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neteyamsyawntu · 7 months

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Kinktober 20

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Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

PART 1

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, smut, P in V, edging, slight overstimulation, vulgar language, sub!Nete, dom!Reader, dirty talk.

Heat boiled on the surface of his azure skin, his body decorated in beads of rolling sweat as the overwhelming pleasure robbed him of any and all composure. Neteyam’s chest heaved with heavy pants, trembling to his core while he squirmed helplessly against your hand that had been slowly stroking and caressing him for what his throbbing cock felt like must’ve been for millennia; the tip of shaft growing into an irritated deep plum color, his bioluminescent freckles glowing bright almost as if it were his bodies way of showing just how close he was to cumming in your hand.

Sitting naked atop his thigh, his soft, needy whines filled your ears, your gentle fingers just barely touching his sensitive shaft, yet even the slightest of contact was enough to make him jerk. You raise your gaze to look at his flushed face, watching as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, a heavy blush shrouding his sweat covered face. Just as his eyelids flutter closed in attempts to compose himself, your thumb pressed against the slit on his cock tip, Neteyam’s mouth falling agape with a helpless groan, “Haah! Hnng- yawne… great mother please…” he whimpers, shuddering aggressively at your slightest of touches.

“My sweet Nete… look how sensitive you are. I’m hardly even touching you, my love.” You coo innocently, knowing full well that his current state was all your doing. Neteyam trembles at your words, nuzzling into your chest, his hand squeezing your hip while the other fists the ground beside him. “Please yawne… I want to cum… the pressure it’s too much.”, “Too much? But it’s just my fingers, Nete… what if I… did this…?” You tease slowly lifting yourself from his thigh, positioning yourself just over his desperately twitching cock to lower yourself just enough to brush your naked and moist folds over his tip.

Neteyam bends his neck, leaning his head back and covering his face with his hand, to which you are quick to grasp onto, “Uh-uh Teyam… let me see your face, you look so cute like this~. Lay back f’me.”. You purr gently pressing the tips of your fingers to the center of his chest, guiding him downward, his stiff cock now laying flat on his stomach. With a low hum you position your hips over him, lowering to slowly glide your lower lips up his erection. His breath hitches, tightly gripping your hips, moving his head from side to side aimlessly, wanting nothing more than to hide his flustered state, but resisted, per your demand, “Ohhph..Yawne… please, fuck.” His voice slithers out choked, your cautious grinding leading for beads of precum to build up at his tip, leaking down to his stomach.

“Use your big boy words, Nete~.” You muse as you stop your grinding, if you could even call it that, seeing as how you were just barely hovering over his shaft, now sitting directly on it, allowing your juices to drip along his ridiculously hard erection, his cock twitching madly against your clit. Gasping for air through his whimpers, Neteyam struggles to find his words, his glossy eyes finally producing tears that flow down his cheeks as you give an experimental roll of your hips, “Eywa… please my yawne, please let me cum, it hurts. Fuck- I don’t.. phew… I don’t think it’s ever been this hard before.”. Neteyam lays his head back staring up blankly into the night sky, a mix of defeat and submission painting his features.

With a gentle smile planting on your lips, compassion washes over you as you watch him hiccup and gasp as his tears continue to dampen his cheeks, a bit of drool peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Eywa he did look so cute and breedable like this, but you had tortured him long enough, “You want to cum, Teyam?” You repeat his request leaning into his ear, to gently kiss at his jawline. He nods frantically, ears pinned to the sides of his head, mumbling a stream of pleads until you softly shush him, capturing his lips with yours for a tender moment. “Be a good boy and stay still for me.” You whisper, shifting your hips until his precum soaked tip, catches on your folds. Then, ever so slowly you push your hips back, allowing his stiffened cock to force entry into your wetness.

Neteyam’s abs flex his hips jerking at the sensitivity, just pushing into you felt entirely overstimulating, but he held on until he bottomed out inside you. “Mmm you really are harder… I can feel the difference.” You purr, sitting up on his lap to begin rolling your hips in a clockwise motion against him. His fingers twitched at their place on your hips, fighting against his own carnal need to force you down and guide your hips himself, knowing exactly what he needed to get off, “Go ahead Neteyam, do what you need to do.” You sigh, granting him permission as your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling of his cock being exactly where it belonged, at home in your tight cunt.

Without a second thought Neteyam raises his hips into you, his grip now exceedingly firm on you as he grinds you down into him, throwing his head back in pure bliss, his hips still sputtering from time to time from the persistent sensitivity of being edged for so long. Moans harmonizing with one another you drift a hand down to your core, rolling your clit beneath your fingertips quickly, biting your lip as it adds to the sensation, “Ahh~, tell me how much you love this pussy, Nete.” You moan, eyes closed tight as you continue to stimulate your clit. Neteyam whines and moans beneath you, now moving your hips hastily back and forth, feeling the pressure in his cock building faster and faster, “Fuck- ohhphhuck I love it. I love- Ahh, ahhh, AH-!” With his voice climbing in volume and pitch, Neteyam finally releases into you, his mouth fallen open with stuttered breaths, eyes rolling to the back of his head- a brief hold- then releasing an exhausted sigh of absolute relief.

A warmth of relaxation flowed through his body as his muscles untensed themselves. The only sounds being his heavy breathing and your soft moans as you continued to toy with your clit. Neteyam felt his mind sway, swimming in the peak of his high, gradually coming back down to Pandora at his own dazed pace. You take in his exhausted form gleefully, now feeling more worked up yourself, letting your fingers repeatedly roll your clit in small circles. Biting your lip, your eyes still staring down at your worn mate, you begin to slowly raise and lower your hips, watching as Neteyam’s brows pinch at the stimulation, “…Yawne?” He whispers in a broken tone, slowly opening his eyes to scan your form and its movements, a confused look on his face, still not being completely mentally present yet.

“Did that feel good, baby?”, he gently nods, "Good… but I didn’t say that I was done.”.

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neteyamkink · 5 months

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IMAGINE NETEYAM WITH BADASS FEM! METKAYINA GIRL.. AND HE DOES WHATEVER SHE WANTS HIM TO DO , AND SHES LIKE DOMINANT DURING MATING.

OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO PERFECT. In love w this idea. gonna do this in a gc style w a lil drabble at the end.

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parings: neteyam x dom!gf

warnings: lil bit of sub!nete, he’s literally such a whore, cunnalingusssss (he’s a munch)

lmk if we want a longer pt 2 to this cuz i’m down

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neteyam is such a slut for his dom gf he does anything you say

You need something? he’s on it

AND HES ONLY LIKE THIS FOR YOU!!

anyone else he’s either ignoring or telling them to leave him alone

he thinks the way you’re so confident and bossy is SOOOO sexy

he’s all over you 24/7

He lovesss being told what to do when y’all get freaky deaky

he’s in love with the way he doesnt have to think he just has to listen to what you say

HES A MUNCH!!!!

he follows you around like a lost puppy bro

“yes ma’am” are is favorite two words

he makes sure you have everything you need before even thinking about himself.

“baby, y’taste so good,” Neteyam whines as he laps his tongue all over your juicy cunt like a starving dog. You’re starting to wonder if he is enjoying this more than you by the way he’s moaning into your cunt and humping the ground like a dog in heat.

“Be a good boy and show me how good you can make me feel, yeah?” you groan.

He’s immediately nodding his head profusely and moaning “yes, anything you want,” into your pussy. he humps the floor beneath him, his loincloth practically drenched in his precum. All he wants to do is make his bossy girlfriend feel good.

#avatar #neteyam smut #neteyam #atwow #sub!neteyam #neteyam fanfic

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zg0nuwa · 6 months

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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wheneclipsefalls · 11 months

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Lesson Learned

Masterlist ao3 Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Summary: You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: explicit (MINORS DO NO INTERACT), rough sex, creampie, p in v, spanking, blowjob, oral, dom/sub undertones, power imbalance, slight degradation, praise kink, sir kink, established relationship, male x female x male threesome

A/N: This is definitely the flithiest smut I have ever written. Nervous about this one so please be kind <3

[Yawne = beloved]

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!” You plead and whimper in pain while trying to detach the strong grip Lo’ak has on the base of your queue. His pace is relentless, dragging you along by your queue as angry huffs leave his flared nostrils.

“Save it.” Lo’ak hisses before you finally reach the entrance of Neteyam’s marui. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you anticipate the scolding and punishment that is to come. Your small fingers fiddle with your loincloth that Lo’ak barely gave you time to throw on before dragging you away. He yanks you past the doorway, grip unyielding.

Neteyam’s ears flick and tail swish at the sound of you two entering. He quickly turns away from his task of sharpening his knife to gaze at both of you. There is a look shared between the two brothers that holds a message you are not privy to. This is never a good sign, especially when it causes a heavy sigh to escape from Neteyam’s lungs.

“What did she do now?” The eldest Sully brother asks, looking between the two of you. If Lo’ak’s anger at your disobedience is anything to go off of you know that Neteyam won’t be far behind once he learns what you have done.

“Go on and tell him, yawne. Tell Neteyam what I found you doing.” Lo’ak’s voice holds the undertone of the smirk on his lips. Although he is upset, you can tell that he is looking forward to putting you back in your place. He revels in holding this power over you, in making you submit and truth be told you’re eager to bring those fantasies to life once again. The brothers can be rough and strict, sometimes giving you rules to follow that make you pout and curse their names but at the end of the day you know your body yearns for more. There is no greater pleasure than being between the two of them, taking whatever they desire like a good girl, falling apart underneath their touch.

