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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 8 months

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Finding purpose | Male OC (or male reader) Chap 4

Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they're doing.

Pairings: Jake sully × Oc (friendship), Tsu'tey × Oc (friendship), Neytiri × Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of death, manipulative behavior, use of drugs, bad ways of coping mechanisms and obscene language.

Note: - This is not a request and it's the translation of the original story in wattpad. - My native language it's not English - The Oc's name is Eli Thompson. - Edited

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With the second day at Pandora over, the soldiers documented their experiences of what they saw and felt while driving an avatar for the first time. It wasn't anything as detailed as a scientist would describe with the technical names of the neural connection between bodies or something. It was simple. They described it as an experience that couldn't be expressed with enough words or an experience that would blow anyone's mind. They called it a day and proceeded to fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The next day, the routine began like the previous one, they got up, took a bath and went to the cafeteria to eat.

But they never expected that after eating they would be directly called by a pilot to follow them to an area that they are already more familiar with from their years in the army, proclaiming that the colonel wanted to see them.

The woman introduced herself to them as Trudy, detailing that by orders of who they were going to see, she would be the designated pilot for the expeditions that involved them.

"You guys are packing some heavy gear." Jake commented as he saw the ammunition that was being loaded into the Samsun that she indicated as hers.

On the other hand, Eli was looking around, almost feeling nostalgic. Comfortable in his environment, but that did not bring him the best feelings. The last time he was in a place like this was when he presented his resignation letter caused by the disaster on his last mission. The same mission that almost took his life.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered it.

"Yeah. That's 'cause we're not the only thing around out there. Or the biggest." Trudy replied, with a small tone of amusement at the end. "I need you as gunners. Protocol generally asks me to take 2 soldiers for 1 scientist, but we are short staffed. You would be a lot of help tomorrow."

Eli turned to look at the woman with surprise, but a hint of relief. He wasn't cut out for science and he had to confess that he missed the adrenaline. So much time without being a Marine is already starting to take its toll on him. "Do they really have weapons but enough for avatars?" Eli asked.

Trudy gave him a toothy smile. She almost felt like she was seeing a child after being told that there are going to be gifts for Christmas. "You'd be surprised what toys the RDA can make. Fill out an application saying it's to improve mission performance and they'll give you whatever you want."

Jake nodded in satisfaction. Even if his avatar body was not his own, the idea of entering a hostile forest unarmed only to experience his death firsthand was not the best of ideas. "Well then, you can count on us." Jake said, responding to the request made a few seconds ago. Eli nodded.

"Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." She ended the conversation by stopping in front of a slightly more private section among all the mess caused by the army. She pointed to a man exercising in the corner. "There's your man. See you on the flight line." As a last act, she bumped fists with them to say goodbye.

Both soldiers approached the boss, stopping at the metal frame of the security-like cage created for those who wish to exercise and remain out of danger from the rest of the machinery in the place. "You wanted to see us, Colonel?"

"This low gravity'll make you soft…" the colonel began to speak while still doing the bench presses. His voice came out slightly with difficulty due to the effort of speaking and lifting weight. "You get soften…" to give more drama to the moment, Quaritch roughly put the weights in its place, sat up and looked them in the eyes very seriously. "Pandora will shit you out dead with zero warning."

Eli mentally snorted. He had already heard a lot about how dangerous the planet is, but no one had told him how good it could be and he is beginning to believe that someone ordered them to specifically tell them that just to scare them. To mess with the rookies or something like that.

The Colonel stood up and walked until he was in front of them. "You have a lot of courage showing up in this neighborhood." Both soldiers remained silent. The man's tone showed that he was not finished. "You are the best proof that a soldier cannot be defeated… Both wounded in combat and look where you are." Quaritch walked past them and held out his hands for emphasis to show where they were. On the most hostile planet known to man.

"It's just another hell, sir." Jake answered as he turned the chair around.

Quaritch smiled at the attitude. That fearless look is just what he needed to see to continue with his plan. With a nod he indicated for them to follow him. "I was first recom myself. A few years ahead of you. Well, maybe more than a few. Three tours Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here?…" he turned around walking backwards to point at his scar on the side of his head. "Day one. Think i felt like a shavetail louie? Yeah."

Eli nodded his head, turning to see some soldiers pulling a weapon big enough for the robot suits like the one they were walking to at that moment. A weapon the same size as his body and he bets 3 times heavier.

"Oh, the could fix me up, if I rotated back. And make me pretty again." He paused to climb onto one of the robot's legs and gave it a few strong tugs to test its resistance. Satisfied with the result, he turned back to the couple of friends. "But you know what? I kind of like it. Reminds me every day what's waiting out there."

Before he began climbing the robotic suit, he signaled for the soldiers to ride the elevator next to the suit and stay out of the way.

"The avatar program is a bad joke. Bunch of limp-dick science majors. However..." his voice came out with difficulty as he climbed up the suit until finally falling inside. "It does present an opportunity both timely and unique."

Eli crossed his arms and leaned on one leg to pay attention. The platform he had stood on with Jake finally stopped at the Colonel's level.

"CLEAR." The man shouted as he grabbed the controls of the machine. Someone behind the ex-Marines yelled for them to clear the area. The Colonel pressed the buttons on the panel, satisfied when the engine came to life. "Recon gyrenes in avatar bodies. That's a potent mix. Give me the goose bumps." He said with the slightest laugh in his words. He seemed to find the situation amusing. "Men like that would give me the intel I need, right on the ground. Right on the hostiles' camp" After calibrating the controls to his liking, he turned to the soldiers in a slightly more serious tone. "Listen. I want you to learn these savages from the inside. I want you to gain their trust. I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won't."

The Colonel's tone did not give room to refute anything, it was directly an order without mentioning that it is an order. Something that neither of them liked. But they are soldiers, they are used to it.

Jake followed up with an important question. "Are we still with Augustin?"

"On paper. Yeah, you walk like one of her science pukes, you quack like one, but you report to me. Can you do that for me lads?"

The newcomers turned to look at each other. One look was enough to know that they both agreed.

"Yes, sir," they both answered instinctively. This loyalty brought a satisfied smile to the superior's face.

"Well, all right, then." With a wave of his glove, the Colonel turned on the robot. He brought his hands to his chest and threw some well-calculated punches, making the suit perfectly imitate his movements.

Jake and Eli backed up a little in the elevator to avoid being hit by accident.

Pleased with the adjustments to his suit, he turned it around to face the former Marines, placing his hands on his waist. Not even his suit seemed to prevent the Colonel from moving with confidence.

"I take care of my own. You get me what I need and you will get what your nation denied you."

The words the Colonel had used had been intentional. He read both of their files in order to not only understand who they are, but to understand how they think. He wants them to know that they are no longer on earth and that under his control he promised to give them more importance.

And they both completely believed it.

"To you Jake." The Colonel began. "I can give you your legs. Your real legs." Mentioning the limbs, the man aimed at Jake's human legs, using the robot. He then turned to Eli. "And to you, corporal. I will make sure that your nation gives you the recognition and apology you deserve. What do you think?"

Both soldiers nodded at the same time and responded. "Yes sir."

"Good." Ending the conversation, he closed the lid of the cabin with his metallic hand, turned around and turned to continue on his way, leaving the two with a lot to think about but only one conclusion.

They have a new mission.

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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avatar nsfw headcanons

pairings: afab!reader x jake, x tsu'tey, x tonowari (separate)

photocreds: @persefolli >:)

cw: cum play, balls in mouth (LMAOOO), creampies, p in v, choking, spanking, cock warming, tsu'tey (trust he needs a warning), sub!tonowari (canon) , oral m & f receiving, marking/biting, spit kink? think that is all, but any typos? ignore them! this is filthy

jake sully

pussy eater enjoyer

like if you're both laying down, his hips are violently rutting down onto the floor, or mattress (do na’vi’s have mattresses?) or grass bc he just loves having his head buried between your legs

whining quietly every time you tug on his hair and grind your hips onto his face

loves LOVES biting your thighs, seeing the way your hips jump softly when his teeth sink into the soft plush of your skin

eye contact, mf is eating you with his eyes, they’re all low and a dark warm honey and sexy

pussy drunk

soft!dom

idgaf what anyone says dilf!jake whimpers!

he is so vocal! telling you how good you’re making him feel, how good you’re taking him

enjoys edging himself, like loooooves the feeling of his balls being heavy, slapping against your clit as he pounds into you

will make you cum soooo many times before he lets himself cum

he is a tit man, this is canon

loves leaving hickies on your breast and chest

loves even more when you try to hide them but you can’t

i feel like cumming inside you is rare, but bc he enjoys seeing his cum on your face, ass, back, chest, stomach etc

spit kink is insane, loves when he taps the side of your face and you just open up your mouth and let him do it

he thinks it’s so filthy and his brain goes brrrrr

he’s always horny

tsu’tey

you're his little creampie (LMAO)

loves seeing his cum dribble out of you

fingers some of the cum back into you before having you clean off both of your release from them

he gets soooo hard feeling your tongue suck them clean and the soft little moans you let out go straight to his cock

i thinks he’s big on cock-warming

especially after a really stressful day, he loves sinking into you, and just controlling your movements

anytime your hips shift, you’ll get a swat to your ass, telling you to behave

it’s def a control thing, because there are so many things that can go wrong during the day, but THIS?? no you’re going to be a good girl and you’re gonna listen

you love it though

he’s def into choking you, likes seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head as everything becomes too much

like you’re so fucked out, your breathing is so labored and your babbling stupidly and it’s all because of him

tsu’tey is an ass man! loves spanking you and seeing his hand print of the soft skin

he’s a biter, like you’re his! and it’s going to be everyone’s problem

tonowari

bbg is so submissive like

opposite of tsu’tey, wari loves being choked

like you’re so much smaller than him, really your hands around his throat are doing practically nothing but he loves submitting to you

poor baby is always taking care of everyone, he just want to be taken care of, and your tiny fingers gripping around his neck just does something to him

he loves when your ride him, the way you use him to get yourself off makes him feel so good about himself

your boobs bouncing in his face, god he gets so flustered and telling you how good he’s been for you and how good you’re making him feel

WHIMPERS, MOANS, CRIES OUT YOUR NAME

pussy drunk, duh!

but even more than you sucking his cock, he goes fucking feral when you play with his balls (RAHHHH)

he always asks if he can cum

he loves when you mark him, mf wears it so proudly like he does not gaf!

I think he’s also a boob man, sorry!

but y’all can just be laying down, ready to go to bed and his mouth is on your chest, sucking and licking, working himself up and rutting his hardening cock against your lower bellying or the side of your thighs

he’s obsessed with you

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xylianasblog · 1 month

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Turmoil.

Pairings: Tsu’tey x FemHuman reader

Summary: Who knew Tsu’tey would enjoy such a weird human thing, especially such a thing as nipple piercings.

Warnings: MDNI, nipple play/piercing play, size difference, p in v, dirty talk, praise, dom/sub relationship(kinda), shy reader, mean Tsu’tey, Non-con (maybe??)

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Tsu’tey found himself watching you, always admiring your demon features from afar. Why of all the humans that stayed you were amongst them? What made you so special? Why couldn’t you leave his mind? It was absolutely frustrating, so very irritating.

A tawtute like you consuming his mind, distracting him. Why did he have the need to impress you? To prove himself worthy of being a good mate to you. He hated it, he shouldn’t want you, but he found himself wanting to take you.

Even now while he was supposed to be hunting, he couldn’t get you out of his head, even as your sweet, earthy scent filled his nose. That couldn’t be right you were back at the village; well, you should have been. It’s far too late and too far from the village you shouldn’t be out here.

“Shit.” You muttered as you sat down by a tree, you decided to go walking but you failed to realize just how far from the village you had gone. You had tripped and sprained your ankle, the pain just now getting to you. You rubbed your ankle where the pain was hoping to soothe it at least a little as you relaxed into the tree you were leaned against, small whimpers escaping past your lips as you did so. “Fucking ridiculous.” You muttered. Being consumed in your thoughts you weren’t aware of Tsu’tey standing above you observing your small form.

“You should not be out here demon; you are too little. You will get hurt, stupid demon.” His voice was cold as it cut through the night, your body shivering at the intensity as you shyly looked up at him. Mouth agape in surprise, your words died on your lips and with a huff you turned away continuing to rub your ankle. Tsu’tey continues to observe you his eyes taking in your clothing when he noticed the small metal of your piercings poking out from the sides of your shirt. He crouched down to get a closer look, his eyes trained on the strange item as well as they could despite you being dressed. “What are those? Why do they poke from your demon clothing.” He tilted his head back as he glared at the items.

Piercings weren’t uncommon in the clan, but nipple piercings definitely weren’t something people in the clan had. “I have a way to distract you from the pain.” He murmured as he leaned closer to your small frame, his face a few centimeters from yours. “Do you trust me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he pushed you back against the tree hands immediately lifting your shirt to reveal your breast, nipples instantly hardening from the feel of the night air. You sucked in a breath a shudder running through your body, Tsu’teys eyes narrowing in on the metal of your nipple piercings. The cute heart shapes on either side of the bar in rose gold colored steel complimented your skin nicely, Tsu’teys couldn’t help but to admire the jewelry.

You watched as he reached his hand up, fingers brushing against your hardened nipples lightly you were sure that if you weren’t actively watching him, you’d be dreaming. His touch was soft, and gentle even as he rubbed the swollen nub before taking it between his fingers. Digits that expertly rubbed and massaged until finally his finger pressed against the side of the bar, the sensation of the steel sliding through your nipple had you whimpering softly. The feeling new but very much welcomed, an oddly satisfying feeling that was pleasurable as he continued to tear your nipples with his fingers and the bare, working them together in a way that had you pressing your thighs together as you moaned.

The smell of your arousal was potent, even outside all that Tsu’tey could smell was you and he couldn’t wait to have a taste of it up either. It seemed the more he teased and played with your nipples the louder you got; this was a different side of you. One that he wished to see more of and that thought alone had him rutting against his loincloth hoping to at least relieve some of the tension he felt as his cock throbbed in its confinements.

You watched as he got on his knees and his free hand wrapped around both of your legs, he was careful of your sprain as he pulled you close as close as the clothes separating you two would allow. Giving another pinch to your nipple his hand moved down to pull your shorts and underwear up, giving him just enough room to have full access to your already slick cunt.

You squirmed around as he rubbed the bulbous head of his throbbing cock against your leaking folds, each little thrust gliding along your slit coating himself in your juices. The delicious glide of his cock rubbing against you, hitting your clit in just the right spot. Your brows furrowed in surprise as you felt his cock slip between your thighs, his thrust starting out slow, but you stayed quiet, you wouldn’t dare ruin this moment even for just a little.

Tsu’tey fucked his cock using your thighs, his hold around your legs tightening slightly as he sped up, your squishy skin felt good, but it wasn’t enough, yet you didn’t deserve to be fucked by him. He shouldn’t even be doing this with a demon like you, his eyes were trained on your face watching your brows scrunch up in confusion. He didn’t like that he wanted to see the look of pleasure cross your beautiful demon features as he brought you an undeniable amount of pleasure. With his free hand he reached down and grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks between his thick, long digits. “Fix your face demon, no need to frown. If you need me to fill you up, then say that.” His tone was harsh, yet you could hear a bit of lust as he spoke.

All you could do was whimper as his hold on your face tightened, your eyes found his and you scowled. That only seemed to make him more displeased and without much more fight from himself he shifted so his tip was pressing against your entrance. He frowned as he pushed in slowly, he hated that he immediately loved the way your gummy walls took his shape easily molding your fluttering pussy to take his shape. He groaned as you moaned at the stretch his dick was forcing upon your cunt, the burn mixed well with the pleasure of being filled and you couldn’t help but reach out to grab ahold of his arms. “Tsu’tey…” you whined once you felt him button out.

Your mind couldn’t focus on anything except how full you felt, your eyes closed as your mouth opened slightly. “Fuck... so big.” You moaned out. For a moment it felt as if he had pushed all the air from your lungs.

