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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: you love teasing the Olo'eyktan's oldest son, but how much will he let you push before he snaps?

Warnings: childhood friends to rivals to lovers, angst, slight enemies to lovers but they're just dumb, (aged up) nsfw, kinda dom Neteyam, inexperienced reader, p in v

Pull, Equilibrium

It started when you were young.

Your infatuation with Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan came on hard, and swift.

It was your fifth cycle around the moon. A group of children came together to play and fish in a small pond. Neteyam, though only a year your senior, was much more skilled than any of you. One of the perks of being the future Olo'eyktan.

He showed you how to hold the line, how to feed the bait onto the carved hook. When you failed time and time again, he waited until no one was looking, and shoved his own fish into your hands. He pulled them up over your head, declaring that you had the first catch of the day.

You beamed, an expression that was reserved only for him for the next several years.

He was a pillar in your life. Always there, a gentle teacher when things were hard. He coached you for weeks before you tamed your own Ikran. Helped you master the bow. Supported you at your coming of age ceremony. Painted your skin with traditional warriors paint before missions. He was your rock, providing stability at every turn.

Until...he wasn't.

One day, as if a flip simply switched, he became cold. When you returned from hunting parties, he was no longer on the sideline waiting. He avoided you around the village, turning the opposite direction if he saw you coming near. If you managed to hold his attention for even a few seconds, he exchanged pleasantries and quickly excused himself.

Your best friend was gone. Just like that.

You had no idea what was going on. Nothing had happened, no fight, no betrayal, nothing you could think of that would tear him away so swiftly. From that day on you tried your hardest to break through the newly formed wall between you.

When he sat alone weaving, you would occupy the space beside him and talk until he responded politely. If he was going on an adventure with his siblings, you'd ask to join, knowing at least one of them would agree. You'd wait around outside his family tent, ready to trail him to wherever he was going.

That is, until one day, when he returned from a hunt and told you how he really felt.

“Eywa, will you just stop?” He turns abruptly, making you lurch to a halt in order to avoid ramming into him.

“What—I don't understand, 'Teyam. Did something happen—” A hopefulness shakes your voice. Hope that it isn't you. That something happened on the hunt to make him so irritated.

“You're so annoying, always following me around.” His hands gesture harshly, anger tightening his face. “Don't you have any friends to bother?”

You simply stood before him, gaping for several long moments. By the time the words processed, he'd already fled with a rough breath. That was the day things really changed between you.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a reason for the sudden shift. His parents, always thinking of the future, had told him a mate would be chosen for him soon. He would be the next Olo'eyktan, after all, and the pairing must be suitable for the prosperity of the clan.

They chose you.

From that moment, you became more than a friend. You became an obligation. Another addition to the long list of expectations his parents piled onto his shoulders. He crumbled under the weight, directing his spite to you since he couldn't show disrespect to his elders. It ate at him, the way he treated you, but the damage had already been done.

At first, you were sad. Many tears were shed over the situation. Many lonely nights spent at the secret spots the two of you had once frequented. Then, you got angry. Who was he to abandon you without reason? Without explanation?

So, you did what any vengeful woman would do and decided to get even.

You decided you would get his attention one way or another. Several methods proved successful. When you challenged him, his eyes would zero in on you, something dark flickering behind the glowing yellow. If you bested him, he'd huff and stalk off, shoulders tense. But if you teased him? That really got the reaction you were looking for.

He'd challenge you to races, and you'd win nearly every time, never wasting an opportunity to gloat.

“Oh, you were so close. Maybe next time.” Your voice is sickly sweet as you release your queue from your Ikran, feet hitting warm stone.

Neteyam lands a moment later, quickly dismounting his own beast. He turns on you, chin dipped, eyes hooded as they slice through yours harshly. “You cheated.”

“Don't be jealous just because I know a shortcut.” A huff falls from your lips as you smooth a braid away from your face.

“You always do this.” Fists clench at his sides, mouth slanting into a deep frown.

“Do what? Beat you?” You blink up at him innocently, and he seethes.

He seemed to always get angry if you put yourself in harms way, scolding you just as he would his siblings.

“You should not be so stupid.” He points a finger directly in your face, shoulders hunched with tension.

“You should not be so uptight.” You mimick his stance, poking a finger into his broad chest.

He growled, actually growled, the sound sending a flutter from your stomach to the heat between your legs. He took a step toward you, hand extending before he thought better and pulled it to his side.

“Be more careful, or next time I will tell your father.” He stalks off in a huff, leaving you to smirk victoriously to yourself.

After some testing, and pushing, you realized that nothing riled him up quite like the sight of you with another man.

You used this to your advantage, waiting until he was in view to share a few lingering touches or soft glances. You never took it too far, knowing it wasn't fair to give anyone the wrong idea. Your actions were innocent enough, but still, they made his blood boil.

He noticed every touch, every smile, every tiny little interaction. He was constantly distracted by it. Hearing the way the other men talked about you, that was hard enough, but seeing it right in front of him? It was almost too much to bear.

The moment he'd had enough came just after your twentieth birthday celebration. The entire clan came together to dance and sing, lifting you up in prayer for a good future. He was looking for you toward the end of the party, eyes flicking over the crowd. He was about to give up, go back to the family tent for the night, when he heard you.

His gaze snapped to the edge of the forest. You emerged with a burst of melodic laughter, head thrown back in joy. You weren't alone. One arm dragged behind you, fingers entwined with another's. Instantly, he saw red, his vision blurring until that small connection was the only thing in sight.

He stalked toward you without hesitation, something pulling at his heart when your smile dropped.

“A word?” He barks the order, giving you no time to protest as he rips your hand free and drags you back into the trees.

“Neteyam, what's going on?” Your voice is breathless as you lurch forward, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

He doesn't stop until you reach a secluded section of the forest, surrounded by glittering foliage. He turns on you, quickly dropping your hand.

“What were you doing with that boy?” The question is ground out through a tight jaw.

You stumble back in surprise. “I don't see how that's any of your business.”

“When someone touches you, it is my business.”One large step closes the distance again. “Did he touch you, Y/N?”

“I—” This dance continues, you moving back and him advancing, stalking you like prey. “I don't—”

“Answer the question.” His voice drops, the raspy demand making you swallow thickly, something fluttering deep in your stomach. The intensity of his eyes burns through you.

You don't stop moving, walking backward until rough bark presses into your spine. Neteyam meets you there, looming over you from only a few inches away.

“No.” The response isn't as firm as you would've liked, your voice wobbling with some unknown emotion.

“No, he didn't touch you?” He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, one hand moving up to rest against the tree above your head. “Or no, you won't answer?”

You lift your chin in defiance, gaze locking with his in silent challenge. A sudden brashness wafts through you. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/N, I swear...” His jaw clenches so hard he fears he might crack a tooth. He doesn't even sound like himself, breathing ragged and voice deep.

“What are you gonna do, mighty warrior?” A smirk tilts the corner of your lips, seeing how worked up you've gotten him.

He growls darkly, free hand moving to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp parting your lips just before he connects them with his. He isn't gentle, lips slanting over yours as he takes the final step forward to eliminate any remaining space between you.

With his chest pressed against yours, you feel the rapid cadence of his heart. You can't help but instantly respond, stomach dipping. A pathetic sigh echoes from the trees, your hands lifting to wrap around his thin waist.

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He rips his lips from yours, instead moving to litter your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head all but slams against the tree as you throw it back in ecstasy. “You push, and push, just waiting for me to break. Isn't that right?”

A ragged moan falls from parted lips as sharp fangs nip at your skin.

“Say it.” He demands, moving back to pin you in place with a heated glare.

“Yes, yes.” You cage his face between your hands, pulling him back in.

Your lips slot together perfectly, moving in a feverish frenzy. He hums against you, knee knocking into yours to force your legs apart. He pushes his leg up, wedging his muscular thigh between yours.

He groans as your heat warms his skin, covering the sound of your desperate gasp. In an instant he grips your wrists, pining them above your head with one hand while the other moves to rip your loincloth from your hips.

“Is this okay?” He asks a moment too late, but you're too delirious with desire to care. Your head bobs quickly and he wastes no time in reconnecting your lips.

He holds you in place, strong thigh supporting your weight as you begin trembling. Your hips rut against his strong thigh, seeking friction. A broken sound pours into his mouth when his smooth skin catches your clit. Your core pulses with want, aching to be filled.

You've never felt like this, so out of control with desire. You don't know exactly what's going on, just that you need something. Anything to satiate this feeling. A tightness swells in your lower belly. Neteyam groans against you when he feels your slick against his leg.

He can't wait any longer, trailing a feather light touch down the column of your throat, your chest, your stomach, until he reaches the place he wants to be most.

“I need to stretch you, yawne (beloved).” He warns, just before a finger tentatively prods at your entrance.

You cry out against the foreign feeling, though the digit slides right in without protest. You tremble against him, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around the intrusion.

“‘Teyam!” You use the nickname that hasn't passed your lips in years, head tilting back as he gently thrusts his finger a few times.

“Yeah, that's right.” He grumbles, chest tight with emotion, adding another digit. “Say my name, sevin (pretty).”

“‘Teyam, ‘Teyam, ‘Teyam!” You cry out with each languid push against your sex, hips rocking to force him deeper.

He grunts against your neck, forehead pressed into you for support. He's painfully hard beneath his loincloth, hips rutting into yours shakily. He could cum from this, the noises you're making pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

He adds a third finger, and you wail pathetically, the pleasurable sting unlike anything you've felt before.

“‘Teyam, need you, please.” You don't care that you're begging, that he's gotten the best of you in this situation. You just need him to quench this desire, this emptiness suddenly fluttering your insides.

“Fuck, Y/N. You're not ready yet.” His voice is guttural, tormented with the wait, but he needs to make sure he won't hurt you.

You groan in protest, ripping your hands free of his loose hold. He's momentarily stunned as you undo his loincloth in record time. Your fingers wrap around his length, and he mewls. His hips snap forward, broken noises rumbling against your shoulder.

“Now, Neteyam.” You demand, angling his tip at your entrance.

“Shit, yawntutsyip (darling), wait.” His fingers leave you, but you barely have time to register the way your pussy clenches before he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He carries you a few steps to a clearing and gently lays you down, back now pressed against soft grass. You smile up at him as he leans over you, fingers soothing over his cheeks.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes glittering under the eclipsed sun.

“Hi.” He can't help but grin, heart soaring at the position. He finally has you the way he wants, the way he's always wanted but was too stupid to realize.

“Ready?” He grips his pulsing cock and lines it up to you, gaze boring into yours to make sure.

“For you, always.” Your arms wrap around his neck languidly, pulling him in as he gently eases inside you.

Your back bows from the earth, chest pressing into his. He releases a ragged breath, eyes pinching at the way you're squeezing him. Slowly, slowly, he presses on until he bottoms out, tip nestled tightly against your womb.