Lo’ak powerfully tugs your queue, a warning to concede to his order before things get worse.

“I was…I was touching myself.” Your ocean blue eyes don’t dare to meet Neteyam’s gaze as your ears pin back against your curly hair. Still, you can feel the radiating intensity filling the room, capturing the air from your lungs.

“Oh yawne, what are we going to do with you?” Neteyam sighs with almost a fond tone, but you know better than to be fooled by it. He is playing with you. Letting your mind swirl with anticipation of what is to come.

“Needy little pussy can’t last even a week without getting some attention.” Lo’ak mocks as Neteyam stands to his full height, reaching past the two to close the flaps of the marui. Your cheeks tint a dark red, but you know there is some truth to Lo’ak’s teasing. You were already being punished for your misbehavior the week before. Neteyam and Lo’ak taking away your orgasms for a whole week to teach you a lesson. You were never allowed to touch yourself, unless it was for their amusement, but you got desperate over the last few days. It seemed that the brothers were aiming for you to mess up as they teased you at every opportunity possible.

“Perhaps you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.” Neteyam’s dark timber sends shivers down your spine. His warm breath is right against the shell of your ear and his braids hang and tickle at your neck.

“Nete, I’m sorry!” You whine, but your apology holds no weight for the older brother. You quickly turn your big blue eyes up towards Lo’ak, hoping to find better luck there. “Lo’ak please! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good girls know better than to play with what doesn’t belong to them.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes hold a mischievous and alluring lust. He is too far gone to accept apologies now. There is no escape. There never was when it came to breaking the rules. Neteyam and Lo’ak rule you with a firm hand, delighting in your submission.

“Lo’ak’s right, babygirl. It seems that no matter what we do, you insist on being a naughty slut.” The two lead you to the middle of the room as you pout. One harsh look from Neteyam tells you all you need to know. Without a word you sheepishly strip off your beaded top and untie the frilled loincloth before tossing them to the side.

Despite the long night ahead of you, a thrilled burst of arousal coils in your stomach as you are naked and on display before them. Those twin sets of hungry golden eyes never fail to make you feel vulnerable and small, yet you can’t get enough. You can already feel the wetness gathering between your legs, some still left over from your time spent pleasuring yourself.

“On your knees, babygirl.” Neteyam orders and you quickly comply. They circle around you slowly like vultures, keening in on their prey. At this point you might as well be prey, hunted down and trapped in the den of creatures much more powerful than you. Your eyes follow their strong toned bodies from your place on the ground. They catch on the new tattoo Lo’ak has running along his hips. The younger Sully does not miss your interest and winks in response.

“We need a punishment that is going to last. Something that will remind our slutty princess to stop rutting against things like a bunny in heat.” Neteyam muses, although you are sure they have already decided on your fate. A small squeak escapes your lips when you feel a slim tail brush against your bum.

“Well her ass has lost some of that pretty red glow from last week.” Lo’ak chuckles and you can already see Neteyam’s smirk forming.

“Would be a shame to keep it that way.” The eldest responds, sealing your doom. Lo’ak drags you from the ground and makes quick work of bending you over the tall table. Your feet swing above the woven floor of the marui, unable to find purchase. Despite your better judgment, you try to weasel your way out of another spanking. You were just barely getting to a point where you could sit down without wincing.

“Please no more! It still hurts!” You beg while twisting to cover your upturned ass with one hand. Lo’ak pins both of your wrists to your lower back with one hand, ignoring the doe eyes you send him in search of pity. You can feel the pressing bulge from his loincloth against your ass, wrapping your coil of arousal tighter.

“But your bum looks so pretty with my red handprints.” Lo’ak mockingly coos while shifting his hips along the plush of your rear. Neteyam is nowhere to be seen with your restricted view but you have no time to ponder on that before a harsh smack is delivered to your rear. The pain ripples along your skin with a familiarity that you dread.

Lo’ak brings his hand down again with brutal force and this time you can’t keep in the whimper that was strangling your throat. The younger Sully brother sets a pattern and pace that is unpredictable, taking random breaks to rub over and appreciate the flush of your skin before randomly starting back up again. You wreath and squirm underneath the blows but his rough hands keep you in place without struggle.

Tears well up behind your blue orbs, threatening to fall along your cheeks pathetically. Suddenly Neteyam comes into view, beaded braids knocking against the wooden table. A gleeful smile curves along his lips. He doesn’t say a word before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Lo’ak pauses his assault on your ass to run a finger along your soaked folds.

Your soft moan is swallowed by Neteyam’s greedy kiss. It starts off sweet and gentle, caressing your lips with a sincerity and care that has your heart fluttering. This, however, starts to shift as his tongue invades your mouth and Lo’ak’s thumb finds your clit. Lo’ak rubs at your clit with expertise till your legs are shaking from the stimulation. You can scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring your mouth leisurely, occasionally biting at your bottom lip with sharp canines.

The table shifts as you rut your hips back against Lo’ak’s skilled fingers. Neteyam slips a hand over to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss further. The pleasure becomes dizzying; overwhelming. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, having been lingering since Lo’ak soiled it earlier with his appearance. The younger Sully seems to pick up on this information as his efforts increase, two fingers spreading your slick lips to expose your clit to his view, rubbing at it with urgency.

It becomes more difficult to kiss Neteyam back as your brain is overloaded with white hot pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to nip and bite at your lips until they are pink and swollen. Lo’ak continues the assault on the sensitive bud while slipping one finger past your entrance. The combined sensation is enough to push you over the edge. Neteyam swallows your obscene noises as Lo’ak rides you through the orgasm.

Coming down from the high is an absolute relief, your body sore but happy from finally getting to release all of the pent up sexual energy from the last few days.

A sharp slap to your ass breaks you out of the trance and has you unintentionally sinking your teeth into Neteyam’s bottom lip. You’re not sure when Lo’ak pulled out his finger and decided to restart the spanking but your body is already humming with overwhelming sensations. The coppery taste of blood tickles at your tongue and you’re not sure if it is yours or Neteyam’s as both of your lips are swollen and red.

Neteyam pulls back and beams at you. Lo’ak spanks your ass without hesitation. Slap after slap brings a new hue to your skin that he enjoys seeing. It’s not long before he gets to see the mark of his handprint on your pretty ass.

“Please Lo’ak! Please!” You babble with streaming tears. However it is Neteyam who responds while Lo’ak continues the spanking.

“Ah ah ah baby, you have better manners than that.” Neteyam tutted, knuckles grazing along your flushed cheek.

“Please sir!” You correct yourself.

“I don’t know, mama. Spanked your ass red last time and it was still not enough to keep this pussy under control.” Lo’ak accentuated the words with a brutal smack. Your red skin is hot beneath his hands as they freely explore your ass. Neteyam casually perches on the edge of the table.

“Perhaps she needs a different type of persuasion.” Neteyam draws out while running the tip of his fingers from your clit to your entrance. His blue fingers become stained with the sticky arousal and cum leftover from your first climax. He hums in satisfaction while licking them clean. Hooded eyes look down at your tear stained face before smirking devilishly. Lo’ak runs his blunt nails along your red ass in amusement. Once again you are left out of the mix as the two brothers seem to come to a conclusion silently.

Neteyam pulls you off the table and back against his chest, bulge poking against your burning backside. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, to keep you in place.

“Such a pretty girl.” Lo’ak coos, drinking in the sight of you. His fingertips dance along the edges of your ribcage before expert thumbs sweep over your hard nipples. Your whimpers fill the marui as Lo’ak mercilessly tugs and pinches at the sensitive points. Neteyam’s cock twitches in his loincloth at your sweet desperate sounds. As you try to twist away from the onslaught, Neteyam smacks your outer thigh then uses one muscular arms to wrap around your waist.

“I-it hurts.” Your complaint turns into a little squeal when Lo’ak twists one of your nipples harshly.

“Poor thing.” Lo’ak mocks with a feigned pout. Neteyam’s chest vibrates against your back into a deep chuckle. Once your peaks are red and hard enough for his approval Lo’ak steps back to gawk at his work.

“What do you say, babygirl?” Neteyam prompts you.

“Thank you, sir.” Your breathy voice is hardly more than a whisper. Lo’ak rewards you with a stroke to the cheek anyways.

“You know how to thank me properly, mama.”

You can feel your slick now coating your thighs, dripping down to your knees visibly but all your attention is focused on the hardon pressing against Lo’ak’s loincloth. The second Neteyam releases you from his grasp you are obediently falling to your knees and crawling over to Lo’ak. You instantly go to untie the knots of his loincloth but are stopped by four fingered hand slapping you away.

“Already forgot what we’ve taught you, huh? Can’t think straight with your pussy all wet?”

A dark red stains your cheeks to match your ass and as if in response, you can feel your entrance fluttering and leaking in search of attention.

“Please can I suck your cock, sir? Want it so bad.” You bat your eyelashes up at Lo’ak knowing how much he enjoys the sight. It’s a conscious effort not to squeeze your thighs together or rut against the marui floor at this point. The burning flame in your core has risen to a raging fire once again that needs to be quenched. Still, orgasms are privileges for good girls as Neteyam often reminds you, so there is no telling how much they will make you suffer.

