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byunpum · 10 months

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Hi!! i can't really find if your requests are open but i really love how you write for lo'ak and i was wondering if you could write one where Jake is screaming at him yet again but he's being a bit too harsh this time so human reader stands in front of lo'ak and tells jake off? And everyone is obviously shocked because no one confronts Jake like that when he's angry, especially if it's family matters (except for neytiri of course). And clearly reader can't do much, i mean with the height difference Jake could just shove her to the side but he is quite impressed and kinda proud of the badass girl his son got himself 👀😂🤭

Pair: Lo'ak x Human reader

Warning: None <3

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Lo'ak's presence at this time of day was very strange for you. Usually the two of you used to see each other in the afternoon, when he had finished his duties. Being in a totally new clan, his duties were very different and difficult. So having him sitting behind you made you very curious. "mmm…should I ask you why you're here?" you speak, giving a glance at your mate. He was styling a piece of your hair, while humming a song. "Can't I be with you? Ah" speaks lo'ak with a teasing tone. "No…of course you can. I love that you're with me but… you're not usually with me this early in the morning. Did something happen?" you speak, and you swear you feel lo'ak tense up a little. Letting go of your hair, to now place your hands in the sand. Letting his body relax. "ahhh all good…nothing happened" lo'ak sounds a little nervous. You turn around, now sitting on your knees. You move closer to him, so you can lean over and stroke the side of his face a little. You notice a scar on his forehead.

You hadn't noticed it before, because he just came and sat behind you. "Love…what's that? Why are you hurt?" the more you talk, you can notice that he has some bruises on his arms and thighs. "Baby…don't worry it's nothing" lo'ak tries to sound disiterested. But you are already carefully touching his bruises, getting closer to his face. "Lo'ak you need to get healed…you are in bad condition" you are worried, he had two pretty deep wounds on his chest. "Tell me what happened, please" your voice sounds somewhat cut off, Lo'ak couldn't see you so worried. You were looking sadly at his bruises, trying to do something. While you were comforting him. "I…ahhh. It was another fight with ao'nung" lo'ak speaks softly. Lowering his head. "But this wasn't just a fight, this is serious" you place a hand on his chin, lifting his face. Lo'ak looks at you…his eyes were a little glassy. "We went to the arecife, they invited me. I accepted, because I thought we would have a good time…but they started teasing me and it was 6 against 1…so" lo'ak pauses, feeling you hold his face. "I did what I could…I got out of there and came looking for you" lo'ak stops talking, looking at you. He could notice your teary eyes. "Baby don't cry" lo'ak takes you by the shoulders, caressing your skin. "I hate when this happens to you…why are they like this with you?" you speak, wrapping your arms around his neck. Giving him a tight hug, you feel lo'ak hug you back. The hate and anger they had for lo'ak was not normal, both of you had been in the clan for 3 years and nothing had changed.

You look up, seeing some figures approaching you. The closer they came the more you recognized them. It was Jake, next to him was Neytiri. The way he was walking, you could tell how angry they were. You two separate and you see how lo'ak gets up from the ground nervously, approaching you. Tangling his tail around your leg. Lo'ak was a man now, but the fear of his father's accusations were killing him. Jake approaches, he had his thumbs locked. "What the hell did you do now" Jake shouts. "Dad…I can explain" lo'ak holds up his hands, trying to keep some space between them. "No…you shut up. I'm sick of you and your stupid actions" jake was literally screaming in lo'ak's face. You were standing next to him, looking up. This situation was getting on your nerves, you were at your limit. You can't take it anymore, and in one swift move. You get in between the two male figures. Pushing jake with all your strength, so that he would move away from lo'ak.

"YOU HAVE TO STOP!!!!" you shout, while jake steps back somewhat surprised. Well…he was very surprised. Neytiri had been left open-mouthed, by your actions. "THAT'S THE FIRST AND LAST TIME YOU SCREAM AND FIGHT MY PARTNER" You were red, and you looked adorable. You were so small compared to the two na'vi men standing next to you. But you looked furious…speaking with authority. "What the…" jake tries to speak, but you shout back. "HAVE YOU EVEN ASKED HIM WHAT HAPPENED? OR DON'T YOU SEE HOW HURT YOUR SON IS? AH? YOU JUST ACCUSE HIM OF EVERYTHING WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT REALLY HAPPENED…I'M SICK OF IT" you yell, turning around to grab lo'ak's hand and walk off in the opposite direction. "Y/N!!!" Neytiri yells a little, trying to get your attention. "YOU DON'T DARE TALK ABOUT LO'AK, I'M ALSO PISSED AT YOU" you yell back aneytiri, this from hiss in response. Jake holds neytiri by the shoulder, and you keep walking with lo'ak. Jake tries to control neytiri, they were two strong women. He didn't want something to happen that they would later regret. Lo'ak was in a state of shock, you had yelled at his father and mother…you had defended him. Knowing that if jake wanted to, he would have kicked you and you would have flown somewhere else. The boy just followed you, as he watched you walk around annoyed, mumbling nonsense.

As you walked away from the place, you walked for about 15 minutes. You let go of lo'ak's hand. You kicked a few times in the sand, while the boy looked at you with admiration. His strong and brave mate had defended him. His heart was pounding. Between the na'vi to defend and take care of your partner, was a gesture of pure love. You had shown lo'ak that you were capable of giving your life for him. Defending him from something bigger than you, more dangerous than you. Only for his well being. He slowly sits down on the sand, watching as you still bring out all your fury. You turn around, and are met with the most adorable scene. Lo'ak was sitting, cross-legged. His eyes were looking at you with admiration and his pupils were dilated. His tail was wagging from side to side. And his ears were back. "Lo'ak…I…I'm sorry" you lower your head. You were embarrassed, you shouldn't have talked to Jake like that.

"You are amazing…my strong Y/N" you stand there in shook, lifting your gaze to see lo'ak with a goofy smile on his face. "You're not mad at me?" you ask him, lo'ak moves forward taking your hand. Making you move closer towards him, wrapping his hands around your waist. Pulling your body closer to his chest. Giving you a kiss on your forehead, you let yourself fall forward a little, enjoying his caress. "Why would I be upset with you, if you just took care of me?" says lo'ak, you giggle a little. "Are you blushing?" you tease, touching his ears. "Hey…it's not everyday you get to watch your cute little partner take on your dad. You were amazing" lo'ak changes his voice a tone deeper, moving closer so he can press a kiss to your neck. You giggle a little, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your neck. "Your father is going to hate me, for life. And if your mother doesn't kill me in two weeks " you speak, watching as lo'ak pulls away from you, and gives you a look. "I think she's afraid of you now" lo'ak jokes, moving closer over your body. Kissing your chest, listening to your giggles. "Or he's just going to look adorable on you" lo'ak speaks.

On the other hand, jake is still standing there in the same place, in a state of shook. "that girl is" neytiri starts talking, but she is also too shocked to speak. "She is brave" says jake. He felt a little confused. He was upset with you, but at the same time he felt respect towards you. You had stood up for your partner, you had stood up to him. Of course, he was going to talk to you seriously later. But he was proud, his son had found a strong partner, who was able to take care of him and his future family. Just like his mother.

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musingmeaninglessly · 10 months

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The Show; Aged Up!Lo'ak x Curvy/Chubby Human!Reader

A/N; So, this whole idea was sparked by this random post I did. I can just see Lo'ak showering his girl in so much praise and worshipping her human outfits. So, this one is for all the thicc girls like me out there...

Photos are not mine, and got the art from this blog. Full credits go to the artist!

Warnings; Curvy/chubby fem human reader, aged up Lo'ak, mentions of bad body image, swearing (it's Lo'ak, after all), suggestive/almost NSFW, Lo'ak being an utter simp for you (yes, that should be a warning). Not proofread.

Summary; When you give Lo'ak a little private fashion show of all your cute human outfits, he finally persuades you to brave the Na'vi-style clothing he gifted you months ago...

"Baby, come on! You been in there for like..."

"Two whole minutes..."

Your giggle is audible to Lo'ak through the bathroom door even from where he's sprawled on your tiny bed. After taking a puff of CO2 from his mask, he lets out an overly dramatic sigh.

"That's two minutes too long! How long does it take to put on a...what's it called again?"

"A bikini?"

Lo'ak grins at the unfamiliar human word. It sounds so cute, especially when it comes from you. But he's sure it won't be nearly as cute as you'll look in the garment.

"Yes, bikini."

His accent sounds even thicker as he pronounces the word, causing you to giggle as you emerge from your tiny bathroom in the equally tiny bikini.

"Holy shit..."

Your boyfriend's reaction makes you blush, but you do a little twirl for him all the same.

Being a thicker, softer girl meant that you hadn't always embraced these smaller pieces of swimwear. Even with your early teenage years on earth, you'd always cover up. But a certain 8 ft alien boy had brought you our of your shell.

"Baby, you look so fire in this! Look at the way it hugs your cute little belly and your waist..."

Lo'ak can't help reaching his big hands out to lightly grab at your flesh, his childish mauling eliciting a chuckle from you.

"You really like it?"

His amber eyes shoot up to you in a moment as though your questioning him was the greatest offence on Pandora.

"No baby..." his shit-eating smirk tells you what's to come. What he always says, "I love it."

Your cheeks blush furiously at that, but you give him a little peck on the lips all the same. You don't even bother to try and get out of the needy grip he has on your waist. But it turns out you don't have to at all, as he suddenly glances at your dresser with mischievous eyes.

"Baby?" you question, watching your tall boyfriend lumber over to the chest of drawers, knocking over a few items on his way. With a playful scowl you pick them up, but can't help tilting your head at him in amusement as he begins rummaging through your dresser. "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Looking for something." he states matter-of-factly.

"I can see that, but what?"

"That outfit I gave you when we first got together."

There's a warmth and gentleness in the smile that he flashes over his shoulder at you, and you gulp a little in response.

In truth, you've always been damn-well petrified to sport the tiny beaded top and loin cloth that Lo'ak gifted you months ago. They're beautiful, made of sea grass from the reef and studded with tiny turquoise beads.

But it's a very open weave, and you have no doubt that Lo'ak made them that way on purpose.

"Here they are! You got so many clothes in here, Jesus Christ."

You laugh at your Na'vi boyfriend's use of such a human expression. He learnt it from his Dad, for sure, but it was also testament to how much time he spends with you.

Blue hands outstretched, he holds up the garments. You eye them for a moment too long, and he immediately knows what's going through your little human brain.

"Baby, I know you've never worn something like this before," he crouches down on his knees so he's somewhat at your eye level, and continues in a husky whisper, "but you'd look fine as hell in these..."

"Lo'ak, I'm just too-"

"Beautiful? Divine? Sexy?" His yellow eyes glimmer mischievously. "Please, just put them on for me baby. Just this one time. Please?"

He knows damn well that you can't resist his eyes, lined with long lashes and the colour of molten gold. With a roll of your own eyes, you smile softly and take the pieces of clothing from his awaiting hands.

With a self-satisfied smirk, he watches you saunter off to the bathroom to change.

"Baby, I'm gonna die out here if you take any longer! C'mon..."

You snort in derision as you stare at yourself in the tiny bathroom mirror. If anyone's gonna die in this place today, it's you. From embarrassment.

Turning your body every which way, you sigh. Just as you suspected, the minuscule garments leave very little to the imagination, if anything.

Lo'ak's such a perv...

You appreciated your boyfriend's crafting these clothes for you. It showed how much he wanted to assimilate you into his culture. How much you mean to him.

But, despite the fact that the clothes are meant to make you feel more included in Na'vi life, they also highlight how different you are from them.

How your curved waist differs from the lithe structure of Na'vi women. How the thin straps of the loin cloth show off the pronounced softness of your hips and belly. How the stretch marks decorating the tops of your thighs have nowhere to hide.

It's one thing to compare yourself to other human girls, but this is a whole new kettle of fish.

"Baby!"