He stilled any and all movements as he stared down at you, the look on your face made his cock twitch. You looked so beautiful beneath him like this, he hasn’t fucked you, yet you looked as fucked out as can be and that pleased him. He loved it, every bit of it as his fingers squished your cheeks causing your lips to pucker up. “Tsk… look at you demon, so pretty, so… free for me to use how I wish.” He murmured as he pulled out until just the tip was pressing against your walls before thrusting back in, he repeated the process over and over until each thrust was pushing juices out around his cock. “Fuck...” he groaned as he let his head fall back.

You were a mess as all you could do was whimper and moan, your movements all restricted by his hold. Your hands the only thing free as your hold tightened in his forearm, nails digging into his skin as he fucked into you. Each time he kissed the tip of your womb as if he was fucking you in a way that you get you pregnant, you couldn’t handle it but the thought of being filled by him had your walls tightening up and his hips stuttering as they pushed deeper if possible. His hold on your face faltered just as his hood on your legs.

His groans soon turned into deep growls that bubbled from his chest, he as carefully as he could opened your legs and leaned down to rest his body on yours. Caging you in with his bigger form, now that your mouth was free you could moan and whine freely. Tsu’tey favorite part was the way incoherent words fell your lips as he fucked into you, he loved looking between your bodies. Each time he pulled out he relished in the feel of your walls greedily clinging to his cock. “Taking me so well, your demon pussy is so needy.” He pulled out slowly as he grabbed ahold of your head, he forced you to watch just how your cunt clung to his thick length. “Look at how your body begs for my cock.” You could only whimper as you watched, walls fluttering at the sight.

Your eyes rolled back as he pushed back in, you were slow close, so very close and you couldn’t tell by the way his thrust became faster and sloppy he was nearing his own release. He released his hold on your head his hands both grabbed your thighs in a bruising grip as he fucked into you faster and harder. The familiar pleasure was back and just as you felt yourself about to come you felt his seed filling you up before he pulled out, his cock still spilling come. The force with which he pulled out caused you to get sprayed covering your breasts and face. “Tsk, look at you.”

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maneatrrz · 1 year

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‧₊˚✩ wishing it was you / j. sully

♡ 𓂃 ꒰ wishing it was you! ꒱˚.༄ ೃ jake sully x fem!reader. 5.2k words. ⌒(≧▽° )

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: ever since you shared a heartfelt moment, jake has been constantly avoiding you. convinced he's in love with neytiri, you find out it's a lot more complicated after confronting him in the woods: your being is everything he burns for, and it terrifies him. you tempt him in a way you shouldn't, and he's doing everything he can to protect your delicate divinity. but with lips and an attitude like yours, it's becoming taxing for him to resist ditching saintly restraint for a dance with the devil.

content: biblically inaccurate and brotherly!tsu'tey, biblically inaccurate timeline (it's ok guys just go with it it's an au haha), dom!jake sully but also whimpering!jake sully, oral fixation, nipple sucking, hickeys, love bites, vaginal penetration, praising and teasing. slight angst because you both have serious abandonment issues, but an ample amount of fluff and physical affection.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ additional notes: this is my first published writing, and also the first time i've written smut myself-i am more than willing to receive tips, just please keep that in mind and be gentle! i also am a bit rusty on the writing uptake and formatting update, and this is definitely not my best work and i hate this with a visceral anger, but i hope you like it regardless because i spent way too much time on it. mwah, thank you lovelies!

୨✩୧ ; MINORS DNI! fic under the cut!

jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

you observed him carefully from your seat in the plush, lush forest illuminated by the glittering night sky above you, along with the golden flames in front of you. the affectionately crowned toruk makto was chasing around neytiri, as he was wont to do-you were convinced he was vehemently enamored with her. neytiri on the other hand, was adeptly avoiding his efforts to yank her tail with a feline-like grace, and an effervescent, opaline smile exposing sharp canines. you found it hard to blame him, however. she possessed both the deft and couth you were certain you lacked. she made everything look perfect, and it didn’t help that she was beautiful, either. one look into her scintillating eyes could enrapture you, especially during this oppressive, sultry summer weather. the sweltering heat had persuaded you into thinking she was an angel one too many times. but you guessed in his world, she was.

it was stupid.

he was stupid.

“fuck,” you brought your hand up to the newfound throbbing pressure on your mouth, painting slender fingers with a rich, sanguine color: blood. you had bitten through the roast you were eating and into your poor, faultless lip. “i was thinking way too hard.”

“ponder less over jake sully, and more about how our great mother has let you live another day,” tsu’tey smacked you upside the head playfully, taking a bite out of his sturmbeast steak. you couldn’t help but smile a little-you found comfort in him as the brother you never had. when you had arrived on pandora, you were met with cynic skepticism from him, but you had proven yourself to him eventually. your friendship allowed him to lighten up and be more lively, too. “i am pleasantly surprised a skxawng like you has lived this long, y/n.”

“you literally suck,” you feigned lamentation by placing one hand on your chest, and using the other to wipe intangible tears from the unwarranted libel. it earned you a hearty laugh from tsu’tey, followed by a small fit of coughs. “you’re coughing like an old man. slow down, grandpa. easy on the chuckle.”

“now you suck,” he pushed your shoulder lightly, before panning his head over to jake and neytiri, who were now much farther away. jake’s face looked amorphous in the distance, but tsu’tey could see strong brows furrowed in the haze. he began to wonder if he needed what humans called “glasses”. neytiri clasped jake’s forearm before tugging at him to go further into the thicket, turning their backs on you. he fixed his gaze on you now, rubbing his temples.

“...shit, well, that’s fucking fantastic. your ‘fiancee’ ran away into the woods with the fucking idiot. whatever,” you waved a hand to the distance with a heavy sigh, raising the roast to your mouth. you added with a somber mumble, “this was not how it was supposed to go.”

this was seriously not how it was supposed to go.

it wasn’t-neytiri was promised to tsu’tey, and you…what were you to jake?

you were supposed to explore this world and your new bodies together, and you did, at first. attached at the hip, confused and frightened (although, jake would only say ‘slightly’ for his pride) of the wondrous expanse around you. you would lay in your shared, flimsy little cot as you watched the sable dusk melt into an ethereal aurora, talking about everything and anything. what your lives were like on earth, what you wanted to do when you came back-your own personal bucket lists, intrusive thoughts, your worst jokes, your favorite fruits-everything. you both confessed things you had never even said.

enter neytiri, stage left.

she tried to kill you both. she almost succeeded after jake pushed you out of the way to take the blow for you, but you throwing a water canteen at her alerted her that you were not a threat-you weren’t armed with anything to attack her with, and you certainly couldn’t kill her if you tried with those reflexes. she told you this later and it offended you, but the offense disappeared as you realized you were just happy that you were alive. you were happy that jake was alive. he didn’t have to try and save you.

‘of course i did. i don’t know what i’d do without you,’ was all he said in response, with a soft, darkly warm tone that made something burn low in your chest. it was a memory etched in your mind that never failed to make your limbs deliquesce, turning you into a shallow pool of ardor and elation. only for a brief moment, as your puddle would turn into hoarfrost and coat the ground of your empty heart. it seemed like after that day, that was when you truly watched him fade away.

he stopped sleeping in the cot with you, so you had no one for consolation on gelid nights. he’d take neytiri and tsu’tey on raids and hunts, getting frustrated when you’d ask to accompany them. and when neytiri had explained their rituals and the inner workings of mating that came with it, he started to ignore your entirety, without a single explanation why. it must’ve been her.

it had to be her, right?

“fuck it,” you jolted up switfly, dragging tsu’tey by his arm. “get your ass up and let’s go find them.”

“you are just going to find something you do not want to see,” he planted his feet on the ground firmly, rigid and unmoving to your touch. you turned to look at him, as he furrowed one of his brows. “are you a lecher, y/n? is that what this is?”

“first of all, ew. absolutely not. second of all, are you dumb? if they successfully get down and dirty, she’s no longer promised to you, right?” his ears flicked at your response, finally relenting to your touch. “now let’s go.”

you followed their scent, navigating the underbrush with tsu’tey, who was regretting his decision to come with you. you were supposed to be moving cautiously and quietly, yet you kept walking into leaves and suppressing meltdowns over previously uncovered bugs. he was busy thinking of ways to cover up your pursuit when you stopped suddenly, murmuring in the distance.

“...and i love…so, i don’t…” you could make out bits and pieces of a husky voice’s speech through the trees. the mention of love made your heart beat to an unspoken cadence.

“...then tell…keep waiting…unfair…” the second voice spoke with a higher pitch, but a louder tone, the words poisoned with blatant vexation. you contorted your face and looked to tsu’tey, his visage equally scrunched and perplexed. you ventured further into the thicket, until you could make a slight outline of two bodies through thick blades of green.

“she already hates me, neytiri. it’s not worth it,” the lower voice, now discernable completely as jake, slapped his hands to sides and fidgeted through the leaves. he was painfully nervous-he wasn’t the type of person who froze when he was scared. he dawdled around aimlessly. like an idiot, you added a note to your mental observations. a lying, stupid idiot.

“she is going to hate you more if you do not get it together,” a seethe, accompanied by the flattening of ears and a slap to jake’s head. “you will lose her completely. tell y/n.”

“i can’t.”

“it appears you have no choice. y/n,” neytiri swiftly moved through the grass to reveal your hiding spot, tsu’tey’s mouth pursed and yours agape. the edges of her lips curled up into a demure smile. “i had faith that you would come after us. i did not expect you, however. come with me.”

her tone was that of a mother scolding her child, leading tsu’tey back to camp by his small, tender ear. her chides in na’vi as she stomped would’ve made you giggle if it were not for the looming dread in your sternum, turning towards jake and his solemn, downturned ears.

his stupid ears.

his stupid nose.

his lying mouth.

“i know,” to your short response his eyes widened, cheeks donning an uncharacteristic tint.

“i’m so sorry. i know it’s fucked up of me, but i didn’t know how to-”

“-it’s okay. you don’t need my blessing to mate with neytiri, right? i just would’ve preferred you told me sooner. i knew you liked her, it just sucked. to be left in the dust. i really liked you, you know,” you crossed your arms and pressed them close to your chest, trying to ignore the saline tears welling in your eyes. and then, he laughed.

how could he laugh at a time like this?

he really didn’t care, did he?

jake sully.

stupid, lying jake sully.

“fuck you,” you bursted out, teardrops scalding your cheeks in their wake as you turned to leave.

“wait, i’m not laughing for the reasons you think i am-okay, wait. wait, let me explain,” his fingers brushed your wrist, reaching a little too late. “y/n! let me explain.”

“i literally cannot think of a way you can explain this without looking like a total cunt-ow! let go of me, jake! what the h-” your scorning monologue was brief, as jake pulled you off balance by your tail. you fell back first into the tall grass, head braced by jake’s hand underneath it. his hips pinned you to the ground by your own, one leg in between your own. broad shoulders loomed over you and cut out of your peripheral. you felt so…small, underneath him. it increased the growing ache in your lower abdomen, fueled by neither hurt, nor fear. you tried to squeeze your legs together to negate the pooling sensation-you shouldn’t have felt like this. this was a bad idea.

“so, uh, as i was saying…” he trailed off as you rolled your head to the side, refusing to look at him. “can you just look at me?”

“no.”

“fine,” he shook his head slightly with a tsk sound, assessing your body and the way it seemed to be engulfed by his own-even as a na’vi, you were so tiny in comparison to him. just as he seemed to be lost enough in his own thoughts for you to make your escape, he shifted your position abruptly. whipping your head towards him, it felt like all of his weight was on you: his nails dug into your thighs as he pulled them apart and past his torso-now, he was directly in between your legs. jake leaned forward onto his forearms, your lips millimeters apart from one another. you had no choice but to look into rich, amber eyes. either that, or focus on the way his hips were pistoned deeper into yours, fabric unwilling to spare you the feeling of his length rubbing against your clothed sex.

“as you were saying,” you cleared your throat, scratching an itch on the top of your head. he smirked, pleased with his ability to make you yield. his smirk quickly faded, replaced by a more stoic expression.

“remember the day we almost died?”

“you mean, one of the last days you pretended that you knew me?” you scoffed, and he narrowed his eyes at you for a split moment. “yeah, i remember.”

“i didn’t care if i died, but,” he began to fidget nervously, involuntarily exacerbating the wanton throb. yet, you were too focused on his words to notice. “i cared if you died, and i cared a lot, a lot more than i was supposed to. and that started fucking with me.”

you tilted your head with a doe-eyed expression that made jake tense up with a potent, unsolicited salacity. his ensnarement tactic was working painfully against him. his loincloth was growing increasingly more soiled in a messy, debauched ring.

“so i, uh…i ran, like an idiot,” jake’s breath hiked to a dry growl, shifting weight between legs. “i didn’t want to get you hurt. because if i did let myself and i let something happen to you, not only would i lose you, i would lose myself. i would lose everything i believe in. so, i tried to stay away from you.”

“well, i mean. you did just regain the ability to walk again. i’d wanna run, too,” you snickered in attempt to lighten the mood, unable to handle the sonorous tone of his words. jake rolled his eyes, holding back a smile. he thought that shouldn’t have been as funny to him as it was. “i’m so funny.”

“yeah, whatever. anyways,” he took a deep breath, knowing damn well you were right. “as we settled into omatikayan land, neytiri told us about customs, and picking a mate. how i would eventually claim a woman. i started avoiding you right around ‘mating’ season, so it was hard.”

“...okay? what does this have to do with me?” there was too much emotional clamor inhabiting your brain to properly absorb what he was saying. “ohhh…so you claimed neytiri right after ignoring my existence, and now you want to rub salt in the wound because you’re a dickhead-i’m so smart.”

“no-you have got to be dumber than me, holy shit,” he bit his lip in discontempt. either you genuinely were painfully oblivious to the situation, or you wanted him to spell it out for you. he had a notion that it was a reasonable mixture of both. “you literally just disregarded the last few things i’ve said. if it’s time for me to claim a woman, why would i claim neytiri? why would it be hard to stop talking to you?”

“chill out bitch, damn. i’m not the one who pretended someone didn’t exist for several months, watch your mouth. i’m listening though,” you weren’t really. “you’d claim her because you fell in love with her, and then maybe, i don’t know-your conscience thought it was a little weird to completely drop person and cling onto the next? surprised you have one. we’re running in circles.”

“but i wouldn’t claim a woman i didn’t want. i don’t want neytiri.”

“cool…? i don’t know what to say to you.”

“you just want me to say it outright for you, don’t you?”

“that would be particularly helpful, yes. i think if we did this from the beginning it would’ve helped.”

“if i was around you, i would’ve gone against my better judgment and claimed you in a heartbeat. to be blunt, i wanted to fuck you really bad.”

“wow! that seriously took a hard turn,” that was not the most appropriate reaction, but it was all you could utter.

was this how it was supposed to go?

your lips parted slightly, and jake immediately fixated on them. while he was noticing how roseate and plush they looked, you were having an internal dilemma at lightspeed. you thought this man hated you, and this whole time it was the stark opposite? were you the stupid one? were you the idiot? no, you couldn’t be. when you came down from your catatonic spell-well, it was more like you hit the ground violently, you minded jake’s position in between your legs. you also minded the soaked, wet state of your loincloth. “you wanted me like that?”

“yes, i did. but seeing you was a reminder that i couldn’t have you, and i wanted you so bad,” you watched jake’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and nodded, looking down at you with a darker stare. it was one you had never seen from him. a more predatory gaze. “i shouldn’t have wanted you, and i wanted you so bad. it’s only gotten worse.”

you assessed his gaze. it was as if he was ready to ravage you and everything that you were in that moment, right there. perhaps that gave you the courage to push his limits-how depraved was he, truly? how much restraint did he have, when it came to you?