“How can I say no to a face like that?”

That is all the confirmation you require before eagerly undoing the knots and throwing the loincloth aside. His long member slaps up against his stomach, the lines of his new tattoo creating an alluring path to the hard cock already sporting a bead of precum on the head. Your coiled arousal tightens at the sight. No matter how many times you’ve seen the bulging veins and bulbous head you can’t help but thirst after him in such a primal manner.

You try to kiss and tease at the head but you forget that this is punishment; not playtime. Lo’ak grabs your hair and forces his length down your throat till your nose hits his navel. His thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue and fills your throat so fully that it is difficult to get out shaky breaths. Lo’ak gives little time for you to adjust before he is fucking your face, using your mouth as a tight cocksleeve for his pleasure.

“Agh that’s it, mama. Such a good little cockslut for us.” Lo’ak’s fringed rough voice spurs you onward even though he is the one completely taking control of your movements. You know the sight of you is degrading and humiliating and yet you crave to be their little toy, there to please them in any way possible. You can already tell by the way the head of his cock is hitting the back of your throat that your voice will be raspy for the next few days. Lo’ak’s eyes are hooded as he looks down to see you staring up at him innocently with tears creasing out of the corners of your eyes. The sight is almost too much to bear and it has him increasing the pace to something almost impossible to accommodate.

You let out a small squeak when Neteyam grasps your hips from behind and pulls them back. His loincloth is gone, deposited somewhere in the mix and you can feel him running the head of his member up and down your sticky folds. The eldest Sully lets out an audible groan as he sees your arousal already dribbling onto his hard cock. The view only gets better as you desperately curve your back and push your ass up to reveal your aching pussy that greatly complement the red handprints along your cheeks. Neteyam kicks your thighs further apart, greedily wanting you to present every last inch of yourself to him.

“One cock not enough for you, babygirl? Your pussy feeling a little left out?” Neteyam purrs, thick accent cloaking the words. You can’t see it but you know that the dangerous lustful light is gleaming in his eyes, signaling his surrender to the primal desires that plague his mind. You try to gurgle out some form of confirmation but with Lo’ak’s member in your throat it is simply a whining moan that increases the stimulating pleasure for the younger Sully brother.

“I’d take that as a yes, bro.” Lo’ak chuckles but it comes out between gritted teeth, voice heavy with ecstasy. You can scarcely hear Neteyam’s soft chuckle over the ringing in your ears as your mouth is invaded over and over again. At this point you are rutting back against Neteyam mindlessly, only stopped by a harsh slap on your rear.

The mushroom tip teases at your entrance before slowly slipping past the rim. You whimper as your pussy takes his thick length in inch by inch. Neteyam’s eyes blow out till there is only a thin rim of gold outlining his pupils. The lewd sight of your greedy pussy practically sucking him in has a feral growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t stop till he is buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him against your cervix, filling you to the brim. Impaled on both sides by their thick lengths you can hardly breathe, let alone think.

“So tight, babygirl. Little cunt squeezing me so good.” Neteyam hisses, fingers digging into your hips.

“She’s just so happy to be filled, aren’t ya mama?” Lo’ak halts his movements in favor of pressing your face against his pelvis once again to see you choke and squirm. One pelvis pressed against your ass and another along your freckled nose, you whine in a mixture of pain and euphoria.

“Our good little slut, finally getting what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam’s baritone hums in amusement as he slowly pulls out till only the tip is caught on your rim. Without warning his hips slam forward and fill you completely in one fluid motion. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and before you know it Lo’ak is following his brother’s pace. They slam into you from each side at a jackhammer pace. The pleasure of your sweet spot being hit by Neteyam’s cock at each thrust coalesces with the pain of Lo’ak’s banging into the back of your throat.

It’s a painful yet erotic dance that flows through your senses as you try to keep up with the movements. You whine at the increased soreness that comes from Neteyam’s hips slapping lewdly against your tender ass. Lo’ak on the other hand has a firm grip on your hair as he continues to use your mouth without a second thought. You are an absolute gagging whimpering mess with swollen lips, tear stained cheeks and an obvious glow on your rear and both men revel in the image.

Your legs and arms tremble with the challenge of not collapsing beneath you.

“That’s it that’s it. So close, gonna cum down your throat, mama.” Lo’ak groans, head thrown back in pleasure. “You want my cum, yawne? Gonna savor every drop like the good girl I know you can be?”

A mewl escapes the back of your sore throat, trying to beg with your eyes for exactly that. Neteyam’s brutal pounding of your sweet spot has your head in a blurry haze but you can recognize your desire to be a good girl. You want to make Lo’ak proud as you swallow all of his sticky seed.

“That’s what I thought.” The words barely escape his lips before his cock is twitching and squirting white cum down your throat. He holds your head in place firmly, not allowing you to move away but you don’t try to anyway. You suck greedily, trying to breath as your gag around his member. The sticky substance is salty and thick but you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. Once his moans of ecstasy die down, Lo’ak’s pulls out from your mouth with a ‘pop’.

“Swallow.” You immediately obey, throat aching at the simple gulp. Long fingers grasp your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Open. Tongue out, mama.”

Your tongue is stuck out to show you’ve swallowed, all the while little distorted moans leave your open mouth, still stimulated by the brutal fucking of your pussy by the eldest brother. His smooth words of praise become only white noise as you reach the tip of your peak. Neteyam feels the way you naturally clench around him and takes it as his cue to reach underneath and massage your clit.

“G-gonna cum aah need to cum! Please sir!” You’re not sure which brother you are asking for permission from but it’s Neteyam that growls out an answer.

“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. Give it all to me.” His breathy command sends you over the edge. Stars dance along the outlines of your vision as you cum for the second time. “Fucking hell! I swear you’re trying to milk my cock, yawne.” Neteyam groans but you are too far gone to process his words. His thrusts ride you out through your climax.

Insistent fingers still thrum at your clit as you come down from the high and a whimper escapes your lips at the overstimulation. Neteyam doesn’t let up, the sound of slapping skin only becoming louder as he ruts into you aggressively.

“Too much! S’too much! Nete please!” You plead but Lo’ak is quick to shut you up. He kneels and forcefully takes you into a heated kiss.

“This is punishment, babygirl. It’s not for you to decide.”

There are no words that can be formed in response with your hazy focus and even if there were, Lo’ak has your mouth occupied again. His kiss is sharper, more demanding than his older brother’s. You struggle to stay present in it with the whiny gasps that push from your throat. You grasp at Lo’ak’s broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, your legs already on the verge of giving out.

The tendrils of oversensitivity wrap and weave their way through your veins, demanding every ounce of your attention. Lo’ak’s kiss is failing to restrain your begging pleas, but he shushes you tenderly with praises as Neteyam chases his own high.

“I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy just how you like it, babygirl.” Neteyam’s pace is practically ripping the air from your lungs at this point, expertly finding that spongy spot inside of you with ease. “Fill you up till my cum is leaking down your thighs. Always such a messy thing afterwards, aren’t you?”

Lo’ak begins to attack your neck with open mouthed kisses and you take the opportunity to gasp for air before responding to the eldest brother.

“Yes sir! Feels so good, please don’t stop!” You screech, hands clawing at Lo’ak’s shoulders hard enough to draw trickles of blood. Lucky for you Lo’ak barely flinches as he leaves hickeys along the column of your neck. You knew these are going to be more marks that have the other males of the clan staring at you, but there is nothing that seems to satiate Lo’ak’s oral fixation and marking kink.

“Then cum for me again, yawne. Be a good slut and cum on this dick again.” His demand tempts you to protest but Lo’ak slaps your ass in warning before you even open your mouth to speak. Neteyam rubs at your clit fiercely without reprieve and that overwhelming stimulation is washing over you again like a wave. Your climax comes without your permission and it has your mouth open in a silent scream.

Rope of sticky seed paint the inside of your walls, Neteyam’s hand leaving crescent shaped indents on your left hip. A cacophony of whimpers and growls stir together to fill the marui along with the squelching sounds of your tight pussy taking him in.

“Good fucking girl.” Neteyam rumbles, finally halting his hips before sliding out of you.You collapse into Lo’ak’s arms as the aftershock of the orgasm shakes at your nerves. Neteyam spreads your legs widely to admire his work while you are cradled and shushed in Lo’ak’s lap. You can feel the white cum dribbling past your entrance only to have Neteyam collect the seed with his thumb and push it back inside your pussy.

Lo’ak pets at your hair fondly while you bury your face against his stripped thighs. The two give you a short reprieve as you pant into Lo’ak’s lap. Hope that you have proven yourself starts to form and fester but that quickly dies when you are manhandled to lay on your back.

“Still one last bit of punishment that needs to be dished out, babygirl.” Neteyam softly pets your parted thighs.

“Something to make sure you never touch what belongs to us again without permission.” Lo’ak chimes in.

“Are you ready to take it?” You know what Neteyam is really asking. ‘Are you willing to keep going?’ The eldest is always the most responsible when it comes to checking in on you, making sure your limits aren't pushed too far. Surely it has become a habit after all he does to look after his siblings and friends. Your body is aching and sore but there is still a burning desire to continue, to make up for your disobedience.

