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teyamsatan · 9 months

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^^^ this right here??? made me slide up a wall in need. now imagine dilf!jake, cause that's all i can imagine. enjoy x

wc: 660 words

smut under the cut, minors DNI 🔞

You loved days with Jake, you really did. He was a good leader - strong and fearless, compassionate and patient, he made everyone feel secure and at ease, made everyone feel included and heard. You loved training with him, hearing him talk, watching him listen. You loved his demeanour and his wit, and how he sacrificed so much and lost a planet and a bond to his own kind in order to protect yours. He was a good mate - considerate and thoughtful, funny and giving, he made it his life purpose to make you happy, and you appreciated him every single minute of your life.

You loved days with Jake… but nights… Eywa, the nights were the best, and you had a perfect example as of why right now, laying sideways on the bed, your head pushed so far back, it was resting in the crook of his neck, drawn out moans and skin slapping together the only sounds you could hear in the quiet of the dead of night. You haven't slept through the night once since meeting Jake. How could you, when more often than not, after a thorough fucking, he loved to fall asleep with his cock still buried deep inside of you, loved for the feel of your tight cunt and smell of your scents mingled together to be the last thing on his mind before he passed out for the night... or at least for a few hours, until you inevitably woke up, needy and desperate once more, grinding on his half-hard length until he was rock hard once more, his body unable to resist you, even asleep as he was.

Now, here you were once more, three orgasms in, crying as he slipped in and out of you with ease, your cum and slick allowing him to bottom out in you, bulging up the skin of your lower abdomen. He loved to sneak his hand from your hip, where it was rested in order to pull you further down his length, and reach around and press on the spot, until you squirmed and whined, until the tears flowed freely down your face into your ears.

"You feel how deep in you I am, angel? That's daddy's cock pushing your pretty skin up, mm? You're taking it so well, aren't you? Always so good for me."

"D-daddy... pl-please!"

His words pushed you closer and closer to the orgasm you knew would take you out for the night, the intensity of the last couple of hours taking a toll on your mind, until you were just a mess of words and incoherent babbles, drunk of his cock and the soft kisses he was peppering on the back of your neck. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"What do you need, baby? Need daddy to let you come on his cock?"

His thrusts sharpened momentarily as he was hitting the spot that made you see stars and cry out in unadulterated ecstasy, until you were sure the whole clan could hear how well the Olo'eyktan's mate was getting fucked night after night. Right now, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"There you go, baby girl. Come for daddy so he can fill you up, mm?"

The promise of being marked by him, of his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs for days to come was enough to push you over the edge, and you came, making a mess of the mat, that needed to be changed daily anyhow, as you squirted all over him, gushes of warm liquid mixing with his own, and, spent and filled to the brim as you were, you allowed him to pull you closer and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

"Daddy loves you, sweet girl."

You knew, and yet, you couldn't wait until tomorrow night, when he'd more than willingly prove it to you again.

somebody sedate me honestly

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neteyamlover69 · 1 year

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PLEASE MORE NETEYAM X YN BEGGING ITS SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WHEN NETEYAM IS THE BIGGEST SIMP

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sulieykte · 10 months

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𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya Reader Warnings: explicit smut, thigh riding, age gap, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, corruption, power imbalance, a nice little mix of praise and degradation, not a single hint of plot. Word Count: 1.2k a/n: this is probably a surprise to everyone including me who didn't intend to write it until @andraga12 and @jakexneytiri got me riled up about dilf Jake. Inspired by nasty - russ (blame andra) and oxytocin - billie eilish, I'd recommend listening to either or both while reading. So in honour of fathers day, here's some thigh riding with dilf!jake. Click to join my taglist. Requests are open.

Half moons indent the skin of his back where your fingers grasp to steady yourself, and if it pains him he doesn’t show it. His face is unchanged since the first orgasm he’d forced you to ride out and his refusal to help you in your endeavour still standing as you neared your fourth.

His heavy lidded gaze had barely strayed from your face since the moment he’d dragged you down onto his thigh, his five fingered hand catching your jaw when you’d tried to look away, commanding that your eyes didn’t leave his. And who were you to refuse? You were a warrior in your own right, but he was your Olo’eyktan, the man who’d led your father in battle against the Sky People.

“Come here, baby.” When the foreign word had left his tongue, you’d repeated it softly, baby, brow furrowing as you tried to place its meaning, but nevertheless you had done as you were told. Obedient as you always were, you’d crossed the Marui with no idea what the next hour would hold for you.

“Jake– I can’t.” Your slick coating his thigh made the slide easy, but the ache of your swollen bud and the burn that had started in your thighs had now reached your hips. Your hips don’t stop their circling, even as you complain because despite it all, despite the shame that showed in the blush that coated your cheeks and neck, you wanted what he had promised. “Please Jake, I-I just want–”

“Jake?” He tilts his head, a smile crossing his lips that you can’t help but return, even as he tenses his thigh underneath you, a gasp replacing your attempt to correct your mistake and call him by the name he’d asked, that you aren’t even sure you remember anymore.

“D-Daddy? Please.”

“What else could you want, baby? Daddy’s being so good to you, letting you use his thigh like this.” He shakes his head, his thumb catching a tear before it could reach the corner of your lips. “And you look so pretty doing it, it feels good doesn’t it?” You whimper as his fingers dig into your hips, the first aid he’s given you. “You’re doing such a good job, just one more, baby.”

You nod in assent. You could do one more, but he'd said that before the last, and the one before that. He’d stood firm each time, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to give you his cock, never relenting as he leant back on his arms, watching you writhe over him with a look you would usually only associate with hunger.

Finding new pressure in the way he urges your hips back and forth along the length of his thigh, his leg bouncing to meet the pace he set. You clench around nothing, heartbeat throbbing at your aching clit. It’s not enough and you can’t hold on for much longer. He tuts as your head falls into his neck, tears soaking his skin as you fall into the embrace.

His movements stop and you feel your high ripped away and any attempt to chase it hindered by his bruising grip on your hips stilling your frantic attempts to roll your hips.

“What did daddy tell you, huh?” His voice is so low, you feel it vibrate against your chest. “Told’ya you needed to look him in the eyes, didn’t he?” You nod against his neck, sniffling against his skin, not quite ready to leave the comfort it provided. “Don’t tell me your going all shy on me now, not when you’re so close. You want daddy’s cock, don’t you? Why should daddy give you his cock if you can’t follow one simple instruction?”

“N-No.” Your voice comes out much less sure than you intended as you exit your hiding place. “I can, m’sorry daddy. please.” Your voice breaks through the sobs that wrack your form as you tighten your thighs around his, doing anything you can do to chase the pressure your clit craves.

It’s not enough, his hands releasing their grasp on your hips to hook under your thighs. Time slows, heat rushing your veins as his fingertips inch close enough that your core throbs, hips stuttering forward in anticipation of his touch which never arrives as he pulls your legs apart, denying you any friction. You meet his eyes, blood rushing to your head at the intensity of his gaze.

He seems happy with this, as you flush under his attention and release his hold, your body shuddering at the loss of sensation even as it’s replaced with hard muscle.

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well for me. Lookin’ so beautiful dripping all over my thigh.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer as he reaches to push back a strand of hair that had become stuck to your face by sweat and tears. “Daddy loves watching you, sweet thing. You were so close weren’t you?” You nod, tears falling freely, heavy as they land on his chest. “Go ahead baby girl, let me hear you.”

Your heart races as you nod, rolling your hips as fast as your aching muscles allow. He catches your face in his hand, his thumb running along your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to let your sweet moans free. “That’s it baby, come on you can do it.” You gasp as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his tail rocking you along as you run your cunt along his leg, your slick dripping onto the ground beneath you. “It feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes daddy, feels–” Your breath catches, a whimper replacing any words, your mind struggling to gather a single thought as the tension builds in your stomach. Breath unsteady as you near your release.

He laughs, it sounds warm but his eyes are glazed with lust as he watches your mouth open and close in search of the words you want to tell him. “It’s that good, huh? Too fucked out and you haven’t even had daddy’s cock yet. Baby, if this is too much for you, I don’t know if you can handle it.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can, you can and you will because he promised and you’d been so good. But the coil snaps, thighs convulsing as your release rushes over you, drenching both of your thighs. His eyes never leave your face as you come undone, cries filling the Marui with no regard for who might hear until your throat has little more left to give.

Body spent, you fall forward, tears streaked face pressing into his neck, surprised when he doesn’t admonish you and instead pulls you further into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you into his embrace.

“Baby, you did so good. Listened to daddy so well.” He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyelids are heavy, it’s so warm, so safe in his arms it would be so easy to allow sleep to take you. “My patient girl, you deserve a reward.”

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lixiesbrowniess · 1 year

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Ok so I had a thought 😜 Ao’nung x reader where she gets her 🩸while they’re doing it. I don’t think Na’vi get periods so I guess reader would be an avatar. Not really heavy detail on the actual smutty part but just about how he’d comfort reader after he clams down because he gets a little scared 😫

Oneshot: How do you stop it?

Ao'nung x fem!avatar!reader

Words count: 919

A/N: WHY DO I LIKE THIS SO MUCH?!! [ik it's short and m sorry bout it but hope you like it]

Warning: mentions of sex, mention of p in v, aged up characters 18+, bleeding (not by injury), menstruations, femavatar!reader, worried Ao'nung, kinda fluffy?

Na'vi vocaboulary: Tawtute: sky person/human, Skxawng: moron

"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OK??!" he blurted out as he held you by your arms shaking you back and forward. "I am but don't shake me so hard!" you said looking at your really worried boyfriend.

This is a very simply way to explain what happened. You two were having some horny and healty sex, right then your period decided to knock in. Obviously Ao'nung started to freak out and IMMEDIATLY stopped his movements. Currently you two were sitting on your knees in front of each other, still naked, as you tried to calm him down.

"Ao'nung i'm fine, this is normal for the sky people" you started explainin as long as it looked like he calmed himself down a bit. "But you're bleeding I-, are you sure I didn't- you know... cause it?" you raised an eyebrow.

this was actually pretty funny. "theres no way you did 'Nung" you chuckled.

"I mean i was... we were... AND THEN YOU-" he got interrupted as you took him by his shoulders and squeezed him lightly. He was really freaking out. "Ao'nung. I'm fine." you said looking him straight in the eyes. His breath started to slow down as he stared back.

"Look i'mma just explain it to ya." he nodded at your words. " but first I'll be needing something that looks like a pad..." you murmured looking around. You took the cloth that was thrown away some minutes ago by none other than Ao'nung and wore it again.

"So. you know I have an avatar body right? Just like Jake i used to be a human so a tawtute." He nodded again. "back in earth, once every month, after reaching the appropriate age, a female gets this bleeding and it's called period."

"It usually lasts 5 to 7 days but varies from woman to woman. Once it's over the woman is fertile so she can become pregnant." He looked a lot confused but still nodded at your words. "therefore, women on earth needs this to happen, otherwise they cannot have children."

"Plus when i got transferred into my avatar body it didn't change." he blinked looking at you with a kinda blank stare. "So it's normal for you to bleed from your vagina?" He asked looking stunned. You chuckled "Yes you skxawng" you smiled caressing his hair.

He hugged you close and hid his face onto your shoulder "Is there a way to stop it?" he murmured in the crook of your neck "I don't want you to suffer." he drew circles on your stomach and then laid his full palm onto your navel covering almost your entire belly. He placed sweet kisses all over your neck and collarbone, he never treated you so gently. I mean of course he did, but never THAT gently.

You just laid there and closed your eyes as he just cuddled you and snuggles into you. The cramps were starting to kick in but as his warm hands were laying onto your belly and his tail was wrapped around your waist keeping you close, you weren't paying attantion to that. Or to anything around you.

"Can we make tsaheylu?" your eyes shot open at his words. "I wanna feel how you're feeling right now"

You knew you two were already mated but just by words. Just by Eywa's words you didn't bond yet. "Are you sure?" you asked slowly looking at him "I am".

"All right then." you handed him your braid. He reached his back taking his and slowly approaching the pink tendrils that were moving around impatiently searching for the connection.

Your tendrils met. In that moment all you could feel was Ao'nung. His breath, his heart, his blood rushing, his worry, his love. Your pupils dilated as you both colud feel each other.

He leaned down and kissed your lips gently before laying back down massaging your belly with slow strokes. "I can feel everything Y/n. I'm here with you don't worry."

"Says the one who just freaked out" you jokingly teased placing a kiss on his forehead. "I really wanna make it stop. I don't want you to feel such a pain".

"I'm used to it really-" he placed a finger on your lips "nothing as my consent to make you suffer." he said looking directly in your eyes. Your heart squeexed at his words making you smile uncontrollably.

"remember i can feel everything. And you're the one who said we can't fuck if you're in this state." he mockingly said with a shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

There he was. That frendly little shit who always found something to make you nervous about. "Aw stop it!" You hit his arm causing him to laugh softly as he kissed you again.

He placed his forehead on yours closing his eyes and holding your cheek with one hand.

"Actually there is a way..." you murmured breaking the silence "but i don't think it would be a good-" you got cut off as he speedily got up and leaned closer staring into your orbs. "Tell me about it my love". Blood rushed to your cheeks as youblushed heavily at the nickname.

"W-well i must get pregnant but it will stop just till-" He stood up at the speed of light "As soon as it's over we're gonna mate so many times that you not getting pregnant is not even an option."

Well guess who was gonna stop him.

Certainly not you.

A/N: here you have anon hope you liked it ;333

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neteyamslovrr · 11 months

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MORNINGS WITH YOU

summary: just cute mornings with you, young dilf jake and the little kids

contents: just straight fluff, fem!omatikaya reader, 800 words

authors note: i've actually never written a jake fic before, mostly because i had a rlly hard time trying to. BUT i tried so hopefully its fun and fantasic

The way Jake continued to love and care for you more and more each day made your heart swell. His deep yet sweet voice that whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you both woke up for the day.

His rough hands gently caressing the curve of your hips, his fingers dancing along the stretch marks that marked the love you shared and created together.

Soft peppered kisses on your neck that travelled down to your collarbone as he grinned, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “G’morning Hun.” He’d mumble his touch slowly bringing you out of your slumber.

Rubbing your eyes adjusting to the bright light, you groaned and stretched. Small hands perching on his broad chest as his body rumbled with a chuckle. “Morning Jake” You say softly, the affect of sleep having its fun on your tone.

“The kids will be up soon.” His voice is still soft, a hand running through your hair as he pick you up to lay on his bare chest. He’s just so…warm. You could stay and sleep on him all day.

“Don’t wanna wake up yet.” A pout stretching across your face as you crook your neck just to look at him. His eyes were sparkling in the sun, thick hair hanging in his face as a small grin adorns it.

“You’re already up honey…c’mon you big baby” He’ll grunt and pick you up as you sigh, slumping on his shoulder as your eyes still fall heavy from the need to lay in your warm cozy cot once again.

“They’re not even awake yet…please Jake just ten more minutes.” You look at him, his arms holding you around his waist. A huge pout on your face, and just a tiny yawn to get your point across.