“Neteyam…” You whimper, brows pinched, unsure what you’re even asking for.

“I know, baby, I know.” He coos gently, fingertips pushing stray braids from your forehead. “Gonna move now, okay?”

“Please.” You nod vigorously, legs tightening around his hips in encouragement.

“Fuck.” The curse slips past tight lips as he pulls out, slowly pressing back in to test the feeling.

“More, more.” Your head thrashes, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.

His forearms press into the dirt, caging you in as they support his weight. He grits his teeth, restraint tightening his chest. “Don’t want to hurt you, yawne (beloved)."

You groan with frustration and decide to take matters into your own hands. With your legs, still wrapped tightly around his hips, you twist harshly. The two of you roll to the side, Neteyam’s back hitting the ground with the force of the movement.

Wide eyes meet yours in surprise, the expression quickly morphing into one of pure ecstasy as you pull back until his cock is nearly all the way out before slamming back down.

“Fuck, Y/N, wait—” Fingers clamp around your hips to force you still.

Your core rolls forward, grinding your clit just how you need against him. You’re a moaning, stuttering mess, blubbering on top of him. Hands move to press into his strong stomach, stabilizing your efforts.

“Oh, Eywa.” His eyes roll back, hands going slack to allow you more freedom. He’s gone, all composure forfeit under the need to cum, the need to make you cum.

He slides a hand to your front, thumb pressing into your clit gently. You let out a ragged, broken noise, and he circles the digit, needing to hear it again.

“‘Teyam! I—I think…” Breath catches in your throat, muscles tensing around him. Something swells in your lower belly, an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasurable feeling.

He growls, the friction sending his pulsing cock closer to the edge. “Atta girl, come on. Cum for me.”

In an instant you’re frozen, pussy clenching hard until it gushes around him. You scream, the sound echoing through dense trees as you tremble with the force of your orgasm. Your back bows, bringing your closer to him as he lurches upright to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Y/N—I’m gonna—can I?” It's a desperate plea, the last bit of restraint he has left used to hold off his impending orgasm.

You nod quickly, arms encircling his head. “Yes, yes. Fill me up, yawnetu (love).”

He ruts against you, spilling into your core with a rough growl. His fangs nip at your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but to leave a little sting. He pulls you tight against him, arms crossing around your back.

Ragged breaths fill the forest as you both settle into stillness. Your fingers rub gentle circles into the back of his neck, his own smoothing down your sides. You feel the quick thrum of his heart against yours as he twitches inside you, making you whimper pathetically into his ear.

He gently lifts you, pulling out, your core spasming against the movement. He lays down in the grass, taking you with him, tucking you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. A contented sigh leaves your lips, eyes closing to bask in the afterglow for several minutes.

“You’re mine now, you know that right?” His voice is gentle, no authority behind the words, just speaking them as plainly as the truth.

You chuckle gently, nestling closer to his chest. “I’ve always been yours, ‘Teyam.”

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sweetsault · 3 months

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Thinking about the time Inej dragged Kaz along with her to Ravka, to introduce him to her whole family. Her mother baked him some bread, and her father really liked his card tricks, they even offered him a place in their show, but he declined, almost laughing at the idea, and she loved to see him smile like that.

And then Inej’s cousins invited her to dance with them.

It was a traditional Suli dance, and Inej even got dressed up for it, and she felt like home wearing the real Suli silk again. And as they danced, she was in the core of the show.

And Kaz was swept off his feet. He couldn’t say a word. He just watched, and his head was empty as it’s never been. In the middle of the dance, he realised she was looking right into his eyes, smiling. And he felt like he was dancing with her.

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strawberri-blonde · 10 months

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He’s Mine - Neteyam

Photo credit to the beautiful , the amazing @cinetrix

Summary: Some people think you don’t deserve Neteyam and you have them begging for forgiveness

Warning: Graphic content. Blood. Fighting. Rough language. Dirty Talk. Illusions to smut. Breeding kink? Lmk if you see anything else.

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Everyone knew that you and Neteyam were tied together. Every since the first hunt the two of you went on with other Na’vi your age, who was trying to prove their self worth to the clan. You and Neteyam were paired together and you two managed to hunt down a hammerhead titanothere also known as an ‘angtsìk. For two young adult Na’vi, to hunt these massive creatures at such an age, the clan knew you’d be a perfect fit. Even Eywa showed her blessing from her seedlings. Whenever you and Neteyam would take a midnight stroll in the beautiful forest the essence seeds danced from the both of you like they were celebrating your Union. However, the both of you weren’t mated yet. Neteyam was a traditional man and that made you love him even more. “Just a few more days, yawne.” He whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss to your forehead in front of anyone to see.

At first, it was weird to see the two of you together because of your hard exterior. Your father Tsu’tey had raised you to be a strong warrior who’d let no one see your emotions and you did just that. But Neteyam was the exception to this rule. When y’all were alone you’d always shower him with kisses, you even prepared all the meals, making him lunch then wrapping them in razor palm leaves to insure the freshness and the thick leaves should keep the food safe for your mate to eat whenever he pleases. You even loved helping him braid and wash his hair. You couldn’t help wash his body despite you begging some nights, because like I mentioned earlier Neteyam is a traditional man. He wanted to wait until the next eclipse and you were more than happy to wait for him. Your only goal in life was to make your future mate happy, that’s why it had your blood fuming in rage as you listened to the group of Na’vi who attended your age group in the training sessions to speak down about your feelings for the future Omaticaya Olo’eyktan.

Your lips curled downward, and your upper lip lifted, exposing your sharp fangs. A soft growl pushed its way from your throat as the group of three, a man and two women, spoke harsh words.

“She doesn’t even knowledge him in public.” Seeing the shorter stature and the slicked-back braids you immediately knew it was Katara, she was a beautiful Omaticaya woman with a strong forehead, and even stronger jawline. She always had her lustful eyes on your mate.

“Yeah it’s like she has this cold shoulder to everyone.”Azusa was Katara's friend, and the two girls were like sisters. Although she had softer features, and soft curls to match, you couldn't deny that she was a smart warrior. Her mind made up for her lack of physical strength, sometimes.

“She just thinks she’s better than everyone just because she’s a good warrior.” Bolin. The name left a bad taste in your mouth. He was always jealous that you were smarter and stronger than him. He especially hated that you denied him courtship. How could you, as a strong Omaticaya woman, ever mate with someone who was less than you?

“I bet Neteyam is scared of her. That’s why they’re not mated yet.”

“He wouldn’t be scared of me. Um, the things I’d do-“

“Katara.” You listened to Azusa’s playful scream as you crouched low, stalking your prey, making no noise to be heard.

“What who wouldn’t want the Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan to keep them nice and plump full of his babies. I’d proudly walk around with his seed running down my legs. ”

That was the final straw, and it only got better that you were in the forest, away from the village, where even if someone were to scream and plead for their life, no one would hear them. It was as if Eywa had intended it to be that way.

As rage filled your entire soul, your heart started to beat like a war drum. Your blood pulsed, feeling it in your veins. They were full and ready, as the adrenaline hit you like a stampede of hammerheads pushing through narrow paths in the Pandora forest.

You were smart with your attack. Bolin was your first prey, because you knew to always take out the bigger “threat” first. Hiding in the leaves until the last second, you grabbed your knife and slashed the backs of his legs right in the creases of his knees, sending him onto his kneecaps with his screams echoing in the air. But not for too long, as you grabbed the back of his head to slam his nose right into your knee. Not only did you do it once, but you did it again and again, until you knew he was unconscious. You couldn’t feel pain, only the most intense anger.

“Bolin.” Azusa screamed in terror while Katara grabbed her knife ready to defend herself. Both of the girls eyes widen. When you're scared, your eyes might widen and your pupils will dilate. This is because your body is preparing for a potential threat and needs to take in as much information as possible. Seeing the animalistic act that you just did to their friend, it had the Na’vi women beyond terrified.

Despite originally planning to save Katara for last, you acted quickly and went for her since she had the knife. Perhaps you still had a chance to achieve your goal because fortunately, you had trained with her, so you knew her moves and her faults. Katara tends to step with her swing, which makes her stances unbalanced and easy to overcome. When the shorter woman lunged forward, you blocked her hit by swinging your arm clockwise while holding a tight fist. Azusa tried to tackle you meanwhile you quickly stomped down on Katara's shin with your heel, distracting her, and spun around to grab Azusa's swinging arms, manipulating them behind her back. “Drop the knife or I broke her neck.”

With your left hand, you held onto her wrists and used the other hand to grab Azusa’s knife that she always kept by her thigh. You pressed the blade against her throat, causing the woman to sob in fear. A sinister grin appeared on your heart-shaped lips, which Neteyam loved so much. “No, no, no, please,” she pleaded.

“She’s my sister.” You pressed the knife rather allowing blood to drip between her small nonexisting breasts. No good for mothering babies, you thought then Katara words from early flashed in your brain.

“-who wouldn’t want Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan keep them nice and plump full of his babies-“ “the things I’d do-“

As you let out a loud hiss that sounded more like a roar, mimicking that of a Palulukan, which means 'dry mouth bringer of fear,' Katara's throat tightened up to the point where she was gasping for air. She begged you, “Y/n, please.” You cut Azusa higher on her neck, causing both girls to cry out in fear and pain.

“Drop.” You spat out. “The fucking knife.” The English word felt like Azusa’s knife had pierced both of their ears as well.

“Okay.” Katara cried out throwing the knife where Bolin laid face down still unconscious. “Okay, Y/N. I-I,” the Nav’i raised her hands in a surrender as she strubbled into the base of a huge tree. “Why are you doing this?” Seeing her finally find some composure to form her words you hissed another time at her stupidity. Slashing down, you cut Azusa’s blue skin for the third time accidentally making it look like claw-work from a predator.

“Neteyam is mine.” Your voice was carried strong but in a low-pitched, guttural sound; almost in an ominous tone. Your voice sounded like it came from the depths of the demon plant called earth, with a slow and deliberate pace that sends shivers down Azusa and Katara spines. “And when I’m done with you,” you could feel Azusa shaking terribly as you spoke. “You’ll never be able to look at him again.” The menacing tone in your voice was powerful. Then suddenly as Azusa started to shake she went limp in your arms.

“Azusa.” Katara pleaded as the girl’s turquoise eyes rolled in the back of her head.

You pulled on her loose curls to tilt her head back to see in fact that she’d passed out. “Pathetic.” You spit in the girl’s face then pushed her to the ground next to Bolin. “You girls.” You tainted aiming the weapon at the scared written expression. “You whores think you are privileged enough for Neteyam’s semen?” You slashed at Katara’s face, making the girl cry harder, causing her tears to mix with her blood stained cheek. You grabbed her throat in your hands enjoying the way it felt to have her life in her hands. “Eywa blessed us.” You cut her again this time on her jaw line damaging her one good feature. “I’m his capable mate-”

“Y/n.” Hearing that heavenly voice, you turned in the direction while maintaining your grip on Katara’s neck.