“and all this time i’ve been sucking on a bottle of pink whitney, wishing it was you,” you ran your hands over the grooves in his arms, separating each mammoth, rigid muscle. you took one of his hands in both of yours, running his calloused finger over your inner thigh slightly-enough to pick up the sticky substance that threatened to gush out of you. “but now, we’re here. you’ve starved me as much as you’ve starved yourself. so, what are you going to do? what you should do, or what you want to?”

he growled just above a dull roar, trying to battle his ache and the dilemma of forbidden pining. god, how he wanted you. he ached for you, with such an illicit thirst-to devour you, one kiss at a time. your fingers skimmed the pressed outline of his aching tip through his loincloth, which elicited a frantic, breathy gasp from jake. “you can be gentle, or you can be rough. you don’t have to think about anything. actually, i’m pretty sure you’ve been thinking way too much.”

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” it came out as more of a dark, tenebrous moan that made you giggle. he stared down at your slick, tempting essence. he wanted to indulge in you, the delicacy that you were to him. yet a quick taste would never be just that-he’d want all of you. he looked back up at you, with the same predatory leer. you brought jake’s hand up to his mouth, feeling the ache worsen as he licked them clean with a groan.

“or, maybe i do.”

his hands worked their way up your thighs. your breath shortened as you let your eyes graze his hands-large, azure, and veiny. the position jake’s hands on your legs seemed natural, as if they were right where they belonged. he gripped your thighs, massaging the innermost part with his thumbs. his lips chose to travel to your collarbone and continue their conquest upwards, leaving carmine bruises, love bites, and tender kisses in their wake. he stopped when he was positioned face-to-face. your heart beat out of your chest as you felt lustrous yellow eyes linger on your own, and then your lips. he brushed them against yours.

“i’ve waited for this forever, you know,” he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “you’re so beautiful. as humans, or big blue people. whatever we are, and wherever we are, you’ve always stunned me. every rational thought i have blurs when i look at you, it’s like you put a spell on me. you’re enchanting, and it’s unreal.”

“you think so?” your ears perked up coyly as you felt your lips curve into a smile. that was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to you in awhile, or the history of ever, even. your honeyed reaction made his tail flick around in back of him, enamored by your visage. it continued to swish, curling prettily.

“oh, honey. i know you are. my pretty, pretty baby,” he kissed your nose, giving you a grin. his tongue ran over your bottom lip with a soft bite, before intertwining his lips with yours.

suddenly the air was thick and hot; infernal. you weren’t the worst kisser, but god, you felt like you paled in comparison to jake fucking sully. his tongue spoke to you a simple, yet tantalizing and tantric mantra that mesmerized you. veiny hands danced a viennese waltz against soft skin, retracing the path that led to your lips. he let his hands trail back down to your thighs, fingers grazing your sodden, clothed clit.

“you wanted me so bad, huh? all wet for me?” you nodded as he played with the string on your loincloth, before pulling it off and to the side.

“well, i fucking needed you, oh,” he let out a husky moan and ran his fingers over your lips, before parting them. “look at you-what a perfect pussy. i’m going to fucking ruin you.”

he thumbed your engorged, tender clit with one hand, while sliding in the middle & ring finger of the other into your warm, messy cunt. it was all so overwhelming-your faint titillated whimpers and whines, paired with the sound of fingers enveloped in slick folds. your voice was muted and low in an attempt to preserve the sanity and sleep of those in the relatively adjacent camp. but in the stillness of the night, the hot cacophony of your saccharine sweet voice and his frenetic movements that produced such wet, obscene noises, were resound upon jake’s ears. he thought it was akin to that of a siren’s beguiling melody.

“i want…w-want…mm,” you babbled, jake looking at you, yet unrelenting in his pace. the way he pumped his fingers was heavenly, but you needed more. “…you. inside me, please.”

“don’t worry. i’ll fuck that pretty pussy soon. but first…” he unclasped your chest piece with one hand, throwing it to the side while he kneaded one of your boobs. he flicked your nipple with his tongue before swirling it around the sensitive nub, latching onto it. he drove his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt with the occasional curl. two fingers alone already made you feel so full, sucking them in as you pulsed around them.

“i fucking love your tits. you’re latching onto my fingers,” it was like he could read your mind. smirking at your rampant, tiny mewls, he switched breasts, continuing the onslaught on your throbbing pussy. “let me focus on this boob, though. she needs love, too.”

“sisters, not twins, yeah? something like that,” he rasped through his teeth, lapping and sucking. your vision began to get hazy overcome by the torturous intoxication his touch brought, “you know what? doesn’t matter. your tits are gorgeous.”

he released his hold with a pop, leaning back to look at your disheveled countenance, exhaling raggedly. he placed his fingers in his mouth to relish in your sapid taste once more, while his eyes traced every inch of your body. your mouth hung in an O shape, lips plump and glossy. your eyes glossed over. your hair was frizzy and unkempt. you were nothing akin to the meticulously crafted countenance you slaved away for every day. he created a breathtaking mess out of you, which made him wretch with such a frenetic, venereal hunger.

he needed to fuck you stupid.

he needed to tear you apart.

“so pretty,” you murmured as he untied his loincloth, unsheathing his length in its entirety. the shaft same color as the rest of his body, a mixture of azure and sapphire stripes. it was unreasonably thick and lengthy, and had two veins leading to his blushing indigo tip. it throbbed as precum dripped down its side, and onto big balls. it was practically begging for solace in the form of your tongue swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. “i want a taste.”

“you’re so sweet babydoll. but no,” his denial of your request was met with a disappointed whine and pouty lips. “i really should fuck that mouth of yours for all the shit you talk, but it can wait another day. i need to be inside you right now.”

his breath hitched as he watched his length disappear inside of you with a slicked sound.

“holy shit. you’re so fucking tight, jesus fucking christ,” jake seethed between breaths, panting. he dug his nails into your hips, writhing five hot points of pressure with his grip. his thrusts were slow but with intention, stretching your walls and hitting your core. you stared down at the way his thigh muscles tensed while he snapped his hips. you bit back a moan, your vision blurring slightly from the jolting motion, and your legs threatening to buckle. “dear god-fuck. oh, fuck. fuck, baby.”

“you feel so fucking good, and you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he let one hand go and trailed it slow up your torso and stopped at your shoulders, quickening his strokes and making your eyes roll back. his fingers ghosted your neck with a dark laugh and a groan, “oh, fuck-what a good fucking girl. you like that, sweet thing?”

“jake,” you pleaded as he rutted into you, raking your nails across his back. you wrapped your legs around him, desperate for release. “this feels so good. oh, jake, ’m gonna…”

“oh god, i fucking love the way you say my name. go ahead and come for me, baby,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck, pumping deeper into you at an unadulterated and alacritous pace. jake pressed kisses to your neck while he felt you squirm and twitch on his length, muffling whines and moans. your glistening cunt tightened around him, like it was luring his cock further into you. he didn’t know how much further it could go. “make a mess all over my cock. it’s all yours, sweet thing. always has been. now use it like it is.”

it was hard for you to give any sort of intelligible vocalization (unlike pussydrunk jake, who seemed to be a little too loud, groaning fuck and i wanna cum over and over) while your eyelids fluttered and blood roared in your ears. you were having a sensory overload, and couldn’t help but drown in the pleasure. from the hickeys he pressed lightly over your taut collarbone with wet lips and the way his cock hit your g-spot, to all the husked whimpers jake let out while throwing his head back and the sound of skin hitting skin, you were in bliss. he was able to quell and rouse the insatiable ache that pooled low inside you, all at once. you were arched and unraveling with a splintering rapture, your own juices mixing with the warm, creamy seed that painted even the innermost corners of your walls.

“wow,” he looked down at your angelic, supine image through long eyelashes, panting. you relaxed your spine, coaxing his cock out of you gently. he was so desperate and unprincipled when it came to you that he probably would’ve stayed inside you the whole night. and you were far too exhausted for that.

“you sure as hell can have a taste of me now, holy shit,” his eyes were glued to your puffy cunt, watching his cum veneer it with a milky white. he swiped his finger in a swipe up your lips, holding his findings to your mouth. you licked it with a small mewl before contorting your face, bleating out a blegh.

“salty?” broad shoulders rose to the rhythm of a hearty laugh as you nodded, pushing the hair out of your face. “it’s cum, baby. i eat like a starved dog. don’t expect much next time.”

“that’s so tragic for me.”

“yeah, yeah. are you okay, though? do you need anything, sweet thing?”

“i need a hug,” you pulled him back towards you, and splayed your hands on his back. with a soft laugh, you traced the welts from your scratches before playing with his tousled mess of hair. the smell of sweat and a rich, earthy scent pervaded your senses as you meticulously picked out the stray blades of grass from each strand. “i’m sorry for fucking up your back.”

“what, are you kiddin’ me? don’t apologize. i’m gonna wear this shit like a medal. tell everybody my pretty girl gave ‘em to me.”

“you say that like you’re not gonna go back to your regularly scheduled ignoring y/n routine. i know you’ll leave eventually,” you huffed, slapping a hand on the newly damp grass to search for your chestpiece. he brought your hand back to his hair, kissing your forehead.

“and you say that like everything hasn’t changed. what’s the point of this if we part?”

“an extra notch under your belt, or something? i have not a clue, toruk makto. oh, congratulations on that, by the way,” you turned your head away from him to spare your tears. for some reason, it suddenly hurt to look at him. the last thing you wanted him to see was your hysterical sobs, after you just bore every other part of yourself to him. you’d have nothing else when he’d go.

he wasn’t really going to stay, was he? no one ever stayed for long. and it would be rather bold to think jake sully out of all people would stay for long, too.

you swallowed, clearing your throat. “i don't expect you to stay. i know i made a big deal about it, but...it really would make a lot more sense to marry neytiri.”

“oh, shut the fuck up," a playful eye roll. "i already told you, silly. i don’t want neytiri. i want you.”

“here-we can get up, and pretend that this didn’t happen, okay? we’ll say you got beat the fuck up by an animal, or something-”

“y/n,” he tilted you gently by your jaw, forcing you to face him. “i want you.”

“-and we can say you were brave and fought him because you’re the hero,” you choked out a sob. “you’re the hero, and i was just there as a witness. the nobody to scoff at; the outsider. i’m nothing to those people. i’m nothing compared to you.”

you were scared. truly, you did not want to see him go, but if you trusted him and loved him with your entirety, and one day he would no longer be there, it would break your heart into pieces. and your heart had already been broken quite enough. ah. so this was jake’s reasoning.

maybe you were the stupid one.

maybe you were both stupid.

yeah, definitely the latter.

“hey, hey, hey. enough of that bullshit. take a deep breath,” jake scooped you up slowly, repositioning you to cuddle in his lap. he tipped your head to lay a kiss against your lips, before pressing your head against his chest. you tried to sync your breathing to the cadence of his own chest rising and falling. he placed a caressing hand on the small of your back, rocking slowly. “i’m not scared anymore, and i’m going anywhere. i love you, y/n. you could never be nothing to me.”

you looked up at him, eyes widening. ‘i love you, y/n.’

there was something about the way he said it, paired with his fluttering, onyx eyelashes adorning gorgeously deep amber eyes. it was like a profound nocturne he sang just for you. there was something about the way he complimented you in a warm, sheltered whisper that tasted like a dulcet dream. it was a sonnet he read just for you. like a poet who lived and died for you.

just for you.

yet, foolishly-for moons, and moons, the poet restrained himself from telling you that your visage was his muse, due to his own trepidation. all he needed to do was trust in you, and let go.

maybe you did, too.

“you promise?” a gentle plead was all you could get out as he wiped your tears.

“i promise. and i’ll seal it with a kiss. or maybe a couple,” he brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing it gingerly. “you are my everything. and that is nothing to scoff at.”

home was not a city, or a state. home was not even a planet, like earth or pandora.

home was jake.

home was jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

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yourlocalbigtittyedbitch · 1 year

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Hc's of our lovely tall blue aliens reacting to a y/n with no gag reflex!

synopsis: it was a vary hot day on pandora, so you thought a popsicle would make you feel a bit better on this day. (Reader is gender neutral in this fanfic, and it is not specified if the reader is human or Na'vi)

Pairings: Jake, ronal & Tonowari, tsu'tey, and Quaritch

Warning's: making poor Jake feel things, horny intentions, vary horny thoughts. And you being all innocent and doe eyed, and tsu’tey being horny. Can't forget Tonowari being the sweet soft dom he isss!!

Jake

GODDAMN ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK??! poor boy thinks your choking on the damm thing, till you just pull it out with ease.

He'd definitely would watch you as you fucking deep throated that damn thing. While his tail sways softly behind him

When you confronted him, a blush rised to his checks as he looked away and he would make some half asked excuse saying he wasn't staring or somethin'

Definitely at some point he would think about you on your knees and sucking on his cock instead of that popsicle. (Totally getting jealous over a damn popsicle)

When he asked how you could do that, all you said was "no gag reflex." Then continued to gently suck on it

If it was just you and him, alone. He'd probably be sitting behind you, or you on his lap. As he gently kissed your neck in shoulders, his hands roaming your sides

Mayyybe also murmuring soft words into your ears too. All because you just wanted some cold treat for this hot weather.. horny basterd.

Tsu'tey

At first he thought you had somesort of stick in your mouth, till you pulled your hand back, pulling the popsicle out of your mouth. Man was flabbergasted,

What?? How? How could you just shove something so long down your throat without gaging??

The thoughts of your lips around the base of his girth where eating him alive, his tail swaying and his ears twitched as he stared at you

When confronting him he said you where weird and turned away, as more blush rised to his checks.

If it was possible, he would have pinned you against something and having his way with you,

Or maybe have a hand slink around your throat, squeezing gently. Whispering things he'd do with Those pretty lips of yours,

If someone else was watching you suck on the popsicle, he would send a death glare their way.

Quaritch

At first he thought you had a weird habit or something, since all he saw was the stick of the popsicle hanging out of your lips

As you pulled the popsicle out, he visibly flinched, all so you could reply to whatever Z-dog said. Not noticing the tall Na'vi behind you.

Once it was the two of you, he would just corner you. And ask if you intended to just tease this old man.

He would get so aggressive twords the others, especially Lyle and Mansk. Your his and he will make that clear, totally getting in trouble and having their asses beaten.

If your with him the whole day, he'll make it vary hard for you to focus. His tail accidentally brushing up against your ass, or him getting a little too close to you, his touches becoming lustful, or linger there for too long..

If you dare to confront him, he'll say its nothin' and continue to stare at your lips. While you're trying to glare at this old fuck.

If you try to lock yourself away, just so you can enjoy your sweet treat in pease. He'll fucking kick down the door and make an excuse about him not finding you. And not giving two shits about your poor door..

Rest in peace door-chan

Ronal & Tonowari

Ronal was the first one too notice that you where sucking on something, watching you pull a whole ass popsicle put of your mouth, she was stunned for a few seconds. You, you on the other hand where just a innocent little thing, looking up at her with Those eyes of yours. While your legs hung off the walkway, gently swinging.

When Tonowari saw you push the popsicle down your throat just to pull it out and lick your lips, and then gently suck on the tip. All while looking up at the sky and minding your own business, this mans heart was POUNDING and he looked so flustered from that act you did alone.

Ronal had asked how you could do that, and so.. you gave her your response. "I just don't have a gag reflex" you srugged before continuing to suck on the sweet treat.

If you had finished the popsicle and went to go grab another, Tonowari had ended up dragging you down to his and Ronal's Marui. Once inside he had made you sit down in front of him, his hands gently roaming your form "why did you tease me with that small one? Is it because I nor Ronal gave you enough attention?" He murmured against the nape of your neck,

If someone was watching you, and if either one where there and saw, Tonowari would glare at them. But if it was Ronal, she would probably throw hands at the Na'vi.

...shes one angry woman..👀

(a vary pretty one too-)

You where sitting on Tonowaris lap suckling on another popsicle, his arms laid around your waist lazily. Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a pop, you offered him to try it, he was reluctant at first. But once he did. His taste buds where in heaven. His tail wagging softly, so you let him have the popsicle.