Jake feels his heart thump. Oh you were just so adorable. His beautiful mate, so fragile, yet so strong. All his and he was all yours. “Hmm maybe…just for a little bit longer okay?”

You rejoice, a large toothy grin. Pecking his soft lips as Jake starts to lay back down onto the bed again.

Only to be interrupted by the sound of one of your little one’s crying. Mother’s intuition, you knew it was Lo’ak. He’d always cry when he woke up, even if he was already two, and he was most certainly not meant to do that.

He would always cry out for his momma when he woke up. “Momma!! Momma!!” His high pitch cries immediately make both and you and Jake’s ears perk up.

“I’ll get him” You say softly smiling at Jake.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to sleep?” Jake tilted his head, hand once again touching you hip as you sat up on the edge of the bed.

Shaking your head you head towards Lo’ak. His cot, Neteyam and Kiri’s all in a separated part of your tent. “Oh good morning my little man” You coo towards Lo’ak immediately picking him up.

“Momma!” He’ll cry again sniffling in your hair as you rock him softly.

Jake followed behind you. Smiling at the way you held Lo’ak so tenderly. You had mothers touch, calming him within seconds.

Neteyam and Kiri had stirred from the noise, and both groaned. Kiri simply turned her little body over, grumbling in her sleep.

Jake came up behind you, hands firmly on your hips as he smiled at Lo’ak. “Hey buddy, you were all sad were you?” His voice soft and gentle.

Lo’ak sniffled shaking his head. “Mummy wanted mummy” Jake nods with a puffed out smile.

“I see I see.” Jake chuckles, a comforting hand on Lo’ak’s head. “Mummys here now isn’t she?” Lo’ak nodded happily. His little hands squeezing into your shoulder, drool on your shoulder as he gave you a kiss.

Jake walks around so he can face you, staring down at how utterly beautiful you were.

“what is it?” You ask looking up at Jake, still rocking Lo’ak in your arms.

“Just admiring” He chuckles, hand on your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle and loving. His lips soft as he moved your hair behind your eye. “So beautiful.”

“Shut up” you blushed giggling. Even after all these years he still made you feel like a girl having her first crush.

“Never” He replied, another soft peck to your lips. “I’ll make breakfast okay?”

You nodded. “Thankyou my love.” You’ll whisper as you realise Lo’ak had fallen asleep on your shoulder again.

Jake smiles, a loving tap to your hip as he walked towards the main part of the hut. “No problem beautiful.”

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smile-skxawng · 7 months

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I needed to see Jake more in this outfit 🥺😭 Lowkey wanted more RDA jake moments training in his Avatar. Also I'm a slut for rolled up sleeves 😔

But just imagine doing the nasty with jake in this outfit 🤐

Just look at his arms 💀 those veins ...

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar y/n #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar reader #thoughts #sam worthington #rda jake sully #lo'ak #Neteyam #Neytiri #kiri #rolled up sleeves #dilf jake #intrusive thoughts

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fl3shm4id3n · 9 months

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ₖᵢₗₗ Bᵢₗₗ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱. 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (ᴘᴀꜱᴛ) ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱᴢᴀ- ᴋɪʟʟ ʙɪʟʟ

TW: angst, breakup/divorce, deja blu, past war, mentions of terrorism, implied torture

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You and your husband were sent to Pandora for two reasons, one was because you were offered a job in another planet and two because your husband was the replacement of your brother in law. At first everything was alright, you were placed in Quaritch team while your husband did what Tommy was suppose to do.

Due to work you barely saw each other, but on the days that you were on break. You'd spend as much time you did together, you'd talk about your days and how things were. Jake had seemed to really enjoy his time in the forest with the native's. He really wanted to bring you that you could meet his friends, specially Neytiri, he talked a lot about her. You didn't see any red flags, you weren't the jealous type.

When you had found out about what Jake was doing, you couldn't believe it. The other day he had talked to you about your plans for the future, now he was being imprisoned for crossing the line. When you found out about his intimacy with his 'friend' you had lost it. "So you basically cheated on me?" you asked, tears developing in your eyes. Jake hung his head in shame, he knew what he did was fucked up, he should of told you something instead of doing the most dumbest thing. "Yes.." he admitted. You looked at him in disbelief. "So, what you told me the other day meant nothing to you?" you asked him. He looked back at you. He hated seen you cry, specially since he was the reason you were crying. He sighed, he knew he couldn't fix it anymore, he just admitted what he did. "I know what I did was wrong, I should of told you instead of doing what I did." He explained. "Oh, like that makes it better." You said, rubbing your face with your hands.

That was the last time you saw him, he was then put under custody with Grace and Norm, but took off with the help of Trudy and Max. As much as you didn't want Jake to get hurt in this now war. You had no other choice but to follow orders, you had a feeling that no one was coming out of this war alive. While you flew one of the scorpions assigned to you, the last thing you saw was a giant blue native shooting his arrow right at you. Hitting you right in the chest with his arrow. Killing you instantly.

15 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

When you had woken, you didn't know whether to freak out or be glad to be alive. Once you got a look at yourself you couldn't believe your eyes. You were an avatar, this new body looked so much like you as a human. Your facial features didn't really change except for your big yellow eyes, feline like nose, canines and pointy ears. It felt strange, this body felt strange. You were reunited with your team, apparently your team go revived from a project known as Project Phoenix. It was strange.

You were called in for a team meeting, you felt somewhat happy seen Colonel Quaritch for some reason. He was a good friend of your back when you were alive and human. It brought you some kind of happiness when you were around him. As he explained the mission, your face was sour almost the whole time. Every time your ex name came out of Quaritch mouth made you almost growl and your tail moving slow side to side. You wanted to kill him so bad, but you couldn't. You had to sadly bring him to the RDA so that he could gest questioned for his actions. He was considered a terrorist to the RDA, since he kept intervining with their plans.

The whole ride to Bridgehead, you had been thinking of Jake. The good memories you shared with him. From when you met in the military and when you both got married. You still remembered how he insisted that you should be with someone else and not with a cripple. You never cared that he was bond to a wheelchair as a human, you loved him regardless. That was in the past now. You were surprise that your new body had your old memories, at least what you assumed were your memories.

While the Miles and Lyle had gone to meet with the boss, you and your group were taken to where you'd be basically living in. It was very similar to a military base. You were in a small room, which was your own room. You had been giving a box, it was almost like a present. Inside contained a Katana. The sword was huge, much bigger then your previous one. You knew your way around Martial Arts and Touch of death, but you also knew how to wield a samurai sword. The more you looked at the sword, the more you saw your human eyes look back at you.

Someone had then knocked at your door. "Come in" you said, putting your sword back in its quiver. It was your boss who had come in. You stood up from your bed out of respect. "Have a seat, I'd like to have a small chat with you." He sad, you followed orders and sat down. He got the chair that was on the small wall desk and sat on it. "So corporal, how does it feel about having to go after your husband." He said with a smirk. That made you scrunch up your nose and send a glare. "That bastard isn't my husband.." you mumbled. Miles chuckled. "I know how you feel. You got her memories." He was referring to your human self.

"Guess so." You said. "You know, I know that you want to kill him, after all. He did have an affair with that.. woman." He brought up, this made you a bit more angry, but you stayed calm, at least you tried. "I'd let you kill him, shit, I'd even help you hide the body." He said, this comment made you raise your brows. "But we got to follow orders, our job is to bring his wanna be native ass back here, if we do. I could let you give him a couple punches and such, ya know." He said. He must have been implying that he was allowing you have your way with Jake. "But what if-" you were cut off. "They're not gonna care what we do with him, we just. Have to keep him alive and make him talk. Don't matter how we do it, we just need him to sing like a canary." He said. The more you listened, the more you were liking it. You did want to cause Jake some pain, the same pain that he made you feel when you found out about his affair. "I like the sound of that." You said with a small smirk. "Glad we're on the same page." He replied with a toothy grin. That was now your plan, bring your Ex to the RDA and the rest is up to you to do. You may not kill him in the moment, but maybe you can kill him slowy.

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mcverse · 1 year

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hey bestie, i have a request for neteyam x avatar!reader. where the reader was human but underwent a consciousness transfer due to a sickness she had in her human body, and is quite close with the younger sully siblings (besties with kiri), mo'at and jake. even though she has completed her rites, the omaticaya (neteyam and neytiri) tend to ice her out so she still stays at the lab with norm and them. she is a doc, but like specializes in like na'vi physiology and is basically like a Na'vi doc (specialty in OB-GYN??). she tries to offer help to the omaticaya with her medical abilities but they outright refuse. she has feelings for neteyam, but she literally rejected her so shes stay away from him now at all costs. so lets say reader figures out from mo'at that a clan to the east is having problems with babies being delivered due to some chemicals the sky people dumped multiple years ago and have recently been "Activated". she leaves to the other clan (not telling anybody the scientests and mo'at_ and helps them out and becomes really connected with them all. she even ditches her human cargos and dresses like them. they heed her suggestions to make the village better etc. and catches the eye of the very young olo'eyktan there. she returns to the omaticaya 6 months later (overstayed LMFAO) and the olo'eyktan comes with her for "safety". lets say neteyam finds out about this and isn't too happy and they have a very angsty fight. hopefully a comfort ending, but i leave it up to you <3

SORRY IF ITS TOO DETAILED 😭😭😭

Love opportunities for angst 💗 seriously love when you guys request it 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️I have one other (official) req before this and then I’ll hop on it. Maybe I should do a queue list ? Idk but thank you for the request!

Might be a 2 part one shot

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second part here

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puddle-nerd · 4 months

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The Magic Touch

Summary: Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails. Go figure. It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail. That horny f– (Tsu’tey/Female Avatar Reader)

Prompt #8 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Tail Play, Female Reader, Na’vi/Avatar Female Reader, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation:

Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep – so good and tight, little demon (this one is stolen from @pandoraslxna)

Tewng — loincloth

Yawne – beloved

Zakru — a gigantic creatures that live with the Zeswa Clan in the Upper Plains and akin to the Earth’s elephant

There’s one line in here where the reader speaks English and it’s highlighted in green with ~ on either end, just FYI.

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You swatted at Tsu’tey, giggling as you stretched your Avatar’s lithe striped legs further and managed to run past him only to yelp as you felt his hand wrap around your tail and drag you back into him. You squealed once more as your legs and his tangled together and the two of you fell forward in a pile of limbs, rolling a bit over the grassy ground until you both came to a stop. Shifting onto your knees, Tsu’tey settled himself into the lush vegetation and you both grinned before you leaned down to kiss him.

Only to squeal when you felt his hand wrap around the base of your tail, his thumb pressing into a cluster of nerves on the underside.

The warrior’s grin turned into a lecherous smirk as he rubbed his thumb carefully over that soft spot, watching as sensation that was similar to having your sensitive nipples or your clit tweaked crawl up your spine.

Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails.

Go figure.

It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail.

That horny fucker.

As if she could get any further pregnant already.

“Feels good, no?” Tsu’tey’s voice snapped you back to reality as he pressed his thumb gently into the nerve cluster once more, drawing a quiet mewl from your throat. You nodded, feeling heat sink low into your belly. He chuckled, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, musing aloud, “I wonder if I could get you to finish just by this alone.” You shook your head but then realized your mistake as he raised a brow bone, having accidently rendered a challenge. “You doubt me, ma’yawne?”

“Nooo,” you moaned, your legs trembling as he circled his thumb over the base of your tail, rubbing the little spot that had shivers racing up and down your spine. “But I want you entirely.”

Tsu’tey sniggered and suddenly yanked your tail, the pleasure highlighting with a spark of pain just enough to heighten the sensations. “Perhaps,” he hummed, “but first, this.” He gripped your hips to make sure you didn’t settle your weight upon him determined to see if he could in fact get you off with just the erogenous zone at the base of your tail. He pressed and rubbed at that spot, watching you shiver and listening as you released continuous whimpers, rutting your tail into his eager hand, his ego slowly but steadily inflating, much like his cock beneath you. You wanted to grind against him, your slick building between your thighs and coating the inside of your tewng into a sticky mess. You noticed his flat nose flare before he teased, “I can smell you, ma’yawne.”

“Please, ma’Tsu’tey,” you whined, again trying to grind down upon your lover’s erection only to be thwarted by his tight grip on your hip. “I need you. Feel so empty.”

“Greedy, vrrtep,” he laughed but pushed you up to undo both of your tewngs. You nearly sobbed in relief as you virtually slammed yourself down upon him, welcoming his ribbed shaft into your warm, wet depths. He groaned, “Greedy indeed. Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep” In retaliation, he pressed his thumb into the base of your tail once more, causing your inner walls to flutter and clench upon his length, drawing the pointed tip deeper into your channel. “You are close, ma’yawne. I can feel it in the way your cunt clings to me.” You leaned down, sliding your pussy up his length to nearly the tip so you could also bite down upon his shoulder. He grunted and pushed your hips back down to meet his own, both of you groaning in pleasure.

“More, ma’Tsu’tey,” you begged, switching to English. “~You always make me feel so good.~”

Your lover complied, sitting up slightly and helping you to rock back and forth over his pelvis, his cock stimulating you with the movements, making you cling to him. The heat was building up within your cunt as the ridges decorating the underside of his shaft rubbed your gummy walls with every movement. Your slick was leaking out of you to trickle down his pelvis and slowly watering the lush grass beneath his backside. His one hand resumed its place at the base of your tail and suddenly yanked. You wailed as your climax slammed into you like a rampaging Zakru, your nails biting into your lover’s shoulders as your cunt clamped down upon him voraciously, drawing him to pump you full of his seed.

Tsu’tey laid back and allowed you to cuddle into his scarred chest, swallowing tightly as you kissed the whitish markings where the bullets had nearly taken his life. He pressed his lips to your forehead and you reveled together in the closeness.

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Originally Posted: 21 December 2023

Word Count: 798

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avatarl0v3r · 1 year

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Pink + White Series | Navigation

summary: a few years after the death of neytiri, jake struggles raising the kids alone while trying to find peace, and balancing being olo’eyktan, he says he’ll never love another woman until he meets a free spirited, carefree, stubborn scientist who just came to pandora to study the fauna and flora.