“Teyam?” Seeing the worry on his face caused you to halt your movements but your grip didn’t waiver. You needed her to know that, that godly man was yours.

He held his bow tightly and stood in a stiff posture, clearly in protective mode. “Ma’Y/n, when I didn't see you at our spot, I went tracking,' he said. He then caressed your cheek with his free hand, not paying attention to Katara. Hearing that he tracked you down and was waiting for you made your stomach feel warm. “And seeing this,” his amber eyes fired with rage as he looked at the bodies on the floor. He then turned to Katara, who was still pinned to the tree, and asked, “Yawne, did they hurt you?”

Of course, your sweet Neteyam knew that something had to have happened for you to lose your composure like this. It wasn't like you to act out; you kept to yourself and didn't allow anyone to read you. That's why so many people thought that you were cold, and to be honest, you didn't care. You only cared about what Neteyam thought of you. “Neteyam-“ you changed your venomous tone to a sweet one, but it was cut off by Katara sobbing.

“Are you kidding me? She’s an animal.” This cause you both to let out a hiss, Neteyam’s from defending you while yours was from anger. You stabbed her through the hand, sinking the knife that was made from an ikrans sharpened claw into the wood of the tree, despite her struggles and screams.

“Neteyam.” You snarled looking at your prey with harden eyes. “Tell her.” The Omaticaya Prince lovingly gripped the side of your head letting his thumb stroke your temple. And before he could ask you to explain you continued, “tell her what you’re going to do to me in 13 days on the night of the eclipse. Tell her.”

As the realization hit him, heat flushed his face, and he understood why you were acting like this and why this whole situation came to be. You were staking your claim on him. Neteyam wasn't dumb; he knew Katara had 'feelings' for him, but they never mattered to him. His amber eyes had always been on you ever since you won against him in a fight when you were both 12. Since then, he trained to be your worthy mate, someone you would trust to grow with and be a strong father for your future kids. He remembers praying to Eywa every night for her, to see that you would be the perfect match for him. You were a leader in his eyes, a strong one.

So it's fair to say Neteyam has always loved you, but it was the way you were claiming him, defending him from other possible threats. In a strange way, he felt so loved, so seen that not even his family or friends could make him feel that way. You loved him so much that you were willing to hurt for him. You were willing to kill for him. A feeling washed over him like none other, that could only be described as one thing: lust. It was a primal feeling. He let out a low growl that was like music to your ears. “Y/n, you know that if I wasn't a traditional man, I'd take you right here.” You couldn't help but moan as his words drowned out Katara's cries. Neteyam never looked at the pathetic woman once; all he could see was you. “I'd bend you over, using that pathetic excuse as an Omaticaya clan member as a step stool. I'd keep you stuffed to the brim,' his lips were barely touching yours now. 'Letting anyone see, so they know who you belong to.' Your lips parted as you began to grow absolutely drenched in your loincloth, making the material stick to you.

“But," you let out a whimper as he pulled you away from the girl, causing your hands to rest on his chest. "My respect and love for you outgrows my deepest desires, Ma'Y/n." Neteyam traced the necklace you wore, the first thing he gave you as a courting gift, and even though he's given you many wonderful treasures, this one is your favorite. To you, it signifies your love for each other. "So, in 13 days, we're going to celebrate our love in front of the clan by eating all sorts of amazing foods, and as tradition, I'm going to kill you the most wonderful beast and serve it to you along with the most delicious fruit that I'll gather. And maybe we'll dance," Neteyam said with his infamous toothy smile. You kissed his hands that cupped your face. "Then I'll take you to our spot," a waterhole that overlooked the Tree of Souls. "We will make Tsaheylu then I'll ravish you, darling." You groaned out loud, going to kiss him, but he pulled away, still keeping you in his arms as he pushed Katara back against the tree, noticing that she was trying to free her hand from the tree. "What?" Neteyam hissed out in annoyance. "You think you're getting out of this?"

“Neteyam, please.” Katara cried out but he wasn’t going to listen. She disrespected you. “I understand now.” His primal instinct grew as the need to protect you washed over the man.

He growled as he wrapped his large hand around the girl’s throat squeezing until her blue face turned purple. “No, I don’t think you do.” You nuzzled against his chest seeing him stand up for you. “I’m going to split her open with my cock and spill my cum in her over and over again, until my scent is engraved in her skin.” You slipped a hand on his waist scared that you actually might touch yourself if not careful. “And she’ll carry all of my heir until I say we have enough. And if you think you could come between us then I guess I’ll have to kill you.” As his grip tightened Katara started to beg for her life.

“No, no, Neteyam, I understand. I understand!” She wailed making you smirk at her demise. “You’re together and I actually thank that your perfect for one another. I promise.” Neteyam liked her words.

“Keep begging.”

“I’m not even half the woman Y/n is. I swear I’m not. I’m pathetic.” The girl sobbed making her tears wash away most of the blood that the cuts caused. “Ple-please mighty warrior. I’ll be the first one to cheer as you both enter a room. I promise. Promise so, so, so good.” The way that she was chocking on her tears satisfied your rage so much. Neteyam nodded his head pointing at her chest.

“I won’t kill you.” This had Katara sob from happiness until the man spoke again. “Unless you tell anyone what happened here today. Or if me, or my mate, hear one disrespectful thing coming from your thin lips. Got that. Yeah, actually don’t even look at her wrong, or I’ll kill you and dump your body from the shy, so there’s nothing left of you when you hit the unforgiving rocks from the Hallelujah Mountains. Do I make myself clear?” The woman nodded but it wasn’t good enough. “Do I make myself clear?” This time Neteyam’s voice rang through the forest causing birds to fly away from how threatening it sounded.

“Yes sir. I’m forever sorry for my behavior Neteyam. A-and Y/n pl-please accept my deepest apologies.” You untangled yourself away from Neteyam tapping his lower back signaling him to back up. Katara sighed from relief thinking she was free, but you then trapped her end with your palms resting on the bark on the either side of her head.

“One move Katara, the slightest look or even a giggle and Neteyam’s not the one to worry about.” Again, that same fear entered her eye from earlier. It satisfied you enough where you pushed back into Neteyam’s arms. As he circled his forearms around you, you turned to face your handsome warrior. You stood on your tippy-toes and gripped his hair underneath it all from the back of his head right on the nape of his neck, Neteyam knew this move, so he could only do one thing; meet you halfway. As your lips met in an intense, coveted way, you felt this electric surge through your body. You were addicted to his soft lips and the way your tongues always fought for battle. It had the both of your insides burn hot. The desire was almost too much to handle. It hurt with the burning sensation of need. Need for him to be inside you, and the need of your wet walls to be painted of nothing but him.

Neteyam was the first to pull away almost laughing which instantly had you feeling giddy. Not sparring the girl another look, Neteyam pulled you into his arms and began to walk the both of you in the direction of your waterhole. “Not now, my beautiful flower.” He kissed your head after you stepped over Azusa’s body. “Not yet.” Giggling to yourself you grabbed Neteyam’s hand and let the strong warrior pull you away from your troubles. As your eyes connected to the ground, you couldn’t help but look back at the three Na’vi for one last time to bask in your pride. Katara didn’t dare move and you knew she wouldn’t until you both were out of sight. Good. Bolin was still unconscious which wasn’t a surprise. You did kinda smash his head in quite a few times. Then as you looked at Azusa, you saw an eye immediately shut, when they noticed you staring. The girl faked passing out. Huh, maybe she was a smart girl after all.

Hey guys my first neteyam post and it wouldn’t be with @cinetrix this person truly inspires me to write. Also if there’s a speeding error or anything that looks wrong just lmk politely and I’ll change it!

~ Caroline

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quiwilove · 5 months

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Like a Tattoo - Chapter 1

Pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Omatikaya!Reader.

Synopsis: The Sully family have finally arrived in Awa'atlu where they are greeted with hostility from the locals. Neteyam soon gets to talk with the chief’s eldest daughter, who is rather unhappy with their presence.

Genre: Kind of Fluff??

Warnings: Mention of death, Chest exposure, Mention of explicit thoughts.

Word-count: 2.3k

Author’s note: First chapter woooooho!

Tabula rasa

Thud, thud, thud! The sharp needle numerously punctured the skin of the metkayina in front of you. You swiftly pulled it back and dipped it in the ink, just enough for the next few details. Your hand went back to working on the tattoo. Grunts and moans could be heard from the boy, who was evidently not used to the sting.

“I’m almost done, don’t worry.” You stated with a hint of annoyance. Your hands had been working without break since your waking. You were one of the few able to master the Metkayina craft of tattooing. As the ‘daughter’ of the Tsahik and chief of Awa’atlu, it was compulsory for you to be trained fittingly. Due to the fact that you weren’t their biological child your chances of becoming a Tsahik were nil, your teachings were rather more artistic and sensible than the traditional practices. Furthermore, your physique made the needlework easier for you. As an Omatikaya born on the reef, your hands were thin and your fingers lean. Even after twenty years of living on the island, you had gained some muscle on your body, but what was in your genes couldn’t be changed.

“Ow!” The boy yelped. Shit. You had again lost your focus. For the past two weeks you weren’t feeling yourself after having numerous dreams of a na’vi, unknown to you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled beneath your breath.

The final dot on your work was placed. As you looked at the tattoo, you couldn’t disregard the pleasing nature of it. It was just so beautiful. The black ink lines overlapped one another and smoothly followed their own lead. They were a story, written in poetic strokes.

Abruptly, the horn of the village rang. A sign of upcoming quests. But the hunting party wouldn’t be coming for at least five months, so who was it? You patted the boy on the shoulder indicating to him that he is ready. You put all your equipment to the side and you walked out to the commotion outside. You neared the mass of na’vi, who had gathered around the said guests. You pushed your way through them and walked to the front, your curiosity got the best out of you. There you were met with the sight of six shining yellow eyes. ‘Omatikaya.’ You thought. They were brisk to notice you, as you were a sight for sore eyes. The only familiar thing they have yet seen on Awa’atlu. Their stares burned through you with no shame. You politely said your greetings with a quiet ‘I see you.’ And a swing of your hand from your forehead onward.

“Jakesully, what makes you come to the reefs so suddenly?” You were a quite observant person, so his extra fingers and eyebrows weren’t overlooked. He seemed a little taken aback but then he composed himself and spoke with confidence, as much as he could.

“We seek uturu, a sanctuary for my family.”

“Uturu? But you are forest people, here you would be useless.”

“We’ll learn your ways!” The mighty Toruk Makto yelped.

“And until then? You need to be born on the reef to understand it.” You stated as you began to circle the outlanders. Looking for any possible threat evident in them. However, in the back of your mind you could sense that they were just a family forced to leave their home, desperate to find their path.

“And, who… are you?” The woman beside Jakesully hissed.