“Yes sir.” The confirmation is barely a scratchy whisper but Neteyam smiles back in response. Golden eyes never leave yours as he spreads your thighs apart as wide as they can go. Your soft folds naturally part with the new position, still sticky with arousal and cum. Lo’ak fingers trace soothing circles along your ribs and stomach lightly, the gentle touches letting you know there is something painful coming your way.

Neteyam’s palm comes down on your cunt hard and fast.

Your thighs are quick to slam closed as the burning sensation travels along your core. The pain and pleasure are mixed so closely into a new found wave of electricity, but all you can think about is protecting your already sensitive clit and pussy from his spanks.

“None of that, babygirl.” Neteyam tsks with a shake of his head. “Keep them open.”

Your muscles ache with the forced movement of Neteyam spreading your legs once more.

“Shouldn’t have broken the rules, yawne. Now we have to spank your little cunt till she no longer aches to be naughty.” The younger Sully boy reminds you.

“Lo’ak!” You whine, head thrown back against his shoulder. Your complaints are only met with a dark chuckle and chaste kisses to your cheek.

The second hit comes without warning and the wet sound of the impact is obscene. Your ears pin back against your hair.

“Poor babygirl. When are you going to learn?” The patronizing tone from Neteyam is hardly processed in your brain as you struggle to keep your legs closed again. Although the mighty warrior can easily outmatch your strength, he calls upon Lo’ak for help so he can continue the harsh slaps.

Lo’ak easily slips his arms underneath your knees and pull them wide and up towards your ear so your body is effectively pressed in half. You are completely vulnerable and exposed to the torment and yet your body contradicts itself by releasing more slick that pools down along your red cheeks. Neteyam uses two fingers to gently part your lips and expose your swollen bud.

“Nete, I’m so-”

You are cut off with another smack directly on your clit. Your body jolts but is kept in place by Lo’ak as Neteyam raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Your trembling voice quickly corrects. “I won’t do it again I promise!”

“Of course you won’t, babygirl. Not after we’re through with you.” The eldest’s face holds a crooked grin while gently stroking a finger through your swollen folds.

“How many more?” His ears flick at your quiet question. The brothers lock eyes once more across your shoulder.

“What do you think, Lo’ak? How many more does our little slut need to behave?” Neteyam tilts his head to the side with a feigned beseeching look as if he has simply asked his brother about the weather; not the fate of your poor cunt. Lo’ak as always is a fan of drawing things out letting the trepidation and anticipation build till you are squirming in his hold.

Not that the added suspense is needed anyway. You are already a wreck, bent in half with messy hair, ass red and neck full of little love bites and hickies. Your brain works on half power as the mixture of Neteyam and your juices shimmer along your sensitive parts fully only display. The warm breeze rolling over your exposed body only serves as a greater reminder of the compromising position you are in.

“At least a few more to get her nice and warm.” The vagueness of his response is intentional, effectively leaving the other brother to do as he pleases without restraint. Neteyam takes the invitation without pause.

His hand comes down on your exposed folds and it wrenches a wrangled moan from your lips. It is hard to distinguish the lines between agony and bliss at this point. Either way, the exercise is useless so you surrender yourself to the experience instead.

Neteyam plays an agonizing game of alternating between working your clit and smacking your cunt within the same breath. Neteyam looks up through eyes glazed over with dark lust to see your pinched up expression and heaving chest panting for air. It sends a thrill through him to see you absolutely fucked out of your mind, no thoughts left but that of pleasure and pain and of course the need to please them.

“I need you to promise something, babygirl.”

“Y-yes yes I p-promise.” You sputter out before really processing his words. Lo’ak’s dark laugh vibrates against your back.

“He hasn’t told you what to promise yet, mama. Poor thing can barely form a thought, too cockdrunk.” Lo’ak nips playfully at your pinned back ear but the sensation is drowned out by another spank landing home on your clit.

“Promise that this cunt belongs to us. Promise that my brother and I get to play with it whenever we please.”

Lucky for you, this is not a new promise or concept. It takes little thought to swing together a response.

“It’s all yours! It’s always belonged to you two, sir!” Your heavy eyelids make it difficult to peek through to make eye contact with Neteyam while speaking but the proud look on his face makes the effort worth it.

“Good girl.” One last smack comes down on your cunt making you mewl pathetically. You scarcely notice when Lo’ak releases your legs and they collapse to the woven marui floor. Despite everything you’ve been through there is still one desire that burns at the front of your brain.

“L-Lo’ak.” He lets your improper addressing go, seeing how frazzled you are.

“Yeah mama?” Hot breath tickles your ear.

“C-can you pl-please…n-need you….” Your tongue seems to work against your best efforts to form a coherent sentence. From his place between your legs Neteyam coos at your destroyed state.

“You want me to fuck you, mama? Want my cock in your pussy?” You almost sag in relief, knowing that Lo’ak understand your mangled pleas.

“YES! Pl-please please need you!” It feels incomplete at this point to only have one of the brother’s seed trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you dumb on my cock.” Lo’ak makes the lewd promise with an angelic voice that contradicts all reason as he presses loving kisses into your curly hair. The brothers make quick work of switching places, your head laying back on Neteyam’s lap while Lo’a settles himself between your legs.

“You really did a number on her, bro.” Lo’ak bends down and kisses your clit gently. The flesh is hot to the touch and even the smallest sensation makes your toes curl. Neteyam meanwhile busies himself with running his calloused fingertips along the curves of your torso. He revels in seeing the goosebumps that appear beneath his touch and the way your sore nipples harden again with even the slightest breeze.

Your entrance futters out of sensitivity when Lo’ak’s mushroom tip pushes past the rim. Every ridge and vein is felt against your velvety walls, encasing him eagerly. You are too exhausted to keep your eyes open but the melodic groans that slip past Lo’ak’s lips are ones that you recognize well. His thrusts are smooth and long, making sure to bury into you to the hilt every time.

His balls slap obscenely against your sore ass while his pelvis causes a delicious burn when coming in contact with the heated flesh of your core. Still, you can tell that Lo’ak is trying to hold back for your sake, seeing how exhausted his yawne is. You are dazzled by your own body’s ability to start working towards its fourth orgasm of the night. The coil wraps even tighter when you dare to watch Lo’ak’s body move through the slits of your barely opened eyes. The dark curves and design of his tattoo beautifully accentuates the sheer power and muscle of his toned hips and lower abs.

There is a flitter of pride that always surfaces when you see either of the brothers, forest people by birth, sporting the Metkayina traditional tattoos and clothing. In some way it makes them feel even more like yours. Your forest boys turned ocean hunters.

“So gorgeous, yawne. Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s string of praises soothes your pounding heart as your climax crawls closer and closer.

“Already got me close, mama, fluttering around me like that.” Lo’ak chimes in through bared teeth. There is no strength left to respond to the words, only a constant spew of obscene noises erupt from you.

The concept of time is lost on you as your brain only focuses on the overwhelming stimulations racking from your core. It could have been a few minutes or hours but all you know is that when Lo’ak paints your inner walls white with ropes of his cum, your climax follows in suit.

“Yes! Oh yes mama, just like that!” The symphony of mixed moans and growls rattle in your ears until your orgasm finally stops shaking your bones.

Your eyes shut immediately, only vaguely aware of the sets of warm hands moving your body. When you manage to take in your surroundings once again you are sandwiched between the two brothers, head on Lo’ak’s chest as Neteyam cleans you with a wet cloth.

“Did you learn your lesson, babygirl?” Neteyam asks with a soft smile. You have just enough strength to nod your head and send a tired smile back.

“Go to sleep, yawne.” Lo’ak’s fond chuckle acts as a lullaby that pulls you into the heavy mist of sleep.

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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imagine jake sully telling you he’ll force an orgasm out of you yes? YES. no but like subby jake turns to softish dom in the middle sksksk — 1.04k wc

warnings - riding, marking, him thrusting upward when you ride him (if that’s a warning), pinning his hands above his head, p in v, deep stroking, growling, squirting but no biggie, subby yet switch jake? idk, but whiny jake is definitely there, biting, licking and talking dirty if you notice it

lmk what i missed on adding !! i love each and every one of you sm! take care,, like + reblogs are always appreciated please <3

“i will force it outta’ you.” — jake sully (⨳)

“baby,” jake would whine desperately as he’s trying to memorize every single of your curves, hands griping your flesh, breast, hips, ass and thighs. you’re so beautiful the thought alone makes him grow hard inside you

your soft mewls are bonus for him while you sink back down, taking his girthy length deep in you. “you’re so beautiful.” he traps his lips between his teeth letting a groan out from his pit of chest.

you look down at him and he stared back shameless, how your tits would bounce every now and then, how your tight cunt invites him in, he loved every bit of it.

you lean down to kiss your mate as he whimpers at your chest pressing against his, your erect nipples doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “so good, you’re so good.” it’s like a pat on your head and a rope that makes you clench on his fat cock

you kiss him deeply, exchanging moans until the demand for oxygen becomes too much and wins than devouring each other. you put your upper body on his but you kept going, kept rolling your hips and his thrusts up to you matched perfectly.

you moaned how he made you feel to his ear, whispering sweet praises making it hard for him to last longer. jake only heaves hard, breathing shallow and deep.

“need you close, princess” he cries, he fucking cries.