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, strong language, mentions of death, blood and/or mentions of blood, time skips, y/n is black in this story and will be described as such if thats a issue leave or image her looking differently

Pairings: JakexFem!Human/Avatar Reader

side notes: the reader is 25 while jake is 35 (jake is 43 in atwow so i aged him down a bit so it made sense) so there’s age gap, tuk is 2-3 years old, neteyam is 9-10 years old and so on and so forth

number of phases: 1/6 ON HOLD

PHASE ONE: Pink + White

recommend to listen to pink + white by frank ocean

phase one summary: jake slowly falls in love with the reader, and slowly trying to find peace in the fact he is slowly falling in love all over again, and that it’s okay to move on from neytiri

why the song “pink + white”: i picked the song because of the outro, it reminded me of how i wanted to end phase one of this story to move onto phase two, i feel like the lyrics “bitch i might like immortality. This is life, life immortality” is jake accepting the fact that he fell in love again, and remembering what it was like to truly be happy

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five | coming soon

PHASE TWO | PRIDE.

recommend to listen to PRIDE. by kendrick lamar

summary: after being together for awhile the reader notices jake is acting strange, and is being very secretive about certain things one being their relationship which no one knows about, the kids mention something that makes her look at him differently…maybe she’s just overreacting…right?

why the song PRIDE.: i love kendrick lamar and this song not only made me think of how i wanted to end this phase but also start the phase and just the overall summary of what the songs about, “love will put you in the dirt, but pride will infect your mind and tear apart your spirit, harming you, as well as others”. and in the song kendrick talks about his lack of trust in people and humanity, in this phase that mainly being the readers lack of trust in people.

part one | coming soon

part two | coming soon

part three | coming soon

part four | coming soon

part five | coming soon

part six | coming soon

part seven | coming soon

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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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Revenant - Chapter 1

word count: 4392

Pairing: Colonel Miles Quaritch x Female! Wife! Reader Warnings/Tags: None

Chapter Summary: You discuss the mission a bit more in depth, and visit someone very important to you.

[Masterlist] - [Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

In Tenebra Fidemus - In darkness we trust. In Luce Vigemus - In light we thrive.

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“Do you have any questions, [Y/N]?” James throws the last file into the fire. He assures you information will be clearer and more readily available once you touch down moon side.

“What of communication? How long is the delay to reach Earth?”

“Ah. You’ll be pleased to know that the Superluminal Communications used by the RDA allow for instantaneous interstellar communication between worlds. And naturally, we have set up our own private networks.”

Your eyes widen slightly at this. You had thought communication took as long as the commute; 6 years. You are happy to be wrong.

“There is a drawback, however, in that you can only send three bits of information per hour, and at the cost of $7,500 per bit. So do keep it as concise as possible, won’t you? And only when necessary.”

“Of course, James. Who shall be my contact on world? What of supplies? Gear?”

“Your on-world Handler shall be a woman by the name of Paz Socorro; a pilot with SecOps. She will be responsible for meeting any and all of your needs. Now in regards to your cover…”

James retrieves a thin black folder from his desk, handing it to you.

“You have two options. One – you will arrive as a Magistrate of the Interplanetary Commerce Administration. It is by their hand that the RDA has a monopoly on Pandora and the export of her resources. You will be there to oversee that the RDA adheres to the strict rules set by the ICA, less their monopoly be revoked. You will be given complete authority over the entire base in this instance; thus you shall be able to move about unhindered. We will also assign Miss Socorro as your personal pilot for the duration of your stay. The downside here is that, by being in such a position of authority, you will have eyes on you constantly. You may also encounter resistance from some personnel in both SciOps and SecOps.”

You nod quietly as he explains further.

“Two – you will be a bioengineer, sent at the behest of the RDA to work alongside Grace’s team. You will be researching ways to utilise the planets flora and fauna to combat disease, prolong human life, perhaps chemical warfare if you feel so inclined. We will forge the necessary scholarly documents as required. In this position, you will be far more inconspicuous; just another member of the SciOps team. However your interactions with Miss Socorro will be lessened, as we cannot guarantee she will always be your designated pilot in the field.”

You nod, crossing your arms as you consider the two options.

“What would you suggest, James?”

“Honestly? Option one. I believe it will make your life easier. No one will question your decisions, and even if they perhaps did, you may simply ask them under who’s authority do they operate. Anything you do, can be under the guise of the ICA’s interests, and never will you have to explain your reasonings. Conversely, you may use your position as a bioengineer to gain access to invaluable research on deadly fauna and how it could be used to eliminate your target. Either way worry not; you needn’t give your answer just yet. You have until tomorrow night to come up with the decision.”

“Tomorrow evening. A shuttle will collect you from your apartment at 2300 hours.”

‘That soon?!’ That left you barely any time at all to tie up any loose ends here on Earth. Without any true way to estimate the length of time you’d spend away, you wanted to make sure you left nothing behind undone.

“Time is of the essence my dear. Here, some light reading for you before your long slumber.” He hands you a book detailing the Na’vi language; aptly named the same.

“It’ll be lonely without you here…Try and come back in one piece won’t you? In Tenebra Fidemus.” He half bows with a hand flat on his heart.

“In Luce Vigemus.” You mimic his gesture. “Thank you James, for all you have done for me and mine. I will not disappoint.”

“I know...Good luck, [Y/N], and stay safe.” He places a firm hand on your shoulders, and you look up. Your eyes meet piercing silver. You commit his face to memory; the thick grey mop of hair he keeps styled back, the wrinkles strewn on his face, the crookedness of his mouth and the crease in his eyes when he smiles. Time has been unrelenting, aging him like fine wine.

He is old, you realise, and you suddenly ponder if he’ll be there to greet you upon your return. A round trip would be over a decade, and that’s without factoring in time spent planet side. The realisation sits heavy on your heart, for you now are certain this is perhaps the last time you shall see your father figure. Although he was the one to pull you into his dark world of blood and shadow, he still did more for you than your birth parents ever did.

You jump at him, wrapping your arms around his mid, burying your face into his chest. By sheer force of will you do not cry, but your shoulders shake still.

Words remain unspoken, unneeded, as he wraps his arms around you in turn. He knows precisely what you’re thinking. He holds you for a moment not yet long enough.

“Go. Before I try and change your mind.” He gently pushes you from him. You take his hand, squeezing the back of it to your cheek. Your eyes meet once more, and with a final determined nod, you turn and briskly walk out of the suite.

You don’t look back.

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Descension was no less easier.

Your new mission weighs heavily upon your mind. You have faced dangers untold and hardships unnumbered in your pursuit of betterment. But to be pulled nearly 4 and a half light years away? Unthinkable. Inconsiderable.

But of course you had agreed; in actuality, there was little choice to be made. Denying would look poorly upon both you and your handler for a start, and you were not about to tarnish the reputation of the man that essentially raised you. More importantly, you thought of your dear brother, Tom.

As smart as he was, he was not built for combat. He was decidedly the smarter twin. Academically gifted , the man was inundated with PhD honours. He deserved the safety of his books, the certainty of walls and structure. What kind of sister would you be then, if you let his gentle soul venture into these uncharted wilds, leaving him at the mercy of this xenosanctuary?

Thus your choice was clear; you must accept the contract. You gave yourself a secondary mission then; eliminate all who would threaten the safety of your brother. From the lowest grunt, to The Director themself; no one would be spared your golden stiletto blades.

Family above all else.

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A shuttle awaits you as you exit the premises after a quick shower and wardrobe change. You inform the AI of your destination, and with monotone acceptance, you’re off into the skies.

A song you don’t recognise plays, but you enjoy the feeling of the dark bass as it pulses through your bones.

Far off in the distance, thick grey clouds reach up towards an unseen sky. Deep orange cuts through the effervescent neon sea; the remnants of your last mission set ablaze.

You peel your eyes from the scene, dragging your gaze over the city below. Flashing lights, dancing holograms. The people move as one; a single living organism splintering itself into every nook and cranny, invading the dark crevices below.

And somewhere in this hell of concrete spires and minds of metal, your two brothers reside.

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Tom’s apartment complex resides somewhere in the nicer part of town; if you can even call it that. The shuttle drops you off at a designated landing zone, several floors above where you need to be.

The moment your heel touches down, you’re off in a hurried gait. You become one with the crowd, pirouetting through the sea of warm bodies, avoiding their touch as you weave through. The air is thick, laden with the stench of garbage, street food, and something sickly sweet.

You pay no mind to the AI holos that vie for your attention, their faux voices disappear into the background as you press forward. Advertisements in a language you don’t understand lick at your ears from all directions, drowned only by the sound of the locals around you; drunks arguing with any who look at them wrong, the not so sound of mind and their unintelligible ramblings, users openly abusing on the streets, even the faint moans wafting on the air from dark corners unseen.

You hate this cesspool of debauchery and sin. But time and time again, your brother refuses your offers to live with you. Your apartment is high in the clouds, far away from the lower dregs of society. It would be much safer you insisted, pleaded, but your brother is as stubborn as you are deadly. He doesn’t want to rely on you, wants to be able to stand on his own two feet. An intellectual prodigy, you often wonder if common sense was perhaps lost on him. Never the matter, you had him under constant surveillance. Thanks to your connections, the criminals operating in this sector know the resident of this apartment is off limits – no exceptions.

You arrive to his front door. With your knuckles, you perform a rhythmic set of taps; a secret signal to let him know it was safe to open, and whom to expect. You hear hurried footsteps from inside, a loud thump followed by muffled cursing. There is the distinct sound of things being knocked over, followed by more footsteps, and the fumbling of several locks. The door is wrenched open, and you are greeted with the flushed face of your beloved brother.

“[Y/N]!!!” He exclaims, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into a hug. You return it with equal enthusiasm.

“Tommy! Sorry, did I come at a bad time? I hope I didn’t wake you.” You step into the apartment, closing the door and reengaging the multitude of locks.

“No not at all! I’ve just been going through some of my notes from my dissertation.” He busies himself with picking up scattered papers and books strewn along the floor; no doubt the result of the scuffling you heard before. You make yourself comfortable on the couch.

“Don’t you already have a PhD?”

“Yeeeeees, but one can never be over prepared! Grace Augustine is a world renowned Xenobotanist and Xenolinguist. I have to cover all my bases if I want to impress her!” Your heart melts and your expression softens when you see the twinkle in his eye, and hear the fire in his voice.

“Tommy – you’ve already impressed her. You start training next year! I’m sure she’s just as excited for you to get there, as you are.”

“Maybe you’re right…” He gives you a shy smile, a small huff of a laugh leaves him as he rubs the back of his head. His expression morphs to confusion though as he gives you a thoughtful look.

“Hey, it is pretty late...What did you come by for? Not that you’re unwelcome or anything! It’s just, you know, later than usual…”

You cover your mouth as you giggle at his fumbling.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry! It’s good news actually!”

Tommy ceases his cleaning, and comes to sit beside you. He faces you, giving you his undivided attention.

“Soooo you know how I have that government job that I’m under strict contractual obligation to not divulge, under any circumstance, to anyone, ever?”

“You mean the very suspicious career that Jake and I are both convinced is actually you working as a high-class escort for the billionaires that run the world? Yes, please do go on.”

You make an offended gasp, but laugh as you playfully punch him in the arm.

“AAH! No! Stop! I’m sorry! I bruise easily!”

The two of you are in a fit of giggles as you continue to shove each other, which then devolves into the two of you grabbing couch cushions and start wailing on one another.

Tom holds up his hands in surrender, yielding to your superior strength. The conversation resumes once the two of you become calm once more and the laughter dies down.

“As I was saying—I’m being shipped off-world for my next big project.”

“Oh? Which colony are off to? Somewhere in the Zeta quadrant?”

You shake your head. You let him fire off a few more guesses, enjoying the frustrated look slowly developing on his face as he wracks his brain for an answer.

“Try something a little closer to home. Something you might one day be, intimately familiar with, as it were.”

He stares at you, brow furrowed with confusion.

Realisation then hits him, eyes widening.

“Noooooo…”

“Yeeeeees,” there is a tease in the tone of your voice as you nod with a widening smile.

“[Y/N]! Are you serious?! This is amazing!” Without warning he has you trapped in another hug, vigorously swaying side to side.

“I have so many questions! When are you going? What will you be doing? Will we be at the same RDA base? Is the government giving you your own Avatar? Have you been practising the Na’vi language? Have you even started? Would learning it even be beneficial to whatever it is you’re doing there?! What—”

“Tom!” Both of your hands are immediately cradling his head. It shuts him up instantly.

“Breathe bro. You know damn well I can’t answer, ANY of those questions! Ah well, except I’m actually getting flown out tomorrow night…”

“Tomorrow?! That’s so soon…” Tom grabs your hands in his, slowly lowering them to his lap. His eyes are cast downward. You can see his pupils shifting rapidly as his mind races with unknown thoughts.

Quickly his on his feet, releasing your hands. He sprints off into his room without a word. You call after him.

“Tom…?”

“One sec!”

After a few minutes, he’s right back in front of you, cradling a small black box.

“I was gonna wait till your birthday to give this to you—but seeing as I won’t see you for a few years…” He holds the box out to you.

The material is soft velvet, smooth under your skin. You let out a faint gasp when your eyes see the contents within.

A small pendant of silver, fashioned into the shape of a rose, with a ruby fastened into the centre; tied to a thin silver chain.

“Tom, it’s beautiful.”

“You’re welcome.” He gives you a self-assured smile, clearly quite pleased with himself. You turn around and he helps fasten it around your neck. It sits comfortably just below your clavicle.

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know…But I wanted to give you something special, now that I can afford to. It’s made of platinum by the way, so it’s nice and durable.” You wordlessly nod, putting the small black box into your jacket pocket. Tom grabs both your hands in his, holding them up in the space between you two.

“…Listen. You always took good care of Jake and I, ever since…Well you’ve acted not only as our big sister, but also filled the shoes of mom and dad. And you know what? I’m happy it was you there, and not them. Seeing you work hard, coming home at ridiculous hours, but still finding time to spend with us? It must’ve been hard, having to grow up so fast…But you were always smiling—Hell I don’t remember you ever complaining, even when we were being brats for no reason…You’re one of, if not, the strongest person I know.”

There comes a painful throb in your chest, the soft silk of his words wraps itself around you, squeezing. Your eyes glisten with the promise of tears, but you hold steadfast to your emotions.

“Look, all I’m trying to say is, thank you. Thank you, for taking care of me. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten all those scholarships, wouldn’t have had the drive to get my PhDs, and probably wouldn’t be sitting in front of you right now. So, my beloved big sister [Y/N], thank you for being my family. I love you.”

And the dam breaks.

You crash into him, hugging him with all your might. Tears flow freely down your face as you wail uncontrollably. Hearing him say those things, suddenly makes everything you have done, everything you have sacrificed, worth it all. There is an almost indescribable feeling that washes over and through you. It brings about a peace you hadn’t known you needed. It was a reassurance that your brother was going to be okay—his future was secure, thanks you both yours and his efforts; all in spite of the rough start you had in life.

“TOOOOOM!!! IT’S OKAY!!! I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN FOR YOU GUYS!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOO!!!” You bawl out, still crying.

Tom laughs as he pats your back.

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“Here, just TAKE it. It’ll give me peace of mind!” You hold out your spare apartment keycard. He sighs at your antics.

Some time after you had finally calmed down, you brought up the idea that he should live in your apartment while you are away; look after the place as it were. He wouldn’t have to pay rent, as that was covered by your job, and it would be in a safer neighbourhood. Still he fights you on this. You pout at him, puffing your cheeks.

“You owe me for making me cry!”

“Oh my GOD fine! Give it here!” He grabs the card, and immediately you face turns to a victorious smile.

“Good. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, so you can start moving your stuff in the day after.”