You're snapped out of your vicious cycle of thoughts by your needy boyfriend. Part of you couldn't bare to, well, lay yourself more-or-less bare for him. But, you know that he won't quit his pestering unless you do.

With one last withering glance directed at your reflection, you take a deep breath before calling back, "Coming!"

Despite the fact that your bathroom is the mere size of a closet, and your bedroom not much bigger, the walk to your boyfriend feels like a damn marathon.

Gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, you clear your throat to catch his attention. It seems that you'd taken so long to pick yourself apart in the mirror, he'd resorted to flopping on your bed. You wondered if he'd taken a short nap in the time it took you to put the Na'vi clothing on.

But when he sits up, it's clear that he's very much awake...

"Baby..." Lo'ak's voice comes out in a husky whisper, laced with want. "Fuck..."

"I know, I know, it doesn't look quite right on me-"

"No."

Your eyes widen at his stern tone. He's always such a joker, such a playful flirt. But looking into his eyes now, hearing his voice, you've never seen him so serious.

"No," he clarified again, "it looks perfect. God it just...shows everything off just right..."

He groans, letting his large hands roam freely. His grip is firm and possessive, yet appreciative and gentle all at once. Barely an inch of your body goes untouched, and you're too dumbstruck to make your usual quips about him being so handsy.

In fact, this excites you. A lot.

"You really like it that much?"

Your question is like deja vu from earlier, but this moment is different somehow. Heated. Wanton. Desperate.

Lo'ak reluctantly detaches one of his hands from your soft belly, instead using his long fingers to hook under your chin with a feather-like touch. He eyes you through those long lashes of his, his fangs peaking out above his bottom lip as his breathing grows erratic as his voice drops an octave;

"You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

All you can do is blink down at him and slowly shake your head, inching a little closer. Since he's sat on your bed, holding you stood between his thighs, you're more-or-less at eye level. He takes the opportunity to tease you, going in for a kiss before pausing as his lips brush yours and he whispers in a gravelly tone.

"Why don't I show you, then?"

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authoreetea · 1 year

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sweet like sugar

neteyam x omaticaya!reader

summary : reader was too invested in their wood carvings that they didn't notice the small gash on their forearm and the cuts on their fingers, until neteyam seed them

warnings: I SUCK AT WARNINGS prob blood, talk of wounds, sharp objects?

you were sitting in solitude, in the forest where you've been carving some woodwork for hours now with your sharp knife.

you've carved some animal shapes like ikrans and ilus for tuk, some pretty flower shapes for kiri, and you were currently working on carving something for your mate.

being so into your work you hadn't noticed the stinging cuts on your fingers, nor did you notice neteyam was climbing up to your spot.

"hello bab- holy shit y/n why are you bleeding!" neteyam said in shock as soon as he saw the small gash on your arm.

you looked up at him all confused, "huh?" you asked innocently

he sat down abruptly and grabbed your arm and pointed to your wound which was quite bloody.

"how did you not feel this?" he asks, absolutely confused that you wouldn't feel a wound that was slightly deep and bleeding.

you sheepishly smile and shrug, "i was carving, you know how i get so hyper focused on it." you said, still smiling at him

he purses his lips together and looks at your hands to investigate even more and thats when he notices your hands are full of cuts.

"baby your hands look like they've been through hell. that's enough carving for today, okay?" he said endearingly. he's always so gentle and is always looking out for you.

you pout, but agreed as you now felt the fatigue and the sting of your cuts.

"come on, let me help you with that" he said, pointing to your wounds.

he took you to his home and healed you their with the whatever he could find. your cuts were quickly healing with the help of your love.

"thank you nete, always looking out for me my love." you said, cupping his cheek and kissing his nose.

he smiles and scrunches his nose as he flushes at the contact, you've been together so long yet he still gets flustered every time you get all lovey with him.

"always will, pretty." he said kissing the palm of your hand that was on his cheek.

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onskepa · 3 months

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Hiiii

Ik you already did human reader x sully kids watching stranger things BUT could we get the same thing with another movie? Or serie?

How about fast & furious??

They being amazed how a hooman (which they know is small, ex: reader, spider, norm) can handle such a machine which is also heavier than a na'vi

Na'vi weigh around 250-300 kg and a car weighs 2 tons

Helloooooooooo! So do not add more to vopey, this request will be its own thing. Also, I havent watched all the movies, I stopped after the 5th movie. HOWEVER! I will use tokyo drift since it is my most favorite movie! So enjoy!

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Niwin

It was a windy day in the vast Omatikaya forest, perfect day and perfect weather for many to fly their ikrans. And the ikrans take full advantage of the winds to master new skills and enjoy the breeze. The sky was fully of ikrans with their riders!

It is no surprise that many would race against each other. See who is the fastest, and the ikrans would pride themselves at their speeds and their riders humoring their interest. The adrenaline and rush of fun running through their blood. And the sully kids are no different. Well, more specifically lo’ak and jake. Both love riding their ikrans and would race for the fun of it. Each round either wins.

Neteyam rides his for the simple joy of being in the sky, same with his mother and sisters. However, at night, many stopped to rest. Their ikrans resting back to their mountain and the na’vi gathering to a well deserved meal after a fun day in the skies. However, there was a small genuine question that the sully kids had in their minds all day.

“What do humans have that makes them go fast?” Lo’ak asked norm one day at the lab. Him and his siblings were curious to know after discussing more last night. So, being lost in his own work, norm looked at lo’ak in confusion.

“What are you talking about…?” He asks slowly. Trying to give the kids his full attention. But was also confused by the boy’s wording.

“We have ikrans and pali’s, but ikrans are faster. So, what is ummm…the same for humans?” Lo’ak re-words his question. Norm finally understood, “oooooh. Can't answer that” he replies flatly. He received a loud collective ‘WHAT!?’ from the kids. Norm sighs a bit annoyingly. “Look, go ask niwin. She knows more about that stuff than I do” he suggests.

Norm turns to call her out from another room.

“HEY NIWIN!! THE KIDS ARE INTERESTED IN YOUR STUFF!”

Using one of the bigger rooms of the lab, Niwin inserted a usb to a computer and brought out some holograms. The sully kids make themselves comfortable with pillows and other cushions as they observe the floating transparent objects being shown.

“Cars are moving objects that humans have been using for over 200 years. And much like technology, they evolve with time. From cute little honkers” Niwin presents as she shows a 1915 ford car.

“To today, by today I mean 10 years ago since updates are not frequent. Flying self-driving cars that have no wheels and run on hydro gas” niwin then presents a new sleek car with fancy colors and design.

The sully kids let out sounds telling they are intrigued. “So, how do humans race with them? It doesn't look like you can get on” Kiri asks. Popping another bubble, Niwin extends the car visuals to see inside.

“We get in, and seats for the capacity of the usual five. But when you have a big family and where logic does not exist, eeeehhh probably 30 people can fit inside. I seen it happen so don't question it”

A couple more lessons she taught the kids. Letting her expertise show off and give more insight into what automobiles can do.

“Starting from the 1950’s to 2050, a hundred years of glorious racing, the empire died. Cars were being designed to be safer, more cautious. Nothing wrong with that but it makes taking risks all the better, and all the more harder. Somewhere in the world, everyone had their own style of racing. Their own skills and culture. Racing is the fuel that gives us the rush, the excitement. And one of my personal favorite styles is drifting”

Lo’ak was quick to raise his hand. “What is drifting?” he asks.

“You guys like watching movies?”

“What is prom? What is with the damages? Why do they all look like adults rather than teens?” Kiri asks question after question. Nothing wrong with that since they seem to be valid questions.

“And why in an area that is clearly forbidden?” Neteyam adds on.

They were currently in the scene where the teen idiots race against each other on a construction sight with already built roads.

“Much like lo’ak, they are attracted to anything forbidden and do the exact opposite of what it's being told. Being blind by choice, am I right lo’ak?” Niwin teases. Lo’ak blushes a bit in embarrassment but he doesn't deny nor confirm. Everyone pretty much knew the answer to her question.

“Anyhow, the good parts will come soon”

And sooner did it come. From an “American” setting to a Japanese setting. And much like Sean in the movie, the sully kids had a massive culture shock when Japan came into view. The language, how people looked, the style of everything. Now the movie has definitely gotten a lot more interesting for the siblings. And Niwin was happy they go to feel what she felt during the first time.

“Amazing huh? That is how I felt when I saw the movie for the first time. Best feeling ever-”

“Yeah yeah shush” Lo’ak hushed Niwin as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. Niwin gasped at that but didn't say much. Shoving a handful of popcorn down her throat, Niwin watches silently.

Showing Sean struggling to fit into a new school, with a new language to learn, and new customs to be aware of. The sully kids can relate to that. Being a place that is unfamiliar to what they know. And oh how they know it deeply well.

“I am getting some serious deja’blue with this whole…..change” Lo’ak comments. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Nothing wrong with change, sometimes it can be a good thing,” Niwin replies.

Shrugging it off, they watch more until Twinkie shows up in the scene. Offering some stuff to sean until the driving wheel is taken focus. And this only leads to better parts.

The Song began to play, and there the scene opens to a whole world of race cars. Different colors, different glam. Twinkie was showing Sean a new side of what it is like to race cars. Chilling really. What else is there to see or know about? Apparently a lot more.

Hoods of the cars are being opened to show how the inside mechanics word, all so shiny and complex looking. Yet very eye-catching. Everything was truly captivating for the kids.

“So those….those are race cars?” Neteyam asks, never leaving the screen.

Niwin couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.

“Those were the glory days” was all she said.

People were dancing in the center of the giant gathering. Dancing and enjoying the vibes with an odd choice of music. But it looked fun nonetheless. And kiri was starting to get the feeling of the beat.

“Would you dance with them?” Tuk asks to kiri. The older sister shook her head. “No, good thing I won't,” Kiri replied.

Neela came to view, a pretty girl with a quick tongue. Having a little word play with sean, but quickly the scene changed to show an intimidating guy.

“And here comes the baddie of the story” Lo’ak says a bit loudly, throwing his hands up in a dramatic way. Kiri rolls her eyes as she throws a pillow at him. “And louder skxawng?”.

The scene was quick from light to seriousness.

“Guess he just can't stay quiet,” Kiri adds as Sean challenges DK.

“One of his best quirks, don't be silenced but roar out like a mindless donkey,” Niwin says.

For lo’ak, Sean was someone he saw himself in. Reckless yet won't be held down by others and being told how to behave. To live in the moment, and to live for the thrill. That is something lo’ak can understand.

The big leader, DK, “Drift King” seemed like an intimidating guy. Reeks of cockyness and too much confidence. Yet is the master of his own craft. So when Sean decides to challenge the drift king, things did not go his way.

“His smile kind of creeps me out,” Tuk says.

Sean and DK agreed to do a race. As Han volunteered to lend his car to Sean, everyone was leaning forward to see what would happen next.

Tiwkie leads Sean to an upper floor to show him where the car is. But as the elevator door opened, in a perfect moment, it showed two cars swerving, tires screeching against the concret. Almost like sliding sideways. The sounds echoing the facility. And much like Sean, the sully kids were locked in focus. No sound coming out of them.

Who will win, who will lose?

“I predicted he would lose!” Tuk raised her hand as she claimed her ‘future’. Sean lost in a humiliating way. DK was able to avoid walls, people, and other vehicles effortlessly. While Sean damaged literally everything in his path. And damaging a car that was not his.

“And this begins what is called the training arc” Niwin comments.

And true to it, Sean began to learn from Han how to drift while also trying to balance his new life in Japan. The two fishermen who speak as they know something is going on during Sean's drift training. And Neela’s past and her connection with DK.

“Wait, what is a Yakuza?” Tuk asks when the reveal of Takashi’s relationship to the underground crime syndicate. “A very bad guy. I ain't going over that yakuza stuff. Too long and I dont think your parents would like it if I explained it” Niwin replies. Already on her fifth snack.

“Do you ever just…..not eat?” Kiri asks, slightly annoyed.