“i need you close.” you weren’t ready for his move when he planted his heels to the mat and brought his hips up to thrust upward. your breath gets knocked out as you fully lose your balance and tumble on his chest

his left, large hand leaves your hips and holds the back of your head softly, he’s so gentle with you. it’s like you’d break if he gets rough with you,

“you’re doing so good, ma jake” you would only gasp when he ruts to you upward, pressing your head to his crook of neck to hide you. “you make me feel so good, princess.”

his breath hitches every time he speaks

you intentionally tighten on him and he heaves. deciding to push him farther, you suck on the flesh of his neck and reveled in it, the sting makes jake’s cock stir in your sex

he would feel his stomach knotting and moan tears out from his chest. you in other hand lick on his skin after bruising it enough to show the na’vi’s he belongs to you, you lean back and watch the art you made before smiling

jake watches your hand sneak to his and frowns when you remove them from your skin to only bring them above his head, pinning both his hands to the ground. you make sure to take him further in and jake chuckles.

“what’re you doi— oh fuuuck.” his words cut when your clit grinds right on his pelvis making your wetness smear against his skin. “ngh,” you struggle to roll your hips and jake only closed his eyes focusing on taking breath not to cum before you

“need you to cum for me baby” he tells you but you’ve another plan.

make him cum before you.

his eyes are unfocused when he opens them and amber eyes lock with yours. “hear me? n-need…shit,” you’re rolling your hips and love how his eyes rolls back to his head

he was so breath taking when he whined under you. jake feels the cord of his release stretching and becoming hard with your movement and you moan when he grows large inside you, a sign that he’s so close

“do it.” you demand as your both hands are intertwined and pinned above his head. “cum for me, jake, do it.” your voice is so hot it makes it hard for him

“where do you want me?” his brows are knitted

“i need you inside,” you huff moving up and down on him, “cum inside.” and with that you feel jake instant pull his hands away from you. you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he jerked you both up and pulled out from you

you’re about to whine but him pushing you to the ground for a missionary makes you seal your lips.

jake can feel your surprised amber eyes keeps following him and he smiles at you before getting between your legs, “want you under me when i stuff you with my load, yeah?” you’re about to fight him back but he only pushes your leg wider

you use your elbow to support yourself and watch his cock press on your folds before slipping between them and entering your cunt

“jake!” it’s your time to whine

right after he bottoms out, jake brings his eyes up to take your face in and fuck he almost busted himself. your jaw dropped and brows furrowed, head fallen back… you’re so breathtaking

he began a slow, deep torture, watching your response to every thrust he delivers, he watched you unravel under his simple touch. your pouty lips are open, delivering soft moans when he pulls out and rubbing his girthed tip on your clit before sinking back in

jake looks down where you’re connected and his heart swelled. your cunt was pretty too.

“such a pretty girl with a pretty cunt you are.” he leans down and nudges your nose to the side to make you turn away. your neck is visible to him and he targets to mark you allover

you fight for air in your lungs and jake only tests how far he could go in you

his ears flatten against his hair when he fully thrusts and his balls rest on your folds. he kept his ground there and gets turned on how you squirm against him

“told you i need you to cum for me.”

you quickly shake your head, “not gonna do that?” he watches how your marked skin moves when you shake your head side to side

“fine, i will force it outta’ you.”

one hand goes to grip your right leg and place his arm under your the back on your knee, “jake that’s not fai–JAKE!” you scream when you’re dragged close to him by your leg and he knocks you

“you know i’m not gonna cum before you,” every word is said with a huff cause by when he pulls out and slams back into you. “hear me? need you to cum for me and i’ll make you cum.”

your eyes are now shut, body laid on the mat when jake uses your as a personal fuck toy

your voice gets high pitched when you feel bubble starts to form inside you and your eyes slammed shut tighter than before. nails are dug to your mates back but he only enjoys when you scratch him, creating extra stripes

your sound encourages him to go farther and tougher when he feels you tighten.

your pussy keeps squelching when his fat cock pushes into you and jake sniffs and chuckles. “hear that sound you’re making, you’re so wet, pretty girl.” at his words your muscles only grips him harder

jake’s ears perk up when he takes a hint you like being called that name. “pretty girl.” his deep voice again causes your pussy to clench and you whine, “you like it when i call you that huh? my prettiest girl.”

back arching, your head tilted to the side. your quickened breath was shaking and becoming raged.

and jake feels his own balls tighten, he needs you quick and milk him before he erupts his load in you. rough thumbs meets your attention seeking clit and your body jolts. jake flicked and pinched on your bud enough to make that bubble burst

“j-jake…” you call for him, desperate to hold on to him when your wetness squirts on his cock and allover. “‘m right here, right here for you pretty girl.” he’s still stimulating your nub until you push his write away from yours

just like he wanted you under him, you’re shuddering and recovering from his abuse against your walls when he suddenly grunts with a small “‘m close.”

he thrusts all the way in and stops, “jake, you’re too deep.” oh he knows, he clearly knows and enjoys that he’s almost in your gut. his breathing ceased until the first wave of contractions hit and his pelvis hurt from the feeling.

jake hides himself into the curve of your neck and whines when he rode out his last drop of climax, you could feel your cervix full from how he was cumming hard.

he lazily thrusts till his complete drop or load is inside you

out of breath and weak, both of you just stay like that for a while or at least until your lungs are calmed and taking air normally. jake slowly eases out of you and lifts himself on his elbows just enough to see your face and his heart calms at your expression

clearly you’re spent and tried but even with that? you manage to bring your hands to his cheeks and cup him before pulling him to a feverish kiss

you two feel yourselves smile into the kiss before letting giggles and chuckles filled with love out. “i really wanted to make you cum.” your lips perk and jake hums

“try next time beautiful.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you roll your eyes before huffing. “i love you” he manages to say and your lips curve, “i love you too.”

you both decide to cuddle each other and talk about some little things only filled with love, happiness and fairytales.

typos and shitty grammar happened and they’re not edited, apologies! hope you liked this,, lmk in the comments so i could write more for you babies! likes and reblogs are appreciated so so so much <3

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k4tsukiis · 1 month

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 29 days

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Girlie please I need whiny and moany and subby neteyam so much,you write him so good🙏😭😭

OO YES😩 the way I ran to fucking write this!, and tysm, baby love<3

Not proof read!! Sorry if there’s errors honeys

Warnings: p n v, riding, overstimulation, teyam starts to cry a lil bit bc he’s so overwhelmed, reader is mean, dom!reader, sub!teyam, and i think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

It was hard at first for Neteyam to feel comfortable enough around you to be submissive, but once you got the “go-ahead” he turns into complete putty in your hands once you take control.

You’ve been riding him for what seems like hours, your soft, velvety walls milking him of all he’s worth as he cums inside of you paethicaly because it’s just too good:(.

His big hands travel all over your plush curves, his way of desperately trying to tell you to slow down. And even when he does speak up all that comes out is a choked out whimper or broken moan.

“Awh..but tey I thought you wanted this?, poor boy can’t handle when mommy uses you? How pathetic.” He’d be so embarrassed after hearing the low whine that comes from his mouth after you say that, cock twitching and drooling inside of you just because of your voice.

The more the cruel, soft coos leave your mouth plump lips the more his eyes would start to burn with tears, biting down on his bottom lip so hard blood starts pouring from it;which you lick up eagerly.

He’d ask you so nicely for permission to cum whenever he’s close too, babyboy would be babbling complete nonsense but he’s really trying so hard to be a good boy for you:(, and the little huff that’d come from him when you deny him too, ugh. He would just squeeze your hips/ass/ or tits in frustration, and get even more frustrated when that gets him even closer.

“Yawne, p-please..please I-..wanna..cum, please~” he’d plead with you shakily, using all of his power to form a single sentence so he can fill your tight cunt with his hot, sticky cum. All you do is laugh though, leaning in to wrap you arms around his neck, pressing your soft tits against his toned chest. A sensation that makes him groan deeply. “Mhm..not yet. I’m so so close so just hold on a little longer, ‘Kay?….good.” You’d coo before placing a loving kiss on his nose.

A small frown adorns his lips when you deny him, looking up at you with the most pathetic tear filled doe eyes you’ve ever seen. Ewya, he’s the cutest.

The way his strong arms wrapped around your middle was almost like a silent plea for you to keep going. No matter how much he came he couldn’t get enough of your slick cunt, as if it was made for him.

You swear his noises get louder and needier with the way he was buried into your chest, rambling about whoever knows the closer he feels you get.

Your hips stutter once you’re on the brink of your orgasm, a sign Neteyam knew all too well from how many times he’s made you do the same.

“Teyam.. m’close..need you to cum with me, ok?” You feel his arms and tail squeeze you like a vice, and his hips buck up into you sloppily to match your own sloppy thrust. A whispered “mhm~” leaves his lips before you clamp down onto him, the intensity of your orgasm making you whimper in his ear shamelessly.

Between your noises, your soft body pressed against him, the tightness of your cunt, and your addictingly strong scent, he was cumming instantly. Shooting thick ropes of his warm load into your greedy hole.

It wasn’t until you pulled away from him that his he realized his face was covered in tears, something that breifly made him embarrassed before he felt you hold his face reassuringly.

“Such a pretty boy f’me, you know that?” You l encourage subtly, causing his tail to sway like a little happy puppy. “Could say the same about you, babygirl,” he replied through labored breathes, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips. The sensation of his lips instantly making you clench around him, erupting an another low groan from him.

