey might be silent, but he wasn't talking at all. You look up and you can see that he was different. He was looking at you seriously, his pupils were dilated, his posture was straight, his ears were up and so was his tail. You could notice that his breathing was agitated, and although his look seemed to be one of discomfort… you knew it was not. It was one more of lust, you could see how he was swallowing hard. “Tsu'tey?” you speak softly, getting her attention.

“What's wrong with you? Are you ok?” you ask, tsu'tey doesn't answer you, and keeps looking at you. Analyzing your whole body, your scent was ambushing him. It was too strong for him, too sweet. And now with your new outfit you were not helping him. “Why do you smell like that?” says tsu'tey in a serious tone. You grow more nervous, closing your legs out of instinct. The look on tsu'tey's face at this moment was intimidating, but not in the bad way. “I have a bad smell?” you begin to smell your hand, as you watch tsu'tey approach you. Placing his hands on the ground of the branch, leaning a little over you. To now be much closer to you. “Don't do it” tsu'tey places his hand on your knee, moving it to the side. Causing your legs to spread for him. You watch as he closes his eyes, and sighs deeply. Your heart wanted to pound out of your chest, he was getting so much closer to you. “You have a scent…delicious” tsu'tey moves over your body, getting closer to your neck. Pressing his nose to your neck, breathing deeply. Words didn't come out of your mouth, you were surprised tsu'tey didn't use to behave like this with you. Well with anyone…and now he was almost on top of you. Balancing on his hands, sniffing your neck.

Tsu'tey felt so out of control, it was like he couldn't control what he was doing. He was feeling anxious, he wanted to know where that scent that was driving him crazy was coming from. Slowly moving down as he sniffed your skin, down your chest until he reached your breasts. Breathing hard again, to continue, the only thing you could do was to stay still. -T-tsu” your voice is interrupted when you see that tsu'tey had already reached your lower belly, stopping for a moment. At this moment tsu'tey was crouched over you, very close to his goal. He gave you a quick glance, and if you had to be realistic his look was one of hunger. As if no one could stop him, though you didn't plan to. Tsu'tey wouldn't get that far, would he. It was then, when he decided to go a little lower. First you thought he was going to smell one of your thighs. But you were wrong, when he went down he parked his face completely in your clothed cunt.

...

...

Your eyes widen in surprise, as you feel him breathing much harder than before. In a quick movement you move your foot towards tsu'tey's face and kick him in the face. This makes him move away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell at him, this is all taking you by surprise. You liked tsu'tey but no one has ever behaved like this before. “What's wrong? I'm just sniffing you” speaks tsu'tey caressing his face a little bit. “What for? And why are you sniffing me…there” you close your legs slowly, but you see how tsu'tey stops you. “Don't close your legs…this is where that rich smell is coming from” tsu'tey says, laughing playfully. “Oh my god, no no” you close your legs tightly. “You're talking about the smell of my parts?” you were more concerned now. “I'm talking about your whole scent, I've never smelled someone with this scent before. No na'vi woman has a scent like this…it's exciting” tsu'tey speaks a little excited. You had never seen him like this, he looked like someone else. He was still very close to you, now he had come completely over you. You were looking up, observing his whole body attitude.

“I have noticed that when I am close to you…or when I touch you” tsu'tey lowers his voice, raising his hand to now touch your thigh, caressing your exposed skin a little. “I can notice how the smell gets stronger…and I love that” tsu'tey lowers his face, moving closer to your face. You push him back, causing tsu'tey to sit back down. You were so embarrassed, tsu'tey was talking about the excitement you felt towards him, like it was nothing. You wanted to bury yourself alive, you were getting so nervous, you didn't know what to say or do to him. “Tsu'tey…but you must not approach him like that. You must ask” you looked down, tsu'tey was looking at you playfully. He is silent for a moment, seeing how you are a little nervous. Squeezing your legs together so nothing would come out. “So…could I smell you a little? “tsu'tey asks. You knew that the attitude tsutey was showing was something without mischief, something he wasn't doing on purpose. It was instinctive on his part.