“Nope”

From Han’s embezzlement of taking the criminals money, to betrayal and to wrecking so many lives. Takashi held a gun to Han's head, things were getting really serious. Tiwnkie made a distraction for everyone to get out. Han, Sean and neela made it to their cars and drove off. Takashi and his little sidekick follow closely.

From there, it led to so much chaos. Driving through the streets, doing their best to avoid the citizens, there was a lot of drifting. To not hit any car so far was impressive until the short tempered sidekicked crashed into a couple of cars. No one stayed to see the outcome. Not even takashi. While it looked like he looked back to see the wreck, he didn't stop. His need to get after those who are trying to make him look like a fool.

From those scenes, the sully kids were cheering for the good guys. Hoping they all would live through. Sadly, not all.

“NO!!! NO WHY HIM!?” tuk and neteyam screamed in shock to see han crashing and flipping his car. And to explode from the gas leaking. Dread was what the siblings felt. Han was a pretty cool character. And his death would never numb away. Niwin frowns at having to see his death over and over again. But of course the frown goes away knowing what happens in the later movies.

“Oh he is so DEAD!” lo’ak screams, getting more and more pissed of at takashi and how far he was willing to go.

“Sean better kick his ass or something. Han did not deserve to die. Why do the good guys always die” tuk complains, Crossing her arms. Kiri rubs her shoulder to comfort her. “Soon he will get what he deserves”.

Kiri couldn't be more right. A deal was made, Takashi’s uncle entered the frame again. And all was on the table. Takashi and Sean would race against each other on the mountain that was common to drift on. And to add more stakes, it would be at night. Where vision is more needed It was literally a life or death race.

Everyone was cheering for sean, lo’ak going at it at the top of his lungs. Hoping to see his favorite character win. To see takashi be humiliated. Everyone outside of the room were wondering what the hell was going on but nobody cared enough.

The sully gets were getting to amped as the racing scene went on. They felt like they were seeing it first hand. Feeling the adrenaline go through them, the excitement getting a bit carried away. Oh it was thrilling.

“Come on, come on!! YES!! YES HE WON!!” lo’ak screamed. Releasing happy noises as his tail swishes. Neteyam spun tuk around in happiness. Kiri mostly stood out of the way so as to not get hit, but she was just as happy.

The movie ended and the end credits rolled up. It was over.

“Wow…..that was just……AMAZING!!” Lo’ak shouted. Feeling pumped to ride his ikran and see if he can replicate those same moves. Tuk was trying her best to sing along to the drift song but only mumbled words under her breath.

“That was amazing, though it kinda seems sad that those racing days are over” Neteyam says. The movie made it look fun, racing at high speeds.

“Hey, who said it was over?” Niwin asks. The kids stopped to look at her. With a playful smirk and a swing of her keychain, she asks “you guys wanna ride?”

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Had to re-watch the movie to get down some important parts. But I hope you all liked it, until next time! See ya!

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Niwin = fast, quickly, rapidly

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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hoan

hoan [ˈho.an] n. comfort

Anonymous Request: Hi, can I request a Lo’ak imagine with a female reader where he has a bad day and to comfort him she lies face to face with him tracing the lines on his body and the dots on his face with his arms lightly around her and she says words of comfort to him and it ending up with him falling asleep on her whilst she is touching his hair?

After suffering an embarrassment, Lo'ak turns to you for comfort.

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Lo'ak is fuming, beside himself with rage and embarrassment. Usually, he loves festival days - all the dancing, the food, everyone coming together, it's absolutely Lo'ak in his element.

But not today. Today, a woman tricked Lo'ak into thinking she would like to dance with him, and turned him down in front of the entire clan.

She broke his heart, and made him look foolish, and he can't comprehend why she would do it.

You stood, watching with so many other eyes, equally as mad. Lo'ak stormed off on his own, and you wanted to follow him, but there was something you had to do first.

Alone, suspended above ground in his large hammock, Lo'ak holds his head in his hands, trying not to cry.

He knows what his dad would say - crying isn't a sign of weakness, and it's okay to do it, but he's so angry and crying doesn't feel like the right reaction.

"Lo'ak," someone whispers, and he rolls over to see Y/N, climbing over towards him. "Lo'ak!"

"I'm awake," he replies, turning to face you.

"Lo'ak, I have done something bad, and I need to hide here," you tell him, trying not to smile.

You feel a little ashamed of your behavior, but mostly you feel that what you did was justified. The look on her face when you grabbed her braids and pulled her head down to swiftly meet with your knee as you brought it up, was satisfying.

No one stopped you as you turned and walked away from the girl while she howled in pain. They had all saw what she'd done, and you probably weren't the only one who wanted to hurt her.

You were just the first to reach her.

"What did you do?" Lo'ak asks, and you scoot closer.

You and Lo'ak have always been good friends, but lying in his hammock feels intimate, and you feel a little shy.

"I broke Wa'leh's noise," you whisper, and he takes in a little gasp, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

"You didn't," he finally replies, and a smile begins to creep over his face.

I reach my arms up, demonstrating how I grabbed her head, and bring them to my knee. "Like this," I say with a smile. "She deserved it."

His face falls, and you know he's remembering what she did. "Why would she do something like that? What did I do to piss her off?"

Unable to help yourself, you reach out, pushing a braid out of Lo'ak's face. You let your hand linger there, resting on his cheek.

"She is a mean girl, and she is bored. She knows that many women would like to be yours, and she's making a sport out of you. You shouldn't think about her anymore."

Lo'ak sighs. "Many women?"

You roll your eyes. "Well, at least... maybe three or four."

"That's not many women, Y/N," Lo'ak says with a laugh.

You shrug as best you can while laying down. You notice now how close the two of you are - knees nearly touching. Lo'ak reaches out, draping an arm over your waist delicately.

"I know of one, for certain," you reply. Using your hand, you run a finger over his forehead and down his nose, around his mouth and over his chin. You bring it back up, and touch the glowing white dots that cover his face. He closes his eyes for a moment, and you can almost hear both of your hearts beating out of your chests.

"Well, it isn't Wa'leh," Lo'ak says, the corners of his mouth turning up into a teasing smile. He tightens his grip around your waist, pulling you a few inches closer, so your stomachs almost touch.

"No," you say. You bring your fingers back to his hair, pushing his braids out of his face, turning his beads around, fidgeting mindlessly.

"Tell me who it is," he says, his breath on your face.

You smile up at him. "Don't you know?"

He closes the gap between you suddenly, pressing his lips to yours in an urgent kiss, pulling you so your body is completely flush against his.

Your hands, once gentle in his hair, grab his braids ferociously, anchoring yourself to him as he kisses you.

Lo'ak pulls away for only a second to ask, "Is it you, Y/N?"

You let out a giggle, a noise you've truly never made before, and Lo'ak laughs along with you.

"What do you think?"

That night, he falls asleep comfortably in your arms, and you're sure the thought of Wa'leh will never bother him again.

#lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak fic #lo'ak x oc #avatar 2

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liveliveloak · 1 year

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Her (Part 1)

Pairing: adult!Neteyam x female human!reader x adult!Lo’ak

A/N: reader does not need a mask to breathe in Pandora because of experiments done to her by the RDA

Lo'ak is 18, Neteyam is 19

Summary: After setting the rest free, Lo'ak and Neteyam head back into the ship to get Spyder. As Neteyam and soldiers exchange gunfire, Spyder jumps off the ship with Lo'ak following shortly behind. Quaritch's daughter was being held captive by her father. As chaos erupts, she attempts her escape as the soldiers are hunting down the Sully family. In the midst of her discreet escape, she spots a soldier aiming his AVR-30 directly at the eldest Sully son. From the metal beam directly above Neteyam and yells at the Navi to move. Seeing Neteyam continuing to shoot, the girl jumps down onto the platform and pushes him off the boat.

Warnings/notes: NSFW, swearing, slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, love triangle (future)

"Give me that," Neteyam shouts, taking the gun from Lo'ak and shooting down the soldiers that were following the trio. After directing Lo'ak to jump off the boat, Neteyam peaks over the wall and aims at the two soldiers across the deck. Suddenly, he hears a faint voice above him and ignores it, finally pulling the trigger and spraying bullets to take down the remaining avatars. Before he could press the trigger once more, he's tackled off the ship and spots a small frame holding onto him as the two fall into the water. In high alert, he holds his breath and traps the small frame. He observes the human girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes in his embrace. All he could think after his near death experience was one word- beautiful. Her cheeks were adorably puffed as she held her breath, her cheeks rosy from the cold waters surrounding them. Her odd human clothes were drenched and sticking to her skin, and he could see the outline of her breasts through her white shirt that left little to the imagination. However, before he could say anything, he notices a shade of scarlet surrounding them. He scans her from head to toe, and notices a gash above her right shoulder. The bullet had grazed her.

"That was insane cuz!" Lo'ak exclaims, him and Spyder exchanging wide smiles and sensing Neteyam's presence behind them. He boards his ilu and turns around to face the boat. "Come on bro-" he starts but stops mid-sentence. "Who's that?" he asks, spotting the human girl next to his brother. He glances at her from up-to-down, and when he noticed that she didn't have uniform on or a gun, he was even more confused. He glances at Spyder who just shrugs and says, "I don't know bro."

Neteyam, acting quickly, picks the girl up and helps her up onto his ilu. "She's shot," the eldest brother asserts. He makes the bond and races to the rock where he sees his father. "Dad we have to help her," Neteyam asserts as he looks at the graze and balances the both of them on his ilu. Jake warily looks at his son before noticing the firm look in his eyes. Without questions, Jake picks up the girl by her waist and lays her down. "Watch her head," Spyder states as he observes her being pulled up onto a flatter surface.

Jake observes the wound, seeing that it was only a graze and she would be fine. He glances at his eldest son who placed a hand under her head and whispered words of comfort. "She's gonna be okay. It's just a graze, but she's losing blood. I'm gonna rip a part of your shirt to cover the wound," he informs her.

She nods, before wincing in pain at the movement. Jake quickly rips off the bottom of her shirt, quickly wrapping it around the wound tightly and apologizing when he notices her flinch.

"Sorry. I have wrap it tight so that you don't lose blood," he apologizes and starts to create a knot that wrapped over the center of the wound. Neteyam, sitting down next to his father, looks at her worriedly. He rests a hand on her cheek in comfort when she groans at the pain.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispers, his mind clouded with guilt and sorrow. He knew that if she didn't push him off the ship, the bullet would have done more than just graze him. He noticed the soldier who had pointed it to him, but in a slight second of panic and unsureness, he continued to shoot instead of withdrawing. Even though he had no idea who she was, he was indebted to her and believed that Ewya had made it so that their paths would cross.

As Jake finishes wrapping the wound, he informs the girl that it's done and she'll be fine. Relieved yet tired at his words, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Tuk, Tsireya, and Kiri hopped onto the rock off of their ilus, Kiri helping Tuk off and observing the stranger that her brother was staring at.

"Quaritch left. He called his ikran after we took out his soldiers and disappeared," Kiri revealed.

"We is a stretch," Tsireya laughed. "Kiri singlehandedly took them all out."

"She has super powers now," Tuk joins in, looking at her older sister in awe. Jake looks at his eldest daughter in confusion and opens her mouth to, but is interrupted when Neytiri flies down on her ikran and joins her family.

Looking around, she embraces her children one by one and scans them for injuries. “Thank Ewya for keeping my children safe,” she says in relief. Suddenly, Neytiri spots the unconscious girl and her eldest son who is holding her cheek in deep thought. Neteyam glances at his mother and notices her eyes glazing over in rage and instantly intervenes. “Mom she’s-” he starts.

"Why is that demon here," she cuts him off. She hisses and Jake stands up and embraces his wife.

“I don’t know who she is, but I think she helped our children. Let’s head back and we’ll talk about this when we’re all safe and back home” Jake reasons.

Neytiri looks at him with doubt before sighing and dropping her tense shoulders. She looks at the way Neteyam softly grazed her cheek with his fingers, and the soft look in his eyes. She felt a sense of déjà vu and looked back at her mate, nodding her head.