Tom nods but stifles a yawn at the same time. You cast a glance at the clock on the wall, realising the time.

“I should probably head off then, it’s getting rather late, and you clearly need your beauty sleep.”

He swats your arm playfully, and calls you something in a language you don’t recognise as the two of you make your way to the door.

“What did you just call me?”

“Ha! It’s Na’vi for ‘moron’. Even if you don’t need to learn the language for your job, I suggest you do. Because even if we’re not at the same base, you better believe I’m going to annoy you every chance I get! Even if it has to be over comms.”

You roll your eyes at him as you undo the various locks. With the door open, you turn to your brother once more. You pull him into one final hug. This time the two of you remain quiet as you embrace.

Your stomach flips, an uncomfortableness settles deep within. This goodbye feels far too final, and you do not like that.

Hesitantly do you remove yourself from his embrace, taking a small step back and out into the cold.

“I’d say goodbye, but that doesn’t feel right. So, I’ll see you later?”

He gives you a confident smile.

“Yeah…See ya later [Y/N]. Have a safe trip home. And a safe journey too. Keep Pandora warm for me.”

With a tiny wave, you turn and slowly start the ascent to the shuttle bay. Before you disappear behind the next flight of stairs, you turn to meet his gaze once more. The two of you share one final wave and an exchange of smiles.

He knows you won’t move first, and so you watch him disappear safely behind his apartment door.

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The penthouse is dark when you arrive. You remove your shoes, leaving them in the entryway. Your hands glide over the walls as you meander into the living room, collapsing on the couch.

You lay there for a few moments, idly playing with the pedant on your chest. You can feel sleep tugging at the recesses of your mind, threatening to take you in a moments notice. With a grunt you sit yourself up. You know you have to call Jake now; you’ll be far too busy tomorrow.

You heart feels heavy in your chest as you think of him. He was deployed into active service in Venezuela a few months back, and contact with him is few and far between. The odds of him picking up are unlikely, but you attempt to establish a connection anyway.

It rings and rings, but there is no answer. The AI offers for you to record a video message.

You sigh in defeat, saddened that you would not be able to speak with him before you leave. For you it would feel like days, maybe weeks till you spoke with him next. But for him, he’d have to wait 6 years before he hears from you again. Guilt gnaws away at you, but the situation is out of your hands. Despite your pleas, he was insistent on joining the marines. He was more adamant than ever once he was accepted and started their rigorous training.

Often he would call you all hours of the night, once he retired with his fellow recruits to their bunkers. And even though he looked battered and bruised, his smile was toothy and genuine. The comradery of his fellows made known as they always invaded his personal space when he was chatting with you.

“Yooo Sully!!! Aye, bro! Is that your missus?!” The face of a stranger pushes against Jake’s as they try and get a better look at you on the comm pad in his hands.

“No you dick—that’s my sister! Urgh, [Y/N] this is Waitara. Waitara, this [Y/N] my SISTER.” You hide your mouth behind your hand as you let out a soft giggle.

“Hiiii Waitara. I hope you guys are taking good care of my baby brother?”

“Ayyyye, I promise, we’re taking good care of this one!” He puts one arm around Jake, giving him a noogie in the process. You once again laugh at your brother’s annoyed reaction as he tries to swat the other man away.

“Well then you have my deepest thanks Waitara.”

“Aww Miss! You can just call me Matiu, means ‘Gift of God’—”

“OKAY Romeo that’s enough! Stop trying to flirt with my sister!” Jake interrupts Matiu with a hard shove to the side. You can hear him laughing at Jake’s expense off camera. You faintly hear him call out to the others, Jake rolling his eyes, and before you know it, you’re being introduced to the others; much to Jake’s annoyance.

You on the other hand are all smiles and laughter as they inundate you with embarrassing stories of Jake, plus variations of “Miss Sully! Look what I can do!”

You smile at the memory, but remind yourself you need to record this now lest you fall asleep.

You hit the button to begin the recording, and your image appears on the screen.

You give an enthusiastic wave to the camera and a wide smile.

“Hi Jake! How are you doing? I hope everything is uhh, as good as it can be…” Your smile falters when you realise the man is in active duty, not training. He could very well be on the battlefield right now, under enemy fire. You bite your lip to stop yourself from over-thinking. Unlike Tom, Jake was always a fighter. Where Tom excelled academically, Jake excelled physically. His confidence was easily backed by the strength of his heart, and the strength of his fist. You shake your head and continue.

“Urgh sorry. I know you’re on active duty right now and it probably sucks…But I have some good news! Uhh, though whether you think it’s good remains to be seen…Anyway! You know my job, government, classified, NDA yadda yadda. Well! I have been given a big new assignment to take on…And for it, they’re going to be shipping me off-world! It’s gonna take me 6 years to get there cuz it's about four and a half light years away…I was hoping to speak with you before I leave, but I guess the universe has other plans huh? I’d tell you where, but, ya know. NDA and all that…”

Unfortunately you couldn’t really speak of where you going, nor elude to what you were doing. Tom was also under restrictions in regards to his future work with the Avatar Program. The only reason he spoke of it to you was, one, you are his big sister and he was always going to spill the beans to you, risks be damned. But two, your ‘government job’ meant you were well entitled to be privy to such information. At least that’s how you spun it to him.

“Oh! I just came back from seeing Tom, look what he gave me, isn’t it pretty?” You lean in closer to the camera, showing off the pendant.

“Said it was for my upcoming birthday…” You go quiet again, but only for moment.

“Listen Jake. I don’t know how often, if at all, I’ll be able to get in contact with you once I touch down. It’s a pretty remote place, and the work I’m doing…Look I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you here on Earth while I go, chasing the stars or whatever. Everything I do, I do for you and Tommy. I love you guys, so, SO much. You’re my precious baby brother, and there isn’t anything in the entire God damn galaxy I wouldn’t do for you. I hope you know that… I love you Jake. Please stay safe out there. Come back to me in one piece? Love you, and I’ll see you later…”

You hit stop on the recording, sending it in one go.

There is so much more you want to say, so much more you feel you should say. But your emotions are running high, and you feel so utterly drained from everything that has happened, compounded with your worries for the future.

With conscious effort you drag yourself to the bedroom, changing into you usual sleep attire.

You move to throw yourself onto the bed.

You’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

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rayassecretlife · 10 months

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So this is love?

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam sully x Fem!omaticaya!reader

PLEASE READ PART 1, PART 2, AND PART 3 BEFORE READING THIS.

Summary: After the long loving night you shared with Neteyam, it was time to go back home to the clan and tell them the news, but you also had to deal with your father.

Warning(s): Mentions of ab*se, Self h*arm and death, mature language, mentions of pregnancy, mature content, choking

“Neteyam?” You call as you walk further through the forest, listening to the trees blow in the dangerously silent wind. You had just woken up moments ago but it was still night, forest darker then it had been before you got there which was weird because the forest was anything but dark. “Neteyam!” You yell but receive no answer, calling to your Ikran but she was nowhere to be found.

A tall silhouette came into view making you sigh in relief, walking up to it slowly with one last call to his name. You smiled as he began to turn around, just a few feet away from his body.

“Nete-“ Your once love filled eyes turned into pure fear as the silhouette turned, gripping your neck in their hand as their face started to become clear to your eyes. “D-dad” You couldn’t breath, his hand was too tight against your neck and only got tighter, staring at you with the most hateful look you’d ever seen.

You choked out a cry as you clawed his hand, but he wouldn’t let you go—your breath getting caught in your throat quickly. “Y/N” a voice called faintly but it wasn’t your fathers, your mind not even processing it as you struggled to breath. “Y/N” the voice repeated, your vision starting to get foggy. “Y/N!”

With a blink of an eye you found yourself gasping for air in a whole new area, hand clasping at your chest with every shaky breath. “Y/N, look at me, Sweet girl” you jumped as you felt hands touch the small of your back, still gasping for air as you looked toward the figure. “It’s okay, I’m right here” you looked at your mate mortified, eyes widening at him without you even noticing. “Come here”

He pulled you into him and you soon began to cry, his hand grabbing yours to place against his heart. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that, Baby”

“I-I-“ he shushes you once more, hand stroking your hair gently as you continued to cry, holding onto him the hardest you ever could. “He almost killed me…”

“It was just a nightmare, Ma’Tìyawn. Nothing will happen to you while I’m here” His words are as true as Eywa herself, his comforting arms only tightening around you. Another day, another nightmare—this was nothing new to either of you. It hurt him horribly to see you so scared, feeling all the emotions you felt in your dream because your queues were still connected. “Don’t cry, beautiful girl. I’ve got you”

You wanted to apologize but you knew what he’d say so you bit your tongue, resting your head against his chest. You sigh as you felt his tail hook your leg, his hands roaming your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“It felt so real… his hands—god, his hands, Nete” Neteyam didn’t want to hear of it any longer, shushing you once again in hopes you’d leave it alone. He was more worried about what was to come, how you two would soon walk home to the clan mated.

“As long as I’m still breathing, nothing will ever hurt you again, you hear me?” He lifts your face into his hands, eyes sincere with plead and you nod, wiping away your tears. “Let me deal with him when we get back, yeah?”

You remembered… the fact no one knew this had happened—that you had to explain it to them soon, just as you were to walk into high camp. You were nervous but you knew this is what everyone wanted, they wanted you to be Tsahìk. It was so much pressure. You didn’t know how to be Tsahìk, or even act like one—lessons with Neytiri and Mo’at we’re gonna be a long process.

“My love, your nervous” you look beside you and realize where you two had connected, head ducking down slightly once you realized he could feel everything you felt. His hand calmly rested in yours, thumb caressing over your skin. “Do you…have regrets?” He hesitantly asked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, of course not. I’m afraid I won’t be the Tsahìk they want me to be. I’ll fail…” He watches you closely as you reach down to your queues, thumb brushing over the root of them with a sigh. It was a terrifying feeling, falling in love and actually pursuing it. You had no idea how to give him what he needed, how to be the leader he needed you to be.

“I don’t want to worry about that now” His voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up, watching his lips peak into a small smile. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise” Eywa, how beautiful he was. His eyes always seemed to sooth you, always so sincere when he spoke to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable, safe whenever you touched. He would never let anyone lay a finger on you again.

“Can we stay here a little longer? Just… alone?” He smiles and nods his head, laying back onto the grass with his arm open to you which you happily accept. He can feel your nerves relax as soon as you lay your head against his chest. You didn’t want to think about the future either, just wanted to stay with him for as long as you could. His fingers began to stroke through your long hair and you couldn’t help but stare up at him, admiring his features without saying anything.

You swore you could fall back asleep just in his arms. You felt so weightless, like nothing could even get close to you as long as he was with you. You felt safe. “Your so pretty, Nete” The words slip from your mouth but before you could react he lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“It still feels surreal. I’m mated to the most beautiful girl on pandora” You push his face with a laugh, hiding your head in his chest so he wouldn’t see your burning cheeks. You were laughing but he truly was being serious. He waited so long for this moment, spending so many days debating on whether it would come true or not. This was his dream. “Kids gonna be so pretty, I’m gonna have to fight off any boy that tries to fuck with our daughter”

Your laugh slowly dies down and he looks at you slightly worried he had taken it too far, his ears falling back against his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“How many do you want?” You ask, fingertips tracing circling over his chest. You could tell he was still on edge, but he knew you meant it. You always wanted kids—always talked about how well you’d treat them because of how you had been treated growing up. You wanted to give them a good life, good parents.

“A lot” He lets out a nervous laugh but your indistinct giggle is enough for him to lighten up, your eyes meeting his with a smile. “Like… four? Five?” Neteyam was always a family man. He wanted to treat his children the same way you did, and had the motive to treat them better then his father treated him and his brother. He needed a big family—it’s where he belonged.

“Boys and girls?” He nods his head instantly. “So if we have five, how many girls do you want?”

“I want three girls and two boys, but I want the oldest to be a boy” You smile, he wants girls. you couldn’t help but look at him in awe—admiring how his eyes lit up when he talked about it. “I don’t want a lot of boys… stresses you out” He notices your eyes on him mid sentence, a small smile appearing on his lips with a laugh. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Your just so cute, wanting a family with me and all” You snuggle into him, heart full at the sentence you had just said. You and Neteyam… parents? Oh Eywa, it sounded so good. “I used to stay up all night dreaming of this. Just the two of us, you know?” His heart is doing backflips, stomach filling with butterflies at your words.

“Eywa, I’m so in love with you” You smile against his neck, pressing a small kiss against his jaw. You could cry just over your relationship. You’d never felt so safe, so calm in another’s arms. Your mate would admit his love for you in a heartbeat, over and over if you needed him to. “As much as I love being here with you, they have been paging me all night” You notice his pager against his necklace, letting out a small sigh before nodding.

“I’m just nervous… it’ll be okay” you reassure him but before you could get up, he cupped your face, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. It felt like his way of telling you it would be alright, and that he wouldn’t let anything ruin this day for you both.

“Don’t be nervous, Syulang. The people love you. Plus, we need to move into our own cave now, huh?” A smirk appeared across his lips and you rolled your eyes, pushing him. “All alone, every night… man, we’ll have 5 kids in no time-“

“Neteyam!” You cover his mouth and he only laughs, watching your face turn into a mug. “Not funny”

“Really? Cause with what happened last night…” His hand reaches down between you, pressing onto your stomach with a smile. “We’ve already started”

The two of you made it back to the village about 15 minutes after, Neteyam’s hand locked into yours just waiting for someone to see. You hoped it was Neytiri, knowing how badly she had been rooting for you guys. She would be the easiest.

“Neteyam!” Oh no. The little voice calls to your mate, running up to the two of you with the biggest smile on her face. You knew she’d draw so much attention, and now you were royally fucked.

“Tuk, did you see him-“ Neytiri’s eyes fall on the sight before her, her pupils lighting up with excitement. She made her way to you, pulling you into a tight hug with her hand soothing your back, whispering little reassuring things into your ear. “Great mother… you are mated?”

You nod and she almost shrieks out of excitement, the clan now coming to see what had been happening. Neteyam grabbed your hand and pulled you further, walking to the people who had been coming to you. Only one person stood out.

Mo’at.

“My sweet grandchild, I am never wrong!” She pulls you into a hug and you laugh, wrapping your arms tight around her. “I was hoping that’s where you went, boy. You’ve been ignoring us all night!” He laughs, hugging an arm around her while she still hugged you.

“Does this mean we have a Tsahìk?” Tuk’s little voice asks and the family all looks at each other, Neteyam’s hand squeezing your own. The simple nod of your head makes the clan cheer, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were nervous, but these were your people.

“You can’t keep me in here forever, sully! I’ll find my fucking daughter!” Your head turned at your fathers loud voice, almost jumping from your mates grasp. He placed a hand against the back of your head, squeezing your hand.