“I don't know what to tell you…we barely know each other, and yes I really like you” you try to change what you just said but there was a lot going on right now. “I mean…we should wait, yeah?you know what I mean?” you try to make him understand you, it's not like you didn't want tsu'tey between your legs. But it was still too early for that. “Ok… but can I be closer to you?” asks tsu'tey again. You nod with your face, watching as he moves closer to now be literally glued next to you. His tail began to dig into your waist, and he kept looking at you.

Oh my gosh…where have you gotten to. You had to explain to tsu'tey that personal space in humans is much more important than he thinks.

[moonchildxoxx]

Hi! Could I request a So’lek x fem!Na’vi reader fic where So’lek tries to court the reader according to traditional Na’vi customs, but he’s absolutely terrible at romance?

Title:

What He Leaves Behind

Pairing: So’lek x fem!Na’vi Reader

Rating: Teen+ (soft romance, emotional intimacy)

Warning : Slow burn, tender awkwardness, moonlit forests, quiet devotion, protective instincts

The forest knows before you do.

It always does.

You feel it in the way the leaves hush when you pass, in the way the anemone-like tendrils curl inward at your approach, glowing softer as if listening. Pandora breathes around you, alive and aware, and tonight it carries something unfamiliar beneath its usual rhythm.

A presence.

You pause at the edge of the path leading to your marui, fingers tightening around the woven strap of your satchel. The moonlight filters through the canopy in pale ribbons, illuminating the home you built with your own hands curved branches bound with fiber, living leaves coaxed into shelter.

Something rests at the threshold.

You narrow your eyes.

It is not there when you leave in the mornings. You are certain of that. You are careful. Observant. And yet there it is now, placed just outside the woven entry screen as though it belongs.

A bundle.

You approach slowly, ears angling forward, tail flicking once in quiet alert. There is no scent of danger only the forest, resin and night-blooming flowers, and something else.

Him.

Your breath catches before you can stop it.

So’lek.

You do not see him, but you feel him the way you feel a storm before the thunder breaks. His presence lingers like a shadow pressed into the ground. He has been here recently. Close.

You kneel and carefully unfold the leaves wrapped around the bundle.

Inside: a string of beads.

They are hand-carved, each one slightly imperfect, smoothed lovingly rather than precisely. They glimmer faintly in the moonlight bone, shell, and polished seed, threaded together with strong, dark fiber.

Your fingers hover, then touch.

Warm.

Recently handled.

Your throat tightens.

So’lek is not a man of excess. Everything he owns has purpose. For him to give away bone carved bone means he hunted it himself. Cleaned it. Honored the animal. Took time he does not spare easily.

And left it here.

Without a word.

You straighten slowly, scanning the forest. “So’lek?” you call softly, voice barely more than a breath.

Only the leaves answer.

You exhale, equal parts disappointed and relieved, and gather the necklace into your palms. You should return it, you think. You should ask him why he left it here. Gifts unspoken are dangerous things among the People. They carry meaning whether you want them to or not.

And you do want to know.

You rise and step inside your marui, but sleep does not come easily.

It happens again three nights later.

This time it is food.

A cleanly wrapped portion of smoked hexapede, seasoned with mountain herbs you recognize from the upper cliffs places So’lek patrols alone. It is prepared carefully, reverently, with none of the haste of camp rations.

You stare at it for a long time.

So’lek does not cook for others.

The clan knows this. He eats what he must, when he must. Food is fuel. Survival. Not comfort.

Your chest aches with something unnamed.

You eat it slowly, deliberately, honoring the effort it took. When you finish, you sit in the doorway of your marui, knees drawn to your chest, and let the forest glow around you.

“So’lek,” you murmur into the night. “You cannot keep doing this.”

The forest, infuriatingly, keeps his secrets.

Others begin to notice.

“Someone has been visiting you,” a friend teases lightly as you weave baskets together near the communal fire. “You glow like you’ve been chosen by Eywa herself.”

You snort, ears flattening. “Do not say such things.”

But your gaze drifts, unbidden, to the far edge of the clearing.

So’lek stands apart from the others, as he always does.

Tall. Silent. Scarred.

The marks of war map his body old wounds, healed poorly, reminders of battles that ended but never truly left him. He watches the forest more than the People, back straight, hands resting loosely at his sides.

He does not look at you.

Not once.

And yet you feel him, like gravity.

That night, you find feathers.

