Okay okay people love mean Jake fics but what about mean NEYTIRI to the reader fics she’s so mommy bc Neytiri is a brat tamer idc what yall say🙏🏾🙏🏾 also your writing is so good 🫶🏾🫶🏾
The way you speak the truth baby OMG
Neytiri would be so mean 🤭😩😩😩😩
Also, I'm glad you like my writing bby 💚💚💚💚
Neytiri has never been nice to you. She's a few years older than you, and since you were children, she'd train you with sharp words and mean looks and whacks on the head.
And now that you two have grown up into your early twenties, she hasn't changed one bit.
Your relationship has, though.
Neytiri has you bent over her lap, her lithe hand spanking your ass, making you sob and mewl, pussy dripping at her cruel demeanor.
“I warned you to stay away from him, didn't I?” she snaps, her hand caressing the plush of your ass before spanking you again. “But the moment you could, you ran to flirt with him like a little whore.”
“No!” you gasp, shaking your head. She spanks you again. “No, I-I didn't mean to. I wasn't flirting with him on purpose!”
She spanks you once more, harder, the pain making you sob. “Liar,” she accuses. The image of you coquettishly laughing at everything Jakesully said makes her anger flare, her rage filling her veins like molten lava, hot and uncontrollable.
“I didn't mean to make you jealous, Mommy!” you cry, and she spanks you again.
“You're such a slut that you don't even notice when you flirt with other people, do you?” she demands, spanking you harshly before her hand trails down to your pussy. She runs her fingers through your folds, gathering your slick before raising her soaked digits to her face and licking your arousal off.
“Mommy, please!” you whine, needing her to touch you already.
“Brats don't get to ask for favors,” she replies sharply before lifting you off her lap and lowering you to your knees between her legs. She removes her loincloth and spreads her thighs, exposing her pretty, soaked cunt. “Make it up to me and I'll see if you deserve to have your pussy eaten, hm?”
You nod eagerly, your hands falling to her thighs, gently caressing her soft skin before you lower your face to her pussy. You lick up Neytiri's slit, her taste sweet, her scent thick, and she shudders softly. One of her hands falls to your head, tangling itself in your hair as she tugs you higher, up to her clit.
You lick over the sensitive nub slowly, your eyes rising to meet hers, before you suck her clit between your lips. Neytiri gasps quietly, hips rolling against your mouth.
You use one of your hands to push your middle finger inside her, curling it upwards and finding her g-spot with ease. She groans, hips jerking, and you coordinate the movement of your finger with the licks you deliver to her clit.
“Yeah, much better,” she says. “That pretty mouth does more than just lie about flirting with others, hm?”
You smile softly, humming in response, sending vibrations up her pussy. She forces your face deeper in her pussy, her thighs threatening to bash your skull in from their unbelievable strength. You hold one of her thighs open, keeping her spread for you.
She moans, her nails digging into your scalp, her thighs trembling, her slick dribbling down your chin, your lips swollen from sucking on her folds.
“You can be such a good girl for me,” Neytiri says, pulling your hair, making you whine. “But you only behave when I treat you like a whore. You only play nice when I'm mean. Why's that?”
You meet her gaze with yours, speaking against her clit, “I like when you're mean.”
Neytiri chuckles, her hips grinding against your mouth. “You're just a little slut. Such a dirty, needy whore.”
“Mhmm,” you agree, nodding, your pussy dripping between your thighs. “'m your slut.”
Neytiri scoffs softly, tugging your hair harshly. “You better be only mine, brat. You know what will happen if I catch you with someone else, hm?”
You nod. The other person would be wiped off the face of the planet.
You sink your ring finger inside her as well, both your digits pressing up to her g-spot, knowing just how to touch it. You make soft, precise movements, making her gasp, her pussy dripping around your hand.
“Fuck! Just like that!” she mewls, nodding eagerly.
You drag your teeth over her clit and she jolts, hips quivering. Her scent invades your senses, makes your pussy throb, and you suck at her clit with more enthusiasm. You get off on the way her body responds to you, on the way your touch makes her squirm and moan. It drives you crazy that a woman such as Neytiri can be so sensitive when it comes to you.
Your fingers are clenched tightly in her pussy, her slick smearing all across your face. You're pressing against her g-spot with perfection, making her jerk, her body trembling.
“Fuck! Come on, baby. You can make me come, can't you?” she encourages, smirking down at you. “You can show me you're just for me, right?”
You nod, adding more pressure to that spongy spot, sucking and kissing her clit, making her gasp.
Neytiri is so sweet, her cunt so sweet, her scent so intoxicating, her skin soft and laced with an earthy scent, somewhere between the river and the flowers. Her scent drives you crazy, makes you wetter than you already are, your clit aching to be touched by her.
“Oh, that's so good,” she says. “That's it, baby. That's it. 'm so close, girl.”
Your fingers fondle her cunt, your mouth bestowing a savage combination of licking and sucking at her clit. She shakes and gasps, dragging her fingers through your hair, making you groan softly.
She shudders as her orgasm finally washes over her, shaking her, her slick gushing out of her and right into your mouth. You drink it up, mewling at her taste, as she rubs herself against your face, riding out her orgasm.
“Fuck, you're so good, baby. Oh, that's it.”
You pull your fingers out of her, licking her arousal off them, before meeting her languid gaze, giving her pretty puppy eyes, silently begging.
Neytiri grins, her skin glowing in the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Somethin' you wanna say to me, girl?”
You nod. “Mommy, touch me,” you beg, batting your eyelashes at her. “Please,” you insist, lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I need you so bad.”
Neytiri smirks. It's now that she gets the chance to really punish you for being the little slut you are.
She offers you a soft smile as she lowers herself to the ground, crawling between your legs, positioning her face on your cunt.
You're soaked, dripping down your ass, and Neytiri licks your pussy, all needy and wet. You gasp, arching your back, your hands finding her head and caressing her hair.
“Thank you,” you gasp. “Mommy, thank you!”
She eats you out as if she were famished, her hands digging into your thighs, her tongue pushing past your folds, sinking inside you, and she rubs her nose against your clit.
You purr softly, the sound echoing in your shared tent, and Neytiri growls against you. You squeal, excited, pussy clenching around her tongue, and she smirks at your reaction.
Every time she pays you the slightest attention—smiles at you from across a room, holds your hand while walking in the forest, maybe only a glance when you're around others—you immediately melt for her. You are hers, mind, body, and soul devoted to her and her only. And she loves knowing that she owns you.
The pleasure is hot and cruel as it takes over your body, a fire igniting along your skin and making little beads of sweat form on you. You're trying not to dig your nails into Neytiri's scalp, but it's near impossible as you shake and writhe, as your hips buck against her mouth, smearing your arousal all over her face.
You mewl softly and groan, hips trembling. You can still smell Neytiri's rage, and it makes you a submissive, meek little thing. You spread your legs wider, trying to pull her closer, to create more friction as you grind on her face.
Just like you know her body, Neytiri knows yours. She pushes three of her long, lithe fingers inside you, stretching you open and playing with your g-spot. You gasp, pussy clenching, as you feel a wave of ecstasy fill you.
You know what it means. Neytiri's made you squirt plenty, and she loves doing it. She gets off on the way your arousal gushes out of you and makes a mess all over your pretty thighs.
As she presses up against your g-spot, she softly bites your clit. You feel your orgasm nearing, the sweet release a brush of her fingers away.
“Mommy,” you gasp. “Mommy, I wan' y'to make me come!” you beg, body squirming. “I need it s'bad!”
“You don't deserve it,” Neytiri replies, still pressing her fingers up, still fucking you with her hand.
“I do!” you reply, gasping. “I do!”
“No, you don't,” she says. “You can't come.”
“No! Please! Mommy, I'll be good!” you promise. “I'll do anything if you let me come!”
At this, Neytiri's ears perk with interest. She'd been planning to edge you until you were crying and shaking, but this is much more interesting.
“Anything?” she asks you.
You nod. “Yes, anything!”
She smirks. “Alright, then. Come for me, girl, hm? Come and then I'll tell you my terms, yeah?”
“Okay,” you reply, desperately nodding as she returns her mouth to your clit, eating you out, sucking you and biting you.
You feel like your body is about to burst. You're trembling violently, limbs growing weak, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
You're no longer in control of your body. You roll your hips against Neytiri's gorgeous face, your legs squeeze around her head, your chest heaves up and down with your gasps and drool spills from your lips.
“Yes!” you cry, seeing stars as your orgasm nears. “Yes! Fuck, Mommy!”
And then you're over the edge, squirting into Neytiri's mouth, soaking her and soaking yourself in your sweet, warm slick. You shudder as she rides out your pleasure, shake as she licks you clean.
She pulls her fingers out of you, still sticky with your arousal, and crawls on top of you, her hand caressing your breasts as her mouth lowers itself beside your ear.
“Y'wanna know what favor you owe me since I let you come?” she asks, nibbling your earlobe.
You moan softly. “What d'I owe you, Mommy?”
She chuckles. “'m gonna fuck you in front of Jakesully to show him you're mine and only mine.”
Trudy has one of your legs hooked over her shoulder and your other trapped underneath the weight of one of her thighs, smiling down at you as you grip onto the pillows supporting your head
she bucks her hips forward, rubbing her clit harder into yours, and you let out a choked shimper, small tears starting to brew at the corner of your eyes as you gasp for air
“aw, can’t handle it, sweet thing?” her voice is teasing, one of her hands gripping onto the plush flesh of your thigh, digging her fingernails into the muscle as she watches you unravel in front of her
her other hand is settled on your stomach, gripping onto the soft fat and admiring the way it puffed out whenever she grabbed at the softness
you whine, body trembling, unable to form words anymore, not with how she had eaten you out for an hour before, making you cum too many times to count on her tongue
Trudy licks her lips at she glances down at where her hips meet yours, biting her lip as her clit rubs over yours, sending pleasure sinking into her stomach
it’s a nice feeling, but the small warbled sounds you let out stroke her pleasure much better, the sound of your desperation and begging, so close to crying
she wants to see you cry, to completely lose yourself in the pleasure, to let her take care of you fully and completely and drive you to the edge of madness and pleasure
“c’mon sweetheart, let go for me, you can do that for me, right?” her tongue runs over her lips, tasting the remnants of your orgasm on herself as you try and choke out an answer
a slow roll of her hips forward has your mouth parted permanently, eyes cloudy and hazed over in pleasure, and one of your hands shoots down
Trudy smiles and coos at you, moving her hand from your stomach to intertwine her fingers with yours, and you finally let out a sob, tears falling down and wetting the pillow beneath you
it’s a delicious sight, a delightful sound, sobs of pleasure ripped from you as she grinds against you in a slow perfected rhythm, letting the pleasure climb inside of her
your tears, so full and wet, eyelashes clumping together with the water makes Trudy groan and fixate her stare on your face, how you fall apart underneath her as your entire body trembled underneath her
a pitiful whine erupts from you, your back arching off of the ground as you cum once again underneath her control, her hand
Trudy can’t help it as her own pleasure finally snaps in her, an orgasm sweeping over her senses, but she keeps her eyes on your face, the beautiful tears falling down your face
slowly, her hips stop in motion, and she lets your thigh down from her shoulder and moves down carefully to lie down next to you, carefully moving her hips away from hers but keeping your legs tangled together
your arms come around to encircle her, and you bury yourself in her chest, body still slightly shaking as the final sniffles leave you
“you okay, hun?” Trudy puts a hand on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb in circles as you take in breaths of her
“yeah, yeah, ‘m okay, just wanna cuddle.” you mumble it into her skin, and she watches as your breathing slows, your grip on her waist unrelentingly tight
Trudy lightly chuckles and makes a mental note to clean the two of you up the next morning as she closes her eyes and draws you in closer to her
Summary: A useless soldier. That's all Trudy believes herself to be now, no purpose in life. Unworthy of someone's love. That is until a certain healer shows Trudy how worthy she is of happiness once again.
Warnings: NSFW, slight angst (war flashbacks/nightmares/Trudy feeling unworthy of love), interspecies, Trudy not knowing she's being courted, nipple play, light oral sex (fem reader receiving), tribbing, size difference, human x Na'vi.
Notes: I love Trudy so much, and I wish she got more recognition in this fandom.
Credits: MDNI and Support banners by @cafekitsune. Divider by @saradika-graphics.
Na'vi Translation:
Tsamsiyu: Warrior
Tsahìk: Matriarch, high priestess, interpreter
Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow
Tawtute: Spy People/Person
Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.
Tsawksyul: Sun Lily
Kelku: Home; place of dwelling
Olo'eyktan: (Male) Clan Leader
Zìsìkrr Tìmuntxa: Mating Season
Kelutral: Hometree
Nalor: Beautiful
Tsakarem: The next Tsahìk; Tsahìk in training
Za'u oehu: Come with me
Oeyä: My (possessive)
Muntxate: Wife; female spouse
Eywa'eveng: Pandora
A burst of bright red and orange flames erupts from the right engine, causing Trudy to shrink away from the harsh sounds of the engine dying and phantom heat licking at the glass she's encased in. Roughly pulling the yoke to the left, her Samson glides to the side right as another missile directed at her rams into the side of the mountain, breaking off junks of earth that fall down and take others flying in machines and animals alike to the ground.