“Hey, hey” He soothes, turning your head to face him. “I’m right here, your safe. Your safe now” Neytiri smiles at you two, giving mo’at a slight look. Neytiri taught Neteyam to protect you growing up, but now? Great mother, nothing was getting passed him. “I’m going to deal with it, okay? I’ll be back”

He kisses your head before you could say anything, voice hesitant as you watched your mate walk toward the caves where the yelling came from. You hated that you felt so empty without him next to you, now biting your lip to try and stop your nerves from getting the best of you.

“Come, child” Mo’at grabs your hand and you turn to face her with slightly widening eyes, watching her face soften. “It is okay, he will handle everything” Neytiri’s hand cups the small of your back, giving you a reassuring look. “I will show you to your new cave—that is, if your looking to-“

“Yes. We are” Neytiri smiles, noticing how you’d lightened up when she soothed you. “I will follow you” And you did just that. Mo’at did you a solid giving you one of the more deserted Caves that happened to be bigger then most. Only the best for her grandchildren, right?

You enter the cave and almost instantly fall in love. It was a beautiful cave under the trees, and it had an opening on the back wall which looked out onto the waterfall behind your new home. You imagined it all here, the moment you’d bring home your first child.

“Do you like it?” Mo’at doesn’t miss how your eyes begin to water, her hand rubbing your shoulder with a small smile. “Sweet child, don’t cry” it was bittersweet. You grew up in a broken home with a broken family, The Sully’s being the only thing you ever had—and now, you were soon to become the Tsahìk of your clan and live a normal life with the boy you loved. You couldn’t believe it was real.

“I love it, Mo’at. I—oh, Eywa” You sniffle, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. “Thank you… thank you both so much” you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful water, remembering you still had to take a bath due to last nights events. Neytiri must’ve known what you were thinking because she almost instantly reassured you.

“We will give you time to get used to your new home. Let us know if you need help grabbing things from your old one, okay?” She combs your hair and you nod, giving her a small smile.

Soon enough, the two mother figures left the cave to go on about their day, most likely planning something much bigger for you and Neteyam later on. The only thing that had been holding Neteyam back from becoming Olo’Eyktan, was the fact he didn’t have a mate. Now that he did, you knew things would move fairly quick.

You let the water take you as you walk into the small waterfall stream, the loud crashes of the water somewhat soothing you in the fact you had been alone. You could still feel Neteyam’s hands against you, and his voice in your ear. You must’ve been losing it. This mate bond was far too strong.

Neteyam on the other hand, but standing right behind you with his eyes flush just taking in your perfect body. He was mesmerized by your looks, your voice, your hair, hell—even the way you smelled. You were so beautiful.

“Need some help with that?” He asks as you try to wet your back, body quickly turning toward the loving accent you were so fond of. Your eyes were big with excitement and he loved every second of it—pulling you into his arms so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. “I was only gone for 30 minutes”

“30 minutes too long, Mr. Sully” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You felt your queues connect, eyes squeezing shut at the still fairly new feeling. “Did you see the cave? It’s so beautiful, Tey. We have a waterfall and-“

Neteyam watched in awe as you continued to ramble about your new life, only imagining what things are gonna be like from now on, what it would soon be like once you two started a family. He imagined you would be even more beautiful then before, pregnant and carrying his child? After years of feelings hidden away, you two were finally one—and he couldn’t wait to start a family with you.

“I love you, Syulang” He blurts out and you stop talking, looking at him while your cheeks burned with heat. He lifted his head toward you, still holding you up with his hands—pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

Everytime your lips touched, you’d get lost in yourself. You’d forget where you even were whenever he was with you. You don’t know what came over you, but one hand set on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss while your other hand roamed his chest.

“My love, Not right now but later” Fuck. He knew you so well. You whine against his lips, tugging his hair gently back, earning a small moan from his lips. “You make it real hard to stay on task, Pretty girl”

Just as you were about to reply, the sudden snap of a twig caught your attention quickly, and your head snapped toward the direction it came from, pulling away from Neteyam’s grasp. Was someone watching you?

“Let her go!” Your mother yells, your now bleeding body fallen onto the dirty under you. Your father continued to beat you, objects cutting you and leaving bruises

“Daddy…” you tried to wipe your tears, you tried to stay strong like your mother had told you, but you couldn’t when your body had been this destroyed. Your were 9, it wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault

At this point, he was trying to take in the many cuts and bruises along your back, placing a soothing hand against your body. Your ears stood tall as you searched for what made that noise, up until he engulfed your body against his.

“Can we check it out—what if-“

“It’s not him, baby. He’s locked away. He can’t hurt you” You didn’t believe him. You didn’t believe that your father would leave you alone because you knew he’d find a way. He always finds a way. “My love, you can’t stay this way forever”

His hand softly caressed your stomach under the water and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting a small tear roll down your cheeks. That fact only made you cry, the fact he could hurt your child if he got out… it terrified you.

“I’m sorry” He shushes you, turning you towards him and pulling you back into his chest, your head laying in the crook of his neck. You felt like such a burden. You didn’t want neteyam to have to deal with this, you wanted him to be able to love you easily.

But Neteyam didn’t care that you were harder to love. He didn’t care that you woke him up every night because of your nightmares, he didn’t care when you zoned out because of your memories—he loved you. His broken hearted girl, he loved you so much.

You were all he needed, and he wanted every part of you.

Just a little cute ending to the series that started me off. Excuse the inactivity 🩵

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anemonelovesfiction · 7 months

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Kinktober 2- Eating out

Neytiri x Avatar Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Literally in the title… hehehe

I have decided not to use Y/n in here- although it was hard for me not to, but I have also mostly written this chapter in Neytiri’s P.O.V and that was also a challenge? Hope you enjoy!

Where there is a small line break, the POV changes to reader :)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader is

Ma’tsmuke: My sister

Tawtute: Sky person (Human)

Vrrtep: Demon

Iknimaya: Rite of passage

Sturmbeest: some animal they eat idk ( the word itself is not in Na’Vi … the Na’Vi word is talioang)

Word count: 4.2K

I’d taken it upon myself to remove myself from the given situation and not embarrass myself further. I had no real reason to have been upset with how friendly she was being with Jake, she had every right to be friendly with whomever she deemed necessary, but there was a foreign feeling in my chest as I watched them interact with one another and in my mind, me leaving was the perfect solution. In this way I could fake being tired and leave with my dignity intact and not be forced to watch the two become even closer than what they were.

There was something about an eligible Olo’eyktan that sparked interests in many females in the tribe, and sure she had gone through the same intense rigorous training that he had, and sure she too had become one of the people, but she hung out with Jake often and it was pretty much a clear sign that the two would attempt to mate and have half-breed children to fill the empty holes of the warriors and family we had lost.

But of course, instead of heading up the spirals of our newer home tree, I headed off to the spirit tree, making sure to thank Seze through our bond before disconnecting. Making my way toward the strange petals that dropped down- strange in the sense that they differed from any other leaf on any other tree here- but similar to me all the same. I grab a gentle hold of my kuru, swinging it around my shoulder and connecting it to the spirit tree, wanting to see the familiar face I’d grown to love and miss over time.

“What seems to trouble you tonight, ma’tsmuke?”

I smile at the familiar voice that brought warmth through my chest and place my finger on my forehead, not needing to say anything, as I extend and uncurl my finger the further it got from me. The unspoken ‘Oel ngati kameie’ we all use to communicate that we truly see one another.

“Why does anything need to trouble me for me to visit?” I ask as my smile dies down, the remnants of the feeling of my cheeks being stretched now slightly tickling my jaw, my eyes looking upon her and taking all of her in. It had been a while since I last visited her but I wondered if she could sense how distressed I felt at the moment.

“No,” She answers simply as she begins walking in the endless landscape of the forest, the home I’d grown used to, the home she once knew that no longer existed. “But I do know you, sister, and I understand when you are upset. So tell me, does it have anything to do with that tawtute?” She asks with a knowing soft smile.

I sigh and take a seat on the softened moss below me and she follows as she takes a seat next to me. We typically walked, ran, or hunted while we talked, but sitting was the biggest way we communicated that we had something to get off our chest without using words. She gently places a couple of braids that had fallen in my face behind my ear and waits for me to speak.

“I feel broken.” I admit but feel my throat constricting and finding the words I needed to explain the situation was suddenly becoming harder. I did not want to cry in front of Sylwanin or give her a reason to worry about me, but I was struggling with my emotions and couldn’t understand why this hurt so much, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to fall in love with a vrrtep.

“I understand the feeling very well.” She is soft spoken during these times when she is attempting to give me the space I need to speak. She is also very caring and nurturing and wants me to feel like I can trust her, and I do.

“I feel crazy, stupid even, for falling in love with a dream walker. For allowing myself to be blinded by believing she has become one of the people- when she is still attached to her old life just the same.” I explain and Sylwanin listens, nodding along as I speak.

“Have you shared with her how you feel?” She asks me with a light hand placed on my shoulder and I have to stop making eye contact, feeling my embarrassment grow further.

“When we were celebrating her and Jake becoming one of the people, after passing their iknimaya, I was placing paint on their bodies and told them that they have earned their place within our people. They would now also become one within Eywa, I told them they could choose a mate they found suitable and they eyed one another, I felt my heart break at that moment. I did not need to ask to know what they were silently agreeing to.” I shuddered after reminding myself the smiles they shared and felt utterly defeated.

“I do not feel they looked at each other as one does a potential mate, tsmuke.” I only shrug my shoulder to shake her hand off of it and give her a short hiss to prevent her from sweet talking me any further. She only smiles again and placed her hand on my knee, patting it several times with a small chuckle, I hiss again and she removes her hand, holding them up in surrender.

“I believe I need to let you go now, I will see you again at another time.” She stated whilst picking herself up and off the floor, dusting her loincloth of any remnants of dirt or moss that had held on to the threads between the design she had, I only furrow the skin of my brows in confusion as I stood myself.

“Whatever for, I have just gotten here, what is the rush?”

“There is someone patiently waiting for you.” She sends a smile my way. “Good luck to you on this beautiful night, tsmuke, may Eywa answer your prayers.” She gives me one last hug and upon the feeling of the breeze picking up, I could deduce that my consciousness had been placed back into the body that had stood with my kuru attached to the petal of the tree.

I open my eyes and turn around to see the very woman I had been trying to avoid. I look around to see if she had come alone- not that she would have come up here with Jake if either one of them had noticed me, I’m sure he was lingering not that far away from her as I looked around, but I couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary.

“Have a good visit?” Her voice rings pleasantly in my ears as they turn more toward her to hear her better, I hit myself upside the head mentally, trying to keep my reactions to a minimum, she was about to become a mated woman, I should not let my thoughts get ahead of themselves.

“Do not worry, I will not take up more of your night.” I pick up the bow my father had given me and head off in the direction I’d left Seze, I was still surprised I managed to evade the bullets coming her way, almost as if I knew where they were coming from and where they could have hit her.

“Hold on-“ She stated before grasping my arm and this stops me, not just my body, but my thought process as well. My tail flickers in excitement from her touch and I try to hide it by turning just as the movement was initiated, I put on my best blank stare as I look down at her, it was adorable how she was shorter than myself, she said it must have been something to do with her human DNA- whatever that meant.

“I do not wish to keep you and your mate waiting.” I stated curtly and her brows furrow.

“What do you mean? I came alone.” She shares and I seem to furrow the skin of my brows together in confusion.

“Where is Jake?” I asked quickly to cover my tracks but only feel like I’m digging a bigger hole for myself as I ask invasive questions that are not of my concern.

“Why does that matter? I wanted to tell you I have chosen who I wanted as my mate.” She recovers from her confusion quickly but overshares as most humans are known to do, but the fact that she was sharing this with me had me confused, was she wanting to rub it in my face, or did she genuinely not know what to do.

“Congratulations.” I mustered up enough strength to mention that word without putting much emotion behind it, struggling to keep my face from forming a scowl, now all I had to do was attempt to say goodnight and leave and force myself to move on while she remained happy. I turned once more and attempted to leave but she runs up to me and steps in front of me, preventing me from reaching Seze.

“Why are you so quick to run off, you don’t even know who it is.” She asks with the sweetest voice clearly holding some hurt in it and my ears flicker, my tail flicking behind me in annoyance with myself knowing I had caused her some kind of pain, but the movement was hidden behind my body.

“I would rather not stay here when Jake arrives and the two of you-“

“Jake?” The confusion drips off her voice like honey. “You mean Jake Sully, Jake?” She states again and the confusion was now evident on her face, her eyes squinting slightly, amusement swimming in her eyes as she laughs lightly. I scoff and switch my weight over toward my other foot as I cross my arms, how much longer was she going to prevent me from being able to go to sleep?

“What other Jake would there be?” I asked but the sudden thought that she might have been interested in a Na’vi entered my mind, but there could have been no way, unless I had been blinded and she was excellent at keeping things hidden.

But many thoughts entered my mind when it came to her stealth like the time she had attempted to grab an arrow just to shoot it past the target and warn the other sturmbeest around that hunters were near. The time she quite literally attempted to walk near the lake when I had already told her to be cautious of her steps and she got her foot caught on one of the many roots sticking up from the ground, only to fall face first into the water, Jake immediately laughing at her antics as she pulled herself out of the situation and stated she wasn’t used to being that tall. The time she flung her body off the vines in an attempt to beat Jake in a race they set themselves, only for her body to continue falling off the tree because that vine wasn’t hanging onto anything sturdy. There was no way she could have expertly hidden a secret courtship with anyone I knew.

“Jake is too busy making goo-goo eyes at Tsu’tey to come here at the moment.”

“Whoever you have chosen is due here soon and I need to leave before they get here.” I stated already having had enough of whatever this game was. She seemed to sense my anger because her face falls into the same kind of face she uses on children when she attempts to soothe them if they’re crying.

“I choose you, Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite.” She stated quietly, yet this was the first I had ever heard her speak my full name. She had been the one to ask what my name was when her and Jake were put under mine and Tsu’tey’s watch but when she attempted to say it, she butchered it badly, I wonder how long she had been practicing to get it right.

My arms uncross as she says that and I stand there very slowly processing what she had said. Not having much of a reaction because this felt like a dream. Here in a second I would probably wake up and this would all be over and she would be in someone else’s arms.

“If you’ll have me as well, of course.” She breaks the silence, but has grabbed a hold of her hands and started playing with them, something Jake said she does when she gets nervous. I could only look up at her with a blank expression because the great mother must have heard my prayers and decided to answer them tonight.

“You choose me?” I asked to make sure I had understood her and wasn’t something that could have easily been a mistranslation on her part, although I knew that was stupid because she spoke near perfect Na’Vi after all of our lessons, she uses the proper pronunciation and places the words in the correct order. She closes her mouth as she nods, humming with her words the way humans do when they are agreeing with a statement, something I learned from them.

“Only if you wish to be mine as well.” She had placed her hands down by her sides but her nails were digging into her thighs, she seemed too nervous to have been making a joke out of the situation, and she must have flown not too long after myself to get here that quickly, she probably wouldn’t have had time to check to see if I had truly gone to sleep and had most likely gone after me or caught me taking flight with Seze.