Jake nods at Neteyam to help the girl onto his ilu. The group head back to the Metkayina clan in the reefs, and Neteyam repeatedly glances at the unconscious girl who he had strapped in front of him onto his ilu.

“Bro. Who is she?” Lo’ak asks as him, Spyder, and Neteyam walk on the shore. It had been a day since the battle, and everyone had been too overwhelmed and tired to acknowledge the obvious elephant in the room after facing multiple life or death scenarios.

Jake and Neytiri had witnessed their children being held at gunpoint by Quaritch more times than they can count, and they were just relieved that their family had made it out safely. Neteyam had explained to his father what had happened, stating that she saved his life.

The human girl that their son had insisted they helped was not in the clear, but she did not seem to be a direct threat. Jake assessed her form, concluding that she could not have been older than his children and her lack of uniform, avatar, and weapons made her visibly harmless.

She had been resting ever since they had returned to the reef and could not bring herself to question where she was and where she would go.

She was usually curious and loud, fascinated by Pandora and had only ever seen the forest Navis. Her curiosity and outspokenness meant that she would ask those questions eventually, but now she just wanted to rest.

Neteyam checked up on her frequently, hoping that she would be feeling better and speak to him. However, every time he entered her tent, she would turn over and pretend to be asleep.

Now, he was walking with his little brother and Spyder on the beach and reflecting on the events of the previous day. “I don’t know, but she saved my life,” Neteyam replies, sitting down on the sand and glancing at his little brother who sits and looks at him in confusion.

“One of Quaritch’s soldiers had a direct shot at me. I should’ve withdrew instead of firing but I hesitated and suddenly, I’m tackled and falling into the sea.”

Lo’ak nods and stares off into the ocean in thought, glancing back at his brother and grateful that he was here and alive. The reality that he could’ve lost his Neteyam struck him and he realized that although he wanted to get Spyder back, it was not worth risking his family.

Trying to lighten the mood, Lo’ak suddenly laughs causing Neteyam and Spyder to turn their heads to him.

“She’s hot” Lo’ak smirks. Neteyam thumps the back of his head muttering a quick “idiot” before standing back up. Internally, he agreed but would never admit it to his baby brother.

“Hey,” a small voice says from behind them, and Neteyam quickly whips around and spots the girl who had been hibernating for the past twenty-four hours. He notices the gauze on her shoulder that Norm and Max had placed when they flew in, and her new clothes which he guessed they had also given her.

“Hey,” Neteyam replies, stepping forward and glancing down at her tiny frame. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything” he rushes, glancing over her wound once more and checking for injuries. He finally holds her sides and gazes down at her. Lo’ak gave a knowing look to Spyder who quietly laughed.

“I’m okay,” she says, shyly looking away from his intense gaze and looking at the other Navi and human. Lo’ak winks at her, causing her to look at him in shock and turn her head back to Neteyam.

Neteyam notices her discomfort, taking her hand and leading her to his family’s tent which was completely empty.

The two sit in silence before Neteyam speaks up. “Thank you… for what you did. I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for you. I’m Neteyam by the way,” he introduces himself. The girl looks back at him and softly smiles in response, her head still spinning with thoughts of what would happen now. “Neteyam,” she repeats. “I’m Y/N.”

His heart skipped a beat at her saying his name and he touches her hand, staring into her hazel orbs that were filled with confusion. He found himself wishing that he could take that wariness and fear away. He couldn’t deny how beautiful she was. He hated her human clothes for covering her form and wished that he could simply take his knife and cut off the restricting material. The night before, he found himself filled with desire thinking about how her breasts had looked through her wet shirt. He ended up having to sneak out of the tent late at night, his manhood hard and showing no sign of going back down. His dream prior to awakening that night was even more explicit, and he found himself wondering how it would sound if she moaned his name. As he sat behind a tree far from the village, he pushed his loincloth to the side and pulled out his erect cock. He moved his hand up and down, flicking his wrist and letting his head fall back onto the tree in pleasure. He remembered his dream, and the way her breasts were above him as she sat on his lap. He remembered the subtle “Neteyam” she whispered in his dream. He groaned and released into his hand, before exhaustedly leaning back onto the tree and asking himself what was wrong with him.

Staring at each other in a comfortable silence, Neteyam found himself leaning in and observing her reaction. She froze, her eyes glancing down at his lips and back up causing him to smirk. “You want me?” he murmured into her ear, leaving soft kisses on her cheek down to her neck.

She gives a single nod, and Neteyam smiles and gently holds her waist. He moves down, kissing all the way to the way top of her breasts and groans at the material blocking her skin. He grabs the knife he keeps in his holster, and suddenly cuts her shirt off in a single swipe causing her to gasp.

He smirks, staring at her globes that he had dreamt about. He couldn’t believe that she was as into this as he was. He assumed that his attraction towards her had been one sided. The way she stared back at him now, Neteyam knew that she wanted him just as badly, and that thought turned him on even more.

As he kisses down her breasts and latches onto a nipple, sucking harshly and glancing up to see her reaction. She moaned at the sudden action and threw her head back in pleasure, picking up one hand from the ground as she had been leaning back on both hands and holding the back of Neteyam’s head.

He grazed the nipple with his teeth, causing her to moan. “Fuck,” she moaned at the small bite. She firmly held his head to keep him there, wanting him to do that again and again. He moved to the other breast and sucked, moaning when he saw her lean her head back and bite her lip. He let go of her nipple with his mouth before pinching them causing her to arch her back against his front.

He blindly grabs his mat and unrolls it, laying her down on it and moving his down to her pants. Not wanting him to cut it again, she quickly pushes them down and follows with her underwear. Neteyam looked between her legs, observing how her cunt was so empty, wet and clenching desperately.

He puts his nose against her cunt, the wetness getting on his bridge. He groaned at how delightful she smelled, and couldn’t wait another second. He puts his mouth right on her clit, causing her to scream. “Neteyam,” she yells as he lapses at her clit, harshly sucking like it was his last meal. Her legs tightened around his head, and he grazed his teeth against her clit causing her to scream his name once more.

“That’s right baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good,” he says as inserts a finger while continuously sucking on her clit. He pushes his long finger in and groans at how tight she is.

“You're so small,” Neteyam moaned, sticking another digit in. He continued fingering her and again sucked her nipple. “How is this tight little pussy gonna fit my cock? I’m gonna ruin you,” he says and feels her clenching around his fingers.

With one hand still fingering her, he uses his other hand to grip his cock over his loincloth for relief. He removes his finger before her release, sucking on the wetness while looking directly into her eyes. She whines and gestures to his loincloth, pleading with her eyes for him to remove it.

“You’re not ready yet. I need to open you up,” he explains. He knew how much bigger he was compared to her.

Ignoring his response, she gets up and pushes it to the side. His cock was erect, standing tall and dripping precum off the top. He was so big too—she had no idea how it would fit.

Still, she grips his cock causing him to hiss and let his head fall back. “Shit,” he shouts. She strokes it a few times, her grip tight and firm.

While stroking, she suddenly licks the tip causing him to moan and hold her head in place. She takes more of him in, bobbing her head back and forth. “Shit baby just like that,” he groans, looking down at her trying to take more of him in.

Her eyes watered and she stared up at him, wanting to make him feel good. The sight turned him on and he suddenly grips her head in place and starts to thrust into her mouth. “You’re so pretty,” he moans, staring down at her as he fucks her throat and tears leak out of her eyes. Her eyes watered and her mouth was stuffed, and he groans again at the sight. He speedens his thrusts and watches you gag on his cock. “So pretty. Your doing so well baby,” he praises and continues to watch the beautiful girl moan into his cock.

So immersed in his pleasure, Neteyam didn’t hear or see his younger brother that was making his way into the tent.

“Yo bro have you seen..” Lo’ak walks in seeing the back of Neteyam’s head and not noticing what was going on. Neteyam’s back was facing the entrance of the tent where Lo’ak entered, so he did not see the girl that was laying down in front of his brother. Not hearing the other Sully brother over their deep breaths, Lo’ak continues walking further in the tent.

When he approaches his older brother's side, he widens his eyes and notices the human girl laying down in front of him.

Observing her form, he was slightly turned on. Yet, he noticed the slight red border on the mat the two were on.

“BRO THAT’S MY MAT!" Lo'ak yells causing both Neteyam and the girl to scramble apart and attempt to cover themselves.

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pandorascrush · 1 year

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This was an original ask from @neytirishottie that goes "Can you do a smut with yandere loak stalking the reader just to get a good nut in and when he sees her family left he uses it to his advantage"

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ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK! I DON’T OWN ANY CHARACTER!

PAIRING: LO’AK X OMITIKAYA READER

WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, fingering, fem!bodied reader, omitikaya!reader, dry humping, aged up Lo’ak, degradation kink, squirting,creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry humping, pet names

NOTES: In this fic, and probably in any with Lo’ak, he will be aged up. I don’t feel comfortable writing smut for Lo’ak at his current age even if he is considered an adult at 15 in na’vi terms. This goes for any other character as well if I feel like they are too young. So he is aged up and so is the reader. So 18-19 age range for him. My song recommendation for this is Daddy by Ramsey <3

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Lo’ak didn't want to admit it, but he had been waiting for this moment. Ever since you completed your iknimaya, you had been avoiding the ceremony to present yourself as a reborn na’vi woman. You had been what can be considered, a late bloomer. But you had done that on purpose, after all you didn’t want your family to try and pair you off with a mate. Because you knew exactly who they had chosen to be your mate. You walked in on the conversation between your parents when you first heard it. You felt yourself freeze in shock as they whispered amongst themselves that Lo’ak had been considered. The second son of the Olo’eyktan, and the most immature who didn’t seem to take anything seriously. How could they possibly think that that son, with the wandering eyes and rebellious nature could ever be a responsible mate. Little did you know he had been the one bringing up the subject to your parents, telling them he would wait for you until you finished your iknimaya, in order to fully come forward as your suitor.

Lo’ak had found the perfect hiding spot to watch you from, perched on a tree that was tall enough to watch you from above through a small opening as you got ready. He was watching you like a predator, waiting for the right moment to catch his prey. You had been inside your home, which was at the edge of where the Omitikaya had made their new home. Your mother trying to rush you as you prepared everything you needed for your ceremony. She was fussing around you trying to get your hair perfect making sure you looked presentable for tonight. You lightly hissed at her swatting her hands away and you decided to shoo her and the rest of your family out. You grabbed the white paint and began to finish up on the last step. You lightly dipped your hands in the paint, making sure your fingers were well coated as they began dragging lines down your face.

Lo’ak wanted to see you at a closer angle, so he decided to descend the tree and sneak around your home, finding a small opening to spy on your form. He could see as you dipped your fingers gently in the white paint, and as you began tracing them down your face and neck, the light fire in the middle of your home illuminating your form creating beautiful shadows of your silhouette. As you lightly traced your chest with your fingers, he couldn’t help but feel as his cock began to strain against his loincloth. He couldn’t help it, his eyes would always wander to your form, using his eyes to trace your body since he couldn’t actually use his hands. As your fingers began cascading down your arms he couldn’t help but let his hand wander down to his cock, lightly squeezing his cock trying to find some relief. Every bend and twist of your body to reach the places you needed, provoked him as he needed more, letting his hand reach under to grab his cock as he began pumping it, throwing his head back as he could feel his need increase. That’s when he decided that he needed more. He needed to feel you, to taste you, after all you were going to be his mate. After tonight everything would be official, you would be his and nobody could change that. He decided to walk in, not caring if what he was about to do was deemed too bold.

“Let me help you.” You body froze as you felt his body up close to your back. You hadn’t realized he had even been there, or even in your home for that matter. As he pushed his body close to yours, leaving no gap in between your back and his chest you could feel his breath down your neck.