Trudy reaches up, pushing the communication button on the comms device around her neck, "Rogue One's been hit, I'm going down!" she calls out over the airwaves, grimacing at the sounds of her fellow comrades yelling out mixing with cheers of victory and gun fire, harshly yanking on the yoke to abruptly fly right as a spray of bullets goes by her and hits a Na'vi warrior flying by, hiding behind the thickest part of the floating mountain as cover, struggling to keep her prized Samson in the air as it teeters and slowly begins to sink below the mountain she's hiding behind.
Trudy can feel Quaritch's cold gaze through the chaos happening between them, hatred for her betrayal fueling his drive to blow her sky high, giving orders she can't hear to train all weapons on her sinking ship.
Pressing down on her comms device again, Trudy grabs the spare exopack and mask tucked under her seat, situating the mask on her face and regulating the pressure before calling out, "Abort! Rogue One is going down! I'm ejecting!"
Pushing the controls all the way forward, Rogue One jerks as it's last amount of strength is used to rocket forward towards Quaritch's aircraft. Pulling on the lever between her knees, the chair Trudy's seated on launches into the sky, just a couple of feet above the top of her Samson before a missile destroys Rogue One, a column of flames shooting up into the sky just to the right of her. Trudy screams as the top of the flames grazes her right arm and shoulder, the pain so intense it's numbing as the right side of her body goes limp.
A gush of wind from another aircraft exploding pushes Trudy's parachute, blowing her out towards a tangle of trees. Screams of victory and pain consume her, unknown who's is who as her own cries of pain mingle with the cries of warriors taking down another one of their enemies coats the air, ash and smoke too strong to be filtered out by her mask as she begins to cough.
Her body is limply tossed side to side as her chair and parachute get tangled in the long branches, sticks and leaves slapping against her body and ripping into the burned flesh of her arm until she's abruptly stopped, body jerking one last time as the ground sudden begins to rise and rise until–
Trudy jerks up from her relaxed position sitting against the wall of the healer's hut, left hand clenched into a fist as she cradles her right arm against her body. Sweat drips down her tanned skin to the point that her white tanktop has become almost see through, the maroon of her healing burns just barely peeking out from the vibrant green leaves that are wrapped around the entirety of her right arm and shoulder, coming loose from how long they've been held against her slick skin.
"Hey," a soft voice calls out, a gentle hand barely touching her left shoulder, the other hand coming around to pull away the strands of dark brown hair sticking to her skin. Trudy whips around, chocolate brown eyes almost black from how wide her pupils are blown, fearful gaze meeting a pair of calm, golden eyes that seem to be watching her in wonder. "It is okay, tsamsiyu, you are safe now."
Your voice is like instant relief to Trudy's sore body, muscles relaxing in your hold as your nimble fingers knead at the taunt muscles of her shoulder and lower back. You pull apart a long strand of thin leather off your wrist, gathering Trudy's thick hair in your large palms as you slowly rake your fingers through the tangled hair, combing it out before beginning to braid the hair back for her.
Neither of you speak; both quite familiar with this routine you've built for yourselves these last few weeks of check-ups and the nightmares that follow. Trudy groans as your fingertips soothe over her scalps, leaning back into your chest as your sweet gesture melts her battered body like butter. Heat filling her face when she realizes the sound she made was more erotic than intended, clearing her throat, Trudy sits upright and away from the warmth of your body, peeking over her shoulder to look at you.
You are so beautiful; so alien but so attractive that it made Trudy second guess herself the first time she met you, half high on pain meds as Mo'at introduces you to her as your new healer. You are the best apprentice Mo'at has, said to be future Tsahìk if anything were to ever happen to Mo'at or Neytiri, greatly favoured among your people as the healer with the softest touch, kindest smile, and biggest heart for the broken and damaged.
Trudy didn't feel deserving of your care in the beginning. There was far more people with far worse injuries than hers, she didn't need to take Mo'at's best healer over a couple of burns – that's the argument Trudy made from her dazed state lying in a hospital bed, giving her best stink eye to Jake that was giving her one right back.
She absolutely lost the discussion as she didn't actually have the strength to refuse your care, fighting back the embarrassed heat that flooded her body when you scoop her off her bed and carried her to the village, softly humming a lullaby that nearly put Trudy to sleep as you took careful steps not to jostle the resting warrior in your arms.
Because that's what Trudy was to you; a mighty warrior injured in battle and in need of your best care. Toruk Makto speaks highly of all of his tawtute friends, but none of them come close to how much he sings Trudy's praises, how much he values her wisdom and strength and courage. So of course you were honored to be chosen to be her caretaker, thrilled to be the one chosen to help mend back together her fragile body.
Atleast, that's what you've told her – many times now.
Trudy feels you seperate a portion of the collected hair, the jingle of a new beadstack tucked away in the little pouch on your hip being pulled out alerting Trudy to what you are doing. You do this almost every week, changing out the beads you've braided in before for new ones, decorating Trudy's hair and body with little beads, flowers, and pretty rocks like she's your own personal doll. Trudy didn't mind, how could she? You're the first person in ten years to actually give a shit about her, and not just with her physical well-being, but her mental and emotional health after having so many traumas happen in such a short amount of time.
The sentiment of it all seemed... intimate in a way. More personal and loving than one would expect from a healer. Though Trudy doesn't really know what to expect from a species of aliens she's just now taking the time to learn about in detail, but even still, none of the other healers are even half as attentive to their patients as you are to her, and you're especially more touchy and questionative with Trudy than you are with your other patients you see throughout the day.
This knowledge pets a curious side of Trudy she never knew she had, stomach fluttering at the sound of your voice and heart racing at your touch. It was absurd to believe that a race of people with such emotion bonds and otherworldly beauty would ever scoop so low as to desire a human... Yet here you are, showing every sign of a young Na'vi in the early stages of courtship, with all your attention on Trudy, and not a suitor in sight. It was an absurd observation, but one Trudy couldn't let go of the more you doted on her each day.
Your ears twitch at the soft hum Trudy's let's out everytime your fingers graze against her scalp, purposefully repeating the action to loosen the last bit of tension still lingering in her body.
Trudy averts her gaze when she feels you looking at her, wide yellow eyes trained on the side of her face as she looks anywhere but in your eyes, terrified you'd somehow read her thoughts or see the curiosity she has for you swimming in her gaze. Your hands shift from your beading to the loose leaves wrapped around Trudy's arm, being careful not to graze the tender skin and throw her out of her peaceful state.
"You are healing very well, only minimal scarring." you tell her, slowly beginning the long process of unwrapping every single leaf with caution and care before gently cleaning the healing skin, preparing it for the cooling paste you just finished grinding together this morning. Trudy hums in agreement, letting you guide her arm to stretch outwards after being cradled to her body for so long, wincing at the pricks of pain that erupt from the thin, crisp skin that cracks at the stretch.
Resting her hand on your upper thigh, Trudy allows herself to drift off, eyes unfocused as her mind wanders to avoid the pain and new reality in front of her – a useless soldier with a limp arm, no purpose and no life goals other than surviving. Jake had Neytiri and a baby on the way, Norm had the orphaned children he's taking care of, Max has his research and all the abundance of life Pandora can give him. But Trudy... she has nothing but a broken wing and a skill that's no longer useful in peace time.
"You are thinking too much again." your voice is like a knife tearing through the veil of lies clouding Trudy's mind, knowing eyes staring at her before returning to your work. "You will find purpose beyond the skills you already have, no need to worry over things that are not important now."
A smirks pulls at the corner of Trudy's lips, unfocused eyes turning playful as she looks up at you. "What are you? My own personal Pandoran Yoda?"
Your ears perk, tail stilling it's content swaying as your brow bone scrunches together. "Yo'da? What is a Yo'da? Is it the word from your mother's tongue for healer?"
"What–? No, it's– nevermind." Trudy laughs, readjusting her hand on your thigh, feeling the lithe muscle tense under her fingertips. Trudy looks down at her lap, fingers fiddling with the pretty beads you braided in for her, the plush of her bottom lip finding refuge between her teeth as she nibbles down on the soft flesh, unaware of the attention she's drawn from the healer at her side.
"Do you like them, ma Tsawksyul?" you ask, spreading out a fresh, thick leaf at the very top of Trudy's shoulder, the earthy scent of the foliage surprisingly comforting to Trudy as she looks up at your little pout you always have when concentrating. Trudy smiles at the nickname, not knowing the meaning, but still loving the sound nonetheless, guessing it's a similar title to tsamsiyu. Twisting the dark purple and midnight blue beads between her fingers, Trudy cradling the thin braids in fear she'd accidentally unravel the little masterpiece, unable to truly word how much she appreciates these little things dangling from her hair.
"I love them," Trudy admits in a soft voice, grateful for all the effort you've put into making her feel welcomed into the clan. From taking the time to carefully check her wrappings and healing burns daily, using the softest of touch to clean the wounds and rewrap them, to the many little braids and beads you give her and other little rocks and flowers you find. You were too kind for what Trudy believes she really deserves. "I really do."
Trudy finally meets your gaze, giving you the softest of smiles as she looks into your widen gaze. Trudy uses what little strength she has in her right hand to squeeze at your lower hips, "Thank you for everything." she says, pure admiration swimming in her eyes.
Your tail suddenly thumps harshly against the ground, startling you both from your tender moment. Trudy breathes a laugh, using her left hand to touch your knee in a playful manner before withdrawing her touch entirely, eyes drifting to look out the entrance at the people walking by. Trudy never notices the purple flush now grazing your cheeks or the nervous tremble of your hands, excitement coursing through your veins at the little interaction.
Jake soon arrives to the hut like always, giving you a traditional greeting as you finish up your work before cheekily grinning down at Trudy. She rolls her eyes at her friend, already slapping at his thigh as he crouches down next to her. "How's the patient feeling? Your booboo feeling better yet, Trude?" he playfully mocks, not bothering to block or dodge the the hard punches Trudy lands on his chest and stomach.
"I swear to God, Jake! I'mma make your kid grow up fatherless if you don't stop that shit!" she growls, swatting away his hands when he moves to fix the hair that have flown out of place from her jerking, afraid he'd mess up the pretty braid you've done for her. "No touchy."
Jake rolls his eyes, ignoring Trudy's grumbled complaints as he examines the new, small beadstack decorating his friend's hair, eyes briefly squinting up at your own matching beads as you walk to the other side of the kelku, settling his gaze on Trudy again. "I want you to come to this year's mating season, it's tonight and I know you need the socializing."
From the other side of the dwelling, your ears perks, tail beginning to sway more erratically as you intently listen for Trudy's response, unaware of your Olo'eyktan's eyes scanning your every move. Trudy's brows furrow together, running her fingers down the braids to fix them with a confused look on her face. "What the hell is mating season? Some kind of hunting festival for mates? Cause if so, I'm out."
Trudy's convinced Jake's eyes will dislodge from their sockets if he rolls his damn eyes any harder, "No dumbass, it's a time of year– Y/N," Jake calls out to you, giving his friend a sideways look as she mocks him. "Can you help me explain Zìsìkrr Tìmuntxa please?"
You turn away from your work, eyes bouncing between your Olo'eyktan and Trudy for a moment as a flustered blush rises across your cheeks. "Zìsìkrr Tìmuntxa is a time of celebrating and passion, a time when The People freely express their sexuality and interests in courting through different dances, outfits, and gestures. It is a season of bodily pleasure, spiritual awakening, and emotional connection. Many chose this time of year to mate with those they have been courting..." you trail off, eyes wide with uncertainty as you glance at Trudy for a second before looking at Jake, dipping your head out of respect as he dismisses you before quickly exiting the healing hut.
It was almost painful for Trudy to watch you walk away, long tail tucked close to your legs with laid back ears, head still bowed as you cradle the extra leaves and bowl of healing paste you brought with you. You look almost defeated; saddened as you ducked out of healing hut like you were ashamed of something. Trudy turns to Jake with a glare, wishing nothing more than to throttle her closest friend for making you embarrassed like that.
"See?" Jake asks, gently nudging at Trudy's uninjured shoulder. "It's not just couples doing gross couple things, it's like–"
"A night for hot people to have hot, messy sex and confess their feelings to each other, I get it." Trudy cuts him off, shakily getting to her feet as she uses the side of Jake's head as leverage. Jake scowls, jerking his head out of her grip, "A night of physical celebration and emotional bonding!" he argues back, brows scrunching together in confusion.
"Yeesh, what crawled up your ass today? Got something against Na'vi expressionism?" he questions, raising a brow as he already knows his answer, but still suspicious of Trudy's odd behavior.