I could feel my face soften intensely the longer I stared down into her face and all of my emotions going on high alert, I wanted to cry from overwhelming happiness. How could someone as sweet, gentle, nurturing, and caring as her want to be with me after how I had treated her? I had purposely giving her a harsh work load when it came to learning the ways of the people and she had taken it all and worked it out bit by bit, never bothering to call me any names.

“You are certain of this?” I ask her without having let her know how I felt about it and she nods.

“You do understand the implications of this, right?” I asked and again, she nods.

“We only mate with one person for the entire life.” I stated and yet again she nods.

“You’re all I’ll ever truly need.” She responds quickly, as if the words had left her mouth without the thought running by her head beforehand, I’m surprised at how certain she was.

“I was under the impression you needed-“

“You were wrong.” She licks her lips tentatively and seems shocked at interrupting me but steps forward confidently.

“I can apologize, I can show you how I feel, but I need to know if you choose me as well.” She reaches a hand out and hesitates to place it on my shoulder, drawing it back but before I can show my disappointment she places it on my cheek, I look back at her and feel a swell in my chest knowing how well we must have taught her.

She was waiting for me to say I accepted before doing anything, the definition of a wonderful person, someone willing to accept defeat. Her face coming close to mine but stopping, her breath hitches slightly as my hand is placed on the arm she has on my cheek, waiting to see if I was planning on pulling her hand from my face, but I don’t, her eyes had closed as she exhales.

“How can you possibly show how you feel without words?” I teased and watch as her own ears flicker, her tail dancing behind her in frustration, a smile etches on my face in triumph at teasing her.

“Tiri, please.” She begs as her fingers stiffen on my cheek, her other hand clenching into a fist to stop herself from doing anything she might regret and I feel as if she’d had her fill of torture, placing my other hand on her cheek and returning the gesture, she opens her eyes to look at me in awe.

“I already have.”

The smallest of exhales left her mouth before she looked at my lips and brought her head forward, sealing our lips in a kiss, her other hand placing itself on my waist to bring me in closer. She surprises me by prodding her tongue on my lower lip but I open my mouth up either way and allow her to explore what will belong to her in a few short seconds.

I guided our bodies down to the mossy undergrowth and had us both sitting on our knee’s as our kissing had grown heavy. Her hand had abandoned it’s post on my cheek and trailed down toward my waist pulling me closer to her but I had taken this time to pull away from our kiss to look in her eyes, instinctively grabbing my braid, pulling it forward.

She eyes my actions as she pants heavily but leans back to grab her own kuru and watches as I bring mine close and she repeats the action, letting our tendrils dance around each other and finally grasp on and never letting go. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding as I can feel the depth of her thoughts, emotions, her past, the things she had experienced all playing out before me. But the one feeling I could pick up over everything else was an intense feeling of love and adoration for me, I could see the way her thoughts played memories of how she had seen me when I was teaching her the ways of our people, and she has felt this way for a while.

She had let out a whine upon our tendrils hugging tightly and I knew she could feel my overpowering emotions, her panting had grown heavier once we’d made tsahyelu and I could feel a surge of heat running between my legs. I place my hand on her cheek and coo at how she was reacting like she was receiving pleasure beyond compare, her hooded eyes meeting mine, her pupils blown wide, it made me feel good knowing this is how we made one another feel with our bond alone.

“I still need to make it up to you.” She says and I tilt my head to the side slightly, as if asking her what she meant.

“I made you think I liked him, I should have just told you how I felt from the beginning.” She stated while gently pushing against my breast bone, her actions indicating she wanted me to lay on the floor. Another hot surge of energy had shot through my core and I moaned freely, getting comfortable but sitting up on my elbows.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I had no idea what she was planning.

“You ever been ate out before?” She asks but the english term falls off of her lips and I have to admit I’ve never heard of those words together during a situation as intimate as this one so I shake my head and she smirks as she lays herself on her belly in front of me.

“Let me be the first- and only- to show you how I can apologize without words.” She stated as her hand slid down toward the knot keeping my loin cloth together without my knowing, she managed to slide the front part off before laying down once more, spreading my legs.

“Lay down baby,” the English term of endearment has my heart fluttering but I was still confused as to where this was going, I listen to her and lie on my back, feeling her excitement through our bond and her breath between my legs, I lift my head to stop her from continuing down that route but felt her tongue prod out and tease the edge of my lip.

My breath hitching at the foreign feeling but not completely hating it. The wet muscle glazing over the outside of my lips making me itch for more, I felt she had been teasing on purpose, her tongue lightly swishing around and over the other lip, at the point she finished making her way around, she flattens her tongue and repeats the action.

No words are shared between us as she continues and I can feel my impatience settling in as my hips attempt to move to get her to give me more. I let out a low moan as her tongue glides toward my slit, finally dipping it past the lips gently.

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I’d taken my time teasing around the lips of her pussy until her hips were moving to get me to touch her needy clit. I figured she wasn’t in the mood to be teased all night and placed my tongue on her slit, applying a small amount of pressure and gathering the smallest bead of her slick on my tongue, groaning at the taste, sliding my tongue higher and finding her hardened nub standing at attention and quivering once my tongue touches it.

I could feel the flutters of the effect my tongue was making on her through our bond, surprised at how deeply I could feel these things, unaware that they would feel as though I were doing them on myself. She gasps, letting out the softest moan and stopping herself, her ears flickering in embarrassment but it makes me smile. I gently pat the side of her thighs that meets her ass to tell her to keep it up, I didn’t need to embarrass her further by talking about it, she was a shy thing.

I look up past her mound and see her eyes staring back at mine, she had been biting her lip and her hands had been underneath her own thighs in an attempt to keep herself spread for me. I hadn’t realized my own slick had started pooling in my loin cloth to the point where it was dribbling down my thighs and I felt my hips have a mind of their own as they moved against the ground and the soft moss below me.

I smile up at her and dip my tongue back low to gather her slick and groan at the taste enveloping my tastebuds, placing my hands to gently push her thighs further apart, digging my face further in and trailing my tongue entirely against her slit and applying my slick covered tongue on her clit.

“Oh great mother,” She squeezes the words past her lips before it sticks between her teeth, her fangs poking out and her grip on her own thighs tightens, her nails digging into the beautiful dark blue skin I’d grown to love. I sit on my knees and catch her eyes staring into mine as I use my hand to unstick her lips from her teeth, leaning over to kiss her, keeping true to my word and not saying anything as I settled back down between her legs.

“Okay,” She nods in understanding, the same feeling coming through our bond, I take the one hand from her thigh and let her hand rest on my head and place my mouth back over her pussy, getting lost in the taste and enjoying myself more than I should, drawing small figure eights on her clit and hearing her moans as her nails dig into my scalp, my own moans of pleasure from the slight sting on my head coursing through me unexpectedly and feeling Neytiri buck her hips harshly against my tongue.

Her thighs were starting to close harshly around my head as she continues bucking her helps relentlessly against my mouth. I allowed her to squeeze my head with her strong, lean, beautiful thighs, hooking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I apply suction on her sensitive bud and hear a mixture of Na’vi curses, thanking Eywa for different reasons, and threatening my life if I dared to stop at that moment. I look back up and see her eyes are closed tightly, feeling over joyed that I had managed to bring her to this point with my tongue alone.

My own hips had started grinding faster onto the ground beneath me as I picked up my pace with my tongue and pulling her hips closer to my face, willing her orgasm to crash over me. Her bucking hips had already made it hard to contain the slick that had spread over my face but I didn’t mind one bit. My name started falling off her lips like chants of prayer and it has replaced any other words she was able to form, her eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on her erratic hip movements against my face. My own pleasure sneaking up on me as I humped the ground pathetically.

The feeling of our orgasms taking over the bond and the blinding white light behind our eyelids overtaking every sensation we had. I continued giving harsh licks as she came down from her high, focusing more on her and her pleasure than the movement of my hips, as I too clamped around nothing. Making sure to give her softer licks as her orgasm started easing away and she came to her senses, her eyes fluttering open gingerly, blinking tiredly as she looks over to find my eyes.

“I would be a fool to not forgive you after that.”

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curlygirlybitchachos · 1 year

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Neteyam: Y/n...we need to talk about your.. . Name memory problem.

Y/n: it's not my fault you have difficult names.

Aonung: it's not difficult!

Y/n: shut up Among us.

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Could u write a recom lyle x curvy reader 18+ plz

This is the first time I've done a request, and I thank you for the opportunity! I hope you enjoy it.

I wasn't able to keep it short, my brain just sort of took the idea and bolted with it. That being said, I'm willing to continue it if people are interested in it.

This is very much 18+ so minors GTFO

Recom Lyle Wainfleet x Na'vi/Avatar curvy reader Established-ish relationship

Warnings: Angst, torture, smut, filthy language, threats of involuntary kuru removal, Quaritch is his own warning even if he's not the pairing, some fluff

Words: 8.3k+ it turned into a doozy

You'd always enjoyed the morning, the birds singing beautiful songs as the forest began waking to the warmth of sunrise. It was those little moments of blissful peace that helped you after the war, helped to heal the hurt that had been left behind. You breathed the dewy air deeply as some of the first rays of sunlight caressed your face. "Mom!" A voice called, breaking the peace, though it was welcomed.

You turned your soft smile onto the newcomer "Morning, Spider." You hummed the words, a bright warmth filling your chest at the sight of the boy. "Are you ready for the hunt, my son?" Your smile became wide as he nodded vigorously.

Without wasting anymore time or words, you whistled for your Ikran, the great beast roaring its own morning greeting as it came to rest on the platform the both of you stood on, large wings beating at the air until she felt comfortable in her perch. She was a gorgeous beast, a sandy yellow that reminded you of the Sahara at sunrise, crisscrossed with intricate striping that was a burgundy purple instead of black, her chin crest, tail fan, and the very tips of her kuru were a bright, vibrant red. She preened under your affectionate smile, cooing as you rubbed her forehead. She purred as you made tsaheylu, leaping up on her back before reaching a hand for Spider. She nuzzled his head as he passed, watching as he took your hand and climbed up onto the saddle, grabbing onto the handle you'd made just for him. With a quick chirp from you, she was leaping off the woven platform, freefalling towards the forest floor for mere moments before her wings snapped open, jerking the three of you into leveling out before she dug her powerful wings into the air, purchasing speed and exhilaration with minimal effort.

Spider whooped loudly as she dove again, following the path of a waterfall, the spray barely getting you both wet before she was leveling out again. She enjoyed these moments as much as you did, finding peace in the currents of the wind much like you did in the sun. She continued to fly until reaching the desired location; a large tree that, while not nearly as big, was reminiscent of Hometree. "So, what exactly are we hunting?" Spider asked as you both dismounted Issa, surveying his surroundings as he spoke, bow already in hand and ready.

"Yerik," You answered as you pulled your own bow off your shoulders, checking the string's integrity before patting Issa's muzzle with wordless praise. "We'll need to be quick and quiet, scouts say that RDA activity has ramped up as a whole in the forest." You both shared a frown as Issa left the branch you were standing on, not leaving with her usual roar, as though she was taking being quiet to heart. "Let's focus on getting down for now, then we can worry about any unwelcomed company." You ordered gently, taking his mind off the possibilities and back to the situation at hand. He didn't argue as you both made your way inside the tree's trunk, leaping from inner branch to inner branch, spiraling ever downwards until it reached the forest floor. As soon as your feet met the rich dirt he was looking to you for instruction, for advice. You nodded to him with a patient smile, resolved to have him lead the hunt, to track down his prey.

The boy was like a bloodhound, his nose practically to the trail as you followed behind him at a crouch, ears swiveling for danger, always ready to help or defend. Deep in the thick foliage a small herd of Yerik grazed, grunting and chirping between each other as the male kept his eyes out for any danger. Though he never saw either of you. Right as Spider began lining up a shot, the air in the forest changed, charged with danger, the air filled with an unfamiliar scent that bore both the scent of the Na'vi, and the sterility of a lab. Your hackles raised as your widened eyes began looking for anything wrong, your ears moving and twitching at the smallest of sounds. Even the Yerik were disturbed, the male sounding a warning before the whole herd was gracefully prancing deep into the low foliage. "Mom, what's wrong?" Spider asked as he finally began picking up the change.

"I don't know." You murmured as you lowered further, very nearly straddling the ground with the depth of your crouch. Bootsteps could be heard as the birds went silent, leaves catching on bulky clothing like alarm sirens, loud breathing from untrained lungs "Spider, hide. Get back to Issa." You ordered firmly, your tone leaving him no room to argue.

You could practically feel his brow furrowed as he stared at you indignantly "What about you?" He asked in a whisper, not daring to be any sort of loud "you're coming too right?" You looked back at him, at the worry plain in his eyes.

"I'll be right behind you," You promised, though you weren't entirely sure it was the truth "Just call for Issa and get on her back. She'll know what to do." You instructed, though it was a well rehearsed song and dance by now, having spent months drilling both Issa and Spider, teaching the both of them how to communicate without the use of a kuru. He nodded with a gulp, but was slow to retreat into the foliage, looking between you and the coming danger with wide, uncertain eyes. "Go, Spider. Run!" You ordered in a soft whisper, tone not matching the words, but you could hear the incoming danger as plain as day just ahead. With a heavy swallow he nodded, finally moving with haste, leaving you alone to survey and deal with the threat.

You slid under better cover, a thick clump of ferns next to a large tree providing decent enough cover as you waited, ears low against your head as though they wanted to be stealthy as well. You didn't have to wait long, they came marching from the underbrush in a pretty single file line, though they weren't marching. They all had guns of various kinds in hand, all of them alert and listening to their surroundings. They all looked Na'vi, making your eyes widen with shock and your blood freeze, all of them looked like they could be part of the People. If it wasn't for the fatigues, you would have thought they were regular Avatars. "Are you sure you heard voices?" The one in the lead asked the woman next to him, his face drawn into a gentle scowl as he glanced down at her. His voice though, it made shivers run up and down your spine, your stomach twisting painfully, begging to release its contents. Colonel Miles Quaritch was supposed to be dead... but dead he was not. Obviously.

Fear sprang anew in your chest, your eyes locked on his accursed figure, your ears ringing so badly that you almost missed the woman's next words. Almost "The tracks lead down a bit more." They were tracking you and Spider, and you'd been none the wiser! If they were that capable at tracking, it was only a matter of time before they found you, found Spider. Fear and anxiety began playing unpleasant scenarios in your head, what they'd do to him for any little scrap of information.

The sudden rush of anger pressed your ears tight to your scalp, you teeth flashing to the ferns as you decided that wasn't going to happen, not while you drew breath. You didn't hesitate as you popped up, drawing an arrow before quickly releasing it, not giving the Avatars a chance to be alarmed. "NA'VI!" One of them yelled as another fell with a dull thud, the arrow buried in his chest before another arrow was flying to find a home in someone else. Bullets flew as you practically danced and leapt, staying just one step ahead of the RDA Avatars, using the landscape to your advantage.