“Lo’ak what are you doing here.” You whisper in confusion as you try to look back but his sudden hold on you prevents you from turning as he stops you in his tracks. He pulls you back closer against him, you feel his hot skin against yours and you become acutely aware of his cock straining against your back. You feel your ears pin flat against your head as you feel his tail slap your leg excitedly, and you feel your own twitch in between the two of you, causing his cock to stir even more.

“I’m just here to help you finish your paint.” He whispers in your ear as he reaches over you dipping his own fingers in the white paint. He steps back just enough to begin tracing his own fingers down your back, reveling in the feeling of finally feeling his skin on yours. He traces down your back, making sure to let his fingers linger at the dip in your back, imaging what it would feel like to let his hand rest there as he fucks you from behind. He lets his hand wander and lets it wrap around the base of your tail, causing you to jump as you begin to feel your nipples harden and your heart beat faster as you feel a fire begin in your belly. You couldn't help but lean back out of surprise, he uses this to his advantage as he grabs onto your hips and pulls them flush against his own, now you really feel the outline of his cock. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he gives a small thrust into you, not fighting it, something in your mind lets you give into him. You can feel as he tugs on his loincloth moving it to the side, you look down behind you just in time to see him pull out his cock with his left hand. It’s hard and you can see the tip begin to leak as he lighty starts pumping his cock as he uses his right arm to wrap around your chest, using his hand to grip onto your chin as he makes you look forward.

All you could feel is him laying his cock against your lower back, as he pulls you back in not letting his strong hold on you waver. As he grips onto your hip with his left hand, he lets his right hand wander down to your own loincloth. He begins to rut slowly into your back, as his hand searches underneath your loincloth, and he begins to slowly trace the lips of your pussy with his finger tips. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, never having had anyone else's fingers touch you besides your own. As you let out a moan you could feel his hot breath in your ear as he began to speed up his thrusts against your bacK. You could feel as his hard cock slides over your back, you begin to feel a dampness on your back because of his leaking cock. As his thrusts speed up, his fingers continue to explore you searching for your sensitive nub, feeling as your slick starts coating his fingers. When he finally finds it, begins rubbing slow tight circles and you let out a choked cry, feeling your heart racing against your chest. Your breaths puff out in small bursts as you throw your head back, feelings as a new wave of wetness coats his fingers. He begins lining up the time of his thrusts to the tight circles on your clit. He uses your head being thrown back to his advantage as he drops his head, his lips finding your own. His tongue wasting no time, slipping into your mouth and you let it in, you let all of him in. You slip your own tongue into his mouth, and your kiss becomes sloppy, same as his thrusts against your back. You can’t help but cling onto him as his hard thrusts begin to throw you off balance. You’re lost in a trance as you begin to feel your pussy clench around nothing, your legs shaking slightly. You lean back on him as you feel his hot cock twitch behind you. You can’t help but reach your left arm behind you, in between the both of you, grasping his cock into your own hand. The feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock making him lose control, as he began drawing faster circles on your clit, feeling as you began twitching against him. You feel the air around you become hot, making you lose all sense of control and time, feeling yourself close to cumming. He began leaving sloppy kisses down your throat, wetting your skin along the way and you began to feel delirious as you bit down on your lip. His burning skin against yours, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, and his heavy cock leaking against your back all make you lose control as you cum with a cry. You feel yourself twitching as he continues to rub circles on your sensitive clit, rutting like an animal in heat against your back. He suddenly pulls his fingers from your pussy, wrapping them around his cock using your cum to lube himself as he begins pumping his cock. You can’t help but hold onto his hip as you feel him jerk himself off behind you. You lean your head back to look at him in his eyes as you shift slightly to take his cock in your right hand, pumping him fast, feeling as his cock twitches in your hand. He takes his right hand and starts giving his balls small tugs as you pump him. His left hand finds itself under your top as he starts cupping and kneading your breasts. The feeling of your hand pumping him, your breasts in his hand, your hot breath fanning his face, all make his balls tighten. He cums with a groan as he throws his head back, his hot cum spurting out in thick streams all over your back, dripping down your leg. He can’t help pull you in closer, taking in your scent as he rubs his body on yours, feeling his cum rub between the two. He shifts your body so that you're facing him, and he grabs your face and pulls you in for a heated kiss. You feel his hands wander your body, and you feel him grab onto your braid as he lightly pulls on it. He looks down and notices your paint is ruined, smudged by the both of you with his cum. He smirks as he looks over your body, with a look you can’t seem to decipher.

“Looks like I ruined your paint.” Is all he says as he kisses you one last time, pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth as he lightly bites down.

“You’re mine.” He says possessively as he begins to walk away. Leaving you dazed with your body paint ruined. You can’t help but watch him walk away, leaving your mind reeling with what just happened.

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Per request, here ya go my toodies!!!! Also for some reason I had to break up this fic, into two "blocks" when i've never had to do that before. I'm assuming they put a character limit per block...strange. They will never stop my greatness.Let me know what ya’ll think and ENJOY!

TOODLES <3

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omgkatherine01 · 1 year

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A New Sun

Summary: Earth is dying, and the Sky People returned to Pandora to make a new home. General Frances Ardmore was pleased with how everything turned out, but she didn't want to leave the only family she had back on Earth, her 17 year old daughter Isabella, who was decided to join in with her mother, and was volunteering for project for a way to make people breath without masks the gaseous air of Pandora without suffocation

Isabella, who lost her father when she was 11, and with her mother never around, had closed herself from a young age, and had only one friend since childhood, who had join in as well with his scientist mother.

Isabella found Pandora beautiful and fascinating. She found it dangerous as well... but she never thought she would find more friends, and love.

Note: I changed the ages; Neteyam 19, Spider and Kiri are 18, Lo'ak is 17, and Tuktirey is 9. And it won't follow much of the second movie.

Pairing: Lo'ak x female reader

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 coming soon

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slxtformen · 1 year

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JEALOUS. | Neteyam Sully

pairing: Neteyam Sully x reader!y/n

warnings!: 18+, smut, fluff, swearing, jealous, toxic? intimate kissing, arguing/fighting, possessive, handsy, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

summary: neteyam has been busy with his duty's and hasn't been paying you much attention so you make sure to give him a reason too. (by flirting with his brother)

neteyam sully loved PDA, whether it be holding hands, arms clutching round your waist or sneaking kisses during feast. he needed people to know you were his and only his.

the markings he would leave on your neck and body were usually enough to scare clan members away, if being mated to the son of toruk makto wasn't enough that was.

y/n was mad at neteyam. he had been so busy with his duty's and patrol that he had been paying absolutely no attention to her. usually this wouldn't bother her, but it had been weeks since neteyam had even displayed any sort of affection other than a short kiss before leaving to fulfil his duty's with his father.

so here she was, the only night neteyam had been given off from his patrol, sat across the feast from him, desperately close to his younger brother, her best friend, lo'ak.

she bit her lip, tilting her head sideways as her ears lay flat, smiling widely at the younger boy, knowing exactly how to act to gain her mates attention.

she laughed at what lo'ak had said and reached her hand to his head, patting and rubbing in affection. lo'ak had no idea of her gameplay and leaned into her hand willingly.

neteyam watched, his hands balling into fists so hard that blood had trickled down his arms from the crescent moon shaped cuts he had created with his finger nails. his eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

his blood boiled and a low predatory growl abrupted from deep in his throat. his eyes saw red as he watched his soulmate laughing and even daring to touch his skxawng brother.

lo'ak reached and placed a gentle hand on y/ns knee, daringly close to her thigh. neteyam snapped, this was too far, how dare lo'ak touch what's his.

he harshly stood up from his seated position next to kiri and began striding through the crowds of people eating and chatting to get to her.

y/n heard footsteps approaching her, and she smirked, turning her head just in time for neteyan to reach her and lo'ak. instantly, lo'ak retracted his hand and his blood drew cold at the sight of his brothers face, neyetam had never looked so furious.

neteyams arm wrapped tightly around her waist and pulled her into his side possessively. he glared at lo'ak and it looked as if he was about to fight his own brother.

"lo'ak. you keep your hands off what belongs to me, yes?" neteyam spoke through gritted teeth, his fingers pressed into her hips, aiming to leave bruising. y/n smirked softly, her head hung.

"neyeyam! sh-she is my friend, only! you skxawng." lo'ak answered back, bravely. y/n raised her eyes to him and mouthed a 'thank you'.

"back off, now." neteyam replied, looking down at his brother with daggers and pushing his finger threateningly into his chest. lo'ak raised his hands up defensively as he backed away, understanding he would not beat his brother in a fight.

neteyam grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the village without a word. he dragged her to their hut they shared, ignoring her pleas and 'sorrys' on the way.

only when they finally reached their hut and the door was closed, pinning her against the door, did he finally speak.

"you little minx" he spoke lowly, his eyes hooded and ears flat. his hands were on her hips, pressing her firmly into the door.

y/ns lips twitched into a smirk. she lifted her chin, her eyes flickering over his hardened features. he had never looked this angry.

"I needed someone to talk to since your normally busy," she whined back, locking her jaw, rolling her tongue over cheek. she knew exactly what she was doing.

neteyam growled lowly and quietly, however it raised goose bumps on her blue skin. he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat.

"you're mine. y/n," he spoke sternly, one of his hands reaching up and grabbing her jaw, the other snaking down her body and resting on her lower back, daring to move lower.

"really? that's why you leave me everyday, giving me no choice but to entertain myself." she said in a sickeningly sweet tone, purring softly when he tightened his grip on her jaw.

neteyam let out a dry laugh and shook his head, lowering his face, so they were at eye level, his pupils blown, dark with rage and lust.

"keep running your mouth like that, i dare you. ill make sure the whole village can hear it scream." he spoke darkly, his knee finding its way between her thighs and forcefully spreading them apart, he pressed his thigh against her heat as she purred louder, breath hitching at the sensation.

"you think you can flirt with other men, with lo'ak? you know he wants you and you know that I already knew. i hope you know what you've just signed up for;" he said, his hand going from her jaw to her throat, locking around it.

y/n inhaled, her hand reached up and wrapped round his wrist trying to pry him away for a little bit of air. her eyes danced with desire. she leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

they kissed like they needed each others lips to breathe, like if they would stop the universe around them would collapse and obliterate. teeth clashes, lips bruised as he nipped at hers with his fangs. it was pure, unfiltered want and anger.

neteyam pressed his thigh further into her heat, earning a soft whimper from her lips, he smirked, kissing down on her jaw, biting and nipping at her neck making sure to leave marks.

"nete, people will see those." she breathed, gasping softly when he bit down on her shoulder, drawing blood.

"let them see what your great mighty warrior can do, at least then people will know what's mine." he said against her skin, lifting his hands up over her clothed breasts, he reached round and untied the piece of material that was barely covering her anyway.

He quickly snaked both hands around her back and under her thighs, hoisting her effortlessly into his arms. she tightened her legs around his torso, causing him to groan.

he carried her over to their shared sleeping area, setting her down and hovering over her body, connecting their lips together aggressively.

y/ns hands wondered over his neck and down his toned torso, she stopped just above his loincloth, gently grazing her fingers over his lower abdomen. his eyes shut in pleasure and he purred slowly into the kiss.

neteyams mouth travelled from her lips to her neck, moving down until latching onto her nipple, sucking. a loud moan abrupted from her throat, he smirked into her skin.

he ran his hands over her body, groaning against her lips.

"this is mine to touch, only mine." he growled, kissing her harshly, hands massaging her now bruised and swollen nipples. he kneaded the sensitive skin as she let out another loud whimper.

"that's it, baby, make those noises for me." he spoke lowly, pinching her nipple and making her hiss in pain due to the sensitivity.

neteyam smirked, lowering himself and pulling down the remainder of her clothing, so that she was now fully exposed to him.

he hovered over her heat, his warm breath fanning the soaked and sensitive area. he traced his fingers deadly close to her core, teasingly.

"your so needy, i haven't even touched you. is this all from me, my girl?"

y/n tightened her jaw, fingers clenching around nothing as he carefully teased her.