Long, iridescent ones from a forest raptor cleaned meticulously, bound together with twine. They are rare. Difficult to collect without damaging them.

You swallow hard.

This is no accident.

This is courtship.

Clumsy. Silent. Incredibly earnest courtship.

Your heart thunders as realization settles into place.

So’lek is choosing you.

And he has no idea how to tell you.

You confront him three days later beneath the spirit tree’s outer roots, where the glow is soft and the air hums with quiet reverence.

“So’lek.”

He stops immediately.

Does not turn.

“Yes,” he answers after a beat, voice low and careful.

You step closer. “You have been leaving things at my marui.”

Silence stretches.

His shoulders tense.

“I did not mean to disturb you,” he says finally. “If it is unwanted, I will stop.”

That is not an answer.

You move until you can see his face. His eyes flick to you briefly, then away again, jaw tight.

“Why?” you ask gently.

Another pause.

His hands curl slightly, as if gripping a weapon that is no longer there.

“I am not skilled with words,” he says. “Or… softness.”

You soften despite yourself.

“I know.”

He swallows. “But I know how to provide. To protect. To choose.”

Your breath stutters.

“So’lek,” you whisper.

He finally looks at you then.

Really looks.

“I chose you,” he says, voice rough with something dangerously close to vulnerability. “If you would have me. If not ” He exhales sharply. “I will accept it. Quietly.”

The forest seems to hold its breath.

You step closer, close enough that you can feel his warmth, his restraint.

“You could have spoken to me,” you say.

He gives a small, almost pained huff of a laugh. “I would have failed.”

You smile, slow and tender.

“You are failing very beautifully.”

For the first time, something like hope flickers across his face.

So’lek does not touch you.

Not at first.

He stands close close enough that you can feel the heat of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scent of smoke and forest clinging to his skin but his hands remain at his sides, fingers flexing like he is holding himself back by sheer will.

“I do not know what comes next,” he admits quietly.

The honesty in it startles you more than any grand declaration could have.

You tilt your head, studying him in the soft glow of the spirit tree’s roots. The scars along his arms catch the light old cuts, burn marks, healed fractures. Evidence of someone who learned survival long before tenderness.

“Then we learn,” you say. “Together.”

His eyes lift to yours again, slow and careful, like he is afraid the moment might shatter if he moves too quickly.

“You are not offended?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No. But I was confused. And… curious.”

A faint exhale escapes him. Relief, maybe. Or disbelief.

“I watched,” he confesses. “Before I chose the gifts.”

Your ears twitch. “Watched?”

He nods once. “You hum when you work. Softly. When you think no one hears.” His gaze flickers briefly to your throat. “You give the first portion of your meal to Eywa, even when you are alone. You repair what others discard.”

Your chest tightens.

“You noticed all that?”

“I notice what matters,” he says simply.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The forest pulses gently around you, bioluminescence breathing in slow waves, as if Eywa herself is listening.

“I would like to walk with you,” you say at last. “If you wish.”

So’lek hesitates just a fraction of a second then inclines his head. “Yes.”

From that night on, he walks you home.

Always a half-step behind. Always silent unless spoken to. Always alert.

At first, you think it coincidence.

Then you realize he times his patrols for when you finish your duties. You find him waiting at the edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree as if he has always been there.

He never says this is for you.

But it is.

When the forest grows restless one evening distant roars echoing through the canopy So’lek’s hand lifts instinctively, palm hovering just in front of you, a quiet barrier.

“Stay close,” he murmurs.

Your heart stutters.

You do.

The gifts continue, but now they change.

Smaller things. More personal.

A woven cord dyed in your clan colors.

A smooth stone etched with a protective symbol, warm from being carried against his skin.

Once, you find a single flower rare, night-blooming placed carefully in a shallow bowl of water so it will not wilt before you see it.

You bring it to him the next day.

“I want to keep them,” you tell him, holding the bowl between you. “But I need you to know… you do not have to leave them in silence anymore.”

He studies the flower, then you. His ears tilt back slightly, uncertainty written across his face.

“I do not wish to pressure you,” he says. “Or shame you, if you do not return my interest.”

You step closer. “So’lek. If I did not wish this, I would have said so.”

He searches your face, as if looking for signs of deception.