All too soon you were out of arrows, having left your hip quiver at home. What use was a quiver of arrows while hunting? It was noisy and cumbersome. You pulled your knife with a snarl, the black stone blade gleaming wickedly at the promise of blood before you were pouncing on your prey. He barely had time to react, letting out a sharp "Oof!" As you both collided, his rifle going flying from his hand before he collided with the ground. He was wheezing as he grabbed your left arm, your right up and poised to sink the knife into his heart, his other hand up in a preemptive attempt to catch your strike. Something nagged at the back of your mind as you snarled angrily down at him, something familiar about him that both set you at ease and made pain thunder through your chest. You didn't have time to ponder it, not in the middle of a fight, so you brushed it aside as you brought the knife down. You didn't care it he tried to stop fate, you'd still kill him. But the man had other plans, flipping you both before your strike could land, pinning you to the forest floor as his hand clamped around your right wrist hard enough to hurt, a gloating little smirk on his stupid face as you snarled and struggled under him. The position he had you in didn't help matters either, the large male nestled between your legs like he was made to be there. His smirk morphed to shock after a few moments, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated as some sort of realization passed through him "Y/n...?" He asked softly, his voice... and the way he said your name... bringing you back to those short days before the war.

You blinked up at him, that nagging growing stronger as you panted, chest heaving so hard it was almost like it was reaching for his "Lyle?" You didn't want to believe it was really him, that old pain resurfacing from behind your ribs at his dopey little smile as you said his name, just like it used to when... You shook the thoughts from your mind, having purposely not dwelt on the man in sixteen years for a reason "Heard you were dead." You frowned, turning your head so that you no longer had to look at him. You didn't owe him your full attention, you didn't owe him a damn thing after what he did.

You could feel his own frown, his eyes boring into the side of your head like he didn't know why you'd iced him so quickly. He didn't get a chance to question you though, the remaining members of his squad reminding the both of you of their presence "Lyle, care to explain what's happening?" Quaritch asked in the same old overly proud way that he used to. It was sad to see some things never change.

Lyle looked back down at you, still frowning as he held you in the uncomfortable position "Sir, this is my wife, Y/n. She's an Avatar driver like Augustine."

"You don't get to say that name!" You snarled up at him, voice suddenly ragged with the echoes of pain and anger, your teeth snapping in his face. You began struggling under him again, trying to get your knife hand free to stab the asshole like you should have sixteen years ago. Your struggling made him grunt with effort, his grip on your wrists unwavering , even as you locked your legs around his lower ribs and began squeezing.

He gasped raggedly for breath as his grip released your left wrist, his hand trying to pry your legs loose as he struggled to breath properly. You might not have looked like the typical Na'vi woman in shape, but that didn't mean you were any less strong, any less able. Your thighs were a matter of pride to you, strong enough to crush skulls, or keep you on the bare back of a spooked Pali with little difficulty. You tried to pry his remaining hand off your wrist as he struggled against you, not able to turn enough to just grab the knife. But the struggle was short lived, others helping Lyle get free from your clutches, though it took two Avatars per leg to release him, one standing on your right arm so that you couldn't get your knife free. You hissed in anger as someone pulled his gasping form away, the aggressive sound coming from deep in your belly and promising bloodshed and pain to anyone who was stupid enough to get close enough to your teeth. That didn't stop the four from restraining you, managing to manhandle you onto your stomach as they painfully twisted your arms behind your back, forcing your hand to release the knife before they cuffed you once below the elbows and again at your wrists. "She sure missed you." Quaritch teased Lyle with a chuckle, moving until he was crouched near your head, just shaking his head with amusement as you hissed again, though the sound wasn't as strong as the first, nor as long and deep.

"I'd say she's gone pretty native, don't you, Wainfleet?" A different woman laughed mockingly before bubblegum popped. You could barely see her from the corner of your vision, the colorful tattoos on her arms setting her out from every single other Avatar around her, as well as her being the only other female. You'd killed the other one with an arrow to the head.

"Always has been wild," Lyle chuckled breathlessly, though you could hear the hurt tinting his voice, as though he didn't understand why you were acting that way "'Only a strong woman could keep you in check' is what my Mama used to say." He gloated as he absently rubbing at his aching ribs, watching you as you flattened your ears at him. You wanted to throw how ashamed his mother would be at him, but refrained, not wanting to drag the poor old woman's memory into the tense moment. You'd loved her like your own mother, learned everything that she had to offer about quilting and cooking and gardening, had helped her as much as you could between classes, moving in to take care of her even more whenever Lyle was on deployment. She'd passed away from cancer at only seventy-three, leaving broken hearts behind her. You couldn't have asked for a better Mother In Law.

"Pack her up," Quaritch ordered, looking down his nose at you before standing "we'll take her back to base for questioning. Ain't no way she doesn't have the information we need." The two that grabbed and hoisted you to your feet were unkind, their fingers digging painfully into your biceps as they forced you to walk between them. The trip to their Samsons had been uneventful, no surprises, fauna leaving you all alone, even a hungry pack of Viperwolves were uninterested. You didn't say anything to your captors, not even Lyle when he tried asking about what had happened over the past years. You knew that he didn't understand why you were rejecting him, why you weren't how he expected, but you couldn't find the words, nor the will, to spell it all out for him. "Keep an eye on your blushing bride." Quaritch ordered Lyle before leaving to the other Samson, Lyle nodding silently before helping you inside gently. His touch still gave you goosebumps as you sat down in the middle seat, cursing in your head all the while as he pressed in against you. Another Avatar pressed into your other side, the woman from before catching your eyes and smiling mockingly as she popped her bubblegum again. The entire flight to their base you were uncomfortable, the position and the bindings making you fingers cold and numb, though you didn't dare complain, not wanting to be seen as weak by the enemy. Though that nagging voice in the back of your mind assured you that Lyle wouldn't think you were weak, even as he adjusted the cuffs.

The choppers weren't even fully landed when you were being pulled from them, your head being forced low as multiple sets of hands restrained you, ensuring that you didn't just take off. Not that you were going to, but it was flattering that they thought you would. Inside the main building of the skeletal base you were taken to a medical room, the cuffs below your elbows taken off, allowing you to relax as you were pushed down to sit on a gurney "Y/n..." Lyle broke the silence as he leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a tight frown. You couldn't help but look at him, the musculature of his arms doing things for you, sending bolts of desire through your core as you imagined them around you, remembered the feel of his hands on your skin. You shook the fantasy away before it consumed you, frowning down at the floor as your shoulders curled in just enough. "Baby, please talk to me." He sighed tiredly, his head hanging for a moment before he pushed off the wall and closed some of the distance slowly.

"What is there to talk about?" You asked in a monotone, not looking up at the man, though you could still imagine the displeased expression on his face as he sighed again.

"Tell me what happened, tell me why you can't even look at me!" He ordered, his voice raising in pitch but not volume, like he was being careful to not be overheard by his squad. Your eyes did finally meet his, acknowledged the pain and the glimmer of hope in them.

"What do you remember?" You asked softly, your fingers becoming like static as they rested at the base of your tail, playing with the leather that wrapped around it.

He frowned as he took a human sized seat and rolled it in front of you, straddling it in such a way that showed off his thighs. 'Oh Eywa help me resist temptation' You couldn't help but silently pray, realizing more and more that you were still very much physically attracted to the Marine turned Avatar driver. "I remember you asking me to leave the RDA, and me telling you that I couldn't do that. You stormed off before we uploaded our memories onto Soul Drives."

You frowned at how incomplete his accounting was, at everything that he had missed in that conversation, and the one that had sealed the fate of your marriage, your shoulders sagging with the realization that you were going to have to fill in those gaps for him. "I told you I'd leave you if you didn't stop being such a godless prick to everything Pandoran, that I couldn't, in good conscience, be with someone intent on being my enemy." He blinked owlishly at you, silent in the face of the news "Later, at the Battle For The Tree of Souls, we met on the battlefield, I tried to sway you, one last time. You shot me point blank and left me to die." You gestured with your head to the silvery scar just below your collarbone on the left side, too high to injure your heart, but still high enough to potentially make you bleed out if you hadn't received medical attention when you did.

His breathing sped up as he slowly stood from his seat, wide eyes locked on the scar. You didn't say a word as he closed the distance as though the wound suddenly had gravity. His touch was gentle, ghosting a fingertip over the raised flesh as he continued to breath heavily "I'm sorry," His voice was a choked croak as it passed his lips, his eyes not meeting yours as watched him "I'm so sorry." He continued, heavy breaths steadily becoming hyperventilation as he continued to touch and stare. "Baby please forgive me, please!" He began begging, surprising you "I would never... will never... please..." He took a stumbling step back, his hand dropping to his side as his eyes finally met yours, filled with the horror knowledge brought.

Your heart sank, the change in behavior unexpected. He'd never been one to beg for anything, always opting to make you be the one to beg, especially in the bedroom. "It doesn't matter anymore, Lyle." You found yourself saying tiredly, like the weight of the universe had settled itself on your shoulders. "That was sixteen years ago, and you died. We're both currently different people in more ways than one."

His brows furrowed deeply, pinching the top of his wide nose, his ears tilting downwards as his tail flicked with discontent "I'll never hurt you." He vowed, his tone reminiscent of your wedding day. You'd never heard someone say a simple sentence with such conviction, and he'd fulfilled it almost in entirety.

You couldn't help the bitter little laugh that peeled itself from your throat, shaking your head slightly in disbelief before you were pinning him in place with a sad gaze "You can't promise that, Lyle." You reminded him "We're on opposing sides of this shit show, and you can't tell me you'll defy orders for me." He looked away, ears and tail falling as though he knew, deep down, that you were right.

Neither of you said anything else as you waited for something, anything to happen. You shouldn't have been so eager. Quaritch strutted in like he owned the world, a smug little grin pulling at a corner of his mouth "You're relieved, Wainfleet. Go get some rack." He ordered the other man as though he was speaking to a near equal, like he wasn't top dogshit. Lyle was hesitant to leave you with him, knowing what he was going to do, but he nodded and left you there, proving you right. "Now," Quaritch's voice slid over you like primordial ick as soon as the door had slid shut behind Lyle, the smile on his face saccharine sweet and full of dark promise "I'm gonna ask you some questions, and I'd like for you to answer them honestly. Normally, we'd just put you in The Chair, but we need your human body for that. So, if you'd be so kind to tell me where it is so we can go get it, I'd be much obliged."

You scoffed up at the man, shaking your head at his straight to the point tactic "It's buried 'bout ten feet deep in the forest like all the other dead bodies. You might find Jake's too."

"So Jake's dead. Then who's leadin' the insurgence?" He asked, brow furrowed with confusion.

You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes "Jake is," He opened his mouth to argue with you, but you just kept talking, not letting him get a word in "Eywa transferred us both from our human bodies and into our Avatar bodies. We became fully integrated members of society. Guess you'll have to do things the old fashioned way." You were deliberately smug to his face, hiding the fact that you were unsure and almost afraid of the pain, the torture. But not even your tail betrayed your anxiety to the man.

He watched you for a moment, trying to get a read of your mental state, of how easy it would be to break you. He was going to be in for a rude awakening, whichever path he took. "Alright," He nodded after a moment, sitting in the chair Lyle had previously been in, straddling it as though he was trying to physically intimidate you. While he was the tallest, and most broad Na'vi bodied person you'd ever met, you knew you stood a decent chance against him. His strength and skill was given, yours was hard won. "Tell me where your little base is, and I'll let ya walk free, no harm, no foul, you'll be flown into the forest and you can go keep playing pretend." He smiled as though he was offering you a good deal, like he wasn't insulting an entire way of life, or your intelligence.

You hummed as though you were in thought, cocking your head to the side slightly since you couldn't tap your chin "Or, I could tell you where to stick that pistol of yours, and how far." You smiled innocently down at him, blinking as though you hadn't just told him to go fuck himself.

He frowned deeply and stood, eyes hard and focused on you as he began to slowly pace around the gurney you were still sat on "Now, Mrs. Wainfleet, we can either do this politely, or I'm gonna have to physically take every little scrap of intel from you in every way I can." His eyes flashed dangerously as he settled you with a bone chilling smile as he passed by in front of you.

You sighed as though he'd already intimidated you, like he'd won "Ikran live in the Halleluiah Mountains in places that are called Rookeries. They mate once a planetary year with the same--" Your educational speech was cut short by a large hand snatching your kuru and jerking it hard, pulling you until your head and shoulders were tightly pressed against his chest as he snarled down at you. You couldn't stop the loud yelp that left you, hands gripping eachother tightly since you couldn't grab his to stop him. Tears of pain sprang to your eyes, an involuntary reaction, but one that might have worked to your favor if you could play the damsel card well enough to fool him.

His free hand clamped around the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to slow blood flow and make you lightheaded, coughing around your tongue as you fought for every ounce of air you could get into your lungs "I'll be nice, once." He warned with slow words as he leaned down, his voice ringing through your ears with an odd clarity despite the situation. "Then I won't." He promised before pushing you forward and off of him, completely letting go as he moved to your front, leaving you to cough and splutter as breath returned to you. His hands planted on either side of your hips as he loomed into your space, forcing you to lean back as far as you could manage, finally able to make use of your hands as you used them as a prop. "Where's your base?" He barked with no real volume, just a lot of intensity to his tone.

"The same mate for life. Seeing as they're monogamous, they only produce one to three--" You began again where he had last cut you off. His fist interrupted you, crashing into your cheek with a blinding crack that sent you reeling, nearly tumbling off the gurney if he hadn't hauled you back upright by your kuru. You couldn't stop the scream of pain as all your body weight pulled against the fragile appendage, reaching as far back as you could and grabbing ahold of one of his thighs and using it to pull yourself up, easing the strain as much as possible.

"Where's the base?!" He yelled, wrapping the kuru around his fist twice and gripping it as tightly as possible, spots dancing in your vision as you curled back as much as you could in a bid to ease the pain.

"Eggs per season! They are devoted parents, so usually, all young--"

"That's it!" He snarled pulling his knife from his back and holding it where you could see it, the fluorescents winking off of the well polished blade almost beautifully.

You were going to accept your fate, looking up at him as he snarled menacingly down at you, knife inching ever closer to your kuru. You were going to accept it without a peep, resolved to not give him the satisfaction "Colonel!" Broke the atmosphere, pulling both of you away from each other and to the newcomer.

You turned your head as much as you dared, eyes wide at the sight of Lyle, closing the distance and panting as though he'd just ran a marathon to stop you from getting hurt "You better have a good explanation of this, Lieutenant." Quaritch growled through his teeth, his tail audibly swishing through the air behind you both.

Lyle stopped where he could easily grab you if he needed to, his hands deceptively relaxed at his sides. He looked almost afraid, an expression you'd never seen on him before. Sure, you'd seen him angry, heartbroken, elated, and contented, but you'd never seen him afraid of anything. So him looking afraid at your predicament made the blood try to freeze in your veins. "Sir, we need a guide, someone who can teach us how to survive in the field. Y/n is our best chance, we can get her to listen." He reasoned, leaning in like he was offering Quaritch a good deal, like he was trying to offer you his closeness and support. He was all you had, your only friend in enemy territory, so you had little choice but to trust him, and accept his help if you wanted to live.