"no, lo'ak was-" she began to speak, but neteyam sunk his teeth into the skin of her thigh, making her groan in pain and pleasure.

"don't lie to me, y/n. who got you this riled up?" he asked again, eyes staring daggers into hers, his fingers tightly gripped her thigh, right where he had just pierced skin .

"y-you did!" she whimpered desperately. her core was burning and aching for him. she needed him to touch her.

"that's what i thought." he sneered, pushing her thighs open, exposing her soaked pussy on full display.

neteyam almost drooled at the sight. her perfectly, pretty core splayed out just for him. it was only for him.

he lifted his thumb to her clit, slowly drawing circles on the bundle of throbbing nerves.

"please..'tyam." she groaned out his favourite nickname. she squeezed her eyes shut from the taunting. his head rolled back at the nickname and his member grew solid.

"how about i put my baby in you, oh how my parents have desperately been asking me when we will be expecting. then no one will dare touch you when your round with my child, ey?" he smirked, sliding his middle finger into her entrance, curling upwards to hit her g-spot.

y/n whimpered quietly when he added a second finger. her head was thrown back against a pillow, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

he lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his tongue. enjoying her heightened moans.

his fingers worked inside her while his tongue worked on her clit. y/ns legs wrapped round his neck, trying desperately to pull him closer than he already was.

she could feel the knot in her core coiling, the pleasure that coursed through her veins made her eyes roll into her skull.

"that's it, my girl," neteyam hummed, curling his fingers upward and basking in her moans, his erection straining against his loincloth, begging to be freed.

y/n felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, her back arching into the blankets as neteyam lapped up her release, still curling her overstimulated clit.

after he was satisfied with her whimpers , he raised himself to hover over her, wrapping his hand around her throat and kissing her harshly.

y/n purred into the kiss, running her hands down his sides. goose bumps rose on his skin as she reached round to grab his queue, pulling her own around her body she looked lowly into his eyes.

neyetam groaned as she looked at his with pure filth in her eyes and slowly pulled his queue toward her own, making the bond. his eyes widened as he would never get used to the feeling and her purring grew louder as her body twitched in overstimulation.

he kissed her jaw and brushed his fingers slowly across her skin, earning soft whimpers.

neteyam pulled his loincloth to the side, letting his erection tease her entrance, the tip just barely sliding in.

"please neteyam." she begged, nails digging into his shoulders and back as he dragged out the moment.

suddenly he pushes himself in with one sharp, quick thrust. she cried out due to the sudden pain of his length.

the low animalistic groan that escapes neteyams lips is pure euphoria. the guttural sound was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

"oh, that's it, my love." he breathes into her neck, his hands on her hips as he starts thrusting.

the sounds of skin slapping, breathless moans and purring echoed and was sure to be heard from outside their hut, if anyone had returned from the feast they would be sure to hear.

"'tyam-" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, enabling him to get even deeper.

"that's right my love, say my name, my name," he groaned lowly, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, the cries of pleasure from her lips enticing him more.

y/ns head fell back, tears pricked her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

the knot in her stomach was coiling tightly, her eyes rolled into her skull, and she arched herself further into him.

"nete, I'm close," she whimpered softly, lacing her fingers through his braids and gripping them tightly, pulling and yanking softly at the roots.

"fuck, that feels good," he breathed, fingers digging into her bruised hips.

those words were all it took to send her plummeting over the edge, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the village.

neteyam came seconds later, thrusts drawing sloppy as he released inside of her. his soft laboured breathing and purring made her head spin.

"maybe i should flirt with lo'ak more often," y/n said, her fingers grazing through his braids, pulling lightly as he let out a growl, eyes narrowing.

"just joking." she spoke through rapid breaths, her lips slightly twitching into a smirk.

neteyam shook his head in disapproval, lightly kissing her forehead and standing up to get cleaned off.

"I'm sorry for flirting with lo'ak, it was wrong. he is your brother." y/n said after she cleaned herself with the damp cloth neteyam had brought her.

"it is alright, i should pay more attention to my mate," neteyam spoke quietly, keeping his guilt ridden eyes away from hers as he turned around to face the wall of the hut.

"hey, look at me," she whispered, grabbing his arm and forcing him to face her, reaching up to his cheek.

"i love you, and that's not going to change, we are mated for life under eywa. i need to learn to deal that being mated to the mighty warrior tsyeyk'ian, things will be a little different." y/n admitted and let her eyes reach his, staring into his yellow orbs with a small smile.

"well hopefully you are to get pregnant so that my father will give me time off to care for my mate and child," neteyam spoke with hopeful eyes as a cheeky grin plastered across his face, y/n rolled her eyes and stalked away from him to rearrange their sleeping area,

however, a secret smile rose to her face at the thought of having neteyams child.

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nilsavatar · 7 months

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DAY 18 - MIRROR SEX

Parings: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI + 18, no use of Y/N, SMUT, ANGST, friends with benefits, hookups, enemies to lovers, revenge sex, anger sex, rough sex, mirror sex, P in V, cream pie, Lo'ak loves video games, they both have issues, both toxic. All characters are AGED-UP.

Word Count: 4,2k

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One nice thing about having a human outpost near the village? Video games.

Lo’ak was compulsively pressing his thumbs and index fingers on the PlayStation controller. It was outdated and small in his hands, but the rich assortment of games to draw from was worth the effort. His fingers scanned the incessant succession of attacks, parries, and rolls he forced his PC to perform sequentially. Attack, dodge, attack, then roll, move away and heal, repeat again. His agitation and nervousness were directly proportional to the passage of time, which increasingly made him hold his breath and twist his guts in on themselves. The boss he was fighting with was really tough, he had been defeated countless times, but never, ever, did he give up. On the contrary, every time he started the boss-fight he felt more and more charged and willing, and finally, all his willpower was about to pay off. It was knocking that giant bearded knight hooded in red down this time. The tip of his tongue peeped out from his contracted lips in pure concentration, and his fingertips pressed ever more neurotically on the keys of the joystick, which he brought closer and closer to his chest as if the proximity helped to increase the force of the blows he was piercing Gael with. He squinted his eyes, thumbs aching from exertion — if he didn't get tendonitis this time, he would never get it — when a sharp sound distracted him.

Dammit, not now!

Undaunted he kept pressing X, circle, R1, dodge, now loaded shot. It was close. Very close indeed, but the trilling of the doorbell would not cease, becoming more and more insistent, in a harassing call that seemed to drill straight through his brain, until it stopped in a dazed knocking.

What the fuck, she's going to kick down the door!

He had already figured out who it was, there was only one person who knew that when he was locked there, there was no other way to get him out. He got up from the couch huffing, and threw the controller between the cushions. His revenge against Gael had gone to hell and, stifling a few expletives, went to open the door, already ready to welcome his sister through his piqued tongue. But the outburst died in the bud as soon as he saw her face flooded with tears that gushed from her lower eyelids like waterfalls. He stared at her taken aback; he had never seen his little sister so upset. Usually, it was laughter that unmolded her face, not tears.

“Tuk…”

At the sound of her name, the girl threw herself on his lean chest, clutching his shoulders, and cried. Among the sobs, he recognized one sentence, "I am ugly. Ugly and weird." “Wait,” he pulled her inside the room, escorting her in the direction of the sofa, "Let's not talk on the door, sit down.” He then walked to the kitchen, where he retrieved a large glass of water and handed it to her as he took a seat at her side. Tuk looked at him for only one excruciating instant, before setting her sad, hard, candy-gloss eyes on the glass, clenched between trembling hands, but it was enough to chill him like a gunshot with a silencer. You don't hear the shot and by the time you realize it, it's too late, the bullet has already pierced your flesh and reached your heart.

“What happened?” She hesitated before spitting between her teeth, “Mawoë.” Lo'ak sighed, “What did he do this time?” “He said I'm weird,” she repeated bitterly, “That my kuru (neural queue) is repulsive.”

Big brother rested his elbows on his knees, gathering his head between his palms, raven braids covered his ice-cold irises. He took his time before replying; he didn't want to come across as too brusque or insensitive, not when his beloved little sister was shattered in front of him. It wasn’t so often that Tuk, like Neteyam, was targeted for her hybrid origins. Unlike him and Kiri, they did not have such obvious human traits. Although the avatars were produced to be virtually identical to the Na'vi, they had distinctive features inherited from the human genome. The most obvious were eyebrows, a firmer musculature, smaller eyes, a more pronounced nasal septum, and, of course, the infamous five digits on each hand and foot. Lo'ak owned most of these. But there was another, much more difficult to detect that was common to all four Sully siblings and that brought out into the open even those two for whom Eywa seemed to have had a keen eye.

The position of the queue.

The queue of an avatar starts at the base of the skull, whereas a Na'vi queue starts at the top of it. Although noticing it was not immediate, its conformation necessarily involved readjusting traditional hairstyles, which on them did not open up where they normally would. In a way, he was impressed that a child noticed, but the act of bullying was inexcusable. Not that he was surprised. The Metkayina had proved to be intolerant and closed-minded from the start, and this kid was the younger brother of one of Ao'nung's friends, one of those who had dragged him at the Three Brothers.

“We were playing when he picked up my tswin (queue, braid) and said it sucked. Everyone else started laughing at me, saying it was the aliens' tswin.” Her big yellow eyes filled with salty drips again, breaking her voice as her grip tightened on her glass. Lo'ak clenched his fists in anger and clenched his jaw. The urge to swoop out of the lab and smash someone's face becoming more impelling with every second. It was the reaction he would have for anyone, but to make Tuk Tuk cry like that was truly unforgivable. Evidently the famous Forest Boys vs. Fish Lips fistfight had not been enough; they needed a reminder.

He laid a hand on her shoulder, conciliating, and drew her close to him, letting Tuk rest his head in the crook of his neck, where she released a deep sigh, broken by the now exhausted weeping. “Everything will work out, I'll take care of it.” A final sob gave way to a weak laugh. The little girl guessed perfectly what her brother meant, but she simply nodded, snuggling closer to him, barely rubbing her index finger and thumb on the pendant he wore around his neck, “Will you let me play?” He puffed out a smile: his sister was back. “All right, but you should get Mom to clean you up. You're dirty with sand.” All perky the little girl rushed to the door, “Get ready to lose!”

He dropped sitting on the bed in the adjoining room, huffing in distress as he untied the band he wore on his left arm, which slid down to the floor as if it had a will of its own. He huffed a second time, stooping to the floor to pick it up, but his noisy breathing turned into a tremor the instant two tapering hands clutched at his chest, eagerly smoothing his entire torso from his pecs to the edge of his loincloth. The confusion and surprise vanished from his face at the exact moment when one of the hands seeped into the fabric, in a clear attempt to reach the manly part scarcely concealed by it.

“Tuk could be back any minute,” he chided in a gasp, blocking the hand with his palm, a gesture that only worsened the effect the girl was already having on him. The bulge between his legs was a glaring demonstration. His breathing became heavier as her delicate hands returned to caress his chest, while her lips lapped softly at the sensitive epidermis of his earlobe, where she whispered persuasively, “So? You've been playing for hours, completely ignoring me.”

From what pulpit, he would have liked to retort, but instead he replied, “You jumped on me as soon as I got here. Isn't that enough for you?” “I can never get enough of your cock,” she emphasized, wrapping his hard member with an eagerness that caused him to gasp and shudder down his spine. Only her touch could make him react like that.

You can do without me, though, can't you?

As much as Lula'ni's attentions were appreciated, if not coveted at this juncture, Lo'ak could not let go as usual. Not after Tuk's words; the pain that twisted her cute little face, and the feeling of helplessness still so vivid. They take hold of your being as if it were your own blood that drags them along the pathways that nourish the whole organism; oxygen that preserves and destroys life. For Mawoë was not only brother to that idiot who followed Ao'nung everywhere like a licker, he was also brother to the girl who was now pumping him at a slow and deadly pace, waiting for him to succumb to his own weaknesses.

Ironic, isn't it?