You where watching Ronal grind coral to a fine powder. She seemed to be focused on what she was doing, you where a little worried for her, and wanted her to take a break. And so, with a pop. Your voice was gentle in soft "I think you'd like this. Here, try it!" You offered the popsicle you had to her. At first she declined, but after coaxing her to try it she took it from your hand, and gently nippled at the top of the popsicle, she was shocked. She had never tasted something so sweet in her life. You just giggled softly at her reaction

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tarrynightss · 4 months

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Avatar masterlist

Hate sex with Jake X Smut

If daddy could see you now (Miles Quaritch) X Smut

Lovers death (Miles Quaritch) part 1 X & 2 X

Phone sex w/ Quaritch and Lyle X Smut

The forgotten sister (Tsu’tey) X

Kíyame, yawne… (Tsu’tey) X

A glimpse of us (Jake Sully) X

Quaritch forming tsaheylu with his partner X

Tonowari praising you X Smut

Giving Tsu’tey a lapdance X Smut

Mansk + wearing his clothes X Smut

Jealous Mansk X Smut

Sub!Mansk & dom!reader X Smut

How jealous are they and how do they show it? (Avatar men) X

How they are during your pregnancy + how they are with the baby (Avatar man) X

Poly Jake & Neytiri headcanons sfw & nsfw X Smut

Human Quaritch sfw & nsfw headcanons X Smut

Kinky things with the Recoms X Smut

What they’d get you for Valentine’s Day (Avatar men + Ronal & Neytiri) X

Avatar men being icks X

#masterlist #avatar #atwow #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #atwow fanfiction #atwow x reader

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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Being Jake Sully’s Babygirl

Fic description: 18 + minors DNI!! Domestic life with your husband, Jake, has never been better. He was Toruk Makto, and even, he needed someone to care for him after a long day in the forest. Dom!jake Sully, subby!fem reader, breeding kink, service kink, corruption / innocence kink, daddy kink, size kink, bj, lil bit of age gap (dilf Jake!)

It was almost eclipse, the sun and moon meeting to form a golden halo in the Pandoran sky. You loved domestic life with your mate. Before you met him, you were just incomplete, both emotionally and physically. Who knew you had such an urge to be cared for, to be doted on, I mean it was predictable, you were just so helpless on your own!

You grew up in the Omaticaya as amongst the slowest and one of the weakest, you could never be taronyu, hunter, although you did have your own ikran. You were a healer instead, and vowed to yourself to never associate with men who are taronyu. You feared they would soil your good nature. You feared them, you were a gentle little thing that should just keep to the healers. That changed when Jake Sully came around.

His (previous) human nature puzzled you, yet that was what you loved about him. He was so brave, not afraid, he had a strong heart! You knew that you’d do anything for him, and that he felt the same. He vowed to you, to always protect and care for you, as your mate, when the two of you finally mated under the tree of voices.

He stayed true to that vow. He woke you this one morning, his large hand rubbed gentle circles in your back as you woke up to look at him. “What is it, ma Jake?,” you murmur sleepily, making grabby hands at him, the secret sign the two of you had for a kiss. He chuckles and obliges, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I have a big hunt today with the war party. Just wanted to let you know, ma muntxate.” You are concerned. “Ma Jake. You won’t get hurt, right?,” your doe eyes stare back into his.

“God damn. She’s gonna be the death of me,” Jake thinks to himself, as he thinks of ways to reassure his mate. “I won’t, ma yuey. I am Olo’eyktan, don't you worry. I’ll think of you on the hunt.” You smile, a sigh of relief. “I’ll miss you, ma Jake. Don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you say, as you reach up to cling onto him for a bit. That was one of your favorite things to do, was to just stay wrapped up in his big, strong arms. It was the safest place in the world for you!

“You’ll hurry back soon, ma Jake?,” you ask innocently. Jake chuckles. What he wouldn’t do to just miss the hunt entirely so he can stay home and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Obligations as Olo’eyktan called. “I Will, don’t you worry, sweetheart. You just stay home today, ok? No going out into the forest or nothin.’,” he chides at you. God, he was so overprotective, and you loved it!!

You agree, he gives you another quick kiss before he gets his weapon and sets off on his ikran to meet the others in the war party, they were at the edge of the forest. You decide to tidy up around the hut for him, but not before getting dressed for the day.

You opted with a lovely blue-green bead top, with a shell necklace and a few pink feathers for your hair. You felt the hut would look a little better with some flowers inside, so you went out into the forest to find some. Jake usually scolded you if you went out by yourself, for some reason, that made you feel more love for him. You scatter the blue-green petals and leaves all over the hut.

Next is dinner. Usually, Jake was the one bringing it back to you, but you couldn’t wait for all the praise that was to come if you made him something. You loved it when he praised you, it made you feel so warm and fuzzy!! You went out to pick out some teylu worms, and made a little fire to cook them over. After they were cooked, you put them on a leaf with some flowers scattered over it, and left it wrapped up in the hut. He needed rest too, after all. The fact that he had ten years on you didn’t help, either. He wasn’t that young anymore, and you just wanted to take care of him, like a good little house mate should!

Eclipse was starting. He will be back soon. For the finishing touches, you wrapped a few leafs around your hips, a makeshift shirt. You knew this was similar to what humans wore. Maybe your mate will like it. You hear the screech of his ikran outside. He was back. You quickly unwrap his dinner, and scatter over to the door to wait for him.

You hear him climb up the tree, using his muscles to drag up whatever he got from the hunt. He walks through the doorway, slamming a hexapede wrapped in a large jungle leaf onto the floor. “Hey, sweetheart. Had a good day?,” he asks, with a bit of pep to his tired voice. “Yes, ma Jake. I did,” you slyly remark, coming up to him, so he could get a full view of you. He raises his thin eyebrows, yellow eyes hungrily gazing over your decorated little body.

“Got all dolled up f’me, sweets? You look fuckin’ adorable. C’mere,” his large arms open up to you, which you gladly run into. His fingers tilt your chin up, keeping your head in place as he gives you a long, sweet kiss, which you gladly accept. “What’s all this, huh?,” your mate teases, his smile growing wider as he takes a look around the marui hut. “Did this for you, ma Jake. Want to take care of you. Make you feel good. It is what humans call, a housewife?,” you say, innocently, with a hint of confusion.

Jake grunts again, his ears folding back, his tail erratic, matching yours. “Is something wrong, yawne?,” you ask. You wonder if you did something wrong. He was supposed to like this! You quickly think of what to do next, since it looked like he did not like your little surprise for him. Jake chuckles, his voice a bit deeper than before. “No, sweetheart. I’m just a lil’ shocked you did this all f’me. You wanna be my housewife huh? Little wife, mate, to take care of her warrior when he needs it?,” he coos at you, his voice slow, deep. You nod quietly as he walks over to the far end of the hut, sitting down, his hands working quickly to untie his loincloth.

His cock springs up to attention, a large vein on the side pulsing, had you drooling at the sight. “You gonna listen to daddy?” You nod eagerly. “Good girl. Now crawl on over to me, princess,” your mate says as he taps his lap, his cock all angry and waiting for you!! You drop down onto your knees, he smirks, watching you like a predator watches his prey, as you begin to slowly make your way over to him.

Your dainty little hands grab his large, blue thigh, as you reach his lap, waiting for his next command. “Want y’a to give Daddy’s cock here a nice lil massage, yeah, kid? Nice and gentle.” You nod, the sight of his cock just made you so,so, squirmy! You arch your back, lowering your head so his pulsing cock is at eye level. You reach out your hand to cup his balls gently, you just couldn’t wait to see them swell!!

You use both your palms to cup his balls, you bring your lips down to give them a little kiss <3 after that, moving up to give his cock a few kisses as well, your tongue tracing that vein on the left of the shaft. You hold eye contact with him, his yellow eyes dilated, his broad chest heaving. “God damn. That’s a good girl,” he lets out a low chuckle, with a hint of a purr. He only purred when he was with you, and you were so lucky to see this side of him.

His hand, as large as your entire face, comes down to stroke your cheek and rub your head a bit. He was pleased. Good. You just wanted to love on your mate!! “Fuck. How’d I get so lucky, huh? Got a sweet lil’ thing like you around to keep me young.” You nod, giddy with a huge smile adorning your face. You could take his cock all day, only if he’d let you.

One thing you loved about being his mate was the age difference. Jake had around fifteen years on you, his voice was so much deeper than the Na’vi men your age, you loved his stocky arms, you’d sometimes nuzzle your head into his neck, his large head, chiseled jawline!! Younger Na’vi men had none of that. Most essentially, they never had that caring, guiding, almost dad-like way to them. Jake did. Ever since the two of you mated, Jake knew that he had to protect you, love and dote on you. You were his sickeningly sweet and helpless other half. You were his babygirl, and he’d kill for you.

Your mind drifted back to your most important object that you presently had to attend to. Your mate’s twitching cock. You scoot forward on your knees, folding your legs under you and opening your mouth. Jake chuckles. “There’s a good girl. Didn’t even have to tell you, and you’re already on your knees f’me. Open up, sugar.”

He stands up, towering over you as the leaking tip of his cockhead pushes past your wet, blue lips. You close your lips around it, sucking gently, your tongue traces around the entire tip itself!! His cock just was so big compared to your mouth. You started to gag a bit, but you held those tears back, you didn’t want to disappoint your mate. He only deserves the best, after he spent such a long day in the forest.

“Aww. Too big f’ ya?,” he taunts. You quickly shake your head, afraid to disappoint him. “That’s what I thought, girl. You got me all nice and wet. Want you on the bed though, sugar,” he condescendingly notes at you, tapping on the mat the two of you slept on, as if he was calling on some kind of pet.

You quickly move to the hut. It was routine --- you knew what to do. Jump on, on your back, legs open, face forward. Jake slowly moves in, a predator admiring his meal. You feel a little shy, a little vulnerable, you always did when he simply stared at you like that. “Hey.”

Your eyes quickly moved onto him. “Eyes on daddy, sweetie.” You do as said. “There ya go. Not that hard, is it?,” he asks, cool and collected.

You nod -- slow, like a scared little lamb. Your small hand coming up to trace patterns on his stomach, toned, with a bit of pudge to it. His broad chest, sometimes you wondered how many stripes he had on him. Those wide, stocky, veiny arms always distracted you, though. It did not help that those same arms were gripping your hips, squeezing your plush, little, body.

“Fuck, sweetie. Gotta be in you.” He teased you, you shuddered, as he moved in between your legs, swiftly lifting your thighs to drape over his shoulders, with no effort at all. “Open up f’daddy, sweetheart,” he coos at you, as his cock pushes into your dripping, sopping cunt, his throbbing length filling you up, so, so, sweetly!! His now swollen balls lightly touch upon you as he begins to thrust, at first slowly.

You had your eyes closed for a second. “D’aww. Daddy’s cock too much for his little mate? Eyes open. Don’t make me tell you again.” A threat. He was in a certain mood. You were there for him to use. You quickly open your eyes to see him towering over you, grunting as he works you to orgasm. You were just his little house mate after all, and you should not have to do any of the work here. Here, he takes care of you!!

One of his large hands comes to pin yours down onto the mat, effectively restraining you. You try to wiggle free, yet his grip was tight, like molded metal. You knew — whenever he had you pinned like this, it was some of his predatory instincts shining through. It just made you even wetter.

“Daddy…,” you wail out, as he starts pushing in and out of you, at a faster speed, his cock sending you into another world!! He buries his face into your neck, you feel his sharp fangs graze your shoulder slightly, biting down. His grunts turn to growls, hisses, your moans into little yelps and squeals. He was in control as a hunter in the forest, he was in control here, as your mate, your daddy, who took care of you, loved on you, and at the same time drove you insane with his special way of looking after you!!

“Yeah, sweetie. Lie there and take it. Daddy’s almost done, yeah? Taking this cock like the perfect little girl you are, yeah?,” he grunts out, you feel him twitching inside you. “Want your knot! Ma Jake, please!!,” you beg him. He growls in response. You only were so pathetic for him. Just for him. Your man. He brought you over the edge, along with him. The both of you were so distracted by each other: ears folded back, tails erratically swishing, like two animals in heat, that Jake ended up giving you his knot.

You felt it swell inside you, basically it was just an evolutionary safeguard — making sure his cock stayed in you for quite some time. Making sure you were bound to carry his child.

“God damn,” he huffs out, a bit less delirious than he just was. “Gave you my knot, sweet thing. Looks like every Na’vi in this damn village is gonna know who y’a belong to, huh, girl?,” he softly says, as his lips give you a few pecks on your cheek, his hand cradling your face now. “Yes, ma Jake. I’m yours,” you sweetly purr back at him. You lay your head on his chest after he has flipped the two of you over. Your ear against his squishy (but firm!) chest, you hear his slow, deep purrs compared to your faster ones.

He had his baby girl all knotted under him, he came home after a tough day in the forest to be comforted by the soft womb of his mate. She was so unlike him, and that made his attachment to her grow stronger, every day.

She felt the same, she loved having a big, strong warrior to provide for her!! She loved that she was going to have this big, strong warrior’s child soon, too.

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clockmax · 1 year

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Headcannons of the avatar boys being mean doms??? Jake, Quaritch, Tono, Tsu’Tey

DEVIL IN DISGUISE !

- AVATAR MEAN DOM HEADCANONS

A/N: hi bb <3 ty for sending this request in it had me giggling and twirling all day ‼️

REQUEST INFORMATION

Pairings: Miles quartich, Jake sully, Tonowari, Tsu’tey x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Pure filth.begging,Degrading, risky sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slapping(like once), Throat fucking, spanking, p in v, size diff, stomach bulging, possessive behavior, I think that’s it

- JAKE SULLY

He’s so mean baby, got you on his cock fucking you stupid no matter how you crying from overstimulation.

“Yea? Going stupid on daddy’s cock like a good slut?”

He’ll dick you down anywhere. The forest? Doesn’t care if you get caught. Hell, maybe he even wants someone to see the way your fucked senseless on him.

He’s got a thing for overstimulating you always, watching you shake and sob under his touch, your puffy clit too sore, your cunt aching.

This man is such a sucker for watching you loudly moan the moment his cock head hits your cervix, bruising it over and over while his pace is brutal.

And baby, you break one of his rules, you are fucked! He’ll get you all hot and heavy just to sit there and watch you try to pleasure yourself, laughing when you start begging for his help.

He’s so cruel. He loves the way you shake, cry, beg, the way you look with your lips all puffy from biting it to keep your noise down during risky situations, the way he fucks you until you can’t think about anything but him.

- MILES QUARITCH

He loves using you as his own personal toy. His own little whore to use.

When he comes back from a mission gone wrong with pent up anger, he’s quick to use your mouth, holding your head as he thrusts into your tight throat.

You gonna complain about it? He’s got you bent over his knee real quick, spanking you.

“You ginna keep being a ungrateful whore or you gonna listen f’r me?”

Quartich is so glad to use your holes, any day he could bend you over a table, fuck you right there, watching the way you shake and quiver.

No matter how many times you say his cock is too big, he pushes it all the way in. Bruising your cervix.

He’s got a small thing for slapping.. sorry.

- TONOWARI

He’s rough. I mean rough.

His hands gripping at your waist, bruising your hips, his cock plunging in and out of you.

He loves the way your stomach bulges from his cock, pushing you past what you thought you could go.

He’ll take you out to the other end of the reef just to fuck you there, the way you try to hold back your noises and the other clan members are just on the other side.

He’s such a tease. He’ll cockwarm but won’t move his hips at all. Tonowari will sit there and watch you squirm around, trying to pleasure yourself.

He can’t help how possessive he can get over you to, reminding you that you belong to him and only him, his hands pinning you down while he pounds it into you.

Don’t even get me start on this man’s cock. Oh Jesus oh mighty 🙏

- TSU’TEY

This man will forever be a hard dom and I’m never changing my mind. Hes just living the way you react when he’s hard n rough on you.