A long, drawn out sigh leaves Trudy's chest as she stares out at the wide expanse of the Omatikaya's land displayed in front of her, grimacing to herself about her sudden outburst. The truth is, Trudy doesn't really know why the idea of going to Mating Season bothers her so much. Her left hand tightens a little around her right arm, squeezing harder to induce the familiar burst of pain that erupts off the damaged nerves fighting for their life to survive. Maybe that's what it is; maybe it's the realization of not having a normal life with normal function of her right side for the rest of her life, nerve damage taking root along with the harsh scarring left behind.
It's hard enough adapting to her new life on a alien planet, but to do so with even more physical restrictions that already come with the difficulties of living on Pandora... It fuels the gut curdling response rising from her stomach to stay away, to not try for a physical, mental, or even emotional connection with anyone new. To leave the celebration of new love to the people that are capable of finding it.
"I just... not in the mood to celebrate." she mumbles, toeing at the dirt under her boot, kicking up a small rock that Trudy covers with her heel when she hears Jake stand up from behind her. A large, warm hand lands on her left shoulder, dwarfing her broad upper back with a gentle touch. "Well, if you get into the mood, come by tonight. I miss having someone to help me gang up on Norm."
That makes Trudy laugh, craning her neck up to look at Jake's cheeky grin. "No promises."
Tonight's cooler than normal, a crisp breeze making it's way through the dense jungle foliage into Kelutral and into the heart of beating drums and loud flutes being played, the huge bonfire in the center of the gathering place casting shadows over the long, lithe bodies of the Omatikaya dancing to the erratic beats, their bodies like a moving painting as the bright and lively colors they're wearing blend with their azure skin and into living art painting the cool night air.
The blur of colors and shapes captivate Trudy as she keeps to her small corner tucked against one of the mighty roots that's jutting out of the ground, wide eyes tracking every sway and grind of any person she can settle her eyes on long enough before finding a new target to set her sights on, absentmindedly tapping her foot in time with the rhythm in a rough mimic of the Omatikaya's intricate footwork.
Trudy's shoulders begin to hurt from how she's scrunched herself together in hopes to cover her exposed body. The dark red and black beads making up the necklace like top she's wearing seems to sway with every breath, threatening to flash anyone that walks by a little too quickly. Trudy tugs down the sides of her high waisted loincloth that came with the top, unsure how to rest her legs in any other position than man spreading and being kicked out of the celebration for indecent exposure.
When you had come to Trudy with the little bundle of clothes setting snuggly in your grasp, Trudy wanted to laugh at the thought of her overly exaggerated body movements being shoved down into such a delicate outfit; but the look you gave her when she immediately excepted the gift was sweet enough to melt her crusty old heart, cursing herself when she of course agreed to wear it at the next celebration.
The outfit is beautiful. Starting around her neck like a choker, the variation of red and black crystal beads drapes down her chest and the majority of her breasts, made so every movement glimmers to catch the firelight. Matching loincloth occasionally chiming from the beads dangling from the waistband. This was obviously an outfit made for dancing, made to be shown off. On any other Na'vi it would look amazing, and on you it would make the entire celebration halt at your beauty... but on Trudy, it was just a further reminder that she can't and won't ever fit in. No matter how hard she tries.
The air smells of smoke and the sweet sap of the alcoholic beverage that everyone seems to be enjoying, the thick, brown liquid barely moved in the drinking bowl when Trudy set it down, concerning her how well her body could digest the alien beverage. Trudy takes another deep breath, enjoying the few moments of freedom she has without her mask being in the way, thanking Eywa and anyone else listening for showing Norm and Max the plant that made this freedom happen.
The small rock Trudy had kicked up earlier in the day now sits safely in her hand, cradled against her chest for safe keeping as she toys over the smooth, rounded surface. The stone is so beautiful, like opal as it's pure white background reflects and refracts every color of the rainbow, brilliant bursts of color shining out at every angle. The stone reminds Trudy of you, so bright and lively, the splash of color in Trudy's bland life. You were the delight Trudy had found in the never ending violence of her life, a breath of fresh air in a stale room. It wasn't much, but this little rock seemed like a perfect thank you gift for everything.
Across the fire Jake is laughing with Neytiri as he spins her around in his arms, ending the silly version of a the waltz with a dramatic dip, hugging Neytiri close as she laughs, intertwining her fingers with Jake's on her growing baby bump. Tsu'tey smiles with Mo'at from beside them, the older Na'vi woman keeping a motherly hand on Tsu'tey's shoulder as he twists the walking stick he has to carry around with him between his palms.
The scene is tooth rottingly sweet and it brings a fond smile to Trudy's lips, happy her friend has what he always secretly wanted. Guilt ripples through Trudy's chest at the bitterness that fills her gut watching the display. She shouldn't feel jealous, she shouldn't want what he has, yet that bitter desire burns all the same through her chest causing Trudy to quickly advert her eyes to the ground when Jake catches her longing gaze.
A warm presence invades Trudy's right side, her head immediately snapping up to find you already looking down at her from your place at her side. Trudy winces at the strain in her neck from the sudden movement, slowly turning her head away as she cups the side of her neck. Trudy can see your pout from her peripheral vision, removing her hand from her neck to pat your knee.
Your leg twitches under Trudy's palm, but you don't pull away. "You look so... nalor." you breath, hesitantly reach forward to twist one of the bead strands between your fingers before cautiously running the back of her knuckle down Trudy's smooth cheek, awed to finally feel the smooth skin of her face for the first time. Your words feel different now, like you truly see Trudy's beautiful for what it is: exoticly alien.
Heat rises across Trudy's face and neck, her ears burning so hot she has to fight to not check they haven't been set aflamed, never more grateful for her tanned skin covering the raging blush as nothing more than a light pink brought on by the fire. Trudy rakes her eyes down your body, taking in the gleeming jewelry and elegant clothes you're wearing, your hair down out of their usual braids to lay down your shoulders in black, inky waves. You are breathtaking.
"You're pretty na-lor yourself." Trudy complements, smiling at the giggle you let out at her butchered attempt at using your language. The stone in Trudy's hand shifts in her grip reminding her the little rocks presents. "I have a gift for you."
Your ears lift as your eyes widen, your whole body straightening at Trudy's words, curiously leaning forward as Trudy gentle pulls the rock out of her mangled hand. She lifts the beautiful gem up for you to see, perfectly catching the fire light as a burst of color coats the white, round surface. You gasp, "It is so beautiful!" as you snatched the stone from between Trudy's fingers so you can cradle it in your own hands, holding the small stone as if it's the most precious thing in the world.
Trudy laughs at your child like wonder of the stone, "I'm glad you like it, it's the only gift I can give you in return because, well..." Trudy trails off as she gestures at her right side, arching a brow as she swear she sees tears in your eyes. "You good?"
You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes as you nod, "Yes, I am–" you sudden stop and jump, scaring Trudy shitless as you spin around to rummage through the little satchel bag you brought with you. "I-I have a gift for you too!" you say shakily, turning back around with something between your folded hands.
"You really don't gotta give me anything else, you've done enough for me already as it is..." Trudy tries to reason, but loses her nerve at your wet, golden doe-eyes pleading with her to cooperate one last time. Sighing, Trudy holds out a hand, "Give it here."
Nervously your shakey fingers part to reveal the intricately woven necklace resting on your palm. The jewelry is far more beautiful and delicate than anything else you've given her, the thinnest strand of the strongest weaving makes up the detailed web of bright gemstones and crystals lining the thin strands. Dark reds and oranges of the fine jewels catch the raging firelight, illuminating the burst of pinks and yellows refracting inside the gems.
Trudy's fingers tremble as she oh so carefully feels the precious necklace securely resting in your grasp. "It's– I..." Trudy fights to find words to describe how much she loves this piece of jewelry, the gnawing feeling of unworthiness crawling it's way back up her chest as the burn of tears blur her vision.
Your ears lay back as you watch Trudy's expression morphs between sadness and surprise, tail nervously twitching behind you the longer Trudy blankly stares at your gift. "Do you not like it?" you slowly ask, shoulders slumping as you instinctively start to retreat the gift back into your chest.
Trudy's fingers wrap around your delicate wrist, pulling your palms out enough so she can pick the necklace up into the light. "It's the most precious gift I've ever been given." she tells you, spinning around on the log and scooting back so her back is almost touching your chest. "Help me put it on?"
Your body goes slack with relief at Trudy's acceptance of your gift, shaking your hands out in hopes you'll shake the trembling away, taking the necklace from Trudy's hand and softly placing it around her neck, securing the gift with a tight but still comfortable knot. You hesitate for a moment as Trudy turns back around, blindly guiding her as your mind races for an answer to your question. "So, you accept?"
Your question confuses Trudy as her brows scrunch together and her lips pull up in a bewildered smile, eyes dazed as she glances up at you from her admiration of her new jewelry. "What'd mean?"
Your expression matches Trudy's as your ears go flat once again, "You accept my gift, yes? You will be my mate?"
Every muscle in Trudy's body tenses, a spark of searing pain beginning in the side of her neck shoots down her right shoulder and arm at the sudden tightening. Completely dumbfounded as she gaps at you with rounded eyes and an open mouth.
Mate?
You had to be mistaken, there's got to be someone else you're talking to or meant to give this gorgeous necklace to. Did you hit your pretty head and get all your wiring mixed up? Trudy always assumed you had been already courting someone, how could you not? You're so kind and caring, sweet as the sweetest piece of candy and so damn beautiful... Why would you chose Trudy?
Why would you chose a crippled, grouchy human over any of the dozens of eligible Na'vi that would crawl on their stomachs for your approval?
Nervous panic ripples through Trudy's body, sweat collecting in ever nook and crannie until Trudy's uncomfortably clammy. It was painful the twist of her heart breaking as Trudy gathers herself, preparing to tell the perfect woman no. Because God knows you don't deserve to be chained down to Trudy's annoying ass for eternity. Looking away for a moment to wipe the burning tear that has made it's way down her temple, Trudy catches Jake's stupid and cheeky wink he always gives to her. Of course that bastard knew and didn't tell her.
Trudy pauses to glare at Jake and his stupid little wave. If Jake knew, then you must have asked for permission as he is your chief, you must have sought out Mo'at as your spiritual leader for guidance, and Neytiri too as Tsakarem. Did you really go through all this effort just for her? Took the precious time out of your day to seek permission from everyone, create this masterpiece hanging from her neck, and still found the time to treat all your patients. Do you really deem Trudy as truly worthy of your companionship?
"I understand if the answer is no..." The quietness of your voice is like a knife twist to Trudy's heart. "Being mated to someone of a different species is not easy and The People are quite different from the Sky People." your voice cracks slightly as your sharp canine bites down on your bottom lip so hard Trudy's afraid you'll pierce the delicate skin. "I will leave, please keep the necklace–" you say, standing.
"No!" Trudy yells, snapping her arms out to catch your wrist before you full walk away. "I'm– I'm not hesitating because I don't accept. God, I would love to be mated to you..." Trudy admits, loosening her grip on your wrist as she guides you to sit back down. She pauses to think, intertwining her fingers with yours.
You both stare at your hands, Trudy's pinkie hanging out of the tight hold as further demonstration of your differences. "You're right, we're so different," Trudy begins, looking up into your hopeful gaze with uncertainty. "I'm not afraid of regretting my decision because I know there's no one better than you; I'm afraid you'll regret your decision because they're a hundred more better than me."
Your beautiful face sets into a hard frown, harsh lines drawn in your smooth features so deep Trudy wants to soothe them away. You stand, keeping your hold on Trudy's hand as you do, "Za'u oehu. Come with me, ma oeyä tsamsiyu."
Trudy lets your soft hands direct her off her seat, shivering at the slide of your hands down her body as you help support her as you begin walking, going further and further away from the celebration as you walk deeper into Pandora's jungle like forest. The world around you both comes to life at your presence, bioluminescence colors shifting at every brush of contact. If it wasn't for your strong body willing her forward, Trudy would find herself immobile as she stares at every glowing thing she sees.
"You're not secretly taking me into the forest to seek revenge against the Sky People, are you?" Trudy jokes, attempting to relieve some of the tension in the air. You look down at Trudy from her little place tucked into your side, helping her over a particularly big log as you do, "No, but I am going to teach you a lesson."
Trudy laughs at your response, "Whatever you say, mama."
Your destination soon comes into view as you part the thick leaves that block the pathway like a natural curtain. Trudy gawks at the meer sight of the giant illuminated tree standing before her, The Tree Of Souls so much more breathtaking up close than it is from the sky, assuming that's as close as Trudy would ever get to such a sacred place.
"Woah," Trudy breathes out, craning her neck to look at the mighty trunk and tree branches that spread out to form it's willow like appearance. "It's so... indescribable."
You smile down at Trudy as you let her go, letting her wander aimlessly through the long glowing vines that dangle down around you. Tenderly, you grab at a vine, the purplish-pink glow highlighting every shining freckle on your smiling face. Trudy finds herself resting her weight against the trunk of the tree, allowing herself to slide down it's smooth bark into the lush grass below, watching you fluidly move your body in and out of the many vines around you that reach out for your connection.