You lift up your hips slowly as you lean into him, cupping his face in your soft hands as you gently bounce on his overstimulated cock that was still achingly hard for you. “Think you can give me one more, my sweet boy?”

A/N~ I need..I need a minute after this one. I’ve never been so soaked in my life istg😭 but btw if any one of my nonnies wants an emoji just put it after you send in an ask/request and that’ll be your emoji 4L😛. Besides all that tho, ima take my ass to bed, love you guys, stay safe, and mwah stay hydrated💕

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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Imagine jake getting jealous of his son neteyam because neteyam has a hot, caring, nice boyfriend thats fuck him likes he hate him, and then jake catching them fucking, and him being superrrrrr jealous that he bargain, and begged the boyfriend to fuck him too, and neteyam agreeing!!!😩😩😩😩

(Character is aged up. Reference.) (You’re a little mean to Jake in this one, sorry not sorry.)

It’s messed up— so fucking messed up.

But Neteyam’s been angry at his dad for a long time. The pressure of being the oldest, of taking care of his siblings and being the perfect soldier, is tiring. Neteyam is tired of being perfect, he’s tired of following his dad’s orders without complaints. When he sees the way his dad’s eyes stray to your thighs and the shape of your ass, lean muscle built from working hard to provide for the People, he feels smug. His dad is looking at someone that’s entirely Neteyam’s.

Neteyam notices the frequency of his father’s longing glances, the hungry look in his eyes when he watches you lift your prey onto your shoulders to take it to the cookfires. So when you have Neteyam on your lap, dragging him onto your fat cock to fuck your cum deeper into the fluttering walls of his pussy, he’s not surprised to see Jake peeking through the curtains of the marui. He’s even less surprised to hear his father beg for you.

“Perverted old man.” You growl, shoving a hand between Jake’s shoulderblades to push his chest onto the woven mat to make his back arch, and breach his cunt with your cock. Jake’s eyes roll, his ears flat against his head, and he moans from deep within his chest. It sounds relieved. “Slut.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You’re fucking him like you’re angry, like you hate him.

You probably do.

“Yawnetu.” You say, and Neteyam drags his eyes away from Jake’s pleasured expression to look at the mocking smile on your face. “You didn’t tell me the great Toruk Makto was such a whore. His cunt is gripping me like a vice.” You give another well aimed thrust that punches the air out of Jake’s lungs, his mouth falling open with a strangled groan. Slick rolls down his inner thighs, precum dripping from his cock to form a wet spot on the mat.

Neteyam snorts, making himself comfortable, and his smugness increases at the feeling of your cum oozing sluggishly from his cunt. “Yeah,” He says, lifting the waterskin to his mouth to take a sip of cool water, “who would’ve thought?”

In the end, you don’t even come inside Jake, leaving him gaping around nothing and sobbing miserably on the floor while you go back to your mate.

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ewyaschild · 1 year

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Hmm for Lo’ak how about..

Him feeling extremely insecure due to him having some “sky people” traits such as 5 fingers, eyebrows, etc and people constantly telling him he has “demon blood”

We obviously come to the rescue though with kisses, and he’s all soft and subby laying with his back on the ground and we’re just kissing all his “insecurities” away.

Feel free to add in anything else you think would be a good idea 😉

i hope u don't mind that i turned this into headcanons! 💌

insecure lo'ak headcanons ⚘

sfw :

he obvi has his own features he's not so fond

you often find him comparing himself to neteyam

he'll say stuff like :

"why can't i look like him? why can't i look normal?"

he barley shows this with deep emotion because he doesn't want to be a burden but will talk if you ask

he adores you so much that he's slowly being convinced out of his insecurities due to your kind words.

he loves it when you kiss his hands, face, or any part of his body he doesn't like

lo'ak feels so at peace with you because you make him feel so welcomed, so normal

often he will come into your marui unannounced when he's feeling really down

crawls over to you like a dog LMAO and just plops himself on top of you,

he wants u to hold him like he's ur baby and that's what you'll do!!!

he kisses spots on your face (brow bone, eyes, lips) when he's feeling insecure about his

NOBODY can cheer him up like you do.

every time you give him a sweet pep talk, he always gets so mushy and soft

he shows his appreciation and thanks by physical affection

kiri will tease him a lot about certain features because she also shares them, but doesn't know how personal lo'ak takes it ☠️ so he goes to you to complain

"she called me unibrow today! my eyebrows are thinner than hers!"

he is never shy or hides his hands or face cause he likes the way you praise and support his avatar/human-like features :)

nsfw:

lo'ak looooovessss it when you give his hands attention!!! lo'ak with a hand kink!!! i said it!!!

anything that ranges from a hand massage to sucking on his fingers, he'll whine and beg you to do it

"please... it feels good when you use your mouth..."

after training or hunting he'll come to your marui (or shared one)

and will touch your body all over until you grab his hands and kneed them into yours, it drives him NUTS

after a while he'll start whining and moaning because it feels so good.

you'll say something like "show me what those hands do."

you say it as a joke and internally cringe but it genuinely turns him on ☠️

he loves it when you use your hands too

his favorite position is when you're on top of him, kissing his face and rubbing his arms / hands

usually it's soft and wholesome but then soon enough a boner is rubbing against your thigh because he's enjoying it way too much

if you continue this without paying attention to his "problem" he'll end up cumming in his loincloth untouched anyways

with that being said, when you're sucking on his fingers during any type of sexual activity he cums immediately

he loves watching you enjoy the parts of himself he doesn't, it gets him off

there will definitely be times when you're in public and you subconsciously give him a hand massage since it's such a regular routine

you snap out of it when you hear heavy breathing and almost unnoticeable whines coming from your boyfriend

"baby- please not right now?"

he'll plead you to stop because it's embarrassing how much he enjoys it

but you'll tease him and say something like

"but i thought you love this lo'?"

it feels so amazing he doesn't want to stop you so he ends up excusing you both and going somewhere private

he doesn't like telling you exactly what he wants verbally because it's sooo humiliating for him. what if someone hears?

but you love to pry it out of him

he'll be tapping your thighs and rubbing your back or waist more than usual

you'll hit him with the "what do you want?" cus you know he wants something

"what? i cant touch my (partner) anymore?"

cause he's embarrassed

"tell me what you want, baby."

he'll start to get frustrated at this point

"you know what i want..."

this goes on until he's honestly begging you to touch him because lo'ak is stubborn and won't listen for shit unless it's 100% in his favor!

a/n: i love making headcanons omg?? if u see this and like it send requestsssss lolz

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neteyamsyawntu · 1 year

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Distracted

Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader(oneshot)

Synopsis: While out on a hunt Neteyam accidentally stumbles across you bathing under a waterfall, he finds himself unable to pull his gaze away from you.

WARNINGS: sub!Neteyam, perv!Neteyam, fingering, SMUT, dirty talk, slight edging, masturbation

Split toed tracks trailed along the damp forest floor of Pandora. Soft, careful breathes released into the air as Neteyam dragged his fingers lightly across the fresh print, mentally noting without a doubt that the tracks were left by a hexapede. Holding his bow and two arrows in his other hand the hunter slowly stalked forward following the line, gaze focused on the ground absentmindedly, failing to notice the beast at the end of the trail who had noticed the na’vi’s presence. The herbivore gave out a surprised call before making its way further into the forest at a faster pace, desperate to create distance between itself and the oncoming predator.

Neteyam bit his bottom lip cursing himself for his carelessness before picking up his own speed to chase after the animal. Making his decent deeper into the forest, the sound of running water filled his ears. With his eyes locked on the hexapede, Neteyam hid his form behind a tree, lining up his arrow to aim at the target. Before the arrow could leave his finger tips, the hexapede stepped forward behind the tree to graze, just blocking Neteyam’s view. Inhaling sharply Neteyam carefully leaned his gaze around the tree to try and spot the hexapede, but what he hadn’t accounted on seeing was you soaking under the soft stream of the small waterfall. He knew you as a skilled weaver and healer, often times working along his grandmother and Kiri. He recalled the times you would tend to his injuries when neither of his family members were available, remembering how his breath would get caught in his throat, cheeks growing warm whenever you made contact with his skin. You were gorgeous- no more than gorgeous. More than words could describe. One of the most sought-after women in the clan. To Neteyam you were perfect, even though he’d never admit it aloud. Neteyam watched as the water streamed down your body; from your unbraided loose hair, down your chest and spilling over your perky breasts. Gulping breathlessly his gaze lowered to your curves , the water running over your smooth skin, drifting down between your legs. Neteyam’s chest heaved feeling his loincloth begin to tighten at his growing bulge.

You leaned over to the edge of the grass, taking a small jar out of your bag. Inside the jar held a lumpy concoction, one that Neteyam recognized as a sort of ‘body scrub’ you had made that had become infamous amongst the other females of the clan. Scooping a generous amount into your hand you moved back into the water, just outside the waterfall, letting your hands smooth the slick material over your body. As your hands moved from your shoulders to your tits, Neteyam didn’t fail to notice how you firmly massaged the mounds of flesh, taking your time with the area, eyes closing in ecstasy, his own hand moving down his abdomen to palm his cock that throbbed underneath his loincloth. He gawked lustfully as one of your hands worked themselves over the curvature of your ass. Allowing his head to fall back against the tree, Neteyam pushed his hand past the hem of his undergarment grasping himself firmly, stroking it tentatively, letting a groan emerge from his throat. The sound unbeknownst to him, startled the grazing hexapede and hastily making its way into the surrounding forest. Closing his own eyes Neteyam continued to pump his cock, breathy sighs falling from his lips, becoming lost in his own high.