If he can’t smell himself in you, he’s quick to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you for so long. He’s got no mercy.

The way his balls slap against your sopping folds, your lips raw from kissing, legs shaking, the way you’re barely hanging in to your mind.

He’ll keep rutting into you, watching the way you say it’s too much, yet come around him for who knows what number this time

Tsu’tey will pull your hair, biting down on your neck, marking you as his.

He’ll make sure nobody touches you, and if they do he fucks you stupid until you say you belong to him.

He’s just so possessive over you and that’s what drives him yo be hard on you, drives him to pound it into you that you are his.

#jake sully #jake sully smut #avatar smut #jake sully x reader #miles quartich #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #tonowari #tonowari smut #tonowari x reader

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neteyamssyulang · 6 months

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Pairing Tsu’tey x Fem human mate reader

Based off of this request

Summary: Being oblivious to someone else flirting with you gets you in trouble with your mate.

Warnings: Dom Tsu’tey, Sub reader, Kinda angry Tsu’tey, P in V, Creampie, Bit of kuru play?

Word count: 538

Translation(s): Ma lor muntxa si, lumpe zene nga si oe keftxo -> My beautiful mate, why must you make me upset?

Kehe! nga new tsonta act na a pestu, nga kanom zettx na 'aw -> No, you want to act like a whore, you get treated like one

Nga lu ktml -> You are mine , Oe lu ut ngamt ma sayrìp muntxa si -> I’m all yours my handsome mate

Tsìltsan 'eve, oe kawkrr new ne kame losx lefnelan 'ampi nga nìmun -> Good girl, I never want to see another male touch you again.

A/N: My apologies for getting this out a bit late, I was doubting if this was good enough- but here it is, enjoy <3

Oh you were in for it, letting another male flirt with you infront of your mate. You were oblivious to it though, you didn’t even see the way Tsu’teys eyes narrowed and how his tail swished rapidly behind him.

The warrior Tsa'ri was known for going after mated females not caring if it was wrong, he had eventually set his sights on you.

You hated Tsa’ri, like actually hated him so much. He was annoying never leaving you alone, never giving you an ounce of space.

Tsu’tey finally snapped when he saw the male lay his hand on your shoulder and the way you gave him a forced soft smile, immediately he walked over and bent over picking up your small frame before throwing you over his shoulder.

You squealed as he started walking towards his hut knowing you were now in trouble. Tsu’tey burst through the flaps of the hut walking to the middle and lays you down on the soft bedding he made for the both of you.

Not bothering to tie the flaps shut he pulled off the hideous human clothing you wore since you refused to wear traditional na’vi clothing throwing it somewhere “Ma lor muntxa si, lumpe zene nga si oe keftxo?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he quickly pulled his tewng to the side letting his now hard cock out and positioned himself at your entrance before bottoming out in one hard thrust.

A high pitched scream left your lips, your hands reaching out to grab onto his arms “I..i’m sorry..”

“Kehe! nga new tsonta act na a pestu, nga kanom zettx na 'aw” he hisses pulling out till the tip was just inside then slams back in knocking the breath out your lungs.

He rutted into you at a hard and fast pace not caring for your cries or pleas for him to slow down. You were his no one else’s, his little mate, so why the hell would you let someone else flirt with you?

Fuck he loved how small you were compared to him, barely even reaching past his tewng, even now as he moved to lean over you your entire body seemed to be engulfed by his huge frame.

His back slowly arched as he moved to place his face into the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet scent. “Nga. lu. ktml” He growled in your ear as with each word he sent a harsh thrust making your eyes roll back.

The coil building up in your stomach finally snapped as you gushed all over his cock, the male above you groaned feeling your walls fluttering around him and felt his own climax approaching.

Moving one of your hands to his back you found his kuru gently tugging on it, that was more than enough to send Tsu’tey over the edge.

With a final snap of his hips the man stilled inside of you spilling his seed deep in your empty womb, letting go of his kuru you moved you hand to his cheek now.

“Oe lu ut ngamt ma sayrìp muntxa si” you said breathlessly, your mate chuckled softly “Tsìltsan 'eve, oe kawkrr new ne kame losx lefnelan 'ampi nga nìmun”

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar pandora #tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey x human reader #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #follow #tsu’tey avatar #tsu’tey smut

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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 8 months

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Finding purpose | Male OC (or male reader)

Chap 3

Pairings: Jake sully × Oc (friendship), Tsu'tey x Oc (friendship), Neytiri × Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Warnings: Mention of violence, mentions of death, use of drugs or alcohol, bad ways of coping mechanisms and obscene language.

Note: - This is not a request and it's the translation of the original story in wattpad. - My native language it's not English - The Oc's name is Eli Thompson.

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Like 3 cats mesmerized by seeing a laser dot on the wall, there were Norm, Jake and Eli, watching as they took out the huge bodies of the avatars and prepared them for the link.

"It's a bit crepey. Those things are alive." Eli confessed, rubbing a bump on his head that Jake had given him in the morning from waking him up with a water base on his face.

"In fact, they can't be said to be alive at all..." Norm said, letting the nerdy side of him come out. "Unless someone is connected the only thing they are able to display is-"

Norm froze at what he was saying, turning to see Eli with raised eyebrows at him. A clear expression that says. "That's not what I meant and I'm not interested in further explanation."

A little intimidated, Norm looked back at the avatars. "Of course." He muttered under his breath.

Jake shook his head, maintaining a slight smile. At least the scientist was starting to get used to them and their different behaviors. He just had to wait a little longer and they would too.

The heavy, demanding footsteps revealed that the person about to pass behind them was Dr. Grace.

"Come on, we’re loosing daylight." Ordered the woman without stopping to look at them.

Eli rolled his eyes in disgust. It was barely the second day and he was already annoyed with the woman. That was a new record.

With the men's attention finally on what was important, they moved around the lab to the MIND machines (direct neural interface machines).

"Norm, how much link time have you logged?" Grace asked, walking over to the nearest machine.

"About 520 hours."

Grace nodded in satisfaction. "That's good." When they got to the empty machines she pointed to the one next to her. "You’re in there." She instructed him, then turned to the soldiers, completely changing her countenance. "You. Come with me."

A few steps to the right were enough to reach another basic machine. "How long have you logged, Eli?" asked the woman without taking her eyes off the controls.

"Never. But they told me how it works."

The doctor finally turned around only to look at him with an expression that showed disbelief. Eli's nonchalant tone was driving her crazy. "You got to be kidding." The shake that Jake made with his head was the answer. She sighed heavily and turned back to the controls. "Lay down and don’t touch anything." She ordered heavily in her words.

As Eli sat at the machine Jake came rolling to poke at the gel from the edges. "It's cool." The marine expressed with a smile on his face, causing an equal expression in his best friend.

They couldn't deny that science could be interesting. The boring ones are the scientists.

Eli lay down on the machine and tugged at the collar of the shirt they had given him, somewhat dissatisfied. The three new avatar drivers had been dressed in the same clothes they used to put them in the cryogenic capsules, and they couldn't be more uncomfortable. The doc grabbed the first part of the cover, which consisted of a plastic mold with some electrodes, and put it on his torso.

Curiously, Eli raised his head to see what was covering him, but the woman's hand on his forehead pushed his head back down. "Head down." The soldier grumbled under his breath. He raised his hand to adjust the tight collar of his shirt again, but again, the woman stopped him. "Geez marine. Can't you hold still?"

Eli rolled his eyes at Jake's laugh as he kept looking at them.

In one quick move, when Dr. Grace was busy with the machine's controls, Eli reached up for his hand and gave Jake the middle finger. He lowered his hand when he heard a snort, he could only see the ceiling from his position, just in time before the doctor turned around. "Okay. Just relax and clear your mind. It shouldn't be too hard." She said, then lowered the last lid and turned to Jake, not seeing the middle finger that dried her as she turned her back on him.

The only one who noticed the action had been Jake, who turned to look away to avoid being seen laughing.

Eli was encapsulated in an almost completely dark space when the lid finally closed. It let out that significant sound that denoted that it had been pressure sealed. He felt the machine moving towards what from his point of view is above and he heard strange sounds, but he didn't feel that anything was really happening.

However, from the outside the scientists were aware of everything that was happening between his brain and the one they were going to connect to him.

"Link ready to load." Announced the scientist on the computer. Max, who was next to her, was looking attentively at the screen.

"Biometrics?" he asked without taking his eyes off the screen at the same time, more attentive to the brain of her avatar while she watched the human brain.

"Ideal and obtaining the first congruence."

Max nodded. "Good. Executing sequence on 2... Go." With just 2 movements of his fingers, he create a connection between two bodies that initially should have never been united.

"Activated" she announced, confirming that the process had started. "Phase-lock at 40%".

Max scrolled the computer image of his screen onto the tablet next to him and walked over to the window that connected to the avatar medical room.

"Phase-lock at 70%. 89%" he hears his partner announcing how fast the connection was forming.

Max, finally looking up from the tablet, turned his attention to the huge blue bodies. "Let's see what this beautiful brain can teach us." He mumbled, hearing Grace's voice giving Jake instructions in the background…or maybe it was a scolding. He couldn't know.

The soldier, now accustomed to the metallic sound of the machine, closed his eyes and cleared his mind as the doctor told him. He took a long, last breath that relaxed his body. Consequently, letting his mind finally travel through the new escape created by the scientists.

He felt strange, first he was uncomfortable with his clothes and trying to ignore the sound of the machine and the next his nose was disturbed by the pugnacious smell of disinfectant.

"He's in."

He heard someone's voice in the distance, as if he was underwater. He tried to open his eyes, closing them instantly as he felt irritation from the strong white lights in the place.

"Eli. Can you hear me?" he heard the voice again, but this time clearer. Identifying it as a man's. Undoubtedly young.

He opened his eyes again allowing himself to adjust to the light. The blurry images became clear from incomprehensible points until they reached a definition beyond what his human eyes had ever seen. With his third sense in sync, the soldier was able to notice two scientists above him.

"Can you hear me?"

This time he was able to identify that the voice was coming from the scientist to the right of him. He blinked a few times to finish getting used to his new eyes and mumbled. "Loud and clear doc."

The confirmation put a smile on both scientists. But even so, to make sure that everything was in order, the scientist to the right of him snapped his fingers in both pointed ears. He showed a satisfied expression seeing them respond to the sound. "Normal Pinna response." He told his partner.

The younger looking one of the two nodded as he took out a flashlight from his suit pocket. "Eli, could you look up?" He asked the soldier in his new body.

"Yeah." Eli whispered, accommodating his head on the stretcher, feeling the braid above his neck.

When the light from the flashlight hit his new yellow eyes it caused his pupils to shrink to almost nothing until the light passed into the next eyes, responding in kind. "Okay, everything looks in order. Could you follow my finger?" he asked again as he raised his finger in front of his eyes and moved it from side to side.

He smirked as his eyes followed the movement of his troubled finger. "Pupillary reflexes look good and he does not seem to have vision problems." He informs to his partner.

"Okay, what we'll do next will be simple routine procedures." The older scientist told him, looking Eli in the eye. His experience in the area was evident in his tone of voice. "Please sit down." He indicated taking a few steps back when the avatar raised his torso. "Be careful, you could get dizzy."

Eli made an "o" with his mouth as he sat down on the table. He knew that avatars were big, but he didn't imagine that he would feel that way. His grip on the edges of the stretcher tightened to keep from wobbling. "Wow, it seems like everything has shrunk." He exclaimed with a bare-fanged smile. Still surprised that his ears twitched at any movement in the room, especially towards the stretcher to his left where Norm was talking to his fellow scientists.

The young scientist smiled, fascinated to be so close to an avatar. This was the first time for him as much as it was for the soldier. The other scientist, on the other hand, smiled more calmly. He had already lived with the scientists in their avatar bodies for more than two years. But that didn't take away from how good it felt to welcome a newbie.

"It's normal for you to feel that. Your avatar is 2.89m tall. It's above average for the avatars height, but well within the average for Pandora natives."

'1.09 m makes quite a difference in perspective.' Eli thought, watching his hands open and close into fists.

"Don't worry, after the training exercises you will be so new that you will jump like rabbits did in the past". The older scientist said when he saw the soldier rotating his neck and arms to get used to feeling them.

"And if I prefer as a frog?" he joked, he just wanted to contradict him just for having some fun. But it was a pleasant surprise that widened his smile when the other scientist joined the game.

"Actually it would be more like a cat," he said, using an enthusiastic tone.

The experienced scientist rolled his eyes, but didn't take the smile off his face. "Okay Eli, please get your feet off this side of the bed and reach out to me with your hands." He ordered the avatar driver.

He was again pleased when the man followed in his orders. When he had been told that the one who would take over as driver would be a soldier, the poor scientist had expected someone with an ego for the heavens, a frown that would create wrinkles and a honestly shitty character, but it's a pleasant surprise.

"Like this?" asked the soldier as he raised his hands palm up.

"Yes, now please-" Eli's ears flicked before the heads of the three to the worried voices of the last few scientists he had only just realized were in the room.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw Jake, awake and trying to get up from the table. 'Oh no.'

"Uh wait. Sit down Jake"

"Jake, listen to me."

The scientists spoke with concern clear in more than just their voices. But it was obvious that a certain Marine wasn't paying attention. The only thing that had his attention at that moment was his new legs. Some that worked.

"It's okay… it's all good. I got this." Jake muttered. He placed his hand on one of the room's panes after avoiding leaning too far back.

The poor scientist behind Jake and the one helping Eli had to back off as the soldier's new tail flicked erratically, hitting them.

"Jake, Jake. I need you to sit down."

"Jake," Eli called, trying to get his attention, but to no avail.

Jake got enough balance to pull himself upright only to do a quick turn when he felt his tail touch his shoulder. A PAM, called everyone's attention. The inexperienced avatar's eyes widened when he started into other yellow ones just like his, but full of indignation. His best friend was holding his cheek with his palm and his eyebrows were raised. But the most interesting thing was his expression that clearly reflected what he thought. "Did you really just slapped me with your tail?"

Jake let out a laugh as he took a few steps to the side, out of the small space between the window and the stretcher. "This is amazing." He exclaimed with euphoria.

"Jake, for God's sake. Sit down at once." Eli said a little exasperated and worried about his friend.

But it was still useless. "Of course not. I've been sitting around for years- Enough already." Jake answered with difficulty having to use the wall as a support to avoid falling.

"Sedate. Sedate him." Shouted the scientist who saw Jake, to his partner. "Thousand milligrams of Supitocam."

Eli had to stop the electrode monitor that Jake was walking away from before he hit one of the scientists. "Jake be careful."

When the scientist had the syringe in her hands she turned around, ready to inject it, but instead she had to get out of the way of a large blue inexperienced body before he could run over her.

"Someone stop him." They hear Max's voice over all the commotion, but it was too late. Jake used the new strength of his Na'vi body to basically slam the first door he faced on his way outside.

Eli let out an exasperated growl at seeing no other option, unconsciously lowering his ears. He got out of bed with some difficulty, removing the electrodes with quick hands.

"Eli, Eli. Please sit down." I speak to the young scientist.

"I have to go get him before he gets hurt." Eli responded hastily as he jerked his hand away to remove an electrode that stuck to his finger. Beside him he could hear Norm trying to do the same and arguing with the scientists. Three $5 trillion dolar bodies escaping from the labs was not the best possible scenario or a safe one. Even less when the bodies measure almost 3 meters.

"Someone please stop the avatars!"

Ignoring the chaos that had been caused in seconds, Eli staggered toward the door. He used the stretcher and the wall for support when necessary, but luckily the more steps he took the more he got used to his new legs.

"JAKE!" Eli called his friend who kept walking away from him. "Oh my god." He exclaim having to hold on to the frame of the last door when tripping over his own foot. "JAKE!"

He took a metaphorical leap of faith by letting go and jogging on the blacktop of the basketball court in front of the lab.