“I am slow,” he warns. “And not gentle with my past.”

“I am patient,” you reply. “And not afraid of scars.”

Something shifts in him then subtle, but profound. Like a door opening that has been shut for too long.

The clan begins to whisper.

You feel their eyes when So’lek sits near you at meals still apart, still reserved, but near. You feel it when he rises the moment you do, when his gaze tracks your movement without staring.

“You have caught the attention of a dangerous one,” a hunter jokes lightly.

You smile. “He is not dangerous.”

So’lek stiffens at that, jaw tightening.

Later, when you walk together beneath the glowing vines, he speaks again.

“They fear me,” he says flatly.

“They do not know you,” you counter.

“They know enough.”

You stop walking and turn to face him fully.

“Then let them learn.”

His breath catches, just barely.

“You would stand beside me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

The word feels powerful in your mouth.

He nods once, as if committing it to memory.

The night everything changes is quiet.

Too quiet.

The forest’s song dips low, insects falling silent as something large moves nearby. So’lek senses it before you do his body shifts, muscles coiling, hand lifting again in that same protective gesture.

“Behind me,” he orders softly.

A low growl echoes through the trees.

Your pulse spikes, but you obey without question.

The creature never reaches you.

So’lek moves like lightning controlled, precise, terrifyingly capable. When it retreats, wounded and snarling, he does not chase. He returns to you immediately, scanning you for injuries.

“Are you harmed?” he asks, urgency cracking his calm.

You shake your head, breath unsteady. “No. Thanks to you.”

His hands hover near your shoulders, unsure, then finally settle light, reverent.

The touch sends a shiver through you both.

“I will always protect you,” he says, voice low and fierce. “If you allow it.”

You place your hand over his. “I already do.”

The forest brightens around you, glow intensifying as if in approval.

For the first time, So’lek lets himself smile.

It is small. Uneven. Beautiful.

The first time you see So’lek bleed, it is not from battle.

It is from memory.

The two of you sit together beneath a canopy of woven leaves, the glow of distant spirit lights pulsing softly through the night. Rain hums gently against the forest floor, mist curling low around your ankles. It is the kind of night meant for closeness, for quiet truths.

So’lek sharpens his knife.

Slow. Methodical. Over and over again, as though the act itself keeps something inside him steady.

“You will ruin the edge if you keep at it,” you say lightly.

He pauses, then exhales. Sets the blade aside.

“Old habit,” he murmurs. “Hands need something to do.”

You study him for a moment, then reach out carefully, giving him time to pull away if he wants to.

He doesn’t.

Your fingers brush the scars along his forearm. Raised. Pale. Some jagged, others smooth with age.

“These are from before,” you say softly.

“Yes.”

“And these?” You trace a newer mark near his wrist.

A beat.

“After,” he answers.

Your chest tightens. “After the war.”

He nods once.

“I was not… good,” he says slowly, choosing each word like it might cut him if handled wrong. “Not gentle. Not patient. I survived because I learned to harden myself.”

You look at him then really look.

At the way he holds himself like a shield even now. At the tension coiled in his shoulders. At the fear buried beneath his stoicism.

“And you think that makes you unworthy,” you say.

His jaw tightens.

“I think it makes me dangerous to love.”

The honesty lands heavy between you.

“You are afraid you will break what you touch,” you murmur.

“Yes.”

Rain patters louder, as if the forest itself leans closer.

You take his hand.

Not hovering. Not hesitant.

Firm.

“You have never hurt me,” you say. “Not with your silence. Not with your protection. Not with your fear.”

His breath stutters.

“You leave gifts like offerings,” you continue. “You wait instead of taking. You ask permission even when instinct tells you to guard, to claim.”

You squeeze his hand. “That is not a monster, So’lek.”

His eyes burn bright in the low light.

“That is a man trying very hard to be good.”

For a long moment, he cannot speak.

Then quietly, almost broken “I wanted to be chosen.”

Your heart aches.

“You are.”

The next day, you choose him where others can see.

You sit beside him at the communal fire.

Not near.

Beside.

When someone questions it an arched brow, a curious glance you meet their gaze without flinching.

“So’lek walks with me,” you say simply.

No one argues.

He does not look at you right away. When he finally does, his expression is unreadable until you see the gratitude beneath it.