"I prayed to the Great Mother many times that she would guide me through my life, show me the right path for me as I try to live by Her grace and example every day." you says, hugging a handful of vines to your chest, closing your eyes as you drink in the presence of your ancestors through the simple touch. "I prayed she would send me a mate with a heart willing to love Her as much as I do; and She sent me broken soul instead, a soul that needed mending from their our self made torment."
Your eyes open, glistening with tears that match Trudy's, "And when I asked if this broken soul was meant for me, I got no response. And when I prayed for a sign that this soul cares for me as I do them..." your hand extends, unfolding to show the little stone Trudy gave you earlier.
Trudy holds her breath as you walk closer, kneeling between her spread legs until you're face to face. "You say there are a hundred better than you, but I believe the Great Mother hand picked you for me. You are perfect for me."
Warm tears stream down Trudy's flushed cheeks, a small smile pulling on her lips at the clear love pouring from your open soul, baring yourself fully to Trudy's fragile soul. Trudy cups your cheeks, running her thumb across the velvet skin, loving the warmth radiating from your bigger body. You mimic her, using both your hands to hold Trudy like she was precious glass. Your lips are soft and full under Trudy's fingers, the bioluminescent freckles decorating your body flash in a bright hue of white at the contact.
A soft smile graces Trudy's lips as she says, "Well, if I'm perfect for you, then you're otherworldly to me." You laugh at that, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. "Of course I'll be your mate." Trudy says, slowly pulling your head down so your foreheads could touch.
The world seems to pause as you slowly lean in, brushing your lips across Trudy's in a tantalizing but still cautious way, still seeking your approval before continuing. Trudy closes the space between you, savouring your reverent touch as you adapt to the size difference between you, slowly learning how to move together into a feverish rhythm.
Your long palms explore the plush of Trudy's upper thighs and waist, careful not to disturb her wounds as you try to meld your bodies together, desperate to feel more of her skin. Trudy shudders at the passionate touch, insecurities rising again as she feels you navigate your ways around her wounded arm and shoulder, shrinking away at your touch in hope of saving herself the embarrassment of you discovering your disgust for the marred skin.
You pull away from the kiss breathless, humming as you lick your lips. "Hmm, ma oeyä Tsawksyul tastes so good." you groan, stealing a quick peck on her lips before trailing down to her jaw and neck. You can feel the tension rising in Trudy's shaking body, stopping your exploratory touch as you focus on your search with your lips. "You are so beautiful, the most beautiful woman to exist."
"I'm pretty sure they're o– Trudy bites back a moan as you lay a sucking kiss on her pulse point, just barely grazing the soft skin with your teeth before kissing it again. "No, no others, you are the most divine to me." you correct, nudging your cheek across the expanse of her chest, whisper a kiss next to her leaf wrapping.
Your searing touch and praising words are endless as you munble your love into Trudy's dampened skin, kissing down the line between her good skin and still healing flesh, not fazed at the textured skin peeking out of her wraps when you kiss them. Your kisses go further, finding their way under Trudy's decorative top as it's discarded somewhere with your top.
A pleasant moan leaves your perfect lips when you lean forward to kiss Trudy's lips and your perfect tits bumps against hers, stiffened nipple gentle grazing on Trudy's so deliciously your clit begins to throb between your clenched thighs. You repeat the action, rubbing your sensitive nipples against hers until you both are a whimpering mess, legs entangling in search of any friction to ease the growing ache between your legs.
Trudy's head dips, small, calloused hand cupping your small breast in her palm as she takes your nipple into her hot mouth, tonguing at the pebbled bud until you're whining above her. Your hips flex down, grinding your cloth covered pussy on Trudy's bare thigh, allowing her to feel how wet you are through the soaked fabric. Trudy's hand finds it's place in your braids again, flexing her thigh just as you grind down, eliciting the prettiest noises from your swollen lips.
Trudy retracts her hand from your braids to fumble with the strings of your loincloth, trying to pull the offensive material off as quickly as you're taking off her's. You giggle at her eagerness, grabbing her hand and bringing it to your lips for a sweet kiss. "Let me do it, ma muntxate."
Your long, skilled fingers quickly untie the special tight knot holding both of your loincloths together, throwing the sticky clothing with your discarded tops. You're majestic; so mouthwatering it hurts as you kneel in all your glory before Trudy's hungry gaze. A intricate pattern of illuminated freckles paint your body, almost like a trail Trudy could follow down your perfect tits and slender waist, down your petite hips and onto the top of your smooth mound.
Trudy's mouth waters at the sight of you, watching your pupils blow wide until the gold is nothing more than a thin ring as she holding your gaze, soft tongue laying out to lick across your glowing marks, following the lines like a path to heaven as her tongue gently licks over your aching clit.
You crumble at the contact, desperate hands trying their hardest to be gentle with Trudy's smaller, battered body as you pull her to lay down on the lush grass under you, caging your much larging body around her. "You make me insane, ma oeyä Tsawksyul. It is not fair that you do not feel the same pleasure you give me." you groan, hooking Trudy's knee over your hip as your other leg straddles her thigh.
The smirk Trudy gives you is almost feral when your soaked cunts touch, drenched folds opening as you shift Trudy's leg, both of you gasping when your needy little bundle of nerves bump together.
"Fuck, mamas!" Trudy moans, pushing her pelvis up to meet yours as your hips move in a slow circle, the combined movements causing your tender buds to circle around each other in the most satisfying way. "D-Do that again." Trudy groans, wrapping her arm around your neck as you begin moving against each other.
The air is thick with the slick sounds of your sticky cunt grinding against Trudy's, the smell of sex tainting the air as Trudy's sweet scent invades your senses, the sweat coating your bodies helping you effortlessly glide against Trudy's body. Your head is buried in Trudy's neck, gulping down her scent as you lick and nip your marks into her tanned skin.
"You're so beautiful, so much more than I deserve." Trudy whimpers into your shoulder, clit twitching against yours as the mix of her's and your's slick puddle on the ground under you. You lift your head up from the side of her neck, legs shaking as you feel your walls begin to flutter. "You deserve the whole of Eywa'eveng."
Both your bodies tremble against each other, tired limbs tangled together as you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten, the mind numbing pleasure of your release just a breath away. Trudy's little moans and whines get louder as she clings to your body as a lifeline, the rhythmic throbbing of her clit on yours a clear sign to you that she's close as well.
You steal a soft kiss, beckoning her eyes to open as you gaze down at your beloved, "Cum for me, ma Tsawksyul."
Both of your cries of pleasure fill the night as your orgasms crash through you, sloppy kisses shared through heavy pants and soft whimpers fuel the little jerking in your hips, so addicted to the feel of Trudy's body under you as little zaps of pleasure going down your spine, into your oversensitive clit.
You're slow to dismount, careful to not jostle Trudy's arm as you shift her onto her side with you, face to face as hold her close to your chest. Trudy hums into your breasts that she's using as pillows, left hand following your freckles to the little mark right below your bottom lip. "Y'know you're never getting rid of me now."
You smile, kissing Trudy's palm as you pull her impossibility closer, "I would have it no other way."
a/n: ronal is such a bad bitch...i love her sm @neteyamssyulang @anemonelovesfiction
pairing: ronal x afab!human!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), fingerfucking
Ronal does not like you, a tawtute, in her clan, on her island, learning her ways, and it is very much irritating how you needed to check your oxygen levels every so often when you were following her around
apprenticing with Kiri to learn the ways of medicine, you’re a diligent student, one of her best, unfortunately, able to grab some of the best materials with your small but nimble materials
you could not swim as well or travel without a companion on the ilu, but you made friends quickly to gather materials
it frustrated Ronal how good you were, teaching Kiri and then teaching Neytiri
you acted as a second mother to Tsireya already and even Ao’nung had started to warm up to you because for all your kindness, you could still whip out a quick and clever insult
even worse, she had started to admire the curve of your body, your chest, your legs, and even the way your hair started to curl in the salt water
it frustrated her to no end, and she had started to limit her interactions with you because she wanted to court you so badly
unfortunately for her, she needed some specific materials to replenish her stock of medicine, and she knew that only you would be able to pluck the best material
standing outside of your marui pod, she calls your name, waiting for you to open the flaps and greet her
you step outside, bringing your hand to your hand and then extending it downward as you say oel ngati kameie, and you ask what brings her to your marui
Ronal purses her lips and returns the greeting and says that she needs you to collect a material from somewhere and that you would be best suited for the job
you nod your head, and she turns around, tail flicking behind her, as she calls for her ilu to bring you to the cove personally
the both of you sit in silence, but Ronal can’t stop thinking about you, your soft and small body writhing underneath her thick fingers
the whistles and clicks of her ilu snaps her out of her thoughts, and she waves them away as she slides into the water and attaches her kuru to the ilu’s
she gestures for you to get on the ilu, and you get on slowly, making sure to not slip on the ilu’s slippery skin as you sit down behind her
guiding her thoughts to the cove, the ilu rides steadily to the cove, staying above water until they’re far out from the island and arrive at a large rock formation
she tells you that it’s underneath the water and that she will guide you to the inside of the cave, and you nod and get off of the ilu and tread in the water
Ronal takes a breath and dives under the water, looking for the txampaysye to attach to make tsaheylu with and give her breath underneath the water
you have your oxygen tank, and she dives deep under the water, swimming to the entrance of the cove and swimming in until she reaches the pocket of air on the inside
you rise out of the water, and she points to where the material is, tucked away in a small corner above the water that only thin and small hands could access
all the best of the plant were tucked all the way in the back and also required a tool the Metkayina did not have or a slender arm
it was just easier to recruit you rather than find a Metkayina that was slim and slender in the arms
you nod and easily collect the material, detaching it carefully from the rock and making sure none of the leaves or fruits were damaged as you placed it into the basket
Ronal watches you in the water as you finally collect enough for her, and you walk to her with a beaming smile
she just stares at you and rises out of the water, detaching the txampaysye and letting it glide back into the water, it would stay there until she returned
sitting on the backs of her calves, she’s face to face with you, glaring at you, and you look confused and perhaps a little frightened as you clutch the basket close to you
she hisses out what sort of magic you have casted on her, what tawtute weapon had you used to get her heart to beat fast whenever she was near you, to make her words stutter and trip whenever you smiled at her, to have her body warm and flush whenever you even glanced at her
you look surprised, mouth opening and closing, unsure of how to respond, and Ronal frowns and waits for you to respond
when you respond saying that you hadn't done anything to her, she knows it’s true and scowls and turns to look away, ears pinning down
you say that she likes you, but the end of your statement lilts up, indicating more of a question
Ronal snaps her head back to you and says that she does, that she wants you, and your lips slightly part, plush and soft
she wishes she could run her fingers over them, but she settles for beckoning you to come closer to her
you walk closer until your feet bump against her knees, and she says that begrudgingly she wants to court you, to bring you into her family
your head nods dumbly, and Ronal nods back, before pressing her lips together and asking if you were curious about any of the courting rituals, they had to be different from the Omatikaya ones
you just wave and laugh nervously, stumbling over your words before blurting out that you were a little curious about the sex life in the Metkayina
her eyebrows raise in surprise as she tilts her head toward you, and you clam up, freezing in your spot in horror at what you had just said
Ronal blinks, thinking about whether or not to entertain your request or not, and she looks over you once, the way your clothes stick to you and how your hair has started to dry
she hooks two fingers into the band of your tewng to tug you down to sit on the floor
you do so obediently, still a bit dazed from asking your question, and the tsahik just spreads your legs wide and drags your hips to rest on her hips
there’s a slight sound of surprise that escapes you, but you don’t make any move to get away
she pulls your tewng to the side and slides her thumb against your clit, pressing the pad of her thumb into the small and sensitive nub, and you gasp
Ronal hums, pressing her thumb in slow experimental circles, making you moan and mewl in pleasure, the sound slightly muffled by the mask
it’s a sweet high-pitched sound, and she wishes you could take the mask off so that she could hear you clearly
for now, she continues to rub her thumb against your clit, listening to your small whines and whimpers, and your thighs slightly twitch where they rest at the sides of her own legs
moving her fingers down, Ronal slides a finger into your pussy, humming as the warmth envelops her fingers, and you whine out her name loudly, resting your head on the cave floor as you close your eyes in pleasure
she thrusts her finger in and out of you slowly, experimentally, figuring out what made you gasp or whimper or whine
she would show you what it meant to receive pleasure in the Metkayina clan
Ronal slides another finger into your soaked pussy, listening to your strangled sound at the stretch, and your hips buck toward her, trying to take her deeper
your cunt clenches down on her, and you keen loudly as your hips grind against her fingers
she lets you ride her fingers until you’re breathless and finally calm down and open up your eyes to look at her