"Excuse me." He quickly told the avatars that were playing before being interrupted by an escaping soldier.

The avatar driver with the ball in hand didn't seem upset at the situation, on the contrary, he raised his hand with a smile greeting him. "Hello."

As fast as he could and without falling, Eli returned the gesture.

Behind him, Norm and most of the scientists came out of the same door, but the only one who didn't stop when he saw how far the soldiers were already ahead of them, was Norm. "Hey. Wait for me." Shouted the scientist who stayed behind. "Jake, Eli, you have to get back. You can't run yet." Ironically, contrary to what he said, both soldiers displayed excellent control in their new bodies, allowing them to stretch out their legs and use them to their currently maximum capacity.

To his surprise and his relief, Eli gave up trying to stop Jake, going from running to jogging to walking. "Eli."

The avatar turned around at hearing his name, startled as he instantly reached out his arms to catch Norm's as his foot wobbled away from him. "Are you okay?" He ask him breathless, exercise and laughter cause that. He found it peculiarly funny how Norm resembled a child trying to take his first step on a trampoline, not to mention his tail was wagging from side to side erratically.

"Am I okay? You were the ones who ran away." He finally answered him by standing tall in front of the soldier.

"And you were the one who followed us." Eli replied, turning around and starting to walk. Amusingly, his own robe exposed his bottom and calmly billowing tail.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" with shaky steps Norm followed.

"To find an airhead. Are you coming?"

Without waiting another second Norm began to follow the avatar. For anyone who saw them from far it would be a curious scene. A scientist walking with a small step but as fast as he could behind a taller avatar that was now keeping a firm step.

Taking advantage of the fact that his back is to him, Norm gives him a dirty look when he almost stumbles again. He envied the ease with which someone who had 0 hours of training could adapt.

Instead, Eli was too busy admiring the surroundings to notice the scientist and the two left feet of his. It was the first time in his entire life that he saw so much green, so much nature around him that it purified the air that filled his new lungs. It’s refreshing. A word that made no sense on earth.

Finally, after walking a few more meters in Paradise, Eli saw the back of the idiot he had been following for a while. "Hey, Airhead"

Jake jumped in his place, turning to see his best friend with a smile full of juice from the fruit in his hand. He hadn't quite gotten used to the ability of the new Na'vi ears yet, and possibly he never would.

"Bro, you have to try this." Jake told him. Ignoring what he called him, he tossed the fruit to Eli who caught it with ease.

He looked at Jake then at the fruit with some uncertainty, but finally took a bite. His taste buds exploded with euphoria upon contact with the fruit juice.

Inadvertently his eyes widened and his ears perked up in delight.

"Damn," Eli exclaimed, earning a laugh from Jake.

"Hey, check this out." The soldiers turned to see Norm finally arriving with them. He spread his arms and began to pose like a bodybuilder. "I'm a Greek god. This is amazing-agh"

They both laughed when Norm ended up tripping over one of the roots in the garden, but it was funnier to see him get up and clean his robe as if nothing had happened.

"I'm fine. Nothing to see here."

Eli's ears twitched at an unfamiliar laugh. He turned around, surprised to see a woman in an avatar appearing from behind Jake.

"Hey Eli, you won't believe who she is." Jake expressed to his friend that he was still not taking his eyes off the woman, but to his surprise, his friend was good at recognizing human faces beneath Na'vi features.

But the astonishment of seeing the same doctor in such a fine and delicate body, with extravagantly undulating hips was not something he would recognize in the woman's human body, it was still hard for him to believe it possible. She not only looks good (in fact, she looked stunning but he would never accept it) but she also looks younger.

"Doc?" Jake raised his eyebrows at the quickness of the response.

Grace gave him a closed-lipped smile with some amusement. "Wow. Not so stupid after all."

Eli snorted and shook his head. Of course that would be the first thing she would say, it was no longer new.

"What are you waiting for standing there? The bodies have already been released, now we have to work on them." The doctor clapped her hands to get the three's attention and motioned for them to move on to the cabin. Herding them like a group of children.

Although it was not that far from reality. Just a few minutes ago you were taking your first steps in a new body.

The doctor snorted a laugh when she saw the naked and blue buts of the 3 adults.

'This will be interesting' thought the doctor.

A few hours and a lot of training later, all the RDA avatars were in the designated cabin preparing to sleep.

All in their pajamas and many even with towels drying their hair, they circled inside the wooden structure arranging their stations. Their every move was controlled to avoid hurting the human scientists walking among them.

Eli was crouched in the trunk at the foot of his bed going over what he had been assigned to use with the avatar and making a mental list of what he needed. He moved his neck and shoulders from time to time to release the tension in the muscles, generated by the day's training, trying to follow the routine that he uses as a human in a new body had not been the best of his ideas. But still he bet that without training his avatar body is still stronger than his human body.

"Hey, Eli. Look at this creepy thing."

"Mm?" Not paying to much attention, he turned around. He ended up leaning back when in front of his face were what looked like the tentacles of an octopus moving. "What the fuck is that?" Now with more distance he could see that the tentacles were at the end of Jake's braid.

"I don't know. But it seems like all the avatars have it." He answered without further explanation. He couldn't take his eyes off that thing.

Eli grabbed his own braid and lifted it up. He was astonished to see that, indeed, when the hair at the end of the braid fell, it left waving pink tentacles. "How creepy!"

"Very creepy." He answered him.

Grace rolled her eyes as she passed them, but she stopped in front of his bed and put her hands on her small waist. "Don't let those things get entwined between you."

Both avatars jumped in their place, turning to see the woman with ears perked up as if they were children found doing something they shouldn't.

"Why not?" Jake asked.

"Do you want to end up being married on Na'vi terms?" Both soldiers instantly leaned back, pulling as far away as they could with a disgusted expression. "I thought so." Without further ado she takes her way ordering the scientists. "Hurry everyone. Go to sleep kittens."

Jake and Eli exchanged a last couple of glances before continuing with what they were doing before that stupid incident.

Was that really possible?

Getting married to connect some braids did not seem to have any kind of consistency.

But they were on a hostile planet light-years from Earth, driving blue bodies and twice the size of what they're used to, so consistency didn't have much to do with it.

When the scientists were finally out, Grace closed the metal doors and locked them to make sure no animals could get in and harm the avatars while they were gone. She then headed over to the light panels. "Lights out." She said to herself as she turned off the light switches. "I'll see you at dinner kittens"

Even when the veil of darkness fell over them, many kept turning on the huge beds of their avatars. Especially Norm, Jake and Eli. They couldn't find a comfortable position where the tail or braid wouldn't get in the way.

But even between them, Jake, despite having found a sleeping position, still didn't close his eyes.

He turned to look to the side, finding the back of a scientist and looking at the other bed, there was Eli's avatar deeply unconscious. He had already logged out.

It wasn't that easy for him. He didn't want to return to a reality where he couldn't feel or move his legs, and doing the simple things of everyday life was difficult.

In the end, he closed the eyes of his avatar, ignoring the sounds of the unknown animals in the wild, and traveled in the newly formed bond to his body.

It was time to wake up.

#avatar fanfiction #avatar x male reader #jake sully x male reader #jake sully x reader #dom male reader #neytiri x reader #neytiri x male reader #tsu’tey x male reader #avatar x oc #avatar #x male!reader #x male reader #male reader

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truetogaia · 1 year

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jakes abs yum OMG HE IS SO??

genre: smut, 18+

pairing: soft!dom!Jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

notes: Jake brain rot so here is a oneshot where Jake takes out his stress on his poor mate who is so obedient and lets him fuck her dumb ♡

warnings: depiction of sex, mature and explicit themes, cock drunkenness, strong language, p in v, no protection, biting.

!Jake Sully masterlist!

Jake had come home from a hunt a few hours earlier, the expression on his face was grim and serious when he stepped through the opening of your home. Immediately, his lips were on yours, tongue eagerly pressing against your rich lips. His hands traveled down the sides of your body frantically, squeezing your hips and pulling you against his body. You could feel his bulge, straining against the fabric of his loincloth.

And now you were stuck under him. Jakes repeated thrusts to your squelching cunt made stars appear in front of your eyes. His hair stuck to his sweating forehead as he angled his hips to hit your g-spot, chuckling at your fucked out expression. He had you on your back, legs spread wide for him, arms tied together as he held them above your head.

Your eyes were in the back of your head, the bulbous tip of his cock hit your cervix every time he pumped his length into you. You managed to open your eyes to view his face. His brows were furrowed, fangs on display. He had been so stressed about the hunt ever since Tsu’tey had asked him to join his party, and when it didn’t go as planned on his part, he was furious. You felt the pent up rage and stress in the ruthless rolling of his hips against yours. But he was careful, not letting his gloomy mood interfere with the severity of his thrusts.

“That’s right, takin’ it so well fr me .” And you couldn’t do much else, the feeling of his cock stuffing and stretching your tight pussy made you dizzy. “Such a good, good girl, yeah?” He bent down to trail sloppy kisses down your burning neck, before biting at the sensitive skin around your collarbone.

Your pathetic mewls and whines fueled his need to make you cum first. He grabbed your thighs suddenly, hoisting them up on his broad shoulders to get a better angle, and view. Your tits bounced deliciously as he fucked himself deeper inside of your sopping cunt. He loved how obedient you were, how you so eagerly took everything he gave you with no questions.

A familiar, coiling tension started building in your abdomen, and Jake could sense it by the way your gummy walls tightened so pleasantly around his aching cock. He moved one of his hands to play with your neglected clit, feverishly rubbing his thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves.

“You wanna cum, baby?” You nodded eagerly, pussy throbbing at his words, head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. Usually, he would edge you until he deemed your behavior worthy of that sweet release, but now he felt his own orgasm coming on at the sight of your beautiful features contorting in pure bliss and pleasure. “Then cum for me, yeah?”

The new position made it easier for Jake to increase the tempo of his thrusts, they soon grew frantic and desperate as he chased his own high. The knot of arousal in your stomach snapped and slick gushed from your drenched cunt. Your walls spasmed and clamped down on his length and Jake’s breathy moans came to a halt as he came inside of you.

“There you go baby.” You felt him pull out and caress your jaw before planting a soft kiss to your swollen lips. Slumber took over your mind, your body exhausted by the weight of your crashing, heavy orgasm. “My sweet girl.”

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asimpwithfreetime · 1 year

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3 am smutty headcanons my brain just cooks up for me:

Mature themes, dirty talking, smut but in headcanons, fem reader, if you are a minor or feel uncomfortable with any of this, please don’t interact.

Characters: Tsu’tey, Quaritch, Grace, Jake Sully, Ronal and Norm

NSFW under the cut

Tsu’tey, to everyone’s surprise, is an avid pussy eater, he loves to give you so much pleasure that you are just overstimulated to the max. He enjoys being so much in control with such little actions.

Both human and recom Quaritch is a full degrader, he loves to be so much in charge that it doesn’t matter what ridiculous and humiliating names he calls you, you are still doing whatever he wants.

Grace loves to be a soft dom and guide you through the journey while bringing the best orgasms out of you.

Jake is definitely a voyeur, so mesmerized by Na’vi bodies that he would let you get fucked senseless by someone else (Specially if that someone else is Neytiri) while he strokes his cock.

Ronal loves to be in charge the whole time, but she likes to be a brat tamer. She is a Tsa’hìk so probably she does a lot of foreplay with different plants or any other substance that gives tingling sensations on your and her pussy.

Norm enjoys being dominated. Specially by women. As a human he is a whiner and submissive. In his avatar body he purrs and probably is brattier due to his given strength and height. He gets overstimulated easily.

#avatar ( james cameron )#avatar #avatar headcanons #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully smut #tsu’tey #tsu’tey smut #jake sully #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #norm spellman #avatar norm #norm spellman smut #quaritch smut #avatar ronal #ronal smut #grace augustine #grace Augustine smut

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yawntu · 1 year

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The Times We Win

A/N: There’s not enough out there for the literal sexiest man in the whole franchise. Do I have to do everything myself? DO I? Second person pov isn’t my cup of tea but he deserves sm more hype. You’re work with Mo’at as a shamans apprentice or something and he admires you a lot but you act all tough because of it. Also i’m delusional and in my silly little mind he’s alive him and Jake are buddies even if he doesn’t like admitting it <333333333333 I know this man aggressively spoils the people in his life u can’t tell me you would not be a queen in his presence. Vague mention of bestie Jake Sully who has made you a definition of a gremlin.

pairing(s): Tsu’Tey te Rongloa Atey’itan x Fem!Reader

word count: 6k

warnings: NSFW MDNI, I am going to an unimaginable hell. Overstim, Sub/dom aspects, Unprotected (be safe y’all), Established Relationship, Oral (fem!receiving), Fingering, P in V, Praise / degradation, Usually soft ish dom Tsu’tey turned a little mean has my heat, He just wants you to not act like a hooligan and behave you’re better then that, He’s going to torture you and tease you a little bit tho, Tsu’Tey is obsessed with you, Slight non/con if you squint, Saw someone do queue stuff and had to commit to it, Squirting, Breeding, Vague waterworks if you squint, Slight dacryphilla, Impact play, He’s a little mean in this one but, Slightest hint of Daddy kink at the end but he can’t help wanting you full of his kids <3, if you notice anything else pls lmk, we were both cringing writing this /jk

na’vi glossary: kelku- home, tswin/kuru- queue, yawntutsyìp: darling, Nga yawne lu oer - I love you, paskalin: honey, yawntu: beloved, sempu : daddy

A lot of things no longer made sense to Tsu’tey. He had spent a majority of his teenage years with the sole focus of being Ole’eytkan, and defeating the twatute. All he was was a warrior, always ready to fight. After a series of events outside of his control he lost his first love, reigned as Ol’eytkan briefly and then willingly gave the honor to the uniltìrantokx. Granted he had accepted the man as a brother and even sided with him when his parents had done the unthinkable- that did not mean that the way his life turned out did not often confuse him.

So all he could do was preoccupy himself with you. Your soft thighs are thrown over his own, a stark contrast between soft and ridged. He could not help but tense his outstretched legs under the weight of your straddle. For his intimidating stature, Tsu’tey’s fingertips are lithe against the cerulean skin of your back. Your arms are thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders that have started purpling due to being out under the sun daily. You twirl the loose hair at the end of his braids, occasionally caressing the stubble on the side of his head.

You had been perched on his legs like this for what could have only been an hour. Tongues sloppily slotting against each other, teeth clicking ever so slightly on occasion. Kissing him has left you dizzy every single time despite how long you have found a home in each other. Seeing the normally coy and aloof man so passionately present sent jitters up your spine right to the base of your pleasantly throbbing kuru.

He had finally given you a scintilla of what you desired when his thumbs gently grazed the swell of your breasts. He doesn’t miss the way your body jolts up in his lap, or the way your ears draw forward, tensing your forehead that rests against his own. Finally drawn out of your distracted kiss hazed day dream, and once again fully focused on him. Twitchy like a yerik before he’d impale it with an arrow.

You had to nearly whine to get him to toy with your breasts- drop your body weight down into him and give him little choice but to entertain you. Letting your weight push the fat of your breast into his empty hands. One large hand massages your breast while the other reaches behind you to untie the intricate halter of your jewel beaded top.

You try desperately to pull back- to watch his fingers finally twiddle with the soft azure of your right nipple, yet he’d catch you in another kiss not long after you pulled away. Not allowing you to watch the powerful and rugged hands- that had no doubt done the most of the work in bringing home the talioang that had just fed the village- smoothly rub against your nipple. His right hand finds your stomach, palming the warmth. It made his tail flick, knowing he provided for you. He didn’t so much care for filling the stomachs of the rest of the village- no, he was far more interested in what else he could fill yours with.

How can he think of anything else when you are practically trembling on his lap. Sighing into his mouth as his calloused hands slid past your svelte waist to grip a handful of the hips he loved so dearly, hands embarrassingly growing clammy at the feeling of the skin bunching between his fingers.