A sudden uproar was caught in the water, the Olo'eyktan had arrived.

“You’ll soon meet my parents, I hope that’s enough of an answer.” With heavy steps your father got closer and greeted the family. You turned to Tonowari and let him know of the situation regarding their guests. He hummed in understanding. Acknowledging that your presence wasn’t needed anymore, you returned to your hut. There you began to rearrange and wash your tools. ‘I need to gather some ink. Great…’ you thought as a small droplet of black liquid swished around on the bottom of the seashell.

You made your way to the shore in hopes of effortlessly catching an ‘ink fish’. Knees deep, you got into the warm water and threw your fishing net. To your dismay, your attempts were fruitless and you decided to wait a little bit longer. You were waiting for the perfect moment in which the fish would all gather in one place and as soon as you swung your arm to the side a few splashes scared off the tiny fish. You let out a sigh of frustration and looked at the source of the splash. It was one of the Omatikaya that came today. Your eyes widened, but you were quick to make a witty remark.

“So you stayed, I thought you might’ve some common sense and go somewhere… more familiar to you.”

“Hah, unfortunately for you, my family and I will be staying here for a while.” He laughed slightly.

“Yeah, you’ll bring your war here and then leave for the next village. Just perfect.” You moved your attention to the fish in the water, your goal unchanged.

“Why are you so hostile? I mean, aren’t you an Omatikaya yourself?” You glanced at him with narrow eyes. He looked to be around your age, with long braided hair and muscular body. When he talked he had a slight accent which was compelling when heard.

“It’s none of your business, forest boy.” You said with a sneer.

“Neteyam.” He added.

“What?” You uttered, confused by his remark.

“My name’s Neteyam, not ‘forest boy’, get it right next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, I’m preoccupied with work, so you won’t have to worry ‘bout that.” You replied.

“See you tomorrow then, Y/N.” He began to walk back to the land as you stood startled by his words. ‘How does he know my name?’ You thought and let out a faint ‘Huh’. Before you could question him further, he had already gone out of your reach. The frustrating encounter with Neteyam left you wondering and thinking. At that moment, you felt a light brush on your leg. ‘An ink fish, finally!’.

The dark sky was littered with countless stars, all representing a separate galaxy. They shined with all their might and regardless of their tiny appearance, the cosmic matter was heavenly enough to make a person lose themselves in the sight.

The water reflected their rays of light, likewise the reflection of the bonfire the metkayina had set up, lighted the whole shore. Each evening there was a big communal dinner gathering. The na’vi would sit around, share their food and stories. Today was no exception. Exhausted and starving from the long day, you sat by your parents and poured yourself some gilderfin. Your parents were engrossed in a conversation regarding the villages surrounding Awa’atlu and as their eldest you were often included in the important discussions.

“Dad, what are you talking about with mom?” You leaned forward to look at them more precisely.

“About Jakesully’s arrival. We are going to send some of our men to all the islands to inform the people about the current situation.” Your father told you as he put another piece of fish into his mouth.

“What about it?”

“Daughter, his war will always follow him and we need to be cautious.” You let out a soft ‘Mhm’ and continued to enjoy your dinner.

“I must not forget that you will be teaching their children with your brother and sister.” Your whole body tensed up.

“Father, with all due respect-“ He cut you off.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You turned your body fully towards him and you set your plate on the ground.

“I have so much work with mother and I have s-o-o many people waiting for me to tattoo them. You have to understand I don’t have time to teach them.” Your father was silent for a minute as if he was thinking over his decision.

“Your evenings will be free. It’s decided.” You sighed knowing that further negotiations will be futile. At the given moment the Omatikaya family were approaching the gathering. Your father gestured to them to come over and then motioned towards the food that stood in front of him. The Sullys sat by your family and helped themselves with a serving of the fish onto their wooden plates. They would often look your way which wasn’t left unnoticed by your father.

“As I have mentioned earlier, this is my eldest daughter Y/N, who will be responsible for your children’s teaching alongside Tsireya and Ao’nung.” You nodded to them as a way of greeting. The atmosphere around you turned awkward, no one spoke a single word. Tonowari, willing to break the silence, spoke up.

“How do you find your marui?” He asked.

“We’ve settled well.” Jake said and from then a conversation sparked up between them. They were engaging in small-talk which didn’t interest you. Instead you tried to find another source of entertainment. Tsireya and one of Jake Sully’s kids were quietly giggling and exchanging loving glances. Your sister was telling him how you’ll all explore the reef and he would be stunned by the beauty of it. You made yourself a mental note to ask Tsireya about the boy. Diagonally from you was Neteyam, who was still staring intently at you from the beginning of their arrival.

“Can you pass me some of the gilderfin?” Neteyam asked you with softness to his voice, even though his question wasn’t intended with any sort of lovely intonation. You took the big shell into your hands and stood up on your knees. You leaned towards him and handed the place. In this awkward position your necklace, which served as a piece to cover your chest, dangled and left your cleavage to slight exposure. You weren’t aware of the exposing posture you were in, so you were left wondering why his cheeks and ears were reddening. As for Neteyam, he was ashamed by his inappropriate thoughts, you were handing him some food and he was staring at your chest. His imagination getting the best out of him. He was an adult, a man, and those thoughts shouldn’t have bothered him but since Syay’s death it didn’t feel right. He was supposed to mate with her, to only think of her in those ways. But then death came… Neteyam quickly composed himself and took the shell.

For the first time he noticed the tattoos on your hands. The ink lines were wrapped around your fingers and wrist. They looked like waves crashing into each other in the most beautiful way.

“What do they represent?” You let out a ‘Hm’ and then followed his gaze where it had settled on your hands.

“A-a-a-h, well they represent my craft. My ‘usefulness’ if you can say.”

“Cool.” A tender smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah.”

After dinner you and Tsireya were in your family marui sorting out the remedies, which your mother assigned you to organize. You took the flaky herbs and twisted a string around them. Securing the dried plants and then dropping them in a wooden box. Their scent was strong enough to make a person dizzy. They smelt of fresh flowers and spice.

“Tsireya.” You called out to your sister.

“What is it?” She sweetly replied.

“What’s up with you and the Sully boy?” You looked into her eyes and stopped tying the herbs. Her ears perked up and her cheeks reddened.

“Oh, well-l-l, I try to be as welcoming to the whole family as I can.” She struggled to form a better excuse.

“Especially a warm welcome for him.” You teased her.

“I-“ You cut her off before she could say another word.

“What’s his name, sis?” You asked her.

“Lo’ak. He is very sweet and I’m sure we’ll be great friends!” Tsireya’s face was even more red than it had been previously.

“Right-t-t-t, you give your friends love eyes.” You dragged your words with laughter.

“You really love to run your mouth, ah? Well, what about Neteyam, I saw you talking with him on the shore. You were staring at each other so intently that I thought you’ll start making out infront of everyone!” You wanted to cut her off and tell her what actually happened. You raised your finger in the air, ready to abolish the claims. But she swiftly swatted your hand with a smile on her face.

“And then You did the same thing during dinner. I got sick from your staring at one another.”

“You are talking nonsense.” You shock your head.

“Just as you are!” She accused you.

“No I am not, because I can read you like a book, little sister. And also that encounter with Neteyam wasn’t pleasing at all. He was just annoying me and If I’m honest, kissing him would be the last thing I would do. He’s definitely not my type and I do not like him, period.”

“I would argue with you, but it seems as if you can’t get anything through your thick skull.” She poked your head.

“Rude.”

“You know who is rude? You!” Tsireya exclaimed, deeply troubled.

“Now this, really?” You put your hands up.

“Yeah, because since they came you have been so sour and unfriendly towards them!”

“Tsireya, don’t start with this. You heard father very clearly. Their war will always haunt them, let’s hope it doesn’t reach us, but it could. They will only bring pain with themselves.” You tried to make her understand this, but by the looks of it, her kindness and pure heart blinded her of the truth that laid within their new guests.

“They are good people,”

“I’m not saying that they aren’t but they have put our people in danger, imminent danger.”

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dilfs-bitch · 4 months

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Stxeli | Neteyam (NSFW)

Pairing: Neteyam Te Suli x Fem Human reader

Word count: 500

Summary: Neteyam receive his Christmas gift a little early

Warnings: Oral (m receive) size difference, hair pulling, face fuck.

Sorry if there are any misspelling, english is not my first language

The Omaticayas were traditional people for absolutely everything.

Be it their clothes, way of hunting, even the celebrations that were exclusive to their clan and among all these celebrations there was one that was from outside.

A human tradition that Jake took root in the clan that many still found meaningless and Neteyam was one of them, although this used to happen when he was still an innocent child who had not yet discovered the benefits that this special date brought with it.

But as the years passed by and the future Olo'eyktan finally became a man, Christmas began to have a special flavor with its own meaning that simplify to you, dressed in that red miniskirt with your eyes full of tears and eyebrows frowning giving him his Christmas gift a little early.

“ Fuck, just like that Yawne “. He groan, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble as he sighs, moving his hips slightly.

The movement makes you chok and it's difficult for you to breathe and then a single tear rolls from your eye down your flushed cheek as you feel the tip of his dick deep inside your throat, each time he does it again and again sending that warm thrill through each part of your body that seemed much smaller now that you were on your knees, with both of your smaller hands stroking the rest of hia cock that couldn't fit in your mouth.

The sight of Neteyam with his mouth slightly open and beads of sweat on his pecs makes your cunt clench around nothing yearning to feel him inside you. A choky moan come out of your mouth, the vibrations directly to his mushroom tip almost overwhelm him immediately resulting in his hand gripping a fistful of your hair to keep you in place as he moved his hips back leaving just the tip resting under the heat of your tongue.

“ Don’t look at me like that, you’ll make me cum”

As the word echoes throughout your ear a smile formed at the corner of your lips as your tongue circled the bulbous tip of his cock and your eyebrows furrowed when you doe eyed him but then it's a laugh erupted from deep in his chest as he moved his hips all at once, you mouth warm and wet. wrapping around his cock again makes you choke once again and this time Neteyam expected you to give his muscular thighs one or two slaps, but instead this your eyes shut close as another moan came out of your throat and your head bobs to up and down on his dick milk him greedily while he fucks your face. Your tongue giving him extra attention to the sweet spot under the tip of his cock flicking your tongue from side to side and it makes him spiral out of control, breathing heavily as the tension in his lower belly builds to match his movements fuck your throat a little faster, and you can't help but moan, enjoying every moment.

And then it seems to become too much as him feel your throat tighten around his cock and your nails lightly scratch the skin of his thigh, making him lose focus and his head go dizzy, it's a deep growl that resonates from his chest as his eyes roll back and the first jets of his cum hit the back of your throat, running down the corners of your lips.

“Oh... fuck there’s you go Yawne, your early Christmas gift .”

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slut4teyam · 1 year

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I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM

Can I request reader giving Loak head on his bday and it can gradually turn into some sort of p in v? Idk you decide the storyline boss

TYSMM and once again your writing is worth dying for.