she tilts her heads at how quickly you had come and begins thrusting her fingers in you again, a choked moan coming out of you
she’s curious about your limits as a human
this was her first time with a human, the first time a Metkayinan had ever engaged with a human so intimately, and she was curious to know everything about you
a/n: neytiri is such a milf, and i stand on this @neteyamssyulang @anemonelovesfiction
pairing: neytiri x afab!na'vi!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), scissoring
you take a another sip of the drink in your hand, watching as Neytiri dances by the fires, skin sweaty as she twirls around with Jake
she laughs and walks away toward the fire, waving Jake off to go and dance with Tsu’tey or Norm, and she walks over to you
blinking up at her, you try and greet her, but your words come out slurred and blurry
she frowns down at you, hands prying your drink from your fingers, and your ears pins back as you try and take the drink back, fingers slow and clumsy as they grip weakly onto her arm
Neytiri just hisses at you, just enough to get you to back down, and you release her, looking back down at the ground and swaying slightly
she sighs and puts the drink down, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you up, only slightly wobbly in her step from her own drinks
you don’t think twice and lean into the touch, crushing most of her weight into her, but she doesn’t seem to care as she leads you back to your sleeping pod
the both of you twist through the paths, but you’re tired and don’t want to walk anymore
sitting down on the floor, you refuse to move, shaking your head and pouting at her, and she lets go of your hand, too tired to try and argue with you
you don’t let go, keeping a loose grip on her fingers, and you slur our for her to stay with you, just for the night please
Neytiri says she should go back to the celebration, she is the olo’eyktan and tsahik’s daughter after all
you feel tears brim in her eyes, and you whine and pin your ears back, giving her a wide watery stare to try and convince her to stay
for a second, she looks back to the noise of the party, but then she looks down at you, resolve breaking down as she sees the familiar tears well up in your eyes
Neytiri sits down next to you, and you lean into her, the both of you just breathing and letting the fuzz of the drink fill your head
you turn your head, lips only a mere breath from hers, and you can’t help it as your eyes trace her features: her jaw, her beautiful golden eyes, her full lips
your hands move on their own, grabbing gently onto her face and turning it towards you
she looks bewildered, brows moving upward in surprise, but she makes no move to stop you as you admire her features
the slope of her nose, the long lashes of her face, the slight sheen of sweat sticking to her skin, the tightly woven braids in her hair
she looks so beautiful, like the beauty of Eywa reincarnated, and you breathe out a question, if you can kiss her
Neytiri looks at you in surprise, hands coming up to cover yours, but she leans her head forward, crashing her lips towards yours
it’s messy and painful, teeth clacking together and fangs digging into your flesh, but you moan all the same, trying to bring her in closer and closer
you’re practically in her lap as you kiss her, and you grind down on her, tail flicking in the air behind you as you whine
she grabs onto the base of your kuru and tugs lightly, making you whine and part from your lips to look at her with blown pupils
her eyes are similarly blown with lust, gaze completely focused on you and how she can see the slight perk of your nipples through your threaded top
she can see the way your chest heaves up and down, and her fingers massage the base of your kuru, causing you to gasp and buck your hips into her
you whine out that you need her, pleasure overwhelming and hazy as you grind down on her, trying to find as much friction as possible
Neytiri wastes no time, fingers only slightly trembling and missing the buttons a few times as she tried to focus through the alcoholic haze
finally, she undoes the loop wrapping around your tail and pulls off your bottoms as you fumble with her own tewng, fingers slipping and getting tangled with the ties
but you eventually manage to unwrap the final tie holding her tewng to her hips, and it falls down to the ground
you nearly drool at the sight of her bare pussy, wanting to get a taste, but she simply grabs onto your shoulder and flips you on your back, slotting her legs between yours
one of her hand holds onto the back of your thighs, pressing the front of it down to the ground next to your torso, and her other hand presses into your stomach
her clit grinds directly into yours, and you whine and scramble at the tree bark underneath you for any purchase
Neytiri groans at the feeling, moving her hips to keep grinding herself you, and the slick sound of her pussy sliding against yours fills the air
you can’t help but whine out her name, begging her to let you cum, and she breathes that of course you can, of course you can cum on her
the pleasure fills your every sense, overflowing from you and saturating your body, and it bursts in your head as you cum with a high keen of her name
Neytiri pants as she listens to your pitiful mewls, letting you ride your high and buck your hips into hers as she chases her own pleasure
you look up at her with those half-lidded eyes of yours, glinting in the slight light of the moons, and your lips are parted as you let out another moan
her fingers dig into your flesh, sure to leave fingerprint sized bruises the next day as she moans out your name and cums on your pussy
she takes her pleasure from you, desperately grinding into your cunt as she lets the waves of pleasure rock through her
finally, the buzz dies down, and she releases your leg from her hold, and she falls down next to you, thighs still intertwined as she kisses you again
you whimper and bring her close, but you quickly fall asleep, eyes fluttering shut and tail coming up to wrap around her thigh
perhaps she and you would regret this in the morning, but for now, the two of you lay underneath the canopy, inseparable from each other
Ever since you became Ronal's girlfriend, you felt eyes everywhere. Of course that was to be expected with you dating the Tsahík, but lately, you'd been sensing an extra pair burning a hole through you. Not to mention you've gained a.. stalker? More like a secret admirer. You would tend to find small gifts placed in your hut. Necklaces, bracelets that consisted of your favorite colors, and even handmade tops.
But the most odd "gift" you received from this person was their strands of hair.
No, not just a strand, an entire chunk of it.
And each time you'd look around to figure out who, or what it was, the feeling disappeared. "Yawntutsyìp, is everything alright?" Ronal snaps you from your thoughts, rubbing a soft hand on your back. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." You flash a pained smile as she nodded, going back to eating. You sat in the common square, surrounded by the village as they all ate their supper. As Ronal conversed with those around her, you poked around at your food, appetite completely lost.
Unknown to you, your ex girlfriend was the one who's been creeping on you. She found amusement in this, knowing that you're indirectly looking for her. Your relationship together may have been over, but her undying love for you surely wasn't. She sometimes thought about killing Ronal, imagining how she'd execute it, and how you would come running back to her after. As she stares at you from behind, a she feels the urge to do exactly what she's been wishing for since you'd gotten with Ronal. Easy access. All she had to do was stick her blade into her spine and—
Stop. Getting too carried away.
Neytiri reaches for the small note she wrote for you, standing from her seat, "accidently" dropping it in your lap, walking away. You felt a thin leaf land into your lap. Your brows furrow in confusion, checking your sides to see who could have dropped it. You unfold the light emerald colored leaf, reading something written in black ink.
Ultxa si piak säpi pum txal pxiut.
Meet by the back palm tree.
"Hm." You quietly hum, still eyeing the note. "I'll be back soon." You tell your girlfriend, but doubt she heard you. Sighing, you stood up. Making your way to the desolate bunch of palm trees. The sky was dark and the saplings stood tall. You'd be terrified to be here alone if you didn't know any better. "Um, hello? Is someone here?" You call out. After a few moments when no one answers, you grew impatient. Just as you huff and begin leave the area, you feel a rough tug on your hair. "Ow! What the-" You yelped, pulling back from the source and turning your body. Your eyebrows furrow at what you see, body hot. "Neytiri..?" You scoff. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Your tone becomes aggressive and cold.
A shit faced smirk forms on Neytiri's face. "The fuck is so funny?" You scoff, face dropping in disbelief. She softly frowns, stepping closer to you and cupping your cheek in her palms. "Hi, baby.." She sighs, tracing her finger down your body. "Oh, I missed you so much." You looked up at her, eyes filled with daze. "H-Have you been, stalking me?" You ask quietly, swallowing back a gulp.
"I wouldn't call it stalking. Just.. random acts of love, hm?" She cocks her head toward you, now running her fingers through your hair, which turns into her pulling your head to her face, crashing her lips into yours. She wastes no time as her tongue slithered it's way into your mouth. You gasp at the sudden kiss, eyes widening as you're pulled into her. As your mouths meet, a wave of shock and arousal washes over you. This is wrong. Fuck, so wrong.
You weakly attempt to push Neytiri away, feeling her smirk against your lips as her arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer. The heat rises in your bodies as the two of you moan into the kiss. She walks you back into a tree, breaking the kiss and pushing you down onto the soft moss beneath you. You lay back on your elbows, wiping your mouth from her saliva. She gazes down at you, untying her top and, dropping to your level. She spits on your tummy, sliding her tongue upward, stopping in between your breasts. A small part of you felt hesitant to go through with this, yet you were still having trouble controlling the desire you had for her, considering your past together.
"Neytiri, we shouldn't-" You say with a whimper as she brings a hand up to your tits, circling a finger around your nipples and snaking her tongue upward. Squeezing your eyes shut, you held back a moan, but not for long. The second she began grinding her clothed pussy against yours, you lost control. Bucking your hips up as you pull her closer to you. "There's my dirty girl," She hums, now opening your wet folds and toying with your clit. Neytiri reaches behind her, unraveling the loincloth from around her excited tail and pulling it down. She gives your cunt one last touch, licking your slickness off of her fingers as she sat up. She glances down at your middle, "Take this off for mommy, hm?" Without hesitation, you're sliding the flimsly loincloth down. She smiles, licking her fangs and parting your thighs open, climbing on top of you.
You let out a jagged moan as your clits meet with each other. "Oh fuck.." Your lower muscles contract. "Did you miss me?" She whispers in your ear teasingly, grinding herself on your cunt leans down, pinning your wrists back. "Hm? Tell me baby. Tell me how much you've missed me." She lets out a soft, guttural moan. You mewled, eyes shifting down to where your two bodies meet, the sensation of your juices mixing together causing the woods to fill with low, wet sounds, along with your moans syncing together. "Say it." She snaps her hips, slowing down before coming to a halt. "Say it, or else I'll stop."
You frantically nod. "Y-Yes, yes I missed you.. fuck, please don't stop." You cry out in a low whine. Voice almost filled with shame. You wanted to feel terrible about cheating on Ronal, but you just couldn't. Not right now.
Neytiri inches her face to yours, leaving soft, wet kisses around your glowing freckles. "Gooood girl.." Before going back to humping your cunt, she finds your breasts, scissoring the nub with both of her fingers. You back arches at the matching pleasure, clit growing sensitive as well as your nipples. The sensation of your juices mixing only made you crave more of her. You loved the way she settled and bounced on you. Each rub sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body. "I missed you s-so much mommy," You moan again, forcing your eyes open as you grind your clit along hers.
"Yeah, I know you did." She wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing your airways before slamming you down. "And you know why you missed me?" She began to lick stripes up your neck, leaving marks that will definitely be visible later. "Because you're a slut. You're a fucking slut, yeah? Tell mommy how much you couldn't resist her." You could feel her pussy growing needier, as was yours. Your heart rate increasing. So, so, close to cumming. "I-I wanna cum mommy! Please, please let me cum," you whimper. "No. You're not cumming until you tell me what I wanna hear." She teased, leaning down to your ear, fucking you faster as her moans fill up your lobe. "Tell me you love me." She simply whispers, earning a strained moan from you. "No.. I love Ronal, I can't-" She pushes you down again, lowly growling. "You love her, huh? But you're letting me fuck you? That's some love." She snarles. The pressure was building inside of you. Any word you said came out as incoherent babbles and pleads. "So pathetic.. look at you coming undone for me. Bet that bitch couldn't do this to you, huh?"
"I'm gonna cum soon, and you're gonna do exactly what I said, aren't you?" Neytiri's clit against yours is now slowing down, a more sensual, needy pace. "Yes mommy.." You breathe out, tears rolling down your cheeks from the edging. "I love you, I love you so fucking much.. please, I wanna- I wanna cum so bad!" You whimper, attempting to speed her hips, but to no avail. "Mmmmm, that's mommy girl." She smirks in satisfaction, bouncing against your clit to get you there again.
You're close. So close. Just need one more push, one more thrust. "Cum. Cum for me now." You wasted no time. The tightening coil in your stomach began to unravel, a feeling of bliss that only she could get you to. The two of you moaning in unison is sweet music to your ears. You let out a loud, and long moan, limbs shaking and toes curling. As your high came down, the two of you pant. She crawls off of you, leaving another kiss on your nose. "You know you'll always be mommy's favorite girl, won't you?" You flutter your eyes open, weakly nodding with a whine. "Yes.." You say below a breath. "Mm, I know you will. And I'll always be better than the next one." She stands from her position, finding her loincloth and slipping it back on. "Think of me whenever you fuck your girlfriend, or the next time you try tell her you love her."
Hours had passed and the eclipse moved overhead out of sight. Soft light emerged through the leaves and cast warmth onto your cooled skin, the heavy humidity finally hit its precipice to fall as a soft mist. It woke you from your heavy slumber and weighty limbs moved you to an upright position.
Neytiri had not slept a wink. The heat inside of her developed into an exciting buzz that kept her on her toes, waiting for any movement from you. Her mind ran through possible scenarios to come: you willingly giving in, being scared but still doing as she says or even fighting back. None of these worried her because she knew that no matter what, she would have you.