Distracted with the thoughts of you touching yourself, Neteyam was suddenly brought out of his daydream as a smaller hand cupped his own from outside his loincloth, eyes snapping open. “Is that your knife or are you just happy to see me, mighty warrior?” You hummed working to move his now halted hand with your own. You were soaked from having rinsed the substance off of yourself in the waterfall, beads of water wandering down your bare skin. “Uh- Y/N I.. hah-I wasn’t… mmmhm. I did not mean to-” Neteyam tried desperately to get his story straight, the task proving more than difficult as you held his eyes with your own heated gaze, continuing to make the warrior rub himself, your free hand worked on untying the undergarment. “Did not mean to what? Fuck yourself while watching me bathe?” You teased him, Neteyam desperately trying to avert his eyes to anywhere other than you as shame washed over him, “I didn’t think you had it in you Nete… you never struck me as a perv.” Allowing the untied loincloth to fall to his feet, you used your now unoccupied hand to grip Neteyam’s jaw, forcing him to look at you, “don’t look away baby… this is what you wanted isn’t it?”.

Neteyam could feel the heat consume his face, surely becoming obvious to you as well from the deep color dancing on the surface of his skin, “I swear, it wasn’t my intention… Oh! Eywa!” He exclaimed, you removed his hand, completely taking his cock in your own. The silky body scrub made your palm feel so soft, Neteyam had to resist bucking his hips into your grasp. You let out a small laugh before taking one of his hands in your own, bringing it to your center, his fingers grazing your clit as you move the appendage to cup your aroused cunt, “you are such a bad liar Nete…, but since I’m feeling generous, why don’t you make it up to me?”

His ears flattened against his head feeling the warm slick begin to slip from your core, eyes wavering from you to your soaked pussy before hesitantly pressing his digits against your slit and rubbing your wetness up to your clit, spreading the moisture over your bud before moving back to retrieve more of the substance to repeat the action. “Don’t get all shy on me now baby…put a finger in” You order, sighing against him as he eagerly fulfills your wishes, inserting the long digit past your pussy lips. Closing your eyes in ecstasy you reward him by beginning to pump his cock mind numbingly slow, being sure to edge him on. Neteyam’s breaths came out thin and shaky, desperately trying to stop himself from using your hand to fuck himself, instead using that energy to dip a second finger into your sex, rubbing the digits perfervidly against your soft, tight walls, simultaneously rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Please Y/N I want to feel you..” he begged, eyeing your euphoric expression; mouth agape with small moans escaping in the process, “Ah- you already are feeling me Teyam” you tease, knowing exactly what he was inferring yet choosing to push his resolve further. “Please Y/N, I want to feel myself inside of you. I want to stretch you out with my cock, fill you to the brim” Neteyam whined pathetically finally allowing himself to thrust into your hand to which you click your tongue in a ‘tsk-ing’ sound, “you really are a pervert Nete…so naughty. Go ahead, tell me more” you purred, tightening your grip on his cock, smearing the spilling pre rum against his tip, leaning your hips into his hand as his fingers continued to pump in and out of your cunt. “I… I want to know how it feels when you cum around my cock. To feel your pussy just suck me in completely… haah please please please Y/N it hurts” Neteyam begged helplessly his cock throbbing uncontrollably. Desperate to be inside you. You lean back looking down at this raging cock, before tilting your head to the side, eyeing him thoughtfully. “Do you really think you deserve it baby boy?” You sigh, becoming drunk off of his dirty words, circling your hips on his fingers.

His resolve wearing thin, Neteyam hooks his arm around your backside pulling your body flush against his, your noses now brushing against one another “Please Y/N… I’m begging I’ll do anything you want me to, just please let me fuck you.” He whined, thrusting his cock into your hand, shivering at the friction. Releasing his cock and taking hold of his wrist you gently dislodge his fingers from your cunt, eyeing him up and down before bringing him ankle deep into the lake. Releasing his wrist, you drag your fingers down Neteyam’s toned abs and down his abdomen, nearly making contact with his cock before laying back against the edge of the water, spreading your legs wide revealing your glistening cunt to the hungry pair of eyes peering down at you, “you want it that badly baby? Come get it”.

This is for you bb @tiredmamaissy 🫶🏻

I’m thinking of posting little one shots between ASSDWD chapters, let me know if you guys are interested in that👀

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #avatarsmut #neteyam sully #avatar twow #neteyam smut #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #and so she danced with death #sub!neteyam

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theblueflower05 · 8 months

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Working on a little hurt/comfort Sub leaning Neteyam fic. Takes place at High Camp, right after he comes back all banged and bruised up from the raid.

Gonna try to post tomorrow.

Also, the reader and Neteyam are parents in this one. Um, Neteyam as a father makes me absolutely feral holy shittttttt.

Tiny spoiler below! Let me know if you’re interested in a tag!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #dad neteyam #sub neteyam

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luvsforloak · 11 months

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Cuddles (modern au)

pairing: (basketball player) Lo'ak x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: no warnings

summary: y/n is tired from all the studying and waits for Lo'ak to come home from basketball practice.

words: 355 (im so sorry help)

taglist: @downbadforloak

a/n: it took tbh so much time to come up with this idea, its kinda embarrassing. but it was fun to write, if yall have more ideas lemme know

It was about 9pm at night and you were busy studying for your exams coming up. Even though it was only 9 you were really tired because of all of the studying. The only thing you wanted to do tonight was lay in Lo’aks arms and fall asleep. Sadly he was at basketball practice.

You were sitting at your desk looking out the window, waiting for Lo’ak to return. You slowly laid your head down on your desk, but you forgot that your laptop was laying right there, with a biology video open on youtube that you needed to help you study. Your head fell on your laptop, right at the spacebar causing the video to continue. You immediately jumped up from the scare, “oh shit…” you said while rubbing your eyes.

You decided to just go lay on the couch waiting for Lo’ak to return. While flopping on the couch you grabbed the tv remote and put on some netflix. You didn’t wanna fall asleep yet, but you were so tired, you immediately closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

“Hey babe i’m back.” Lo’ak said walking into your dorm room, “oh fuck ur asleep” he whispered to himself while putting his sports bag on the ground. He tippy-toed to the couch trying not to wake you. “Hmm…” you mumbled quietly in your sleep. He grabbed a blanket and put it over you while he sat next to you on the couch. You were curled up in a little ball, so he fitted perfectly next to you.

“Oh hey Lo’ak, how was practice?” you asked slowly sitting up, “it was good, I’m sorry that im late, it’s just my c-” he couldn't even finish his sentence, “no. no. no. don't apologise. It’s fine” you laid your head on his shoulder snuggling in his arms. “Can you maybe help me study tomorrow? It’s just all so difficult and I don't understand anything” you asked him yawning as if you were about to fall asleep. “Ofcourse baby, I’m not really smarter then you, but we can try” he said laughing a little bit. “Goodnight Y/n”

#loak sully #loak #avatar #loak fluff #loak x reader #loak x you #avatar fanfic #atwow #atwow fanfic #loaksdog #loak sub #basketball #avatar the way of water #neteyam #jake sully #neytiri #aonung #roxto

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wheneclipsefalls · 6 months

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Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing.

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan.

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time.

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.”

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him.

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!”

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically.

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process.

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?”

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug.

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai.

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually.

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance.

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed.

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega.

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence.

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it.

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look.

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair?

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all.

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side.

“Do you want me to hit her?”

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of.

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve.

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.”

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.”

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience.

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast.

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him.

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy.

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there.

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group.

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register.

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily.

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega.

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate.

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age.

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized.

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap.

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted.

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire.

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same.

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.”

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over.

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment.

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate.

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being.

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal.

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away.

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes.

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night.

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes.

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled.

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance.

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it.

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed.

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another.

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s.

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression.

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain.

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure.

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning.

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit.

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead.

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure.

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior.

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it.

More than worth it.

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y’all imagine jake sully okay? JAKE SULLY coming back from hunting party (if that’s a thing lol) and found you curled up on the bed you share almost half asleep thinking how you’re adorable and small until you decide to tease him and he ends up fucking you — cuddle fucking 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings - smut, yep it’s a smut!! neck kissing & biting, side ways fucking, clit stimulation, and cum stuffing also reader is the one who starts to tease alright, idk i’ll edit it if i find any other notes i’ll have to add :P happy reading!

“cuddle-fücking you.” — jake sully (⨳)

he did it again.

jake sully stood you up for another hunting party and he can’t imagine how he’s starting to hate himself now. “i’ll be back by eclipse, princess” he had said when he left and it’s now almost over, the eclipse.

climbing fast to your shared hammock, jake moves the fabric used as a door and walks inside, he wanted to call your name but couldn’t because you’ll probably be sleeping. “knucklehead.” he curse himself.

even the kids are already asleep too. your mate walks to your shared small room and was greeted by your figure laying on the bed you two share. fuck you jake sully, fuck you.

trying not to disturb you, he removes his fighting tools from his body and place them on the mat as gentle as possible. jake slowly walks to the bed and kneels on it making the bed to sink and cause you to shuffle at your sleep

on eywa he swore how breathtaking you are just sleeping with a relaxed face.

right after he let himself slid under the sheet, jake bits his lips hard when you move and call for him. “ma jake?” his heart pinches, he feels so bad. “i’m here baby, right here.” he quickly press his chest to your back as your face is turned to the other direction.