“‘Su’tey…”

How can he think straight when you slur over his name? When your tail is flicking so pretty between his legs, the tuft of whipsy hair tickling his calf. It is too hot out for you to add this much heat to the atmosphere of the home you built together.

“Are you alright, sevin?”

You had not moved back from where your lips were ghosting each other, so he was privileged with feeling the apples of your full cheeks rising at the compliment.

“Oh? I’m pretty now? What happened to being a skxawng?”

Ahhh. That’s right. He remembered now. How displeased he was with you. You were a skxawng. An absolute fucking moron. He had to restrain himself when his large palm cradles the back of your head, wrapping around your kuru, pulling you back softly so your eyes are trained up at the ceiling of your tent, tsmisnrr illuminating your soft features. He feels the sharp angle of your nails grace down the braid of his own kuru, finally releasing some of the deep rooted tension at the base of his skull. The seconds of bliss do not halt the attitude laced quip from falling from his lips,

“Why do you always have to ruin everything. I forgot you were a vonvä,”

His hiss barely falls past his subulated teeth. And now that your head is trained back he can finally run his nose down the nape of your neck. You can’t even say that he’s kissing it. His mouth is no longer dry and leaves a messy trail of his saliva all over your pulse. Maybe he was right. You were always a dick head. No discipline. Just a mischievous little fuck that he prayed would stay out of trouble while he was out providing for you. Yet you never did. Could he blame you? Your world was peaceful now, almost too peaceful. After growing up war torn he was sure you felt every bit of anxious energy he still felt himself. Unlike you however he had an outlet in hunting. Though you serviced the village well, and were adored by many, your work did not give you an outlet to release all of that turbulent energy. So you found yourself meddling. Your quips were usually funny, and you amused him, but he was aware that you knew how to get under peoples skin. Even worse- you thought it was funny.

He was grateful for Jake, really they were the best of friends now. Though Tsu’tey would never admit it he had finally found comfort in feeling like a younger brother, he genuinely enjoyed the time they spent together. However, Jake encouraged your bad behavior. Teaching you English curses, or how to flip the middle finger at argumentative Na’vi while you were meant to be helping them. He supposes if you were just a forager or cook then perhaps he could excuse the attitude you walked around with. You worked under Mo’at though, not just as a healer, but to be a shaman. A holy woman. Despite a respectable title you had fucking punched a man. Salt to the earth, you had flipped him off after. You were small for your kind, an incapable (unwilling; you’re compassionate you’d tell him) of killing a bug kind of girl training to be a peaceful shaman, and yet you were hitting men. To prove a point; to win whatever overblown argument you had decided you’d be the winner of. Hitting men when he wasn’t there to save you from the recoil.

He owes Ki’ani for defusing the situation in his absence (which was an extra annoyance to him as one of his students had filled the role he was meant for). All for you to sit on his lap, giggling that he called you an asshole. Utterly bemused that he of all people would be grumpy over a brawl.

“Ah, I remember why I don’t hang out with you hunters. Vulgar hooligans. And i’m meant to be better than that,”

There was an air of superiority in your voice that he thought didn’t suit what he was about to make of you. The snooty little angle of your head to the side, smirked lip caught on your sharp teeth. You only acted so tough around the village because you knew he would get you out of any predicament you had managed to get into during the hours he was away. Relinquishing his Olo'eyktan duties after surviving the war meant the only dedication left in his heart was you. It has spoiled you really, and it was all his fault.

“You don’t hang out with hunters ‘cause the only thing you know how to do right is irritate me,”

He loosens the grip on your kuru, sliding his hands down your shoulders and ribs once more so he could squish your full breasts together, allowing him to finally run the moistened muscle of his tongue across the swell of your right breast. He had not realized how wet his mouth had grown until his teeth began to graze the flesh.

He knows you are mad above him. Irritated that he had sat stoically though dinner in a silent rage just to have you follow him home to be teased for what you believed was far too long. Undoubtedly, even more irritated now that he had just called you annoying. Your hips jut forward when he runs his teeth over your purpling nipple though you are unable to slide up his extended legs due to the grip he held on your breasts. He smiles against them- amused that you had become so worked up that your chest was beginning to flush. If he wasn’t so irate he’d have spent more time kissing the blush that crept across your chest.

“You seem very friendly for someone who’s vexed by my existence,”

You still have that stupid tone of ascendancy to your voice, and it works at pulling him out of his lustful haze. Your eyes trailed down to your saliva covered breasts that he has occupied himself with sucking soft bruises on. He knows what you’re doing. Being annoying on purpose so he gives in and pays attention to you.

He hasn’t meant to neglect you. Eywa knows he would never want anything less. He had responsibilities though. The warmest season would end sooner rather than later, and Tsu’tey was far too busy helping prepare- which meant you would have been in the village without him to keep that big brain of yours occupied. He doesn’t acknowledge your quip, and you quickly realize it’s to punish you. He does not like the tone of your voice, and he wouldn’t entertain the impish attempt to continue to rile him up, instead he’d continue to lick and kiss at your assaulted chest.

But you always poked the palulukan, even before he had claimed you. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when your hips wriggled forward again in an attempt to flush against his, arching your back to slide to your goal. You’re embarrassed by the feeling of the moistened fabric finally making contact with him, but you are shameless at the feeling of slotting up against him. You try to look down, to see where you meet but his torso and head, that had slid up to the crook of your neck as you moved forward kept you from gazing upon where he stood at attention for you. You could feel the speared tip that has grown past the confines of his tweng, leaking violently against his stomach now that your own body pushed against it.

His resolve breaks only momentarily as his face falls to hide in your neck as his eyebrows furrow. He had to leave sloppy open mouthed kisses on your mandible to distract himself from purring at the contact of your heat. It felt like ages ago he made you sit on his lap. Plants are now glowing outside, and your body is beginning to clam up and tremble. You are embarrassed when your nails dig into his shoulders as leverage to try and grind yourself forward. Anything to end this impasse with your imposing mate, the weight of his presence right next to your deprived cunt sending you into a haze of mania-inducing desire.

He knows he’s cruel when his hand wraps around the base of your tail, pulling you backwards off of him, the round of your ass once again finding their perch above his knees. He almost feels bad when your eyes are wide and watery, staring at him in disbelief.

“Baby please, this is cruel,”

He snorts at the term of endearment. He hadn’t been called a baby since he was one. No one would dare call him such a name- yet here you were. He could tell you were indignant, but you still found it in your heart to speak softly to him. He can only smile up at you, fangs poking into the pout of his bottom lip; it’s a patronizing hint of a smirk that makes a whining hiss fall from your kiss swollen lips. You feel the pad of his thumb caress the puckered ring under your tail, sliding under the thong of your tweng as a response.

“Why should I touch that cute cunt of yours, huh?”

He whispers against your lips, kissing you quickly and softly. Your ears pull back against your head, and your tail wraps across his calf, the end thudding against him rhythmically. Your stomach flutters at his words, partially because he had been too quiet up until this point.

“Tsu’tey- you’re being mean to me,”

You whine like a petulant child, nose crinkling and fangs baring ever so slightly. Like a cornered animal caught in a carefully laid trap he can see you weigh your options- trying to figure out what you can do to break him. To win.

“You are mean to me,” his answer isn’t a quip like yours was, there’s an aftershock of a scold in his voice. You can’t help but break your gaze.

In response to your sudden shyness he releases your tail and begins to roll the spheres of your ass in slow circles while slowly squishing them together then pulling them back apart. His nimble fingers would slide under the waist of your tweng to pull it up, snagging it against the thin sensitive skin under your tail, and wedging the delicate woven linen between the lips of your pussy. He relishes in the sloppy sound of your lips plopping together against his intrusions and you’re whimpering breaths.

“All day I go out and take care of all the things you need, and all you do to repay me is get yourself into trouble.”

You are embarrassed that he is scolding you while you’re dripping onto his lap, and you thank Eywa most of the village is still preoccupied with eating and festivities as to not hear the reprimand in your mates horsed yet honeyed voice from the inside of your home. You could have gotten a little rowdy, but you do nothing in comparison to the trouble he and his friends could occasionally get into. You can’t bring yourself to argue your case though. All you can do is look up at his sulfuric eyes, your own gaze knitted together in embarrassment. You finally were at a loss for words, and found it hard to look into his sharp eyes- slitted down at you, almost disappointed. But you know this is what he wants. You try fixing your gaze at the crinkle of his nose but you can’t help but fall on his plump lips. You realize you have to speak before he can tease you for your piteous attempts.

“I said I was sorry before dinner,”

It’s pathetic when you plead for him, and he’s so glad no one can hear it from the safety of your own kelku. No one else deserves to hear this side of you. Only he gets to hear your pleas reverberate off the walls just to bounce back to his ears.

“That was nice of you,” you finally breathe a sigh of relief thinking he’ll give in, lay you on your back and drill into you at speeds only the best warrior in the clan could achieve, “I do not forgive you,”

Your stomach drops at his words, yet there’s a quip in his voice that puts your aching heart at ease- at least he’s not actually upset with you. Not really. Just half upset. Just upset enough to make your night long. He can tell you were worried he was truly mad at you for a second, afraid you had fallen from grace in his eyes. So he quickly lays a chase kiss to the crown of your head, running his thumbs under your waterline. He finally looks down to see the reflection of the slick you have left across his muscular thighs, and admires the dark front of his tweng. He didn’t care about anything that went on outside of your chambers. The only thing that was real to Tsu’tey is how wet his pussy gets for him.

The sob that falls from your lips and the pleading “baby please” that falls from your lips as his hand dances to your kuru again makes him chuckle. You were the baby, useless and needy and loud. So loud. Especially loud when his hand once again wrapped around it, guiding you down so your pudgy round cheek fell flush against the woven matt of your bed. You laid across his lap now, stomach flat against his legs while he held your face to the floor. It strains your eyeballs to glance sideways to look up at him, the throbbing of your eye sockets the first round of pain you’d feel tonight.

“Tsu’tey please, I said I was sorry. I mean it,” your tail flicks as your bare nipples rub against the fibers of the mat.

You were flushed over the feeling of the position you were in. Yet you could only be thankful for the breeze that entered your home. The dry breeze is no doubt an indication of a coming storm but you didn’t care. Now that you were on the floor however, you could finally begin to cool off. You liked to think you were smarter than Tsu’tey (and he usually let you believe this wildly inaccurate statement) but you would accept he was smarter in this moment as he had the foresight to leave a small sliver of the tented flap open. Thankfully the breeze it let in had kept the floor cold despite the heavy haze of summer heat and arousal clinging to the air of your home.

Your salvation is short-lived when his fingers dance across the braid of your kuru. He’s pushed the long terraces of your half loose hair above your head to expose your upper back and neck, and you’re sure you looked like a wildly unkempt beast out of the forest he spent his days in. He runs his hand down the braid to the fluffy end which makes you huff against the floor, balling your fist over your face. He tuts when your tail wraps around the hand that’s holding the now exposed nerves above you, keeping him from moving his hand (and in conjunction the exposed tswin tendrils) freely.

“C’mon, do not start that,”

He still has to be patient with you. You’re not ready for him to use you the way he wants yet. And he can see your wet clumpy eyelashes and it can’t help the pinch at his heart. He watches the tip of your tail tremble, but you don’t move quick enough for his liking. He hates to force your hand but you were so bullheaded that sometimes you just needed a nudge in the right direction. So he hunches forward over you, face meeting his hand to lay a soft kiss at the exposed nerves.

You all but howl at this, and he watches your legs clench and tremble over his lap. His tail is wagging rhythmically behind him and had he not been torturing you already you’d have called him out for his lack of bodily control (and his tails assault against your already perfectly fluffed nice pillows).

He had found success in his silent intentions however. You weren’t tense now at least. Finally enjoying the feeling of the tendrils grazing over his tongue, and you even sat well behaved in his lap while he untied the knot of your twang, letting the cold breeze finally touch your bare cunt. It only increased the hot ache between your legs, and added to the embarrassing drip from between your legs- but you couldn’t be bothered to focus too long on it because at least he was finally touching you in some way.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” you cry to him as you feel a palm grip the pliant skin of your ass spreading you apart.

Perhaps he’d think you were endearing and let you off of the hook like he often did. Yet with your tail wrapped around the hand holding your kuru up to his mouth there was nothing stopping him from staring down at your swollen pussy, and it only spurs him on more. He knows he’s being terribly mean to you but he also knows that you enjoy it. Despite your drawn back ears and furrowed brows your cheeks are still pulled up into a grin.

He huffs at the sight and you can feel it shoot across your skull at the cool contact with your wildling flowing tendrils. It was a welcome distraction once his left hand rises and falls against your ass. You finally release your tails grip on his other hand, letting it fall limp against his torso.

“I’m sorry. Please-“ you don’t even get to finish before there’s another sharp slap to your other cheek. It’s hard to feel any of the pain when he’s tongue fucking your nervous system however, and he knows this.

“I know what you want, yawntutsyìp. You’ll get it when I am finished,”

You try to focus on the wall of your home while his palm spanks down against you. Try to focus on the feeling of his dripping cock against your tummy in embarrassment while he mumbles something about how if you liked hitting people you could take it back. You couldn’t help but strain your eyes to glimpse at him. His stupid little smile while the tendrils of your tswin dance across the area surrounding his lips, desperately looking for his to connect to. You want to bite the stupid smirk off of his face for torturing you like this but the sight of his slightly cocked head and his hooded eyes trained directly on you invoke mercy in your tortured little heart. After a final stinging slap to your wet folds he becomes more interested in soothingly gripping your ass. You huff slightly each time he would trail his fingertips across your folds haphazardly, knowing that anything louder would have resulted in another smack.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” he finally whispers back.

It’s silent enough that you can hear the strain in his voice. You never understood how he held such great equanimity in these situations- especially when you could hear the desperation in his voice- see it in his eyes. Though you’re wet, frustrated and becoming increasingly aware of the sting on the skin of your ass you could fall asleep with him right now. Comforted by the fact that someone had not only known you, but loved you so intensely. And with the way he was so softly caressing your folds you couldn’t help but feel soothed in his lap. At least that’s what you thought until he taps his fingers against your cunt again, the dull pop echoing in the silent room.

“Tey,” you bark, eyes shooting open, jolting slightly, “you’re going to kill me,”

“Never,” he bends rather uncomfortably to kiss your spine, “C’mon paskalin, spin ‘round for me,”

His hand did not leave your kuru, not since he had grabbed its end. You surprisingly have a fight left in you; enough at least to make a coquettish show of sitting up on your knees for him, and sitting yourself between his legs. You are finally faced with the state of your mate, and your tweng that he was now tossing away from your nest of linen and pillows neither of you had made when you left this morning.

You can’t help but cringe at the state he has put you in- he’s still clothed and you’re naked, and you’ve left a mess on him despite barely being touched. How could you be so absolutely absorbed in him? You should have chosen someone less attractive. Or someone who didn’t kiss you as sweetly as he did, so sweetly that you can sit back on the heels of your feet and the warmth of your stinging bottom didn’t bother you. Instead your thumbs run over his handsome strong cheeks, grinning at him.

“Are you alright?”

You don’t get to answer because he spins you around forcing you to crane your body to continue looking at him. He sounds as sweet as he kisses you. He’s so sincere in his asking that the “Find out,” that falls from your lips sounds mean in comparison. It’s not your fault you’re snippy, to think he’s left you unconnected to him since the early hours of the morning is criminal.

Tsu’tey is never forceful with you, he doesn’t need to use force. Eywa knows with his 9’2 form and dangerous muscles he could push you forward into an arch. Yet, Tsu’tey had a natural air of authority that left you winded. It didn’t matter how stubborn you felt, when he looked down at you and began guiding you gently with his hand that was it- with a fluttery stomach you would do it.