Her upright ears twitched forward to follow your new movements and a small grin made its way to her lips. You had awoken.
Memories of the evening before slammed back into your mind and you immediately started checking yourself and the surroundings for any danger. Things seemed to be clear and nothing had gotten you in your sleep. Relief washed through your tense body and plans for finding your way back to the team formed.
You emerged from your grove of tree roots to begin the long walk back to where the team first landed, or at least until you were back in range of the other com-calls. Soft chirps and the drizzle of rain became music to your ears during the trek. Unknown to you Neytiri followed above, her movements less graceful than they were before. Now they were more aggressive...crouching and crawling her way through the trees. The hormones surging through her body transformed her into a different being. Years of training lost, she forgot how to move unnoticed.
You could hear it above you. Something had found you and decided that you were it's next meal. The heavy thumping of your combat boots picked up alongside your heart rate. You changed your course and zig-zagged through large shrubs, under massive leaves, and over moss covered rocks.
The development of your leisurely pace to a slight jog had only excited her more. Senses amplified, Neytiri could smell you through the rain. She could feel your heartbeat pumping in her ears. Your fear in her stomach.
You halted to a stop. Where were you going? You know you could never outrun any of Pandora's wildlife, your only hope was to find your team but you strayed far from the path a long time ago. Y/E/C orbs scanned the surrounding area, searching for something unknown. Maybe the path back? But more likely, the thing that was following you.
A blue figure was crouching on a branch high above the ground across from you. A new fear dawned through your body, and it moved you before your brain could tell it to. Your feet fled in the opposite direction and all you could think about was getting away.
A frenzy had started.
Neytiri lept up and ran across the tree limbs before her. She quickly gained on you and eventually ahead of you to where she could drop down to the wet grass.
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The rain beat down across your face and your feet slipped through mud, but that never stopped you. The giant Na'vi that dropped down in front of you did.
A scream ripped out of your throat and you fell back.
The alien before you crouched down and glared hard into your eyes. You had never met a real native before, so to suddenly have the unique being before you had left you shocked.
The powerful and lean limbs stretched on and on... distinct stripes painted across them. Big yellow cat eyes stared.
Fear still burned deep inside you.
You slowly started to crawl backwards... and the woman mirrored the movement to cawl after you.
"Please, I mean no harm!"
Neytiri tisked at the first words you spoke to her.
"I'm only trying to find my way back." Your voice wavered out.
"I do not care..." Was spit out in return. Her scrutinizing gaze burned all over you, taking in every detail that stood out to her.
Your mind raced with any possible way to get out of this situation, but it kept short-circuiting, once an idea popped up it ran blank with the fear and danger hovering in front of you. "I'll do anything! Just, please, don't hurt me!" Begging is the only thing making sense to your rushed mind right now.
"Hm, I know you will," Neytiri said with a blank look. She only cared about the burning heat between her thighs, and the delicious scent you put off, like the sweetest fruit Pandora had to offer mixed with fear and tears. She couldn't get enough of it.
And this is what brought her closer to you, her bow now taken off of her back and pointed down to your throat. The tip of it tilted your chin up, your view of the Na'vi was wavered with tears, but you couldn't ignore the beauty in front of you. She slowly leaned down over you.
"You will not move, or I will kill you. Understand?"
"Yes!"
This answer seemed to satisfy her, for she paused in thought, staring at you as if to read your expression and see if you were lying or not.
She threw her bow aside into the damp flora. She had decided to believe you, besides if you did try anything she knew that you were no match for her. So she watched your small body lay in the mud and tried to decide what to do with you.
Neytiri dropped to her hands and knees above you, a small 'rah!' slipped her lips, her aggression getting the best of her. You flinched at the sudden movement and sound, your reaction seemed to satisfy her. She dipped her nose down to your neck and sniffed hard, taking in your intoxicating scent. It soothed her, but at the same time made the fire burn hotter.
She sat up above your body and tried to figure out what to do with your annoying clothing, pulling the knife from her hip, she grabbed the front of your T-shirt and sliced the cotton.
You gasped at the brutal action, "W-what are you doing?"
"Removing your clothing." She ripped your bra next.
"Stop!" Your hands covered your chest, trying to save your modesty.
But Neytiri did not like this, "What did I tell you!" She hissed in your face and brought both of your wrists above your head with her one hand. "You are MINE." How could you not understand this? You were really starting to frustrate her...
Your shorts and underwear were next. She crawled down the length of your body and pried your legs apart, kneeling between them she took a deep breath in of your heat, "Wait! Not there!" your pleas fell on deaf ears and she delved into you, drinking in anything you had to give her. She had to have a taste of you before starting.
You couldn't believe it, the way it felt, you were supposed to be yelling but only moans escaped your throat. Your face burned in shame. Your hips bucked in pleasure. The hands held by her grasp escaped and tried to push her head away. Show growled into you and held them down by your sides.
Bold licks lapped through your folds. Neytiri slurped every juice up. She loved the sounds you made, especially the pleas to stop. They were amusing, you both knew she wouldn't, and that deep down you didn't want her to.
Your clit throbbed against the wet heat of her mouth and your walls tightened around nothing. 'No, no, no. Don't cum...' your thoughts screamed out, but your body would do what it wanted. And it did. Hard.
Your cum squirted into Neytiris' mouth and she swallowed everything. Your body thrashed under her hold, but it didn't budge her, if anything it spurred her on. Her mouth stayed attached until you went limp in the mud.
She stood up and started to undo her top, letting it drop, her bottoms followed next.
Your body shook with the aftermath of her. The sight of Neytiri undressing brought a new bolt of fear through your body and you turned over to crawl away. To nobody's shock, she grabbed your ankle and dragged you back over to her.
"Now, now little one, we are not done." She finally smiled during the interaction. Her large hands grasped you around your waist, and she laid back to bring you above her, your legs scissoring between hers. Your weight pressed your wet heat against her own and you both gasped out at the contact.
Finally, Neytiri was getting what she needed. Her large hands covered the expanse of your torso and she used them to guide your body. Rutting your hips down onto her own, she used you to pleasure herself.
You could feel her wetness seeping between your thighs, sticking you two together with her need. Wet squelches came from you both and you looked down at the blue woman, her eyes squeezed shut, jaw dropped and ears pointed back... God, she was beautiful. Unknown to yourself, your hips started to move on their own accord, your hands pressed down onto Neytiris' hard stomach.
It felt too good, you couldn't help it, you might as well give in...
NO! You were supposed to be scared, disgusted, and revolted. But your mind kept getting caught up in the sight below you. Her mound was glistening with slick, your's and her's mixed together, you kept getting a peek of it every time she brought your hips back and forward. Dark blue folds molded with your own... and you loved it.
Neytiri could feel her orgasm coming up on her quick. Her little toy felt so good against her, it was exactly what she needed. Little 'ah ah ah's were slipping from her mouth and she couldn't bring herself to care. The lean muscles of her body tensed tight and the pleasure bowed her back. With a low whine, Neytiri came long and intense under you,
You thought it was coming to an end as her rutting slowed down but it never stopped. Of course it wasn't over! She was in heat and this meant that she wasn't stopping until she was satisfied, and from previous experience, she wasn't done until she just about passed out.
Your clit started to throb again. It was coming back and you had to try to hold it off. To distract your mind you stared down at Neytiri's tits, Her small buds shook with every thrust and your mouth watered...
Fuck it.
You leaned forward and took one into your mouth. Neytiri let out a strangled moan and brought a large hand to your head to push you closer to her.
You sucked, nipped, and bit at her until they were swollen and raw. Yet, this still only distracted you for a little while. Your pussy was clenching hard, and before you could pull away from her chest your orgasm washed over you. Your face scrunched up in pleasure and you pulled the woman below you closer. Hips bucking hard against her own.
God this felt so fucking good.
Neytiri chuckled at the little human lying on top of her. So you finally gave in to her? It was faster than she had anticipated, but she wasn't going to complain. She loved to watch you hump yourself above her. Maybe she would have to keep you around. Her own little toy she could play with whenever she wanted.
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AN: Omg this took forever to write, I'm so sorry to anybody that wanted the second part. Anyways hope you liked it! feedback is always appreciated :)
Tonowari x Ronal x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Jake x Neytiri
kinkmas masterlist
warnings: 18+ MDNI! p in v, teasing from all of em, minor age gap between the reader and everyone else, orgasm denial, oral(Male and Fem receiving), snuggles afterwards
Tonowari was very careful, his hands gently gripped your hips as he eased you down on his cock.
“Feelin’ alright baby?” Jake whispered to the right of you
“Mhm…” You whimpered
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Neytiri smiled, her hand resting on your shoulder
“So compliant…” Ronal commented “Today.” She scoffed
This had become a routine. For one week, you were with Jake and Neytiri, and the next week, you went with Tonowari and Ronal. Once the two week period would end, all five of you would spend a night together and you were given the rest of that week as a break for yourself, then the cycle started all over again.
“C’mon baby, you’re doing so good.” Jake urged you on, his hand reaching to your clit
You gasp and your walls gush around Tonowari, making him hiss.
“She’s- she’s about to come.” Tonowari stuttered, trying to pull you off of him
Once again for the third time tonight, your orgasm was ruined by one of them.
It was for your own good, they said.
It was a punishment.
“Oh come on baby, don’t look at me like that.” Jake coos at you, his strong arms pulling you against him
Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared up at Jake, if any one of them were to break it would be Tonowari, but it didn’t hurt to try it with Jake.
“I said sorry.” You cried to him
“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you were a hard headed brat with both of us.” He reminded you
“I was having a hard time!” You cried harder
You felt another hand creep up your side, cooler to the touch. You looked back and saw Neytiri.
Her eyes softened when she saw tears on your cheeks.
“It hurts.” You whine to them
“It’s alright.” Jake reassured you, his hand now sneaking back between your legs.
Her gently caressed your tender thighs, easing you to open them for him. He couldn’t help but groan when his fingers breeched your tight, wet hole.
“You’ve been doing so good for us. Don’t give it up now.” Ronal urged you
“Sweet little pussy is just gushing, isn’t she?” Jake teased, making a dreamy sigh fall from your lips
“Please…” You cried up to him, he frowned down at you disappointedly
“What do you think? Should I let her cum on my fingers?” Jake asked no one in particular
“Go easy on her, she’s been working so hard Ma’Jake.” Neytiri’s soft tone surprised you, you look back at her with pleading eyes as Jake worked your little pussy with his thick fingers
“This is why she acts the way she acts. You two go way too easy on her.” Ronal scoffed, making Tonowari laugh at her hypocrisy
Usually, it was Tonowari that let you get away with just about anything but Ronal never stepped in to stop him from spoiling you, so they were both at fault.
“Such a good slut for me, aren’t ya?” Jake grunted, ignoring Ronal’s comment.
You whine, clinging to him for dear life.
“Let her cum.” Tonowari stated simply, earning a slight glare from Ronal.
“You’re almost there.” Neytiri whispered in your ear “Let it out.”
You whine again, grinding against Jake now. Finally, you are able to release. Though your bliss is short lived because you’re immediately being pulled onto Jake’s lap on his big cock. The stretch made you cry out, it always did.
“So whiny today.” Neytiri cooed in your ear “Aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” You breathed deeply
“That’s alright baby.” Jake mumbled as he found his rhythm inside you “I like your little sounds.”
Neytiri reached around to play with your clit, making you moan louder.
“I love her sounds too.” Tonowari smiled as his hand found the small of your back, he leaned forward kissing your neck
“So it’s you that spoils her?” Jake teased Tonowari, who gave him a nasty look
“She’s good for me.” Tonowari defended “Can’t say the same for you two.”
“Is that true baby?” Jake asked you “You’re only bad for us?”
“M’ not bad.” You whine
Ronal and Neytiri share a look.
“You lyin’ now?” Jake chuckled
You can’t respond as Jake had hit a particular spot that made you see stars.
“Let me show you how good she is for us.” Tonowari suggested to Jake
Jake shrugged, lifting you off of his cock.
You whine at the now emptiness. Tonowari puts your on your knees, facing Ronal.
“You know what to do.” Tonowari urged you forward
You nod, adjusting your hips so your ass pointed perfectly up at him. Ronal reaches down and pushes your hair from your face and she finally spreads her legs for you, giving you access to her pussy.
You can smell the arousal coming from her, and your tongue eagerly dives in.
Your tongue swirls around her clit, exploring and teasing it until she is gasping in pleasure. You feel her hips bucking against your tongue, and you can't help but feel a thrill of pleasure from it.
At the same time, you feel Tonowari’s presence behind you. You can feel the hard length of him pressing against you, you whine as he rubbed the thick tip against your throbbing clit. You feel him sliding inside of you, filling you up with his thick, hard cock.
You feel him thrusting in and out of you, his movements getting faster and more intense as you continue to pleasure Ronal with your tongue. With each thrust from Tonowari, you work her clit harder, pushing her closer to the edge.