-anon :D

Birthday Gift

(Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x F!Omaticaya Reader)

minors dni!

Genre: fluff and smut

Warnings: swearing, slight teasing, dom!lo’ak, voyeurism (masturbation), cock riding, missionary, blowjob, tying up, p in v, praising, (please tell me if theres any i've missed!)

Backstory: Y/n and Lo'ak knew each other through their older brothers; Neteyam and Ateyo. Y/n had taken an interest in Lo'ak when she first saw him, which eventually grew into a crush as time passed. They mostly hung out with each other while their brothers did in the Hallelujah mountains, where they lived, but even so they had a close friendship. That all changed four years ago though, when Lo'ak approached y/n at a clan celebration, drunk, and confessed his feelings to her. Ever since then, they have been dating and spending every day together, not to mention they were sexually active with each other, as they were promised mates. It was Lo'aks 21st birthday, and Y/n had the perfect gift for him.

Lo'ak and Reader are aged up to 19+ years old!! (Other characters except for Tuk too! Tuk is 12 here, don't be weird)

Today was your boyfriend, Lo'ak's 21st birthday, and Eywa did you have the perfect gift for him. You and Lo’ak have been dating for four years now, ever since he confessed to you at the clans victory celebration against another one of the sky peoples attacks. You've had an active sexual life ever since, feeling comfortable to try new things, and sometimes you'd even tease Lo'ak in public to the point where he'd have to pull you away and fuck you hard. Your perfect gift revolved around exactly that topic; sexuality.

"What's your gift for Lo'ak, Kiri?" you asked, walking alongside her to the Sully's tent. "I made him an armlet, he's been wanting a new one for so long." Kiri replied to your question before looking at you, "What is your gift? she asks you now. "Hmm," you hum out, looking up to create a 'thinking face', "Probably presenting myself to him naked, if not a blowjob." you laugh out as Kiri scrunches her face at your response. It was true though, that was EXACTLY your birthday gift for your boyfriend.

Kiri ended up chuckling lightly at your response too, as you entered the Sully's tent. You knew Neteyam was gone with your brother Ateyo, and Jake was probably hunting with his friends for tonights feist, like he had mentioned before. Only Neytiri and Lo'ak remained, as Neytiri was painting Lo'ak's body with your traditional paint. "Hi baby, happy birthday!" you say to Lo'ak, giving him a short hug along with a kiss. "Thank you babe," he chuckles after your kiss, as you follow Kiri to sit down next to Neytiri before giving her a soft smile that she always returned.

"Got me any gifts? Come on, spill it!" Lo'ak asks enthusiastically, making you and Kiri look at each other and burst out laughing at your previous conversation. Lo'ak looks at the both of you, confused. "What? Did something happen?" he asks, clueless of your reasons for laughing. You brush it off with your hand, calming down your laughter along with Kiri. "You're ready, Lo'ak." Neytiri speaks, standing to leave the tent as she holds the bowls of natural paint. Lo'ak nods at his mother as he kneels down next to you, immediately grabbing you by the waist and placing a rough kiss on your cheek.

"I should leave soon, the sun is setting and I still need to change." you state while snuggling into Lo'ak's shoulder. "Mind if I come? To help you undress and stuff of course." Lo'ak chuckles as you playfully slap his arm. "Behave, Lo'ak!" you lecture him once again playfully. Kiri chuckles, as Lo'ak gives you one last peck on the lips before you stand up and head towards the door. "See you in an hour, y/n!" Kiri shouts behind you, as you wave your hand back at her.

You leave the Sully's tent, heading over to your own to make preparations for tonight. You had a seductive, revealing outfit planned already. You quickly make it to your tent, as you didn't live far away from the Sully's.

"Hello, y/n." your mother speaks as you step inside of your tent. The whole clan was invited to the celebration of Toruk Makto's youngest sons 21st birthday, therefore your mother was getting ready as well. "Hi mother, you look gorgeous." You told her, as she smiled at you while thanking you. Your mother was a beautiful woman- she looked young even after two children. Most of your people say you got your beauty from your mother, and that was the best compliment you have ever received.

You walked over to your part of the tent as you gathered the pieces of clothing you had planned out, before quickly putting it on your body. You had put on a short loincloth in a dark shade of red, along with a top that covered your neck more than your chest, made of Pandora's most beautiful flowers, in the same shades as your loincloth. You had planned to keep your hair untied, and that was how you left it.

Pleased with your appearance, you grabbed your pocket knife along with one of your old but pretty loincloths, before sitting down on the floor. You cut a rectangle piece from the cloth, smoothening it with your hand before taking your ink and writing the words 'Meet me at your tent in 20 minutes - (y/n's initials)' on the piece of cloth.

slight time skip, at the party

You entered the celebration premises with the rectangle piece of cloth tucked into your current loincloth. The party was immaculate; the area was lit by torches, as your people either danced around a bonfire, or talked with each other while munching on the food. You smiled at your peoples festive spirit while looking around to spot your birthday boy, but instead you see your brother, Ateyo, with Neteyam. You start walking towards them, saying hi to others you know of on the way.

"Hi Neteyam, hi Ateyo" you approach the two males as they direct their attention to you. "What's up little sister," Ateyo asks mockingly, while slapping his tail on your back. He chuckles as you hiss at him, before rolling your eyes and turning your gaze to Neteyam. "Have you seen Lo'ak?" you ask him. He looks over to his left, trying to get a better view before speaking "Yeah, he's somewhere there" he points to the direction he was looking at "he was talking to dad and his friends." Neteyam adds.

You look the same direction as Neteyam pointed, seeing Lo'ak talking to older men with his dad. You turn your attention back to the two males in front of you. "I guess I'll just have to bother you while I wait for him to be free." a cheeky smile plasters on your face. Ateyo rolls his eyes now, huffing as Neteyam chuckles, before his gaze turns to an individual approaching you. "Hey guys!" Kiri exclaims while walking towards you, making you turn around and smile softly at her. "We're gathering to give Lo'ak his gifts, come!" she adds on, before walking back the same direction she came from.

Your smile grows cheeky once again, remembering your gift for the birthday boy. You follow Kiri while making a 'let's go' motion with your hand to the two males behind you, as they start walking too. You make your way to a more isolated place of the celebration area, where the volume of the music is lower, but the view of peoples festivity is still clear. You see some of Lo'ak's friends already there while you, Kiri, Ateyo, and Neteyam sit next to them in a semi circle. "I brought him, dad got so mad!" Tuk exclaims as everyone turns around to look at her, pulling a chuckling Lo'ak by the arm into the middle of the semi circle.

The people around started wishing Lo'ak a happy birthday, as he thanked them while sitting down. Your boyfriend looked at you, his gaze going up and down your partially revealed body, as he gulped before lookin away. "Let's start giving our gifts in order from the left, to the right side of the semi cirlce." Kiri suggested, as everyone nodded. One of Lo'ak's closest friends, Tsanten, was the first to give his gift, which happened to be a knife. Others went after, giving him gifts that varied from armor, to bracelets.

It was your turn to give him your gift now, as Kiri was before you and gave him the armlet she had made. Lo'ak loved it, as he quickly wore it on his arm before thanking Kiri. "Hands are empty, I wonder what you have for me babe." Lo'ak stated, as you smirked at him while pulling out the folded piece of cloth from your current loincloth, handing it to him. He looked at you, sarcastically smiling before unfolding the cloth and reading the note written on it. You tilted your head to the side as he read, your smirk never leaving your face.

He gulped, his eyes never leaving the note as he folded it right back, now tucking it in his loincloth. He looked up at you, smirking, while raising his eyebrows up and down before looking away. Your smirk just grew wider, before your expression became ‘worried’. "Oh how rude of me, I forgot to bring Lo'ak's actual gift!" you make up, "Can I please be excused to go grab it?" you ask while standing up, excusing yourself away from the crowd without anyone actually dismissing you. Your brother eyes you strangely before looking at Neteyam, who seems to understand what's going on with the cheeky smile on his face.

You walk away while swinging your tail, seductively looking back to see Lo'ak's deep gaze on you. You turn back around smirking, as you move faster. You were headed to his tent to make sure everything was in place, and to of course wait for your boyfriends arrival. You reach the Sully's tent, there was no one inside just like you had expected. You walked over to where Neteyam loaded his arrows, you had hidden two pieces of medium length rope when you came by a couple of days ago in preparation for your night with Lo'ak. You took the pieces in your hand and quickly headed over to Lo’ak’s mat, placing them close to it.

"I knew you had something planned," you heard Lo'ak speak as he appeared at the entrance of his family tent. You smirked as you looked over your shoulder, slowly standing up. “Of course, I planned the best of the best.” you stated while Lo’ak walked towards his mat, smirking as he got closer to you to the point where your back was touching his chest. “Mind leading me through this plan?” he asked in a raspy voice while leaning over to your ear.

You smirked, before turning around to face him. Your chests were touching now, as you looked innocently into his eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders. You started to slowly kneel in front of him, sliding your hands down his body while doing so, never breaking eye contact. You felt him tense up at your touch, as you finally got down on your knees and tugged on his loincloth. He licked his lips before smirking, as you directed your gaze from his eyes to his loincloth, slowly untying it. He watched your every move as the hard on he got from your previous touching grew.

You placed down the piece of clothing after untying it completely, coming face to face with his huge, erect cock, that wasn't so unfamiliar to you anymore. You looked back up at him, and saw him staring down right back at you, with deep, lustful eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you took his cock in your hands, giving it a couple of pumps before licking his tip. His breathing hitched, as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, sucking it while taking it in and out of your mouth.

"Fuck baby," he breathed out while biting his lower lip, "that pretty mouth of yours, taking me in so good." he added on, groaning when you twirled your tongue around his tip. He closed his eyes while his mouth opened, as he took his right hand and wrapped it around your hair, bobbing your head deeper onto his cock. You started gagging on him reaching down your throat, which made him throw his head back, continuously moving your head back and forth on himself.

"Mhm just like that baby, you're making me feel so good." Lo'ak praised you in a raspy voice before biting his lower lip. He was so close, and it got him even closer when he looked back down at you; tears were rolling down your face as his cock disappeared and reappeared at the entrance of your mouth, while you sat seductively in front of him, ass poking out. He let out a load groan as he came into your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head while he continued to bob your head, riding out his high.

He took himself out of your mouth as he kneeled down in front of you, staring at your teary face with a smirk, before leaning into your ear "Swallow it baby, make me happy" he whispered before backing away in front of you once again. You swallowed, never breaking eye contact as you opened your mouth wide for him to see his semen gone. His smirk grew wider, "Good girl." he whispered, before you smiled at him and slammed your lips onto his. He quickly complied to your sudden action, as he held you by your waist, pulling you on top of him while he moved himself to lean back on the wall.