He would love you even if you were the hissing spoiled monster you would pretend to be. But he can’t help the fact that he loves you the most when you behave for him. The pretty show you made of laying down for him and grant him the bliss of being face to face with your sloppy, pretty pussy was surely the best behaved you had been all day so he ought to tell you-

“That’s my good girl,” he finally connects your tswin to his with no warning. Finally the cool rush shoots up your skull, casting over your face in a tantalizing buzz. For a split second the air in your nose wasn’t yours, and the throbbing across your skin did not belong to you.

He pulls your arch back by your tail, laying a chase kiss on your folds, the cruel overstimulation of an almost simultaneous assault on the most sensitive parts of your exhausted body. At least he’s merciful to not pick on you for the groan that escapes your lips. It’s almost unbecoming of you, guttural and feral. It’s quickly replaced with a squeal when he begins to lick up your folds. You can only press your cheek to his calf, and clutch your fingers around his leg while he assaults your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck,”

He learned the word from Jake, and said it entirely too much now. Practically mumbling curses as he shoves his face impossibly deep into you. If you didn’t feel moist and sticky before it’s only accumulating at an alarming pace now. Tsu’tey is sloppy with it, unlike everything he does Tsu’tey can’t keep that composer once he’s actually face to face with his pussy. He enjoys fucking his spit into you with the pointed end of his tongue until it twitches and you start to drip back out into his mouth. He can’t stop himself from angling your hips with one of his large hands, while the other hikes you up higher by the tail which gives him the luxury of wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, wanting to swallow as much of the yovu sweetness of your cunt as you’d allow him to.

You can’t say you feel bad for the mess you leave anymore, not when you can’t even bring yourself to moan about how good you feel. And your dazed heavy breathing wasn’t enough sound for Tsu’tey. You had made his day long, he was going to make your night longer. Unbearably long like the pointer and middle finger that slides into your silk folds with no resistance. He figured he could have used all three and you wouldn’t have complained too much, and now that he himself can feel the dull thud of his fingertips against the spongy wall of your cunt he wouldn’t stop. He moves so quickly, embarrassingly so as he can feel what you’re feeling, he knows how to ruin you and you can no longer hide your lack of resolve.

“‘Tey I wanna cum,”

Your voice is cracking as you huff out, biting into his calf whilst he speeds his intrusion up. What an embarrassing position. If anyone walked into the door of your home the first sight they’d be greeted with would be Tsu’tey sitting straight up against the walls that met the corner of your comfort ridden bed, legs lazily outspread caging you on your stomach, back arched right in front of his face while he watched your sloppy cunt take his fingers, often leaning down to lick, suck, and kiss wherever he can.

“Ya?” He finally removes his mouth from you, still pistoling his two fingers at speeds you thought were sacrilegious, “You wanna cum on my face?”

It’s embarrassing when you squeal, even more embarrassing when his third finger finally slides in. Between yanking you back by your tail onto his assaulting fingers, and the heavy panting of his breath fanning across your swollen lips you can’t help but orgasm. Hips jutting forward and ruining your rhythm. An act which should have annoyed him further, however, when his pretty lady is nice enough to squirt all over his face he can’t help the love sick moan that rips through his chest,

“Ya that’s my baby, all you’re good for,”

It leaves his mouth as his fingers start to slow down, you weren’t even holding yourself up anymore, chest pressed firmly into the floor while he held your hips in the air. Too busy breathing as your heart skips in your chest to hold your own body weight. There is still embarrassingly loud and slopping wet noises coming from you as his fingers had never stopped slowly finger fucking you.

By the lack of any discernible sound around your expertly woven home you knew others had heard you at some point and decided to avoid the area around your home all together. You couldn’t give your mate anything in all of Pandora that could get him to care.

You reach your soft hand between your legs to grab at his wrist, digging your nails into him and he can’t help the twitch of his cock at the sting. He sharply scissors the two fingers that now preoccupied themselves in slowly keeping you stretched open as he preoccupied himself with the sight of you.

“Stop- stop looking- you’re embarrassing,”

“Ya you should be embarrassed, you should see the mess you have made,”

You can hear the smile in his voice and you can’t stop the mewl that falls from your lips at the way he teases you. You don’t need to see the mess to know it’s there, the back of your legs are uncomfortably wet, and your leaking cunt is throbbing. You know he watched everything you had to show him greedily. That everytime you connect to him for the next week you’ll get the view of you squirting for him pushed to the front of your mind as if it was your own memory.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, only for him to lay a chaste kiss to you one more time, you can feel the smile on his face.

He knows neither of you mean this, it’s almost silly that you both put on this charade. He still thinks it’s cute you are at least still polite enough to apologize. It doesn’t save you from the quick grab of your leg and hip. It’s surprising how gently you land on your back, considering the speed he flips you over at. You don’t yelp because it hurts, but because it startles you. One second you were looking at the wall, the next you’re on your back, gazing up to meet the exhilarated eyes of Tsu’tey. And now that you can see him without straining your eye sockets you want nothing more than to cum again.

You’re sprawled out on your back, and he is above you perched up on his knees now- looming over you as if he had just shot an arrow into you- as if he was your last shadow. You can’t help but clench around nothing, missing the stretch of his fingers so terribly at this moment. Fingers that are now untying the far thicker fabric of his tweng. Not that it’s hiding much of anything at this point. He’d grown past it, tip flushed indigo and leaking violently. It looks like he had probably came once already without you noticing, had he really made you that oblivious?

He falls forward on his hands once he’s done, and your eyes snap up to meet his. He lacks his usual authoritative aura in this moment, his pupils dopey and wide as his form engulfs you. If feral was an unbecoming look on you, Tsu’teys wide lovesick eyes was unbecoming for him. He’d lie and blame it on your neurolink- he’s only a love drunk fool this way- but he more often than not felt this way. You in some mystical way had bewitched him in his entirety. He doesn’t kiss you, opting to rub his face into the crook of your neck, to feel you.

“You’re not sorry, this is what you wanted,”

His smile is huge against you. You can feel his cut cheekbones rising as you try to peek between your forms. You don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing him above you. You can’t help but tense at the sight of him. He hates himself when your jolt of genuine panic shoots down his own spine and his cock twitches. After all of this time he still intimidated you. How could he not? At nine foot two, it was fair to assume Tsu’tey’s cock was nothing if not admirable. He had been a talking point amongst women on many occasions, you and your friends had surely spoken about the older boy before you had mated. You knew however that any girlish gossip had been an understatement. His ears twitch forward as his props himself back up slightly,

“No answer for me, huh? Jus’ going to stare dumb at my cock?”

He spoke too regally for the nasty words that fell out of his mouth. He’s quick to kiss the pouty lips you give him as your eyes slit and your brow furrows, you’re small “Shut up,” only fuel to edge him on. It’s cute; you’re already spent by him. You of all people don’t have a quip of an answer for him. You barely even complain when his right palm meets behind your knee, sliding your leg over his shoulder as he posture’s up on his knees slightly. You start to sit up on your elbows when you feel the dull- plap, plap, plap- of him smacking the tip of himself against your clit. You watch his body jolt along with you as he could feel how his intrusion made you feel and though the pleasurable stinging of the intrusion subdued you, it seemed to only spur Tsu’tey on more.

Your body moves without you really thinking, trying to slide yourself backwards, further away from the man and the puddle you’ve been laying in. A desperate attempt to keep his hips away from yours.

“Nuh- uh,” he’s quick to sush you, grabbing your fleshy hips and dragging your weeping cunt back towards him, “Why are you running away from your cock, huh?”

He’s rubbing himself between your folds, catching on your still swollen clit and relishing in the feeling of your muscles spasming. The liquid that escapes doesn’t bother you anymore, but you watch it begin to coat his lower stomach. Skin sticking uncomfortably.

“It doesn’t fit,” you’re dramatic, and he’s sure to remind you.

“It fits every time,” He finally snags the hole, and feels the coil of your stomach tighten in his own. So pleased with your reaction he can’t stop his moan. Finally what he’s wanted all fucking day.

“I’ll make it fit, shh, there you go yawntu,”

He is large enough that he can sit on his knees, one hand next to your head, supporting his weight while he hunches over you. He could have been mean and made you suffer through a tight and slow stretch, or he could mess with you one final time. Could he really waste such a slick state? No. Not when his pretty pussy was begging for the weight of him. You all but scream at the quick trust of his full-lengthen intrusion, and he can’t help but whine at the feeling of finally being seethed inside of his mate, as well as enduring the delicious feelings you were. He was confident you didn’t even acknowledge the neurolink at this time, too busy stupid over how good he’s made you feel.

“Tsu’tey,” and you're grasping at the bottom of his own stomach, pushing your palms into him as he slowly pulls out, pushing back in as far as your hands would allow him.

There’s already a milky ring accumulating at his base and he’s barely moved. He does not thrust haphazardly, yet the control he possesses is finite. You can feel him bubbling on the edge of ferocity as the muscles of his lower stomach twitch under your fingertips. He is not a man that blushes often but the sight of your watery, wide, and ever so wondrous eyes has his neck and chest flushing deeply as well. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his ears so purple.

“Oh fuck! Eywa!” The kick up of pace has you forgetting your previous adoration, too distracted with his face to notice he had propped himself up on the balls of his feet as to better his angle.

Though you couldn’t deny the ache in your cunt at the weight of his girth or the tightening of your stomach due to another impending orgasm it couldn’t be something you focused on. This wasn’t really painful. Pressure perhaps- but none of that mattered over the electrifying buzz that had begun to grow so intense that your lungs felt locked.

Are you filthy for watching the assault on your cunt as he grabs your right thigh with a huff, forcing your leg to slot comfortably on his shoulder? Now that you had one leg hitched over his broad shoulders you both had an unimpeded view of his cock disappearing into you only to bulge the skin above your pelvis at the force of his obtrusion. Once he moves his weight off of his freed hand to meet your clitoris you can’t help but relax deeper into his thrusts.

The spray of liquid that follows and shoots up covering your reddening chests enunciated the slapping sound echoing between your bodies. You weren’t even sure if you were cumming anymore or your overstimulated cunt was just releasing everything it could for him,

“See baby. Always take care of you,”

His face is rubbing against yours, as he reaches down to hold your tsaheylu. Running his thumb across where the two braids meet. He relishes in the feeling as one of your hands grab at his head, gripping the braids of his hair while he drilled into you.

“Y-you’re so good. Tsu-“ You cut yourself off at his words in regards to running your own fingers over your abused clit-

“Did you ask to touch my pussy?”

Though there’s a snarl in the voice of the man whose face is mushed up against yours his thrusts become more powerful.

“Tsu’tey please- for Ewyas sake you’ve made your point,” the squeal is in your throat as you continue to rub- he never stopped you and you had never implored self control before, this is not the time to start.

“Please, I want to cum on your cock so bad,”

You finally look into his blown out eyes now. There’s barely any yellow to be seen. Just the messy appearance of your reflection in his huge pupils. You can feel something snap in him as you suddenly feel both of your legs get pinned down against your torso. It almost knocks the wind out of you, the feeling of being moved so suddenly. Folded in such a demanding way and then your guts getting drilled into by the man above you. Of course your hand doesn’t falter though- he had been treating you like a whore he should expect you to act like one.

“Look how fucking wet you are,” He starts, it’s a dangerous whisper, “You’re gonna make another mess for Sempu?”

It’s embarrassing. The fact that the only words to leave your mouth after his vulgarities are a very pretty “Oh Eywa,” followed by your doey eyes rolling into the back of your pretty head. Daddy. You had called him it before but something about his blown out eyes locked onto your own as if he can see nothing else but you, letting the title fall off his own swollen lips had you reeling, hips trying to jerk under his assault, hand jerking messy, tight, circles on your own clit.

You don’t even know if you squirt this time, too busy alternating between clenching though your orgasm and pushing down, listening to his guttural moaning in your ear as he once again hunches down over you a little more.

“Fuck, please ‘s too much. Sempu please, w-want you-” You don’t even know what you want. You’re too busy spasming on his cock.

Praying maybe he’ll pop out for a second so you can catch your breath. Despite your newest orgasm Tsu’tey does not stop his assault. Only now more of his body weight falls into you. Using the momentum to drill deeper into you. It’s too much, your feelings on top of the tight painful pit in his stomach. He wants to cum so badly.

“Let me cum in you,” it’s almost a beg, almost a plea to you. He needed to hear from you that you were satisfied. That he could breed you full and you’d finally be satisfied with all he does for you.

You cup both of his cheeks in your now unused hands, and despite the ache in your contorted body you can’t help the wave of relaxation that teases you when you make eye contact,

“Want your cum so bad, Sempu,”

It’s embarrassing really. The way you two talk to each other like this. You would cringe at the idea of these words coming from anyone else, but you can’t help but be addicted to the sound of desperation that rises out of the both of you.

“Fuck please breed me,”

Though you’re choked up, at least you can speak. You are almost positive he’s brain dead when you feel his hips jerk up into you deeper then his previous thrusts. When he pushes you legs down further you’re shocked at the feeling of him grinding the head of his cock against what you could only assume was your cervix. He did not seem to care so much for your shock though, returning to sitting up more so he could watch the bulge of your stomach.

“Ya fuck, my sweet girl,” the breathy pants against your face results in a tight clench of your lower stomach, yet with a whine you keep your legs open for him,

“Fuck baby- jus’ lay there and take it for me, there’s my good girl.”

It’s not long before his thrusts go from a calculated assault on your g-spot to an erratic chase for his own high. It almost surprises you- the animalistic pace of his thrusts against you. The way he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to slam into you, forcing the slick skin of his pelvis to grind against your far too stimulated clit. It’s why you don’t feel bad for the hand that reaches up to wrap around the base of his kuru. You could have came when you feel the way his stomach tightens when you apply pressure to him. You feel the jolt the action sends through him- and you have never been more thankful (yet felt such disdain) to Eywa for tsaheylu. Eyes rolling into the back of your head at the mind thudding euphoria you felt.

“Look at me. Baby look at me when Sempu cums in you,”

He’s prettiest when he whines. Despite the honorific title there is little that defines Tsu’tey as the dominant one right now. Anyone could tell he was completely at the mercy of your slicken folds. He couldn’t even remember why he was mad at you by the time he had flooded you, using his large hands to pull the plush of your hips flush against him. Unable to control the need to be as deep as possible.

He’s purring when he notices the way your eyes light up at the feeling of him overstuffing you with his cum. Loud rumbles that you can feel vibrate against you as he lets your legs finally drop and lays flat against the floor.

“Are you okay, my love?” Your closing eyes are being kissed, as he travels to any exposed skin he can get to, while moving as little as possible.

“I win,” your eyes don’t even open as you mumble. Too busy caressing his sweaty back that was most likely torn up from the assault of your nails. All that there was left to do was breath and enjoy the warmth of laying safely under him. Proud of the turn of events.

Now that you weren’t actively engaged in each other the humidity of the sex stained kelku wasn't enough to keep you warm. Not with the eclipse breeze creeping through the opened flap.

You turn your head to see your mate, forehead pressed to the mat, eyes closed, catching his own breath- yet there’s a large cheshire grin on his exertion blushed face.

“Ya whatever. I give you everything you could want, what mate would I be if my little love suffered one night without making a sloppy mess all over me,”

His attempt at teasing makes you laugh, occupying yourself with kissing his cheek and lingering there a minute. Ignoring the way the fat of his cheek squished under your kiss. The bubbly,

“Ya, hopefully you gave me the baby I want this time,” would have broken the resolve of Ewyas most pious.

The roll of his hips deeper into you in hopes to plug you full makes your toes curl. He can’t help but say a silent prayer to anything that would listen that you’d be round and full soon. Tsu’tey also can’t help the fact that the feeling of your tight walls twitching and fluttering against him make him throb with a whole new need. The assault of his rolling hips is unwavering. Both completely enchanted by the uncomfortable sting of over stimulation. He could cease his slow drawn out movements that reward his ears with the sloppy echo of his cum being fucked right up into your womb where it belonged. Tsu’tey could stop and clean you up and let you fall blissfully to sleep while he held you.

Or he could make sure you don’t roll out from under him without a deserving prize in your womb.

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