“You’re right there aren’t you?” Ronal teased as she held your hair back
“So good with her tongue, this one.” Neytiri praised you from beside Ronal
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm, along with her body trembling with pleasure. Your orgasm is building and intensifying until it takes over your body, and you can feel her body quaking with pleasure as she comes with you. You collapse onto her in exhaustion.
Just as you begin to calm down, Tonowari pulls you up against him and begins to roughly thrust into you, little whines and gasps escape you as he ruts into you.
“Why can’t you always be a good girl, huh?” Jake asked you, now on his knees in front of you as Tonowari fucked you
“I am!” You whined
“Tsk, well if you were, you wouldn’t have been punished.” Jake lectured, as his hand palmed his cock “Hm…”
He put the tip of his cock on your lips, letting rest there until you opened up for him. You give him little kitten lick on his tip, making him groan down at you.
“Mmm, you are good with your tongue, aren’t you baby?” Jake smirked down at you. “C’mon, don’t tease me now.”
You start by licking his length from base to tip, letting your tongue play with the head before taking him into your mouth. His hands involuntarily move to your hair, tugging at it gently as you take him deeper. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and the pleasure of his reaction to your touch.
At the same time, you can feel the Tonowari behind you. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you, as he thrusts himself deep into you. His hard thrusts pushing you to take the Jake deeper in your throat.
You feel them both now, their pleasure and desire. Jakes hips start to thrust, pushing himself further and further into your mouth, as the other man behind you starts to thrust into you, each stroke hitting you in just the right spot.
“Doing so well.” Tonowari growled
Neytiri laid on her stomach, watching the three of you in awe.
Jake was basically fucking your face now.
“Mm- Ng- I’m gonna- fuck, gonna cum.” Jake grunted, his pace never letting up
You feel him spill it down your throat, making you gag around him. He pulls out of your mouth, holding your face with his big hands.
“Did so good.” He mumbled “Why don’t you cum for Tonowari again? C’mon baby, milk him dry.” He whispered in your ear
You cry out, clinging onto Jake.
Your body is trembling with desire. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure straight to your core. You can feel your orgasm rising up within you, and you can't stop it.
Your body is trembling as the orgasm takes hold. You can feel your muscles tighten around Tonowari’s thick cock as you cum.
Your breathing is heavy and your heart is pounding. You can feel the pleasure radiating through your body as you reach the peak of your orgasm.
The pleasure is intense and it lingers, even after Tonowari has pulled out. You can feel the afterglow radiating through your body, and you can't help but smile up at Jake, who was still praising you.
You feel someone grip your thighs but you couldn’t bring yourself to look back. Their fingers prod at your puffy clit, and you try not to whine at the stimulation. You feel their tongue lap at your abused little hole. Suddenly you feel another tongue down there. You snap your head back, finding Neytiri and Ronal there. You cry again, the overstimulation becoming far too much for you. Tonowari had come around to your front now, next to Jake, watching you cling on to him for dear life while tears fall from your eyes.
“Please- I can’t take anymore!” You cry to Jake, embracing him tightly as you tried to wiggle away from Ronal and Neytiri
“Mm, you were doing so good…” Tonowari tsked “Maybe if you promise to always be good we’ll give you a break, huh? How does that sound?”
“I pr-promise to always be good! Please!” You cry
Neytiri pulls away first “So sweet, paskalin.”
Ronal takes a second before she pulls away, paying extra attention to your puffy, sensitive clit. She pulls away eventually with a “pop”.
You collapse into Jakes arms, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Oh, poor thing. Did we go too far?” Jake cooed, holding you against his broad chest as you were trying not to sob
Neytiri wipes her mouth before planting a kiss atop your head, telling you how good you did. Ronal places a hand on your back, her face neutral.
Jake and Tonowari lay back with you in between them, their size both engulfing you completely. Tonowari peppers sweet kisses on your neck while Jake wipes your tears away.
“You see what happens when you’re a bad girl?” Jake murmured, “Promise to be a good girl again.”
“I promise to be a good girl.” You hiccup
“So good.” Tonowari tells you
Neytiri lays behind Jake, propped up on his shoulder, her arm reached over and her hand gently caressed your hip. You could see where Ronal was, but you were sure she couldn’t have been very far.
Jake leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, something none of them had done all night.
“Rest now, we are not done with you.” Tonowari whispered
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, p in v, getting caught, exhibitionism.
You wanted to cover you face in embarrassment, your eyes scanned the area as Jake roughly thrusted into you at an animalistic pace.
He had both of your hands behind your back, so saving yourself from possible embarrassment was nearly impossible.
He had convinced you with a promise of “Just the tip.” And now here you were, bent over a large tree root with your hands behind your back as he fucked you.
“Takin’ me so well.” Jake grunted “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
He slows down and pulls you close against him so you can feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands move over your body, exploring every inch of you as he kisses your neck and squeezes your hips and ass. He leaves no part of you untouched, leaving you needy for him over and over.
He whispers words of adoration to you as his hands continue to move all over your body, your little breathless moans egging him on.
His kisses get more and more passionate, and you feel the intensity of his desire. His hips move faster and faster, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as you're about to reach your orgasm, he pulls out, and you feel a wave of disappointment wash over you.
Jake flips you over and pulls you close again, then he kisses you hungrily. He pushes himself inside of you once more and you gasp in pleasure. His thrusts become more and more powerful and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. He whispers words of love and encouragement in your ear.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of rustling leaves and another figure appears. Neither of you notice her presence as you are both lost in the moment, but she doesn't seem to care. She looks at you two with a knowing smile, slowly creeping up behind Jake.
“And what are you two doing?” Her smooth voice rang through your ears
“Neytiri…” You moaned
Her head popped over Jakes broad shoulder, her hands slipped around his waist to your thighs.
She hikes them up, giving Jake better access to you. She uses her own hips to push him in deeper, making your moan louder.
Jakes hand snapped up to your mouth. “You need to shut up. Gonna get us caught.”
“You’ve already been caught.” Neytiri smirked as she bucked against him again, making his cock drive further into you.
“Careful now… she’s about to cum.” Jake grumbled
“Ma’Jake, why haven’t you let our little tanhi cum?” Neytiri scolded as she bucked against him again
“She was bein’ a little tease.” He grunted as began to set his own pace
“No reason to deny her the pleasure.” Neytiri rolled her eyes at him, reaching back around to rub your clit
As you’re being pulled towards your orgasm, Jake pulls you up and against his chest, patting your head to rest on his shoulder.
You come face to face with Neytiri, and she smiles down at your fucked out face.
She leans in, capturing your lips in hers.
You moan into her mouth as you finally are pushed over the edge, your orgasm completely ripping through you.
Jake followed you over the edge soon after that, burying his cum deep inside of your abused pussy.
“My turn.” Neytiri teased before she bit down in your neck, making you whimper.
✧Summary~Your teachers notice you’re a little off, so they help you relieve some stress so you can focus.
✧Warnings~ Fingering, they do it on a skimwing, size difference, dom!neytiri, dom!ronal, sub!reader, threesome(FFF), teasing, slight edging and overstim, age difference(but they’re all of age.) and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33
It was almost eclipse, and both Ronal and neytiri were still training with you diligently. Your mind starts to wander though, slowly trailing towards thoughts of Ronal sliding her hand up and down your body while the other trails between your legs,pushing her finger against- “Numey!, are you listening?” Ronal says sternly, getting your attention immediately.
Your whole body goes stiff at the sound of her voice, neck snapping in the direction of it. “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. You were talking about how you make the salve right?” You ask, trying to save your ass before they lecture you.
Neytiri sighs, putting down the bowl of herbs she had in her arms. “No, yawntu..we were showing you what you do after you apply the salve on a wound.” The name she calls you makes your heart race, but it doesn’t stop your features from flushing in embarrassment,tail coiling around your leg for comfort.
You take a breath before speaking, hands instinctively tangling and fidgeting together. “I’m sorry. I’ll listen better this time I promise.” You say softly, glancing at the both of them quickly before looking back down at the half made salve below you.
They both look at each other before coming to a silent agreement, Neytiri walking over to you to sit down next to you, Ronal doing the same.
You shift in your spot uncomfortably, not knowing how to act with them sitting so close to you. “Tìyawn, we’re going to take a break for now. There’s no reason to keep going if you can’t focus.” Ronal states harshly, but it was the truth.
Neytiri places her hand on your thigh softly, caressing it back and forth. “Would you like to tell us what’s going on with you?” She asks genuinely, studying your expression intently.
You let out a shaky exhale at the question, making both of their expressions soften. “I’ve just been really stressed as of recently, and it’s hard for me to focus on anything with my schedule so full of important tasks and responsibilities. And it’s never bothered me as much as it does now and I don’t know why.” You ramble, playing with your hands the entire time.
They exchange a look over your head before standing up, signaling for you to do the same. Neytiri grabs your hand gently, pulling you into the direction Ronal was walking. “Come on yawne, we know exactly what you need.” She says with a teasing glint in her eye.
They take you to where all the skimwings were, Ronal mounts hers swiftly before offering you her hand for you to get on as well. You accept the it gratefully, using her hand as balance to get on the creature below you.
You don’t even notice the pair of hands on your hips until Ronal takes off, glancing behind you to see neytiri smirking down at you.
As you get further from the village, they trail their hands over your body more. Making your breathing get uneaven and nipples to harden against the soft feathers on your loincloth.
Neytiri lowers her head next to yours, placing a soft kiss at the back of your neck. A chill running down your spine at the soft touch. “You know yawntu, if you wanted some help so you could focus better..” she says calmly while trailing her hand to your inner thighs, rubbing small circles over your clothed clit. Making you gasp softly. “You could’ve just asked.” She pushes your tweng to the side before running her finger up and down your slit. Her voice was so smooth,angelic, and sensual and fuck did that make you wetter than you ever knew.
They both smirk at the change in your scent, making their touches turn into more firmer, teasing ones.
She pushes one of her fingers into you slowly, before pulling right back out and circling your clit in slow, precise, circles. You whine at the emptiness of her fingers before that’s silenced by Ronals soft, plush lips against yours.
She swallows every moan and whimper of yours greedily, trailing her hands to your breast to tug and pinch at the sensitive flesh however she wants. Making your pussy leak and clench around nothing pathetically. You move your hips into neytiris hand, trying to get her to where you need her most.
She laughs softly in your ear at this,placing a few kisses to your shoulder before nipping at it lightly. “If you want something yawne, be a good girl and ask for it.” She coos, nibbling at the sweet spot on your neck, making you arch your back into Ronals touch.
“Mm~..please, tiri…”
“Mhm, I still don’t know what you need sweetheart..” She teases, a smirk painting her face as you look at her with a pout on yours.
“I need your fingers inside of me tiri, please!” You huff, bucking your hips into her hand impatiently.
“Mhm..so needy, little one..” Ronal quips before taking your breast into her mouth, licking and biting on it greedily. Her attack on your sensitive flesh makes you gasp sharply before that turns into a loud moan at the feeling of neytiris finger plunging into your leaking cunt.
The squelching nosies that came from your cunt were loud. So loud that you know you should be ashamed of how much this whole thing turns you on, but yet all your focused on is the coil in your stomach getting tighter whenever she curls her finger against your sweet spot.
“What a dirty girl…so wet just because of her kayurus touching her a little bit? How awful..” neytiri hums, slowly adding another finger as she rambles. The stretch of her slender fingers makes your eyes roll back and mouth agape, reaching inside of you deeper than your own fingers ever could.
Ronal glances up at you, enjoying the blissful expression on your face. “Mhm just look at her tiri…I think she’s enjoying this a little too much..” she remarked, adding onto neytiris teasing.
The embarrassment you felt from their words makes you whine pathetically and hide your face against neytiris chest, but your body completely betrays you, your pussy throbs and clench’s around her fingers greedily whenever they talk. Making her giggle darkly. “Oh yawne, don’t hide from us..we know you want this. And this pretty body of yours reacts to us just how we want it to.” She coos, resting her chin on your shoulder as she increases her thrust and tightens the circles on your clit.
Your legs shake almost automatically after that, hands flying to both of theirs to ground yourself. You bury your face into neytiri chest more, making Ronal growl angrily and your antics. Wrapping a hand around your jaw, she turns your face towards hers,looking into your eyes heatedly. “Don’t hide from us, Tìyawn. I want to see your face while tiri makes a mess of you.” She warns gently, echoing neytiris statement from earlier.
You nod your head at her lazily before letting out a yelp when neytiri adds another finger, the stretch making your coil get tighter. The loud squelching of your cunt and your moans becoming more frequent and longer was all they needed to know to figure out you were close, making both of them smirk at each other with the same cocky look in their eyes before they lick and suck on whatever part of your sensitive skin they see.
“Tiri!..I~mhm!..please!” You whine, sloppily moving your hips to the rhythm of her thrust. “Mhm what’s that baby? Wanna cum on my fingers?” Her voice dripping in lust. “Yes! Please..m’so close~..” you slur, drunk off of the pleasure they’re giving you.