With one swift move, you grabbed the pieces of rope you had placed next to his mat, as you lifted his right arm up, tying his wrist to the knitted branch walls. (i literally don't know what their tents are made of and since they don't have a headboard i gotta use my imagination ykyk) Lo'ak looks at you with pure confusion and shock, his eyebrows furrowing. "Really? Tying the birthday boy up? I think my gift should include touching you." he huffed out, as you smiled cheekily at his frowning and worked on tying his other wrist to the wall. "Hmm, maybe I have a show to put on." you grinned, backing away now that you successfully tied both of Lo'ak's hands to the branch wall behind him, over his head.

He stared deep into you as you sat on your spread open knees, moving your hands from your thighs, to your stomach, over your breasts, and to your neck. He watched your hands touch all over the places he couldn’t, as you started to tug on your top clothing. You smirked at him staring at you, while you removed your top, revealing your breasts to him. He licked his lips, not taking his eyes off of them as you took your left hand and drew circles around your left nipple, shortly before taking your hand down and tugging on your loincloth.

"So unfair" Lo'ak said in a deep voice, as you removed your loincloth, fully exposing your body to him. His open and hanging hands turned into fists when you started to roam your hands from your breasts to your soaking cunt. Fuck, he’d do anything to touch you right now. You bit your lower lip as you started rubbing circles around your clit with your right index and middle finger. Lo'ak moved himself to sit up properly as his already hard on grew bigger, his gaze never leaving your hands working their way on your womanhood. You smirked, and slowly put a finger inside, letting out a moan along with it.

"Baby let me make you feel good, not your finger" you heard Lo'ak say through his clenched jaw, moving his wrists harshly, trying to escape from where he was tied at as you kept thrusting your finger in and out of yourself. You grabbed your left breast with your left hand, moaning louder as you inserted another finger in, your speed gradually increasing along with it. Lo'ak tried to set himself free once again, trying to roughly pull his wrists away, but growled as he failed. "I wanna touch you" he spoke in a low tone, which turned you on even more. You kept moaning at every one of your fingers thrusts as Lo'ak growled out "Fuck".

You were so close to your climax but you stopped yourself, as you wanted Lo'ak to be the one to make you cum. You smirked as you took your fingers out of yourself, crawling onto his lap. He smirked at you, leaning his head back, but never breaking eye contact as you placed yourself on top of him. You lightly sat down on his tip before quickly lifting yourself up again, you were teasing him which led him into growling as he tried to get out of the ropes he was tied in.

You finally fully sat yourself on top of him before lifting yourself up, and repeating. He smirked, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. "I wanna touch you, let me out of these" he whined out. You leaned in, continuously riding him as you started kissing and sucking all over his neck, making him groan at not being able to touch you. "Please baby, let me out of these, I need to touch you" he pleaded, but you just wrapped your arms around his neck as you slammed your lips onto his.

He kissed back, right before biting your lower lip and entering his tongue into your mouth, dominating it over yours. Eywa, he was so dominant even when he was tied up, it was so hot. You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips into you, reaching deeper in. You smirked against the kiss, as you continued riding him-

You were under him. Moments ago you were on top of him, but now- his hands were next to your head, his body was hovering over you, oh Eywa. You turned your head to the side and saw the ropes you had tied him up with ripped apart, he had let himself out and with the swiftest, most quickest move, gotten you under him. He grinned at your shocked and confused face, "You thought Toruk Makto's son wouldn't be able to escape some ropes?" he stated in a mocking tone, taking his left hand to grab your right, and then left wrists, before placing them on top of your head.

He tightly held both of your hands with his left hand, as he moved himself down to face your exposed breasts. Without another word, he started licking all over your right breast, while sucking on your nipple. You whimpered under him, as he spat on the breast he was occupied with before turning his attention to the other one, now licking and sucking all over it. He was still in you, but wasn't fucking you. "Lo'ak" you whined out, as he left your now swollen breast with a string of saliva attached to his mouth, directing his attention to you and bringing his face in line with yours once again. "Yeah baby?" he asked, responding to you calling his name. "I need you to fuck me, having you in me isn't enough." you replied to his question, as he leaned back on his knees before pounding into you. Hard.

His left hand was still holding the two of yours over your head, as his right hand was holding you still by your hip. He threw his head back as you screamed out his name at the unexpected series of movement. "You like how I'm fucking you, hm?" he asked before licking his lips and sliding his right hand onto your left thigh, pushing it down to reach deeper in you. You nodded at his previous question, trying to calm down the fact that you were a moaning mess, but every one of his thrusts hit so deep in it was impossible to. “Come on baby, use your words. You like how I’m fucking you?” Lo’ak asked once again, as you screamed out “Yes!”.

“Good girl,” he replied to your response while endlessly pounding into you. You felt your previous climax approaching, as he hit right on your g-spot, making you clench around him. "I'm so close Lo'ak, right there yes yes yes!" you screamed out as he continued to thrust onto your g-spot.

He loved the pretty moans coming out of your mouth; it was like music to his ears. He loved how you clenched around him and screamed out his name, it got him closer to his own release. "Mhm me too baby, fuck you're so hot." he panted out, his stamina refilling with your moans as he thrusted in and out faster than ever. He looked at your body, fuck, you were perfect. Your curves, your hair, your tiny waist, everything about you was so perfect to him.

"Lo'ak!" you screamed out, releasing on him as his cock twitched inside of you. "Yeah baby me too," he groaned out as he came inside of you, but took his cock out shortly after to paint all over your stomach and breasts. "Mhm, gonna decorate my birthday gift real nice." he said, biting his lip right after. Lo'ak let go of your hands, as you placed them on his neck, pulling him in and kissing him. He kissed back, and this kiss felt nothing sexual, it just felt like pure love.

You were a panting mess when Lo'ak pulled away, smiling, as he plopped himself down next to you. You snuggled into his rising and falling chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You are the best birthday gift I could ever receive." he said after some silence, which got you blushing like the first time he ever confessed. “Kiri’s gift was thoughtful too I’d say” you chuckled out, making him chuckle too. “I guess, maybe. You’re more useful though.” he replied to your previous response, making you place a soft kiss on his lips once again.

I dedicate this fic to my bby @henrycavillswifey <33 genuine wifey and I think you deserve good Lo'ak smut 🤭

Overall I REALLY enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it haha :))

I have some Neteyam requests I'm planning on getting onto soon hehe, and thank you so much on your support on my other fics <33

Until next time,

-dero

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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I'll wait no matter how long it takes

Pairing- Tarsem x Sully!reader

Summary- Tarsem would wait for you, no matter what.

Request-yes

A/N- I need him looking at me like that right neow.

-A few years earlier-

Jake sat with the elders and Neytiri. You knew today was the day they would choose you to begin learning the ways of Tsahik and Neteyam to learn the ways of the Olo'eyktan. You didn't think it was fair, you would be just as good, if not better Olo'eyktan. So here you were storming into the elders’ chambers. "And so Y/N will train to be Tsahik.." One of the elders’ proclamations was cut off by your booming voice, "No I will not." You say and everyone's wide eyes turn to you.

" 'Ite, (daughter) you shouldn't be here.." Neytiri interrupts in the suddenly tense air and you cut her off. "It is tradition for the eldest to train to be Olo'eyktan, yes?" You ask and the elders share a look amongst themselves. "Yes.." One of them said cautiously, trying to choose their words carefully. "And I am the oldest, yes?" You ask them again and they all nod reluctantly.

"So why is it that I cannot be Olo'eyktan after my father? It is my right by birth." You say, eyebrows creased as you stressed the importance of your words. "Is it because you think less of me? Or is it because I am a woman?" You ask which then makes all that were present in the room share a sharp inhale. It looks as if they all have connected thoughts as they shake their heads in unison. The elder that sat in the middle looked at you and straightened his back, mulling over his next words.

"Y/N te Suli Neytiri'ite, you are a wise child, with a strong heart, and one can attest that you can make a compelling argument." He said and you bow your head slightly. "And that is why we will allow you to train as Olo'eyktan. I have seen your skills in battle, you will learn from your father but not just as a warrior but as a leader, you will learn the triumphs and failures that come with being Olo'eyktan. Are you ready for that?" The older man asked, eyes meeting yours as if scrutinizing your next move.

There was a moment of silence as you maintained eye contact with the older man. A beat passed. And then two before you parted your lips to let your answer slip through.

"Yes."

And after that day you sat in on every war meeting, every advice on battle strategy your father got, you heard, you traveled with him when meeting and commencing trades with the other nearby clans, you trained and trained until you were better than everyone. You were one of the strongest warriors of your clan, and you were wise beyond your years.

You didn't have much of a life outside of training, but there was one person you always made time for. Tarsem. He was kind, gentle, different from the other na’vi men in your clan but he was strong. And everytime you were paired with him to train or even go on raids with one another, you couldn't help the mighty thumps of your heart against your chest.

And then came the fateful night where you and Tarsem became one. The mere memory of it allowed a smile to grace upon your lips.

Tarsem held your hand as you ducked under a branch and revealed a beautiful tree. It was flourishing with life, but hidden behind other forest life. "I found this while hunting the other day and I thought of you." He said and you smiled. And there you sat and talked. But Tarsem couldn't pull his eyes away from you. The way when something funny happened in the story you had to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter, or when a creature came from the shadows, you halted your words to observe it. So caught up in the story you were currently telling, you didn't notice the way Tarsem held your hand in his. Your hands fitting perfectly in his, he thought as he allowed his thumb to caress them.

Stopping your story at the light touch of his thumb against the back of your hand, you turned to look at him, his soft green eyes peering back at you. No words were needed as the grip on his hand tightened and you both leaned towards one another. A million fireworks, colorful explosions as your father called them, went off as both your lips connected. His arm worked its way around you, lifting you off the ground by your waist and putting you on his lap. You pulled away, cradling his face as he craned his head up to gaze into your eyes before he reached for his kuru.

Nobody in the clan knew you and Tarsem mated but it wasn't needed as he waited on you, hand and foot. He was completely and utterly in love with you. Anything you wanted or asked for he had it before you even thought of it, he was yours. Mind, body, and soul. As you were his.

But now you sit, listening to your father tell you that you have to leave, abandon your home. And when the words, "Tarsem will take over as Olo'eyktan he has already been notified." Tears pooled in your eyes. You had to leave your mate.

"Dad, I forgot to tie Tsalwi up. May I go?" You ask, trying to hide the waver in your voice that threatened to break. He looked at you as if observing, before nodding, watching as you quickly excuse yourself from your family’s kelku (home). Your chest rose up and down as you ran into the forest.

When you get to the exact step you pulled the bunched up tree bush back to see Tarsem standing up looking at the tree you two found all those months ago. He turned around and it looked as if he had cried his entire heart out yet his eyes still filled with tears as they met with yours. And no matter how hard you tried to push the burden of emotions off, you couldn't. As the tears fell from your eyes, all of your words were caught up in your throat as your hand covered your mouth. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around you, tugging you in his embrace and you melted hearing his heartbeat and feeling every shaky breath he took. You hiccuped as you tried to stop crying but the tears that fell were never ending.