But after all, that was why their little game had begun. Lo'ak had seduced and deflowered her out of spite, to take some sort of revenge — he had failed with Tsireya, so why not try his luck with the sister of asshole No. 2? Lula’ni on the other hand... He couldn’t tell why she had been playing along; it was rather obvious that she was not naive enough not to see his real intentions masquerading as flirtation. It was probably because of his appearance, so unusual for a Na'vi, his outcast, alien aura. Out of curiosity and transgression. Enough to let that game go on until now and evolve into an odd friendship.

The young woman instantly sensed the disturbance and, understanding and sweet, she interrupted her warm advances, cupping his face between her fingers and forcing him to look at her. "Lo'ak, what's wrong?" His golden orbs were lost in the vast, calm waters that were her irises, but he found no peace in them, only lies and the terrible, vivid knowledge that he had wasted his time with her. How could such welcoming eyes, kissed by the kindness of a river, belong to such a cruel woman?

Beautiful on the outside, rotten on the inside.

Over the months she had only become better at making a pretty face. At least she used to show herself for what she really was and that was one of the reasons why, no matter how infuriating it was, she had always attracted him. Lula'ni felt no fear or remorse at being herself. She mocked him, at the time, for that very appearance that had driven her into his arms and impaled her on his cock. It was precisely her doggedness that made him question the motivation behind her inexplicable interest in tormenting him. To call it 'torment' was a bit much, but she loved to poke him, as if to nick him, to make him feel as small as an insect to be squashed. But Lo'ak was no insignificant bug. He was a wasp ready to sting. In fact, he never wasted any time in penetrating her soft, well-groomed skin, make it purple with its venomous forked tongue.

Oh, how it infuriated her at first; it was a sight! Fury that gradually faded into respect, into a continuous provocation aimed at teasing a reaction that had now become her drug. She liked the way he stood up to her, liked the painful stabs to her self-esteem. It brought them closer and closer. So much so that one day, hidden behind a palm tree, the sting found its way into the girl's battered heart, thanks to a sudden wet and messy kiss that later turned into a stolen virginity on the beach on a festival night. Lula'ni could make up all the lies she wanted, but he knew he was the first to take possession of that amazing body. He wasn't sure if he was the only one to have had her after that, but he was certainly the only one to have loved her in spite of himself. That was why she always came back to him.

“Don't you feel like it?” she asked offended. Lo'ak rolled his eyes. As usual, her insecurities, steeped in selfishness and narcissism, took over. She paid no attention to the little girl he had mentioned earlier. He was tempted to kick her out of his bed, out of the lab and finally out of his life, because he had reached the end of his tether. He could no longer tolerate the egocentricity of the beautiful girl in front of him. Being a secret was no longer enough for him. It was time to make a choice: come out or go their separate ways. Too many opportunities to be happy with someone else he had given up for her, it was time for her to get the two in spades.

But not tonight.

Tonight the hangdog expression seeking reassurance and those curves, hidden by the sheets, still had the effect of clouding his brain, of making his blood drain all over to fill his substantial shaft like a sponge. And why not? Make her pay for how Mawoë had mistreated Tuk. An eye for an eye.

A violent spark ignites the automatic motor that animates his primal urges. He lifted her easily by her ass and pushed her onto the bed, who giggled in satisfaction as she positioned herself between his thighs, already ready to receive him. She loved being taken like this, almost violently; it was a poignant sensation of submission that drove her mad, made her feel irresistible. As if she was able to activate those animal instincts that so many people try to put to sleep. And partly that was so, but not entirely; in this instant it was the desire to return to her at least an ounce of the suffering she had given him that moved him. All this time she had been using him; it was time to return the favor. He wasn't going to love her tonight, no, he was just going to fuck her, and then have her spit out the truth and thrown Lula’ni away if necessary.

Lo'ak hastily shrugged off the tewng with one hand as he unceremoniously sucked a couple of phalangi and stepped past the sheets, not at all surprised to find no barrier garment between his fingers and her intimacy. “I'm already wet,” she whispered sensuously in his ear as she clung to his shoulders with her hands. He said nothing to this sentence, didn't even nod, just pushed himself all the way in, not caring about her moan of pain and the nails that dug into his flesh. She liked it that way, brutal. Beneficial at the moment, it allowed him to pour all his resentment directly into her. He plugged her mouth with his palm to quiet her obscene and embarrassing cries, “They'll hear you,” he scolded breathlessly. “Who cares,” she huffed between uncontrolled yowls. He clenched his fists, imprisoning part of the mattress cover, coming almost completely out of her and then penetrating her with even more energy than before, totally shocking her.

“What's the matter with you?” she asked overflowing with lust from both her high-pitched voice and her shiny, gem-round eyes. “You don't care,” he thrusted even harder, “You don't fucking care about anything or anyone besides yourself,” he quickened his pace, ignoring her rebukes. He wanted to finish as soon as possible; he was hating every single moment when her tight, enveloping walls suffocated his manhood. At one point he felt a searing heat take over his entire lower abdomen, giving rapid convulsions of obvious significance; he was on the edge, endurance included. It came out of her in the midst of ejaculation, soiling the young woman here and there, who grunted in dissatisfaction. She sat down with her back resting on the backrest, bringing the bedspread down to cover her nakedness as his eyes of icy fire pierced her from side to side.

“Have you lost your mind?” she asked hostilely. “How long do we have to go on like this?” “Mind to be clearer?” she taunted him sarcastically. “I got tired of this back-and-forth, Lula. You don't want to be with me, but you won't let me live my life. When I'm finally moving on here you reappear, screwing everything up!” “Stop yelling.” “Are you afraid someone will hear us fighting? To be heard getting fucked is neither hot nor cold to you though. In fact, you like it.” “Lo’ak.” “Leave,” he chuckled coldly. “What?” she blinked a few astonished times, squeezing herself into the sheets. “Are you deaf? Get the fuck out, I never want to see you again.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s over, Lula’ni. This...,” he pointed alternately at their chests, “...indefinite thing between us is over. I’m sick of it. Find yourself another fuck buddy.”

The Metkayina bowed her head on the blanket clutched to her chest and, in a whisper, asked, “What if I told you I didn’t want to be just bedfellows anymore?” “I wouldn’t believe it,” he spat, “To you I’ve always been just a skilled plaything between the sheets.” “N-no, that’s not—.” “Don’t add any more bullshit. I know way too well someone like me has nothing to do with someone like you. The whole clan hates me. Demon blood. Alien. That’s all they see. It would be a snub to your image, I get that. And I was okay with it at first; a friendship with benefits. After all, what else could I expect from you? Normally you wouldn’t even look at me.” “So you were with me just as a sort of payback.” I was with you 'cause I fell in love even with your malignancy, “You were with me just to comfort yourself, my feelings never mattered much to you. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my interest in you.” “Y-yes, but—.” “But you don’t reciprocate and you took advantage of that. That’s all,” he concluded disappointedly, rising from the bed in his birthday suit. His back facing her as he looked out on the placid sea out the window, dominated by a red sunset, which gave the room that cozy warmth typical of the seaside. All around was calm and still, not a breath of wind shook the foliage of the few trees around there, as the first lights of the village were beginning to come alive. Awa’atlu for a small village on an islet was quite lively at night.

Lo’ak leaned against the window jamb with his right hand, arm outstretched to support himself, back hunched as if a cramp was bending him in two. The girl’s hand rested delicately on his deltoid, stroking it up, reaching the upper edge of his left shoulder blade, grazing its outline to his right one, and then slipping over his ribs, while her other hand smoothed his lats on the other side of his torso. Her fingers cautiously tickled his epidermis, going to place on his pectorals. Lo’ak felt himself being pulled backward, and in the process he felt her breasts adhere to his back and her lips rest on the center of his spine.

“Why are you still here?” He wanted to loosen her grip, tug her away, but he couldn’t; the dull ache he felt was too great. “Because I love you,” her mouth was so close to his skin that he shivered. “Stop fooling me.” “I’m not,” she lifted herself up on her toes and placed a kiss between his shoulders, “I love you. I’ve always loved you, but for too long I was attached to the ideal of the popular girl, to the image I had to maintain. I don’t need that anymore." He turned just enough to look over his shoulder lit by the faint blush of the dying sun; the light was so faint that it showed almost no color. “With you I'm happy, you are the only one who understands me and I want everyone to know we are made for each other.” He stared at her open-mouthed and she smiled with that sweet, sincere grimace that only with him had she allowed herself to show, moving to face him truly naked for the first time.

Lula’ni had emerged from the chrysalis, the pupa had become a butterfly.

“Can you forgive me for all the harm I have done to you, and to your family, with my stupidity? Will you start afresh with me?” The Omatikaya framed a hand at the height of their navels with a sly smile, “How do you do? I'm Lo’ak.” She laughed, with that crisp, slightly squeaky laugh that always infused him with warmth, “Lula’ni.” When their palms met, he drew her to him and then gathered her face with both hands, shaking out her silky hair, and kissed her slowly and softly, without that cupidity that used to queen their entwined tongues. Tonight, for the first time, he kissed Lula’ni as one kisses a bride, not a lover. And finally he smiled, resting his forehead on hers, as a couple of joyful tears watered his half-closed eyes, “At last you're mine.” “I’ve always been yours.”

Maybe it was from joy, maybe it was from their unclothed bodies brushing against each other, but Lo’ak felt something firm and substantial pull him toward her belly, who giggled with amusement and a hint of mischief. “Are you about to apologize for just now?” she asked, teasing his dick with a sharp fingernail from the base to the tip. Automatically his hands went to squeeze her rear, forcing her back to the center of the room, “I’m going to make you forget all the nights we were just friends.” Lula’ni arched an eyebrow, encircling his neck and caressing the hair on his nape, as she gave herself the momentum to let him take her in his arms and feel the urgency that pervaded her. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” she said defiantly.

He set her down on the shelf where the sink was embedded, stripping her of her chest cover as he greedily kissed her cleavage. The girl abandoned herself against the surface of the mirror, sighing the moment the laces of the tight loincloth unfastened with a snap, exposing her naked, hairless womanhood, moistened at his mere touch. “Come in,” she whispered in his ear, clinging to his neck; with her fingers twisted in his raven hair, she spread her thighs to make room for him. No need to have her repeat herself twice, because he penetrated her and her voice filled his hearing with guttural murmurs, cadenced by the rhythm of his lunges.

Suddenly, Lula’ni let herself slide down the shelf and his phallus capitulated inexorably out, during a stifled but overflowing ‘no’ of disapproval. With a wry grin plastered on her face, the girl turned around, leaning forward, putting her butt in plain view. The message was clear. He grabbed her by the side with one hand and with the other held his erection, which, after a couple of attempts, returned perfectly to its place. To feel so wrapped up and warm was wonderful. Lo’ak began thrusting again, and with each thrust, Lula’ni’s throat ripped with moans that were increasingly high-pitched, but also choked by the extreme proximity between vocal emissions.

This was their favorite position. And if merely having her in such a submissive pose already aroused him, the presence of the mirror, the sight of their bare bodies, their faces rouged by exertion and deformed by unbridled lust reflected back, so much went to his head that he lost what tiny shred of lucidity he preserved. Ferment that went hand in hand with the borderline absurd little games she played with her pelvic floor muscles, which widened and tightened to her liking and the cadence she wanted to give them, clamping them until they almost pushed him out and then sucked him in. And the attempt to control his orgasm went to hell as well; it poured out with such impetus that it surprised her in a final painful plunge, which made her cry out in pleasure, coming sitting upright.

Lo’ak slumped on his back exhausted, his forearms trembling with fatigue, anchored to the edge of the granite shelf. “You looked like a crazy pali’ (direhorse),” she breathed, “Amazing!” Lula’ni’s subtle laughter broke violently into one last high moan, and the ecstasy on her expression was so sublime it went to his head. Her back collided with a sticky clatter against his chest, and her fingernails crawled over the basin in a vain attempt to hold on to something, clouded by the frenzy. But the release was still far from over; it was creaming on him as if he were an icing cake.