Ronal wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing gently to get your attention. “So pretty when you beg tìyawn..and such a pretty little toy for us to use. Isn’t that right, tiri?” She taunts, neytiri hums in agreement, to focused on how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers.
She kisses the top of your head before resting her own against it, her lips right next to your ear. “Go ahead pretty girl, cum on my fingers.” She orders lowly, and your body doesn’t deny her one bit. You come undone with loud moans and whimpers, little blubbers of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ leaving your plush lips.
Your body goes completely slack in Neytiris arms once your high is gone, making them both laugh softly.
“This definitely won’t be the last time we play with you, yawne.” Neytiri warns before kissing your lips lightly, Ronal doing the same before she turns back around on her skimwing to head back to the village.
A/N~ I don’t really like this, and ik it took me wayy to long to finally post it but I don’t know what to else I could do to fix it😭I definitely will be writing for the girls more tho bc I don’t see enough fics with them so lemme change that for my babies🥰..but I hope you guys enjoyed this and I hope it was worth the wait 🫶🏽 now I can finally start writing whatever I want!! Stay hydrated and safe bbys🩷
Warnings ⚠️: Fingering! P in V, Masturbation, Praise AND Degradation
I knew I wanted to write this as a poly fic between sweet cinnamon roll Tonowari and hot amazonian warrior Ronal and I hope you guys enjoy it!
As always English words will be stricken through
Translation Station
Yawntu: loved one
Tsahìk: matriarch, high priestess, interpreter
Tìyawn: love
Tewng: Loincloth
Paskalin: Honey
Tawtute: Sky Person (human)
Word Count: 1.7K (I’m not proud of this either 😔)
“Look at how well she takes my fingers, Ronal.” Tonowari speaks over toward his wife with a wide smile, puffing his chest out proudly. It took a lot of fingering from Ronal to even get used to a singular one of Tonowari’s digits, countless orgasms used to spread me perfectly for them, but it was worth every tear.
Ronal had been very busy throughout the day with her duties and it’s left me unable to have had time to speak with her. Her face was emotionless, as usual, but I could tell how pleased she had been to have walked in this situation. With a shift of Tonowari’s fingers I moan and attempt to get him to repeat the action.
“Such a good girl you are.” He praises with the gentle rumble of his voice snapping me back to him, but I couldn’t help myself toward finding Ronal’s eyes again.
“All it takes is a couple fingers to get you this worked up? Pathetic, yawntu.” The teal woman scoffs and I feel myself clenching around her husbands fingers, a whine falling from my lips.
“Yes~” Was the only word I could barely say while being placed in this situation. And even with how breathless I sounded it came out as a whisper, I bit my lip to focus on something- anything- else but found myself looking back up at the Tsahìk with pleading eyes.
“I have trained you better.” She stated with a hint of disapproval as she sets whatever thing that had been in her hands down on the floor.
“Let her feel pleasure tonight, tìyawn, she deserves it for having done well today.” He rebuts against her statement, we’d had a hefty make out session and he kissed all over my body before finally taking my tewng off and allowing his fingers to enter, he’s pumped a handful of times -each thrust as slow and powerful as the last- before Ronal had stepped in.
I knew my appearance wasn’t the best at the moment. My lips were probably swollen from attempting to keep up with Tonowari’s, my hair was unkempt as I’d thrown my head back and thrashed it about several times, my legs were already spread wide as he thrusts in again, making my back arch slightly. I whine again and my lip falls from between my teeth with a choked moan following behind as he grazes his thick fingers on my spongey spot. A hot breath leaves my lips while my hands itched to touch something, leaping off the marui floor to grasp onto his arm pleadingly.
A light smack to my thigh caused my hands to retract from his arm, an involuntary jerk of my hips making his finger rub against that same spot inside, another moan following right after, muttering a whiny apology toward the teal woman who’d knelt down on my side.
“Must I tell you to keep your hands to yourself, you can’t even follow the simplest of instructions, can’t you?” She wasn’t looking for an answer and I found myself shaking my head either way, feeling the fingers in my cunt slide out before being slammed in again.
“You look beautiful taking my fingers paskalin.” He comments, the delicate thrusts of his fingers were always welcomed, his fluid movements never failed to bring me close to the edge and I felt myself throw my head back at his compliments, just ready to tip over.
“Do not come.” I could feel a shiver rip me from my concentration, the need to come stopping at that moment as I attempted to focus on something other than the speed of his fingers caressing my walls deliciously.
“Please!” I whine pathetically, had it just been myself and Tonowari, he would have let me come. He was always too good to me, allowing me to have whatever I wanted, going out of his way to always assure I was comfortable. But Ronal was the opposite, she always purposely brought me close to the edge just to watch me suffer, sweet words didn’t exist in her vocabulary, and she was very dominant. She’d even made me watch her husband fuck her as she ate me out, but told me I wasn’t allowed to come, all because she’d caught me fingering myself when I was told not to.
“Slip out, it’s my turn.” The warm and comforting thick fingers that once inhabited my pussy had been removed, the cool night air making me whine, missing the feeling of having been stuffed full of his fingers and feeling her’s being shoved in roughly.
“N-no-“ I gasp as I feel her thrust in and slide against the same spot her husband had hit, electricity quite literally surging through my body, back arching off the marui, hips slightly pushing against her fingers.
“Is this all it takes for you to need to come, yawntu, a makeout session and a hint of getting fingered and you’re already so dreadfully close?” She asks as her other hand cradles my neck, effectively lifting my head up close to hers, my eyes pleading at Tonowari before feeling her fingers push at my neck, eyes meeting hers again.
“He won’t be able to help you and you know that.” She hisses playfully, the hand currently stuffed in my pussy being thrust back in, my eyes immediately rolling in the back of my head, my legs spreading more to allow her easier access.
A small laugh registers in my head, knowing it was hers as she watched me, wriggling her fingers inside. I suck in a breath as I attempt to open my eyes, never knowing the pleasure she’d been giving me would make them feel too heavy to open, half lidded eyes meeting the most beautiful sea-foam green staring back at me.
“Please mistress, lemme come-“ I mutter in English, having forgotten everything I’d learned in her native tongue, seeing her disapproval flash through, her smile turning into a frown.
“I do not understand your stupid demon tongue.” She lies as her fingers come to a stop.
“N-no, please, I’m sorry-“ I mumble in Na’Vi as my eyes widened, she was known for having stopped our play time for mistakes like these, I’d been edged for the last three days and couldn’t handle another.
“That’s better.” Her fingers start thrusting in again and I instantly shut my eyes to take it all in, sighing contently as her other hand supports my neck, allowing my head to fall back.
“Rub faster, my love.” She speaks again, I lift my head up and notice Tonowari had taken his cock out and had been pleasuring his own shaft as his wife fingered my sopping pussy, a broken moan leaves my lips at the sight of his face twisting in concentration to not come on the spot.
“Do you think you could take his big throbbing cock, tawtute?” She’s quick to ask as she focuses on my cunt, deciding to finally rub her thumb across my hardened bud, a sharp cry coming from me and a moan from her husband.
“Y-yes mistress, I can.” I nod as I speak unsure of which language I had spoken in, seeing her smile once more, I’d probably spoken in theirs.
“Settle inside her, my love.” She speaks as her fingers slow on their thrusts, slipping out with an obscene squelching sound coming from it, the tightness in my abdomen disappearing along with her fingers.
Tonowari wastes no time in settling between my legs, cock head already pushing into my entrance, it had been a long time since I’d felt the stretch of him bully his way inside my cunt. But I had moaned at the sight of Ronal sniffing her fingers and licking my slick off of them, settling herself down, legs spread, and using that same hand to insert her fingers into her own cunt.
“Fuck!” I gasp just as the head of his cock ghosts over my cervix, looking down and seeing the bump of where his cock was, biting my lip and growing curious, placing my hand to trace the shape.
“Press down on it.” Ronal states and before I could register why she had asked me to do so, I find my hand pressing firmly on my lower belly, feeling pleasure shoot up my spine as I did, hearing the teal giant before me letting out a primal moan, fangs bared as he stares at my hand pushing down my stomach.
“I want to fill that pretty pussy with my seed, stuff you so full you come from the pressure alone, just so I can stare at your enraptured face knowing I’m the reason behind it.” Tonowari rumbles in my ear and I feel myself squeeze onto his cock, moaning at the sensation and hearing him growl.
“Such a selfish thing, being stuffed full of my husbands cock, ruined for anyone else who’d want to touch her, hmm?” Ronal’s voice cuts in and again I can feel myself squeezing onto Tonowari, wondering how much more of this any of us can take.
I turn to Ronal, having sworn she’d said something under her breath, facing her in time to see her biting her own lip as she speeds up her thrusts, her other hand coming over to rub furiously on her clit. Both of them concentrating so hard on the pleasure, my chest heaves at the pace Tonowari had been setting but I could feel the coil in my belly just about to snap, turning to look back down to where we were joined, my one hand still pushing against my lower belly and watching his cock pop back up.
“Is that what you want?” I’m sure I had the best fucked-out expression on my face as I look up to the man above me with a stupid smile spreading on my face, I don’t even know what he’d said before hand, he was speaking to me now and I couldn’t even comprehend it, Na’Vi sounding like a distinct memory of a language I used to speak.
“Come.” He commands in English, feeling my eyes finally shut tightly as he pumps me full of his hot sticky semen, ensuring to rub the head of his cock against my spongey spot and feeling my vision going white as I finally come all over him. Hearing the slightest whines coming from Ronal’s own mouth as she comes with us.
I headcanon neytiri picking up the human reader like a teddy bear and showering her off to everyone
This is cute 🥺 idk if it was meant as smutty, but like thats what my whole blog is about so I'll add some in at the end 😁
"Faster..." Neytiri called out behind her as she walked her way through the village, you jogged to try to keep up with her but you could only do your best. The Omaticaya people stared hard at you as you wove your way through them, long limbs blocked your path randomly and so you dodged as you could.
A hard thump knocked you to the ground and your scream slipped past your lips. Neytiris ears twitched to the sound and she immediately whipped around to come back to you.
The tall Navi that bumped in to you was spitting harsh words in her native tongue at you, but luckily Neytiri cane to your defence and told her off. Your face burned from embarrassment.
Not only were you being stared at by passerbys while trying to keep up with the woman, but then you had to go and make an even bigger fool of yourself by knocking into somebody.
The angry Navi walked away in annoyance (how could she argue with the Olo'eyktan's daughter) but now you had another one in front of you, "Why are you like this? Do I have to carry you around? You're like a baby!"
Your face burned harder and panic struck as she stepped towards you with her arms out. Warms hands grasped around your ribs and she pulled you onto her hip. You tried to ignore the grumpled complaints that were said under her breath, and it came easy as you got distracted by bring this up close to her.
You could see the detailed stripes painted across her body and the soft lashes that fluttered around her big yellow eyes. Smile lines etched around the corners of her mouth. You wanted to see them deepen from your own doing. Her beauty was breathtaking and her body felt so nice pressed againts yours.
Before you knew it you two had made it to the school, but she never set you down. She introduced you to all of her close friends and the younger clan members that she felt strong love for within her heart. You could sense a small bit of hidden pride from her as she showed you off to them. After the introduction was done, she stepped outside as Grace started her lesson.
"My small tawtute, I enjoy having you in my arms," she smiled down at you and saw the embarrassment that etched onto your face, the way your pupils dialated, "and it seems that you enjoy it too." She whispered out the last part with a cat like grin. You couldn't lie with your nerves strung out like this.
Your legs squeezed her muscular and lean waist, your hands felt her smooth but tough skin, God you really did like it...
A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy my little blurbs, I promise I'm working on A Curious Predator, I just have lots going on and feel some writers block, but your little requests help a lot! Feel free to send more or some of your own headcannons plz <3
Can you do one with ronal having a dark obsession with the reader?
Yes I most definitely can!
A harsh glare followed you throughout the village as you completed your daily duties. You were oblivious, too focused on spotting the glittering sea glass hidden amidst the shore, a task that took a keen eye and plenty patience. The clear teal shard was picked up, inspected and washed off in the water before being placed in the woven basket slung across your chest.
Your relationship with Ronal was... less than that, more so acquaintances. Her cold demeanor made you nervous, so you took that as a sign for her disliking you and kept your distance. Of course you still admired Ronal, her beauty was mesmerizing and her strength (both mentally and physically) was something you respected greatly.
She knew otherwise though. Ronal liked you greatly, even too much for her own taste. You plagued her thoughts with your smile, beauty and innocence. You were completely oblivious to her feelings and she was okay with that, she knows she will get you when the time is right. Ronal has great patience.
She admits to interfering in your life without your knowledge. If she notices somebody taking a special interest with you than she will have a 'talk' with them, but its okay because she is doing it for your own good. Ronal is the only special person in your life, you just don't know it yet.
For now she will continue with her distance and keep a watchful eye on you.
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