Later, beneath the glow of hanging seeds, he stops you.

“You did not have to do that,” he says.

“I wanted to,” you reply.

“You risked judgment.”

“I risk nothing by choosing truth.”

His throat works as he swallows.

“You are brave,” he says.

You smile. “So are you.”

That night, he brings no gift.

He brings himself.

He waits outside your marui, posture straight but uncertain, as though crossing this threshold feels more dangerous than any battlefield.

“I would like to stay,” he says. “If you allow it. Just to sit. To listen.”

You step aside, heart racing. “Come in.”

Inside, the glow is warm and soft, leaves casting gentle shadows across his features. He looks almost out of place this warrior surrounded by quiet, by comfort.

He sits across from you, hands resting on his knees.

“I do not know how to be… this,” he admits.

You reach out, touch his cheek.

“You are already doing it.”

He leans into your palm before he can stop himself.

The air between you tightens.

Slowly so slowly he lifts his hand, brushing his knuckles against your wrist in a silent question.

You nod.

His touch is reverent. Careful. As if you are something sacred.

Foreheads meet.

Breaths mingle.

For a heartbeat, you think he might kiss you.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he whispers, “Soon. When I am certain I will not hurt you.”

You smile, eyes stinging with emotion. “Soon.”

He leaves before dawn, but not before pressing his forehead to yours once more.

The forest glows brighter as he goes.

So’lek does not sleep that night.

Neither do you.

You feel him in the forest long after he leaves like a steady pulse beneath the ground, like a promise the world itself has accepted. The glow of the leaves seems brighter, warmer, as if Eywa has drawn closer to listen.

At dawn, you wake to quiet movement.

You do not reach for a weapon.

You already know.

“So’lek,” you murmur.

He pauses at the threshold, light spilling around his silhouette. He looks uncertain for the first time since you have known him stripped of armor, of distance, of excuses.

“I brought something,” he says.

You sit up, drawing the woven blanket around your shoulders. “Come in.”

He kneels before you, head bowed, and places a small bundle between you. This one is wrapped more carefully than any before, leaves layered with ritual precision.

“This is not a gift,” he says. “Not unless you accept it as such.”

You open it slowly.

Inside lies a necklace.

Not beads.

A tsaheylu cord, braided with dark fiber and pale thread two colors woven together. At its center rests a single carved token: a symbol of choosing, of shared path, of seen and returned.

Your breath catches.

“You made this,” you whisper.

“I remade it,” he corrects gently. “The first one was wrong. I rushed it. This one I took my time.”

Your hands tremble as you lift it.

“So’lek…” You swallow. “Do you understand what this means?”

“Yes,” he says quietly. “It means I am asking. With my whole self. Not hiding behind silence.”

He lifts his gaze to yours.

“I choose you as my mate,” he says. “If you will have me. Not because I am strong. Not because I can protect. But because I want to learn how to be gentle with you. Every day.”

Tears sting your eyes.

You reach forward, pressing your forehead to his.

“I choose you,” you say. “Not because you are unbroken. But because you try. Because you care. Because you leave pieces of your heart at my door.”

His breath shudders.

Slowly, reverently, he lifts the cord and drapes it around your neck. His fingers linger at your nape, brushing your queue without touching waiting.

You tilt your head.

Permission.

The moment his queue brushes yours, the forest answers.

Light blooms.

The hum of Eywa swells, glowing seeds drifting closer, circling you both in a quiet blessing. So’lek gasps softly not from fear, but from awe.

You connect.

Not rushed. Not overwhelming.

Warm. Whole.

When you part, his forehead remains against yours.

“I am yours,” he murmurs. “In all the ways that matter.”

You smile through tears. “And I am yours.”

He finally kisses you then.

Not hungry. Not claiming.

Just… honest.

A brush of lips, steady and sure, as if sealing something that has already been written into the roots of the world.

Later, beneath the glowing trees, the clan gathers not in ceremony, but in quiet acknowledgment. No one challenges it. No one questions it.

They see the way So’lek stands beside you now.

Not apart.

Beside.

That night, the forest sings louder than it ever has.

And for the first time since the war, So’lek sleeps without his weapons within reach one hand resting over yours, trusting the world to hold you both.