For a nanosecond his sister’s face flew over his mind. Kissing his now-girlfriend, he cast a very brief glance at the door, as if he could look through it, and formulated a single thought.

Hope you’re not coming right now, Tuk. Sorry.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxnafor the prompt!

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eternalslover · 11 months

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Atwow incorrect quotes:

Lo'ak: I was arrested for being too cool

Neteyam: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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ttamin-arts · 1 year

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Age Up Neteyam

I've been thinking about it for days and my friend's questioning improved the idea. I was going to play him at the current age of the film but she didn't know and questioned if I was playing him at an adult age With the marks of the metkayia clan, so I decided to do.

The quality is bad because it's a screenshot, and it's not finished, this is just a "draft"

I'll make it colorful and more beautiful, I'm following the actor's face shape currently

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nat054 · 1 year

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I've got my eye on you

#avatar #avatar the way of water #lo'ak x oc #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x tsireya #lo'ak smut #edits #avatar edit #disney #disney edit

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authoreetea · 1 year

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two birds

sullys x sully f!reader

summary : two birds by regina inspired this so bad, lo'ak is your twin brother and you were his world but instead of neteyam, it was you.

warning: ANGST, lo'ak being so sad and desperate.

note: avatar has made me so depressed istg every time i remember nete dying i SOB. THEN I REMEMBER THIS SONG AND I SOB EVEN MORE. i used to think people lie when they say they cried while writing something they made BUT NOW IK ITS REAL CAUSE I'M SOBBING 😭

sullys stick together. that was the shared motto of the sully family and you all lived by it.

you and your siblings were close but you and lo'ak are closer, probably comes with sharing a womb together.

neteyam was like your mentor, he was always there ready to help you with anything. while kiri wss your confidant.

jake always thought you were a miracle child, being so different compared to nete and of course, your twin brother. you were his princess

lo'ak adores you, he was always so over protective of you and as were you. usually lo'ak does the rash and impulsive decisions while you kept him on his feet to think rationally

yet right now, you were the one making rash decisions.

as you stood on the ship that was filled with sky people, lo'ak had dragged you three into saving spider, after you guys grabbed some guns for protection.

once you guys have finally retrieved the human boy, you sighed in relief thinking all would go well but quite the opposite happened.

you were steps ahead of neteyam and you saw someone about to shoot him by his neck, and you didn't spare any time to think when you yelled

"nete! look out" you yelled as loud as you could, and jumped in his way. you felt the impact of the bullet hitting right above your heart, it took the air out of you as you and your big brother jumped down to the water with everyone else.

"y/n/n! you're bleeding, why in eywa's name did you do that!" neteyam was panicking, trying to put pressure on your wound as you bleed out, painting his hands crimson.

you coughed out, "i couldn't let them hit you, nete." your breathing became shallow and your pulse slowing.

you see lo'ak was already crying as he went to carry you to the rock nearest. "dad! help, they shot y/n. please come help" lo'ak cried for help, his voice was shaking and he was scared for his life.

he can't lose you, you were his best friend. you were two peas in a pod. two birds on a wire.

you smile at him. "oh lo'ak, i'm so proud of you, tsmukan (brother)." you said, your voice hoarse.

this just made his eyes tear up more, he was crying a waterfall at this point. "y/n please. you can't do this to me. to us." he pleaded with you as he noticed you were getting drowsy

neytiri and jake got to where you were and the yell your mother let out made you wanna reverse everything. "no, no no, y/n. stay with us, princess." jake whispered, his eyes blurring with tears as he looked at your form.

neytiri rested you on her lap as she cried and prayed to eywa.

"everything's gonna be fine. i love you guys." you whispered, your eyes getting tired and starting to close.

lo'ak yelled no and tuk and kiri were sobbing by your side. tsireya was crying, she finally had a new friend and she was gonna lose you.

"come on y/n! you can make it, please you can't leave me. who will stop me from my stupid decisions if you're gone? my tsmuke." lo'ak cried, his head on your chest and he hated how he could hear your breathing slowing and your heartbeat decreasing.

you smile, looking around at everyone. memorizing their faces as you knew this was it.

"i'm sorry brother, i am tired. but i do not regret doing this at all. sullys stick together." you said, looking at lo'ak and brushed your fingers through his hair.

lo'ak cried into you as he felt your last breath. looking up at your face, he saw you have closed your eyes and he yelled.

neytiri kissed your forehead and sobbed as well, jake rubbing her back to comfort her.

jake was trying to keep a strong face for his family but his own waterfall of tears betray him.

he caresses your lifeless face and his tears fall. he whispers, "i'm sorry baby girl. rest now."

"oh dear eywa, why do you do this to me." neytiri cried out loud. she was tired, she had lost so many and now you.

everyone was mourning as they lost you

no room will ever shine as bright as it did when you walked in. no place will be ever as joyful without you.

lo'ak felt as though he just lost half his soul, and he hated the feeling. the empty feeling as his heart just keeps dropping.

tsireya tried her best to comfort him but she herself was bawling.

this was really it. they hated it but they knew they'd had to live with it.

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onskepa · 8 months

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Heya! I saw that you’re requests were open, and I wanted to try at it?

I was wondering if you could do some general head canons for fem!na’vi reader who’s just super BUFF? Like, jacked. And just her living her life and occasionally carrying either neteyam, lo’ak, ao’nung, and/or whoever else you’d like to add? It’s alright if not!

Muscleloveranon out💪🏼

BOI! let me tell you something! I was itching to get to this one! And Finally this shall be answered! For this one, I was granted permission by non other than @artsofmetamoor !! sooooooooo...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR OC DRAWING FOR THIS! XD

Everyone please check this dude's blog too! I swear the art is AMAZING~!! Art'OfMetamoor , Hope you all enjoy~!! ^^

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Titxur

Near a river, a female na'vi sat down taking a break. She was hunting but no such luck at the moment. And is getting worried she wont find anything before dinner. She isn't far from where she left her dear daughter to play while she hunts. Best to get back to her child.

"mama?"

The na'vi hears the voice of her child and turns. "ma'ite what are you-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKK!!!"

Like nothing, and standing proudly with her prize, the young little na'vi girl was holding a dead slinger, as though the corpse did not weight a thing to her. All the while her mother did her best not to have a heart attack.

If you Were to ask anyone from the Omatikaya clan, "Who is the true mighty warrior?". You will most likely get different names, from Eytukan, Tsu'tey, Jake, or neteyam. Those answers are great ones, each warrior has their strengths and devotion that each of those men are fit to be called mighty warriors. But if you really want an answer, many will say "Titxur".

Titxur is what a mighty warrior should be. Strong body, but also a strong mind. Titxur is mighty in many ways, talented in archery, hunting, brutal in strength, humble, loyal, wrestling, and so much more. Her body reflects her training and talent. Na'vi in general are slender and thing. Yet strong and firm due to their environment. But Titxur? She is literally built DIFFERENT.

Her body has more muscle mass than even a male na'vi has. The body of a "body builder". True titxur isn't thin or petite like the others, however, titxur is very comfortable and proud of her body. She isn't afraid to flex her muscles if asked. Would even pick up grown up adults and swing them around with ease. Heck, she has even carried mo'at when requested! Titxur sees it as a honor to be relied in such a way.

But she does more than just carrying na'vi around, with ease and gracefulness, she can carry a direhorse or a hexapede like they weight nothing!

Titxur is well respected among the clan, and all warriors look up to her for everything. Very popular among the kids who often seek her for helping in their training.

Tsu'tey is close second to titxur, even he agrees that she deserves her title as might warrior. From new born to growing up, titxur lived a happy life, raised by loving parents and is proud to be who she is and where she is from. She of course was like all the other's when the sky demons arrived on their home. Destroying everything in their path. Titxur loves her forest and hates it when the humans tore down their home tree, took lives of the young children, she had seen her fair share of terror.

Yet she moves on, trying her best to not let the inner emotions cloud judgement. When jake sully returned to the clan as the new Toruk Makto, Titxur right then and there, swore her loyalty to him and thus putting her full faith on him in saving her people and her home.

So when the war was on, she fought with all her might, destroying all demon technologies, putting her sharpest arrows in the demon's heading. Roaring out in victory for every sky demon that has fallen. Aiding her fellow brothers and sisters, and pray for the na'vi that had fallen.

After the war, she assisted the wounded, but she also took a moment to mourn her fellow brother at arms, Tsu'tey. Strong he was but at last, he can rest with their great mother. The healing after the war was long, but she and her clan rebuild, restore and rise.

She bore scars from the war, and continue after. Each scar on her body tells a interesting story. Even silly ones. Not always is she a perfect warrior the clans views her to be.

Titxur is a person with a humor of course. The children are witness to it. Neteyam and other children would often seek her out and play. One of his fondest memories was the arm swinging.

"titxur! titxur!" neteyam runs towards the na'vi in question. Titxur was laying beside a tree, enjoying the warmth of the sun until she heard a familiar voice. Opening her eyes, she is greeted by not only neteyam but a few of his friends. Smiling to see the young ones, she sits up.

"Hello children, what brings you here today?" she asks kindly. Some of the children giggle in unison as neteyam asks, "can you play with us?". All the children asked "please" in a long manner. Who is titxur to reject such a request?

Chuckling to herself, she gets up stretching. "Of course little ones!" a choir of cheers came from the children. Leaning down, one child on each side grabs hold of her biceps tightly and she stands up swinging them around. Squeals of joy and laughter filled the air.

titxur spins around, watching the kids smile brightly, and she laughs along with them. Each child took their turn in swinging around, even neteyam had his turn and it was amazing!

After an hour or so of none stop playing, the kids and titxur had a little break snacking on fruits. Huddling around her, listening to the vast stories titxur loves to share.

"And then, without even meaning to, I let go of my arrow to early and it struck my teachers tail! he gave such a screech it almost rivals that of a irkan!" the children laugh at her tales, never getting old. Neteyam laughs as well, but wonders just how much can she carry...?

"LO'AK!!"

"NO NO NO NO!! STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY!!"

Lo'ak was no match for titxur's speed. For someone of her age, how can she run so fast? Lo'ak ran as fast as if his life depended on it. Jumping and climbing, he did everything to get away from the giant muscle woman.

Making a leap of faith, lo'ak jumped from the tree in hopes to land a high ground. Until he felt familiar strong arms grabbing him by the waist.

Faith is dead to him.

"Lo'ak! my young tulkun rider~!!" titxur snuggles him and spins him around like a sack of beads. Lo'ak was blushing madly in embarrassment. Because in front of him was his girlfriend tsireya, who was currently looking away, terribly hiding her laughter.

Ao'nung and rotxo on the other hand?

Laughing their asses off.

"awe~ enjoy being carried like a baby??" ao'nung teases while still cackling away. Neteyam wanted to laugh but he too knows what lo'ak is feeling at the moment. And is too prideful now to be carried like how he used to.

Titxur turns to ao'nung and grins, "would you like to be carried like a baby too?". Before ao'nung could react, in a swift movement, he was already up in her arms and being swung around. Tsireya couldn't hold it any longer and let her who soul out to laugh like never before.

Tuk and kiri were enjoy whole scene, tuk using a special camera norm gifted her. Making sure to take every second in pictures. Oh this will be a story to tell with her friends.

"PUT ME DOWN!! I AM THE SON OF THE OLO'EYKTAN!! PUT ME DOWN!!" ao'nung shouted, trying to get titxur to stop the humiliation. But titxur just laughs in amusement, "and so is lo'ak, what makes you think your title will stop me? I have carried many people, even tsahik's! so relax child".

After finally putting down the two boys, with no shame whatsoever, tsireya and tuk run up to titxur asking for their turns to be swung around. Who is titxur to turn down such a request?

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! I hope this is good cause I have re-written this one too many times! Let me know what you guys think! Yes, I used mitsuri's childhood flashback for the beginning from demon slayer XD until next time! see ya!

Titxur = Strength, power

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