His hands cradled the sides of your face, a forced smile finds its way to his lips and a tear drips from his eyes now. "I'm sorry, my love." You say pressing your head to his chest. "For what?" He whispered, he was truly confused why on this earth would the love of his life apologize to him? "For.. leaving you." You day through choked sobs. "But that is not your fault, Ma' Txe'lan (heart). There is nothing we can do but love at the moment." He says making you look him in the eyes as he holds your chin. "But.. but what will we do, we will not have each other, we do not know for how long.." You sob and he gently shushes you, hands going down to your neck, thumb going over your pulse as his nose twitches pitifully with sadness.

"I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."

His words bring a strange sense of comfort over you as you smile, a content smile gracing your lips as his forehead pressed against yours as you shared one breath.

And the next morning, as you watch your mate cut your father across his chest, a breath hitches in your throat and your stomach flips over on itself. And as he turned to the clan knife in the air your gaze cast down to the ground, afraid if you look you'd stay.

As you hiked yourself up on your ikran, Tsalwi, she felt your pain, a saddened screech erupted from her throat as she began flapping her wings in a ballistic manner, your eyes made it to the new Olo'eyktan, your mate, your Tarsem. Bowing your head to him one last time before connecting your queue and riding off to wherever your father had deemed fit.

When you did finally get to the place your family searched for it was anything but what you were expecting.

Many of the people accepted you, reluctantly. But, the others. They sneered, they mocked, they bullied. You ignored it, but your hard headed brother didn't know how to and that always dragged Neteyam in it.

Adapting was fairly easy for you, but each day you yearned for the touch of Tarsem, a kiss from him, the thought of him made you happier in this shit hole of a situation you were currently in.

And then they found you, they being the demons in Na'vi flesh and shameless scientists who killed the animals the Great Mother blessed Pandora with.

When your father swam forward ready to die, Payakan had jumped over the boat just in time, crushing a lot of the demons underneath. You and Neteyam leaped onto the large ship, cutting your younger sisters loose. Tuk jumped into your arms and you told her to be quiet as they ran in front of you whilst you kept an eye out for them.

And as you run to jump from the boat you see Ronal, the Tsahik she looked fierce, and mighty while pregnant and all. But then one of the demons, one she hadn’t taken notice of, got ready to attack her as she killed one of them with her spear. Immediately picking up a loose gun you shoot the demon before he could do so, thank Eywa your father taught you better than Lo'ak. She looked at you and then the dead sky person. Bowing her head quickly you do the same as you run to your siblings, discarding the guns, you had never really liked them.

Lo'ak was the first to dive into the ocean; you and Neteyam were ensuring everyone's safety first, then Tsireya, and as Kiri and Tuk got ready they were snatched up. Tsireya jumped out of the water since she was closer but the demon pushed her back in. Neteyam got knocked back and a gun was pointed towards him. It came as an instinct, 'protect your siblings', your father would always say to you. Jumping between them, you flung Neteyam back into the water. A sudden burn and a stinging pain began between your neck and shoulder as you used the last bit of your strength to dive in the water.

Neteyam grabbed you and saw the blood and the hole in your shoulder, your body lacking its usual warmth. Mounting an ilu, Neteyam held your body close to him as he rode with the other Metkayina back to the clan, Tsireya following him. Lo'ak stayed back, he was going to avenge his sister.

-Several hours later-

Jake held Tuk to his chest as Neytiri held her own face in her hands. Lo'ak was a little bloodied but had refused treatment. Not until his sister was healed. Ronal stepped out of the hut and all of the Sully's stood up. "She is fine now, the recovery will be painful but she is fine." Ronal says and Neytiri gasps as if she was now finally able to breathe. "Thank you Great Mother, thank you." She prayed. "May.. May we see her?" Neteyam asked and Ronal nodded, moving to allow them into the tent. Without hesitation they piled themselves into the small healing tent.

It was many days and many nights till you would finally awake.

Your siblings threw their arms around you before quickly pulling away once they heard you hiss as a throbbing pain made its way to your shoulder. "Are you okay sis?" Lo'ak asks, hands hovering over your shoulder as if that was gonna keep it from hurting.

"I'm good. Just.. wanna get out of this bed." You groan as you pull yourself out of bed. Your siblings all look at each other as you grab a cane that must’ve been left behind by its previous user. You used your uninjured arm to limp with the cane as it hurt to move your opposite arm. Stepping out into the light for the first time in days, you instantly squint your sensitive eyes when the sun hits them.

As you walk into the beach, the cane making a deep dent in the sand, Jake runs up and puts his hand on your back, supporting you. "Y/N you shouldn't be up—" he was immediately cut off by your obnoxious scoff. "I am fine, father, plus there is much to be done." You say as you begin walking down the beach. A few other Na'vi waved at you, even thanked you, for what you didn't really know, well until the one you saved stopped you.

Ronal, Tsahik Ronal. "Oh ‘evi (child) you are awake. I wanted to thank you for saving me when I had my guard down.." She said, bowing her head. And then it clicked to you, just minutes before you got shot, she hadn't seen the sky person trying to attack her from behind as she was attacking a different sky demon. You saved her. You saved the Tsahik.

You stood up as quickly as you could, bowing your head in respect. "It was only right. Anyone else in my shoes would have done the same." You say and a soft smile graced her lips. "But it is you who did it." She says. "Come, let's walk." You offer, your family trailing not far behind, wanting to hear the conversation.

"I would like to know if you would like the gift both from Eywa and the clan, for your bravery from that day." She said and you were all ears, "What is the gift?" You ask, curious. "A tattoo, traditionally you get your tattoo for completing their rites of passage but considering your Iknimaya and your completion of Uniltaron, you've completed the rites of passage." Ronal said.

"I got mine when I bonded with my soul sister." Ronal said and your ears perked. "I would like that." You say and before your father interrupted you and your mother shot him a glare. He stood before just nodding in reluctant agreement.

"That is perfect, I have the perfect tattoo design for you." She says grabbing your hand helping you walk to the tattooing hut.

She helped you sit, pulling out a script that had a female body drawn up with a tattoo design on it.

The design on this one was absolutely beautiful. It begins on the right side of your neck, goes down to your right shoulder, and down to your shoulder blade, all the way down to your forearm.

The elder got the supplies ready while Ronal sat with you. The elder used a needle and what you assumed was ink, she poked your skin after every dip from the murky black ink.

It did hurt a little more than usual as the skin around your wound was still sensitive, but you worked through it as the ink was embedded in your skin. And over time when you recovered and your tattoo healed you felt like everything was perfect, but still a yearning inside you remained. Your Tarsem. You yearned to go back to him but you couldn't do that to your family.

So you sat at the edge of the marui, looking at the eclipsing sun. Ronal snuck up and sat next to you. "You are thinking of something ‘evi." She spoke up and it was rather a statement than a question. "Yes." You reply. "More of someone, I suppose, huh?" She laughs and your face drops. How did she know? She was Tsahik, but how? "You can go to him. I will tell your family that they can leave in the morning but you deserve to have a little more time between you and your mate." She gives you a knowing look and you giggle playfully, gently nudging her shoulder.

You happily packed your stuff on top of your ikran and hiked on top of the banshee. She chirps in excitement, letting out a loud screech as both of you make your way home.

It took a little bit to get there but when you did, there was a loud horn that signaled the people of your arrival.

"Someone is back!" A scout yelled out. Many surrounded the place as you dismounted from your ikran. "Granddaughter?" Your grandmother's aged voice rang through your ears; she sounded as if she was questioning herself. "Yes grandmother it is me." You smile, bowing your head. She smiles and then she sees your arm. "What happened?" She asks, pointing to your wound. "It is nothing ,grandmother, later we will talk." You say and she only sighs.

Your eyes darted around but couldn't find the man you've been yearning for these past few months. "Go, I'm sure he is waiting at your spot. He goes there everyday and every night." Mo'at chuckles as your eyes widen. "You may have your parents fooled but you cannot fool me."

She says and you smile and then it drops when the screech from your fathers ikran catches your attention. "I will tell them something now, go." She says and you bow your head once more as you run into the woods.

You run through the trees, letting the smell of the forest, earth, and home hit your face. Your hair ran wild and your arms went with the wind. It was like you never left at all. Finally, you reached the familiar spot, the spot that made you so happy you could burst at the seams. Pushing the bush aside, you step into the area. The tree seemed to have gotten more beautiful since you last saw it, but what is under the tree is what you came here for.

"Tarsem, my love."

His ears perked up but his brain refused to believe it. He stayed with his back towards you. It wasn't until your skin came in contact with his did he finally breathe, turning around, your hand still halfway in the air, he had caught it in his. He'd never been so happy to see five fingers in his life. Kissing each one you giggled at how silly he looked.

When he was done he finally let your hand down but with his still interlocked with yours. You held eye contact, no words were spoken.

His hands ran up your arms, as if it was a habit before it stopped over your tattoo and healed wound. "You have a wound." Concern filled his voice. "It has already healed, my love." You smile as his hands traced over your tattoo, every line, every curve. And after a while it was just holding each other in your arms. Only when you needed to say something did you finally speak.

"You waited." You say and he smiles and nods. "And I would do it all over again. No matter how long it would take."

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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❝i heart you❞ ( jake sully )

summary: jake suli brought many traditions from earth, including one he calls "valentine's day". pairing: jake sully x navi!reader wordcount: 1.4k contains: just short and sweet :) notes: i wanted to post a quick little thing for valentine's day and why not for my fav?? i apologize if this is a bit late, hope you enjoy! and i love spelling "sully" like "suli", idk why blah

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If there was one thing about the dream walker, it was that he was a complete marvel to the entire Omaticaya clan. Even his scent was foreign--like metal and strange chemicals. Your people were both fascinated and disgusted by him.

You were the only daughter of your family, so there was a heavy expectation on you to find a mate. Before doing so, however, you would train to become a healer. Under the tsahik's guide, you studied the will of the Great Mother and the way of the forest. You were regarded as so intelligent and skilled that it wasn't surprising when you were chosen to train Jake Suli instead of your best friend, Neytiri.

It wasn't like she wanted the job anyway.

At first, you acted with complete bias. You knew the Sky People to be destructive and ignorant of any culture but their own. Why would this alien be any different? You hardly felt guilty to admit that it was amusing to watch him stumble and lose his balance in the trees. But over time, you felt the strings in your heart play a different way.

His hands and feet grew tougher, his legs and arms became stronger, and his eyes opened to more than just the physical elements of your world. Jake Suli was learning to see.

As he learned more of you culture, you began to learn more of his. While he struggled to learn the Navi alphabet and pronunciations, he also managed to teach you more English than you had previously learned. "This is right up my alley," he said the first day you showed him a bow and arrow.