Quaritch groaned and shook his head like he was going to rebuff the idea, like he was so sure you were so hell bent on rejecting Lyle that you'd reject the idea. "If you need training, all you had to do was ask." You chimed in, leaning back on your hands to relieve some of the discomfort pinching your neck.

Lyle immediately jumped on your words like you'd promised to teach them rocket science "She's lived here for sixteen years, sir. She knows all the ins and out of the forest, knows how to appeal to the locals. That's the ultimate goal isn't it? Stop the hostilities? She can help, right, Y/n?" He didn't dare signal for you to agree while facing the Colonel, but that didn't stop him from hinting with his words.

You nodded enthusiastically, though tried to not seem too eager "Peace is mutually beneficial for both sides. And I'm always happy to teach, you can even ask Lyle, it took a couple weeks to teach him how to properly make pasta." You threw in the embarrassing story to help ease the Colonel, almost breathing a sigh of relief when his fist relaxed around your kuru little by little as he thought.

After a few moments, he sighed, looking between the two of you with a lopsided frown "Alright, you've got one shot at this, if she fucks up, attacks us, or tries to run, I expect you to kill her." He ordered Lyle, half-heartedly jabbing a finger into the middle of his chest. "Your wife, your responsibility. Go get her set up with kit she might need." He completely let go of your kuru, something you were thankful for but didn't move any further for fear of making him hostile again.

"Of course, Colonel." Lyle nodded, expression serious, eyes carefully guarded though his tail flicked nervously behind him, his ears flat.

"And Y/n," He paused, looking down his nose at you with a glint in his eyes "one toe outta line and I'll happily order your execution. Don't tempt me, don't test my resolve."

You nodded, your own expression serious "Yes, Colonel." You nodded. You remembered that the Colonel was not a bluffing man, had never been one either.

Quaritch's steps were measured as he left, making you both wait on baited breath, worried that he'd turn around at any moment and recant his words, finish the job. Neither of you dared to truly breathe until the door was shut behind him, both of you sagging in relief that the danger was finally gone "Turn around." He ordered softly, his fingers motioning for yours. You couldn't turn fast enough, eager to be free of the cuffs as soon as possible. As soon as they were off your wrists you were holding them in front of yourself, rubbing them tenderly as you turned back around to him.

Neither of you said a word as he had you follow him to a spare storage room that was filled with boxes and vacuum sealed bags of Na'vi sized clothing and equipment, the both of you beginning to search for things that would work for you. "Here, would this work?" He asked, calling your attention to him as you pulled a pair of tactical camo pants from a large box. He was holding a plain fatigue green shirt out to you, though you could already tell it'd have trouble fitting your bust at least. But you humored him, setting the pants down and taking the shirt, only pausing to untie the intricate beadwork that covered your upper torso and top. The shirt fit as you expected it to, tight and uncomfortable on your skin, barely getting over your already restrained breasts. "Fair point." Lyle hummed as soon as you looked back at him, the man trying to hide the lavender tint to his cheeks by turning quickly. You caught a slight tenting in his pants as he turned, that all too familiar spike of excitement flashing through your core.

You tried the pants when you managed to wrestle the shirt off, throwing the offending article of clothing away before slipping the thinner canvas up your legs. You stopped at your knees to feed your tail through the hole as well as remove the decorative skirt you liked wearing over your underclothes, your loincloth as the humans had once called it. You could feel eyes on you the entire time, acting like you didn't know Lyle was watching your every move like a blushing virgin. The comparison made you pause mentally as you resumed pulling the pants up and absentmindedly cataloging adjustments you needed to make in them. Lyle, Quaritch, and the other Avatars weren't the originals of themselves, they were like echoes, like clones, built from a copy made onto a Soul Drive. None of them were actually who they said they were, not really. It made a pang of loneliness and heartache shoot through your chest as you pulled the pants off, quickly shooting forward and snatching Lyle's smaller knife off his belt before he could stop you "Hey!" He barked in surprise, hand out to stop you from attacking until he realized you had no interest in violence. You made precise cuts in the pants at the waistline and then partway down the hips at the seam, wanting the pants to stretch with you.

You returned the knife when you were satisfied with the cuts, blinking up at the man that stared at you like you'd spontaneously grown an extra head "Can you help me find a sewing kit?" You asked softly, the sadness of the realization still soaking in your bones. The man in front of you could share familiar features and speech patterns with the man you'd spent more than half your life with once upon a time, but he'd never be him.

He gulped at your request and nodded silently, helping you look for one while you strutted around in your underwear. You could feel his eyes on you occasionally, flicking your tail slowly like you hadn't noticed, though a large part of you reveled in the attention, was excited by it. It only took a few minutes to find a kit, the needle ridiculously small in your Na'vi sized fingers, but seeing as you didn't have your sewing kit, you'd have to make it work. You sat on the floor as you worked on the pants, reinforcing seams where you'd made cuts and smoothing edged to look better and prevent fraying. When you were done you tried the pants on again, threading through your tail through the hole again before successfully pulling the pants over you hips and securing them over your waist. They were suffocating and harsh against your skin, already making you sweat down your shins in a temperature controlled environment. You snatched Lyle's knife again, the man not saying a word in protest as he crossed his arms over his chest, and cut the legs off at mid-thigh.

"Looks cute." He praised as he cleared his throat, calling your attention back to him as you reattached your skirt around your hips, the individual strings falling as they liked as you moved. You didn't miss the tenting in his pants, larger and more noticeable than it had been before.

You winked at him with a grin, wanting to see how far he'd go, how flustered he'd get "Thanks, Stud."

His face flushed again, though he schooled himself to look serious, the only give away was his tail flicking excitedly behind him, his ears swiveling constantly, picking up every single sound. "Though, you'll have to take the skirt off again, you need a harness." He looked down at your skirt as he approached with the harness already in hand, every step measured and controlled as he glanced up at you through his lashes. It thrilled you to your core, almost stealing your breath as his pinned you in place with just a look. He grinned smugly, liking the effect he had on you. You did as he asked while maintaining eye contact, your deft fingers undoing the knot and placing the skirt noisily on a nearby box. "Foot up, Peach." Any resolve you'd had, any restraint, left you as he used that pet name. Your mind instant went back to the last time he'd used it, his tongue fucking your pussy like a man starved, his cock fucking the mattress with abandon as he told you that you were as sweet as a peach and as pink as one too. His grin as he dropped to a knee in front of you showed he knew exactly where your mind went, heat flickering under your cheeks as you kept your eyes on him. He slid the harness over one leg, and then the other when you shifted, pulling it up your legs slowly, like he was taking time to memorize how your skin felt against his again. You had to widen your stance when he finally got the harness to your hips, a shuddered breath leaving you as he all but buried his face at the apex of your thighs, breathing deeply and groaning "God, you smell amazing, Kitten." He looked up at you again, his pupils blown with desire, his hands gripping your hips the moment he buckled the harness into place.

Desire was pulsing in your pussy, making it tingle and beg for his cock, want filling you like the best drug in the universe as you sagged back into the shelf behind you, giving him better access to you. Access that he took advantage of as he began nuzzling and nipping at your clothed sex, his hands pulling you into him more. "Lyle." You breathed softly, a hand finding his head and gripping like he was your lifeline. "Oh fuck, Lyle." You moaned as his nose pressed just right against your clit, your legs spreading more as your foot found a spot on a smaller nearby box, giving him barely restricted access to all of you.

Suddenly he was gone, pulling away completely, a shit eating grin firmly on his face as your focus snapped up to him "Come on, Baby. Gotta finish getting you set up." You pouted at him as you straightened yourself up, your pussy still dripping with need and your heart beating with desire.

"You're mean." You sniffed at him before trying to focus on making sure the harness fit properly, vaguely remembering that it couldn't be too comfortable.

He chuckled at your attempt to distract yourself, deciding to leave you wanting and nearly driven mad by it "Only for you, Peach." He lowered his timbre for you, remembering how it used to drive you wild when you were already needy for him.

You gasped involuntarily, your thighs tight together as you stared at him like a deer in the headlights, your pupils blown as much as his had been "Lyle!" You admonished wanting nothing more in that moment than for him to bend you over something and fuck you dumb.

His little gremlin chuckle turned into a deviant giggle as he innocently searched through boxes for anything else you might have needed "What, Sweetheart?" He asked, peeking back at you over his shoulder, still grinning, still giggling "Don't want someone to walk in on us, do you? Want someone to see you drooling over my cock? See me fuck your pretty pussy?" The man knew exactly what he was doing to you and was dragging it out as much as he dared, like he was challenging you to take charge of the situation.

It was your turn to grin, your tail moving in high, wide arches behind you with the thrill of the mutual chase "That's never stopped us before." You reminded him, tone soft and alluring, drawing more and more of his attention, his pupils and nostrils blow wide at the obvious scent of your arousal "Remember that time in your barracks? Or that time in the car? We woke up everyone both times." His pants were straining against him, a small wet spot beginning to form where the head was. "Seems like I'm not the only one drooling." You purred, winking at him.

It was suddenly like all resolve snapped, the man practically pouncing on you in a flurry of grasping hands and an eager mouth. He cupped a large hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, the both of you so eager and needy for the contact that your teeth clacked together, your lips getting bruised in the process. It only spurred the both of you on, hands frantically trying to divest each other of clothing, fingers clumsy in their search for relief. He barely managed the knot that held your top together, the thick fabric giving as soon as the knot was free, your breasts surging forth to their natural state. He groaned appreciatively as his hands instantly found their places kneading your generous bust, each one more than two handfuls and extremely sensitive to his attentions. Your fingers struggled with the button of his pants as you gasped and moaned, his fingers rolling your nipples in an electrifying way. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw and to your neck, lavishing it with attention as he licked and nipped and sucked at the delicate flesh, pulling at your nipples gently as though goading you to work at his pants faster. His cock sprang free as soon as you pulled his pants down his thighs, the weight of it smacking your stomach, the heat of it already making you drunk on it. He chuckled against your throat as you began pumping it in your hand, brushing your palm against the tip in elliptical drags "Need my cock, Kitten?" He rumbled against you flesh, the vibrations going all the way down to your needy pussy as you leaned your head back with a groan.

"Please, Lyle," You moaned, your half lidded eyes meeting his as he left your neck, one of his hands slowly leaving your breasts and slowly trailing down to your pants. He had them unbuttoned in one smooth motion, not giving you a chance to pout at the skill before his fingers were finding your clit. "Please." You breathed, your eyes slipping closed as he simply just pressed down on it. You had no doubt that he could feel the rush of slick his mere proximity drew from your heat, the man groaning as his fingers became wet without him trying.

"You needy little cock whore." He groaned appreciatively "Did you miss my cock, Baby?"

"Uh-huh." You gasped, nodding as quickly as you dared, still pumping his cock as it throbbed in your hand.

He pressed down harder as he tutted, making you squeal softly from the sudden flood of pleasure "Gotta use your words, Kitten. Or I'm not gonna know what you need." He reprimanded you with a smug little tone, taking charge of the situation like you needed him to.

"Need," You tried, licking your lips as you looked up at him "need your cock in me, need you to fuck me dumb." You moaned as his fingers began to massage your clit in such a way that his middle finger was dipping into your pussy ever so slightly.

"So fucking wet for me," He growled, biting gently at your throat. He remembered how you felt about hickies, but he couldn't resist biting you, needed to feel his teeth sink into your giving flesh just a little. "So fucking needy for me." He groaned, plunging his fingers into your hot pussy without warning, stretching you with three of his fingers. His other hand left your breast and immediately began working on pulling your shorts down, not quick enough for your liking as you quickly helped him, making sure to not dislodge his fingers as they pumped in and out of you so deliciously. Without warning his fingers left you empty and dripping, a muttered curse leaving his lips as he realized how messy you'd left his fingers, the long digits absolutely covered in clear slick, strings of it clinging to his fingers as he spread them. He spun you around without a word, fisting his cock with his drenched hand as his other pressed your upper body into the shelf, bending you just enough to give him a beautiful view of you. He didn't give you time to adjust as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, your pussy squelching loudly around him as you both moaned loudly.

He set a devastating pace almost immediately, thrusting nearly completely out of you before hammering back in, hilting with every stroke, his head practically punching your cervix every time. Your loud moans were better than music to him, rocking back to meet him thrust for thrust, his hands gripping your hips to keep himself steady as he began getting drunk off the pleasure. He grabbed the base of your tail at some point, lifting you to stand on the balls of your feet, completely changing the angle as his head began hitting that spot inside of you, the one that always made you see stars and babble incoherently "Ohhh fuckkk!" You cried as you gripped desperately at the shelf, fingers finding little purchase but you kept gripping anyway. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck Lyle!" You whimpered with every thrust, the coil tightening in your belly as your hands and feet tingled from the neural overload, your legs shaking from the pleasure. "Ohhh! Fuck me so good! So fucking good!" You kept talking as the squelching from your pussy became more obscene, wetter, louder, a small puddle beginning to form between your feet as your pussy drooled around his cock.

"Gonna cum for me, Baby?" He groaned, pounding into you harder, encouraging you to come undone for him. "Cum for me, Y/n. Please cum on my cock." He ordered, sending you over the edge, your toes curling and your back arching, pressing your chest deeper into the shelf but you didn't care as white engulfed your vision, your legs shaking even more, the hunger in your pussy increasing. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised you as he continued to fuck you through it, his pace unrelenting, wanting you to cum as long as you could, wanting you to cum again as quickly as possible. He coaxed your hips higher, practically lifting you the extra inch, finding that spot that kept you cumming all night long if he wanted you too. You were practically screaming in pleasure as your pussy clenched his cock, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he'd eventually give you, his resolve to hold out as long as he possibly could crumbling the tighter and tighter your pussy got around him. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum Y/n..." He warned you as his pace lost some of its rhythm, his thrusts becoming insistent, pushing as deep into you as he could.

"Cum in me, need your cum, so fucking addicted to it!" You begged him, thrusting back onto him, needing him as deep as he could go.

He came within moments, holding you tightly as he forced his cock into your cervix, almost popping it as he pumped thick ropes of his cum into you with low moans and shuddered breaths. It took him nearly a minute to stop cumming, and you took every drop, practically purring the entire time. When he was finally done, he pulled you flush with his chest, nuzzling into your neck and the side of your head, panting softly as his heart thundered against your back. Your hands caressed the back of his as he held you, even after his cock slipped out, a flood of your combined cum gushing to the floor but you couldn't be bothered to care as he just held you "I missed you." He admitted softly before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple, pulling a soft hum from your chest as you pressed into the action.

"I missed you too," You admitted to him just as softly, turning your head to look at him. You'd missed seeing his handsome face every day, and were looking forward to seeing him more often. You didn't know what the future had in store for the both of you, but you were resolved to meet it beside him. Now that you had him again, you were hellbent on not leaving him again, on teaching him the way of Pandora, of curing his 'insanity' as Mo'at had once called it.

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