“mhm,” you sigh, satisfied when he pulls you to him by the waist. “how did the party go? did you wound yourself?” you, half awake, feel jake nod against your back. “i didn’t, princess i’ll all good” he tells you it went good.

you smile when you feel him press light feathered like kisses on the curve of your neck. “it’s ticklish” your voice was so pretty to him. everything, everything about you is pretty.

you feel jake finally let a relieved and satisfied sigh out, pulling you close to him. your mate loved spooning and you didn’t complain. it’s the best thing ever, he called it a human thing they do on earth but here, with you. deciding to call it a night out, you press yourself to jake more causing your ass to be pressed against his pelvis.

you closed your eyes and felt yourself sighing and your body doing the same like jake, and a smile touched your lips again.

then you felt it.

it was a subtle movement against your ass. his lower body had stirred, but that often happened when he laid down so you try to push the thoughts of what you’re thinking back to your brain. plus he didn't react to it anyway, so you chalked it up to the beginnings of a sleep boner.

then you felt it again.

you fight the urge to move against him. jake looked super tired and his deeper breathing told you that he was probably getting the sleep he needed. you pushed away the dirty thoughts that were starting to come to your mind in favor of letting him sleep.

yet you felt it yet again, and this time it was harder.

your mate inhaled and exhaled deeply, pushing his hips into you ever so slightly. that coupled with the feeling of his warm breath against your neck, and the lingering remnants of his scent he probably brought over him while hunting was making your body heat up.

the warmth beginning between your legs and spreading through your body. you try to cover your whimper while a light sleeping cough and gulp down your sinful sounds. now the feeling of tiredness and sleep empty, you’re trying to slow down your shallow breath.

his cock twitched again and you reflexively arched into him more, your ass pressing against his half erection. his lips parted and he let out a very soft moan in response. you chided yourself for moving and possibly waking him, but he still seemed to be sleeping.

jake on other hand was trying not to push his clothed yet growing bulge against your ass. he knows you’re tired and dosed off, but your unintentional ass pressing to him was making him hard by every second passing.

you squeezed your thighs together to feel a little friction and was rewarded with a couple short pulsing contractions. not a full orgasm, but enough to make your close your eyes because it felt good. you did it again when you felt his cock throb against you once more, and you started to feel the need to feel full.

you were starting to feel your moisture leaking out of you and dampening your loincloth, and you secretly wished he would wake up on his own so that you wouldn't feel guilty for waking him. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together again and jake felt his cock throbbed against you. this time he moaned a little louder and pushed his hips against you harder.

oh shoot! you scream inside.

you were about to apologize for waking your mate from his slumped before you felt him holding your hip with his free hand and began rutting against you. you could feel his abs contract and his body shaking as he moved his hips, the friction causing him to moan.

every sound and short cut sighs that escaped his lips made your pussy throb, and you started to rhythmically push your ass against his cock. your eyes shoot open when kisses are delivered to your exposed neck.

“jake,” your voice was soft and whisper, constantly reminding yourself the kids are asleep. the two of you kept this dance until jake was the first to make a move and remove the clothing for your breast made out of leaves.

jake, with closed eyes smile when he hears gou shushing yourself as your nipple roll between his fingers. he was massaging you so well. he began kissing your neck as he continued rutting against you, and you kept squeezing your thighs together as you pushed back against him.

the sound of sharp inhaled and soft moans filling the silence, you two kept rubbing on each other while you’re both supposed to be cuddling and sleeping.

gradually his hand crept down your belly, his fingers dipping between your legs. a long "fuuuck," exhaled in your ear, feeling how you had soaked through your own loincloth. you moaned at the feeling of him touching you, and you arched into him harder as a reward. this was definitely a mutual hormones.

jake, by now probably had leaked a pre cum cause of how you’re sexy when pushing back against him. you were about to roll over and see for yourself, but he began whispering instructions in your ear. "take these off," he breathed while pulling down the waistband of your loincloth.

you lifted your hips to help him remove them, and somehow he got his own off without getting out of bed. jake pulled away slightly and you felt him grab his dick and stroke it slowly while letting out a long exhale. "i’ve got something for you," he said.

be then brought his index finger to your lips and smeared his precum across them. you then opened your mouth and began sucking the salty liquid from his finger, loving the taste of him and thanking him for reading your mind and being so thoughtful. jake hisses when you lightly bite onto his finger.

“mhm.” your moan vibrates against his fingers and his cock twitches. jake pushes his cock in between your thighs almost on a thigh-fucking mode to lubricate his length with your nectar. you try to arch your back and press your ass more to him and whine when he bucks away, teasing you.

“you’re an impatient little thing huh? you don’t like me teasing you?” he mockingly ask, “i thought you were tired, lover girl.” you moan when his tip rubs your clit before he draws his thrust. “what if i want to tease you?” you can literally imagine the stupid grin on his face.

you lick your lips, chest having up and down fast. your back, for millionth time arches when the fat girth of his cock slips between your folds and he thrusts mid way inside your hole before stopping. oh no he did not.

“baby…” you almost cry at his torture. you’re chasing your blinding orgasm while he keeps pulling you from the cliff end to jump. “tell me, princess, what do you want?”

“you.” you say fast feeling his chest roar when he chuckles quietly. “not so shy, mhm?” oh shut up and fuck me! you wanted to say loud but you bite your tongue for him to give you what you want.

“jake.” you warn, a tiny tint of desperation found in your voice. “uh-uh, not till you say it” his cock was driving you insane, if only he could bottom out in you. “please baby, please.” you’re begging, pride thrown aside for now.

you were such a whore, “say it, pretty girl.” he demanded moving painfully slowly, “or else imma have to—“ he starts to pull out. “fuck me! please jake fuck me!” thank eywa it was night time now or you wouldn’t survive with the blush tinting allover your face.

"good girl," he moaned as he began fucking you deeper, grabbing your hip so hard it hurt. every thrust you could feel in your chest as he drove deeper, and you felt your orgasm building. jake slowed down and started long stroking while grabbing your breast so hard that it hurt in the best way.

you moaned as he fucked you slowly, arching your back as much as you could so that he was bottoming out with every thrust. you wanted to cum so bad and you know you’ll make it. he slid his hand between your legs again and started to massage your clit.

it only seemed like jake was reading your mind, but in reality he knew you, he could tell you were getting frustrated by the sound of your silent voice and by the way you tried to move your hips and encourage him to go faster. “easy girl,” he laughs at you.

you moaned louder and you almost felt your orgasm in your grasp. he moved his finger left and right across your clit just like you liked, driving himself deep inside you, breathing hard in your ear and edging you closer and closer. “that’s it baby, do it again” he growls. “tightening on me.” you do it again and jake let a deadly moan out.

"you feel so good, baby," he moaned. "so fucking tight." you clenched around his dick at his words and he moaned again. you could tell he was close to losing control. his thrusts were becoming jerkier, and he was panting in between moaning expletives. “so. fucking. tiny.” he growls.

your man, jake removed his hand from between your legs and replaced it with yours, and you started to rub your clit, essentially masturbating on his dick. “ngh, jake… f-feels so good” you cry out, eyes widening when you feel him lifting your leg, holding it in the air, and starting to fuck you hard and fast again, making you moan loudly.

“shh, you’re gonna wake the kids.” you nod, drunk with pleasure. your body tensed as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, and you cried out every time your pussy squeezed his dick. but jake didn't stop. he fucked you hard through your orgasm, not caring how hypersensitive you were becoming or how you felt like you couldn't take anymore.

deep voice hovers over your ear, “take it, you’re doing good. make me cum.” your ears perk up when he requests to make him cum. but the overstimulation was becoming too much. just before you were about to tap out you felt his dick get even harder and more rigid.

he’s so close.

you bit your lip and let him keep fucking you because you were a big girl and you could take the beating he was giving you as he chased his own orgasm. jake suddenly slowed down, signaling that he was right there. it was his tell that he was about to come and you mentally started the countdown.

jake growls and bottoms out while his hand his still on air with your legs held up. “baby.” he whines, he fucking whines and your inside tighten. “jake please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for now. “give me it.” you tell him.

that was the last push to send him over edge and making him fully bottom out in you and spill his frustration and tiredness in you. “taking me so well, i know princess i know” he says seeing how your whole body tensed when he filled you up.

“such a good girl for me only.”

“you’re amazing,” he tells you his voice already tired. “you’re amazing too, ma jake.” he smiled and playfully bite your shoulder. “i love you” he says not waiting for a respond cause him still being inside you was an “i love you too”

too spent to move, you don’t even tell him to pull out and lean against him ready to sleep. everything is now peaceful making you both easily drift to a deep slumber.

uhm-uhm *clears throat* this was a 2k+ words worth it i think. but like seriously, i’m scared i’ll lose my interest in human men because this obsession isn’t obviously right 😐 — hope you enjoyed reading! like + reblogs are appreciated and not pressured!! mwah i love each and everyone of you babies.

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