You cocked your head. "What does that one mean?"

Jake, who thought your cluelessness was adorable, chuckled. "It means, uh," he laughed at himself. He must've sounded stupid compared to your wise words. "It means I'm good at this sort of stuff."

There were other moments where the English language was unnecessarily confusing. "If it is pronounced like 'kernel'," you pondered to yourself. English was even more illegible when it was in Jake's messy handwriting. "Then why is it spelled with an 'l'?"

He had been teaching you the names of the humans who worked back at the RDA. You knew Grace Augustine well, you thought Norm was a funny name for a person, and you refused to accept that the word 'colonel' was pronounced so strangely. Jake deeply chuckled, "I'm not sure why, honey."

You also misunderstood his seemingly unnoticeable pet names for you. Honey, as you had learned, was a sweet food for humans back on Earth; you thought it strange that Jake would call you it, although you never complained...

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There were very few days where you were not instructed to train Jake. Instead, he would follow you through your training to be a healer. He would often watch as you read the many scriptures written throughout the years, your fingers delicately tracing the writing. Sometimes, you would read it out loud to him and his ears would gently twitch at the sound of your voice.

It was winter in Pandora, which hardly seemed any different from the other seasons to Jake. The sun was still warm on his skin, the plant-life still flourished. You were already studying in your tent in the morning, wondering why Jake had still not arrived.

Mo'at, who had come to recognize Jake's admiration for you (and your admiration for him), examined you as you completed your small, morning tasks. "Where is Jake?" You asked politely, searching for him. "I have not see him yet."

You didn't see her slightly smirk. She knew what it was like for someone to anxiously await their lover, even though you would never call him that. "It is early in the morning, child," Mo'at noted. She watched your shoulders slump as an idea popped into her mind. "Wait for him, he will arrive soon."

For what felt like hours, you continued to wait for the dream walker. Mo'at was amused at your impatient behavior, how you'd frantically stand up every few minutes and check outside to see if he was there.

"It is very rude to keep someone waiting," you said to Mo'at as you sliced through a handful of herbs and leaves.

Mo'at smirked again behind her book. "Oh, yes, very rude."

Finally, Jake's figure appeared with the morning sun behind him. He had a childish smile, the braids in his hair completely disheveled, and he was holding a small basket from when you'd taught him to weave. He cleared his throat, "Tsahik, (y/n), oel ngati kameie."

You and Mo'at collectively greeted him back. Jake took a seat across from you, setting the basket down next to him. "What're you working on today?"

You ignored his curiosity and began to harshly slice the leaves, leaving small marks on the wooden cutting board. "You took a very long time," You didn't look at him, but if you had, you would've been met with wide, fascinated eyes. "Where were you?"

Jake chuckled and pulled the cutting board away from you, your knife nearly coming down to meet his thumb. You looked at him furiously with wide eyes, but he only warmly smiled. He replaced the board with the basket. "I figured you're always teaching me about this," he motioned to the forest around him. "Why can't I teach you something about my home?"

You were intrigued but refused to show it. "Your home?"

"Yeah," he smiled. Jake enjoyed seeing you try to hide your excitement. "Here," he opened the basket and pulled out several pieces of red paper and a small canister of paint with a brush. "In my home, we have something called Valentine's Day."

You repeated the word silently to see how it felt coming off of your lips.

"It's a little holiday, nothing crazy." Jake handed you a piece of paper. You cautiously watched him fold his piece in half, unsure of whatever he could be doing. "It's supposed to be, you know...about love and whatever."

You always found it enjoyable how Jake could never explain something very well. He often stumbled over his words, like the thought was in his head but came out his mouth in a different way. "Fold yours like mine." You did so and pressed the paper so there was a crease down the middle. "Now, watch what I'm drawing."

He took the brush and dipped it into the paint canister, gently tapping it against the sides so any excess dripped off the bristles. He swung the brush over the paper with a slick curve. Jake was surprisingly smooth with the brush. "Your turn."

Jake handed you the brush. You mimicked him, dipping it into the paint and tapping off any loose drops. You tried to copy the shape he had painted onto his paper, except your lines were slightly more jagged. "Good!" He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Then we take this," he grabbed a small blade from the basket. "And follow the shape."

He retraced the shape on his paper with the blade so it sliced the paper clean. He then unfolded his paper. "And you have a heart."

You cocked your eyebrow and eagerly grabbed the blade from his hand, cutting over your shape and removing the remnants of the paper. "This is a heart? It looks nothing like one."

"Well, it's not like the heart in here," his fingers gently touched your chest where your heart sat. He laughed, "It's different, I know. I guess this type of heart is prettier."

You looked at your paper heart inquisitively. You did like how simple it was...you would even say it was cute. "What is the point of this?"

Jake smacked his lips, "Uh, well..." He was at a loss. "I guess there's no real point to it. It's just supposed to be for love."

"What do you do with it?"

"Well, you can do almost anything with it. Throw it in the garbage if you really wanted to," he looked down at his paper heart, tracing the soft edges with his thumb and smoothing out the crease that ran down the middle of the paper. "I think you're supposed to give it to someone."

"Why?"

Jake shrugged, gently smiling at how you already began to fold another piece of paper and reach for the paintbrush. "To show love." You started to draw out the shape of the heart again on half of you paper before you noticed Jake holding his heart out to you.

The corners of your lips softly grew upwards, a pink hue falling on your cheeks.

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dreameater00 · 1 year

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pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x fem!Omaticaya reader

After their arrival in Awa'atlu, Y/N and the Sullys have to give up everything they've ever known to learn entirely new traditions. What happens when a particular party gives her relationship with Neteyam the push it needed ?

Disclaimer: Na'vi will mostly be written in italic, except for meaningful words.

Warning(s): NSFW, minors DNI

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Mawey: Calm

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"No, Lo'ak ! Stop that ! Where are you going ?" You could only watch as Neteyam ran after his brother to stop his antics, again. A sigh escaped despite you. Lo'ak was getting increasingly infuriating lately, not because his behavior was any worse than it was in the forest, but because of the consequences it now had on your life.

Of course you knew Neteyam was protective over his family and cherished each of his siblings with his whole heart, even if the reason for that was probably his father's unexpectedly high expectations. Neteyam could never resolve himself to abandon Lo'ak in tough situations, or leave Kiri to overthink her father's identity for too long. He was like that, a dutiful son, a kind older brother, and a pure spirited warrior.

This didn't stop frustration from slowly bubbling up inside you throughout the years. Your relationship with him had always been complicated, for anyone around, you were nothing more than close friends but the exchanged glances and the time you spent lying underneath the stars at night said otherwise.

You had been convinced there was something more, that he saw you differently from the rest especially when you were given the privilege to follow him here. Neteyam always had a special place in your heart and you could only hope for the same in his.

The years passed and the tension between the two of you only increased, becoming so thick it could be cut with a knife. You were adults now with different wants and needs. If at first your thoughts were rather innocent and started off with dreams of hugs and the occasional kiss, they were infinitely bolder now.

Neteyam had filled out over the years. Now, every time you were alone at night in the privacy of your marui pod, your thoughts were filled with fantasies of his deep voice whispering filthy, filthy things to you. How his eyes and freckles would shine in the dark and be the only thing to outline his figure, you imagined him slowly taking off your coverings or ripping them off if he had looked angry that day.

He would lick and kiss you, raise your legs on his shoulders to access you, having you writhe and pant under him. It was usually the moment where you couldn't take the images anymore and would take care of the dampness between your thighs yourself.

For once, you wanted him to be selfish. To keep you for himself and never let go, to use you for his pleasure only and find delight in doing it. Maybe that's why you doubted it would ever happen, as much as this version of him was arousing it was very unlikely for it to ever make an appearance.

"Your head's in the clouds again" Tsireya took a seat next to you and smiled. Getting used to Awa'atlu had proved to be a challenge with how different life on the reef was compared to the forest, her help had been precious to you and the Sully's.

"What makes you say that ?" The atmosphere suddenly changed and her smile had turned into a knowing grin full of malice. "Oh I don't know," Positioning herself on the weaving machine she continued "It's just, your pattern looks particularly messy today also your cheeks are red and you've been looking at him for hours Y/N."

You cringed at the last statement before detaching your gaze from Neteyam's sweaty figure to look at the chest cover you had been working on all morning. A lot of patience was put into it as well as the matching loincloth and jewelry for tonight. Pearls were scattered in the intricate shape of the cover and crushed bioluminescent sea shells had been used to make the top glow

"I wasn't looking at Neteyam" your friend laughed behind you "I never said you were, could've been Lo'ak I was talking about for all you know ?" Tsireya was way too smart and observant for her own good, you blamed it on Ao'nung being her brother. One was never too prudent with a man like him so close all the time.

"Speaking of Lo'ak, any idea of when he's finally planning to mate you ? It's been years." Lo'ak and her had been in love ever since you arrived at the village. You still remember Lo'ak's awkward glances her way and the clumsy pick-up lines he tried. Everyone thought the two would commit much faster to the relationship but after years it still didn't happen.

"Very smooth change of subject I'll give you that, but you'll be surprised to hear there won't be any complains coming out of my mouth today," She had this dreamy look on whenever she talked about him you found disgutingly cute "It's gonna be very soon, Eywa has given me a sign."

You almost choked on your saliva and turned sharply towards her. Lo'ak, the man who just had his older brother run after him to clean up his mistakes was finally going to take something seriously ? "That's incredible Tsireya ! We were all starting to worry he was more dense than expected."

When she started talking about the signs she received, and how even if he hadn't decided to make her his officially she would've still stayed with him until the end of time the green eyed monster started creeping up. Tsireya had her whole life in front of her now, a loving mate, an important place among the people, a family to support her.

While you were fixated on Neteyam, everyone around had walked forward and changed for the better. Even Ao'nung who you liked to make fun of for his bully tendencies was preparing himself to become Olo'eyktan. At the realization you got up abruptly, excusing yourself to go in the deeper parts of the forest right behind all the marui pods.

The smell of leaves and soil tickled your nostrils while you ran away from the populated areas with tears in your eyes. Love had never been your forte but you didn't get why the situation was so messy.

"Y/N ?" The cause of your outburst was now right in front of you, great. You tried to wipe away any tears and kept your head lowered to the ground. "Y/N what happened ?"

Panic was evident in his voice and yet you just turned away. You weren't in the mood for any type of confrontation right now and even less if the opponent was Neteyam. "Nothing Neteyam, go back to scolding Lo'ak or whatever it is you were doing." The rude words you spouted his way didn't seem to discourage him because he was now running towards you, taking your shoulders in his arms.

A comforting scent of sea salt and leather hit you and with it escaped a few more tears. " Look at me Y/N. Tell me what happened." You didn't feel confident keeping your voice stable enough to answer him so the shakes of your head were enough a sign.

Neteyam's grip on your shoulders tightened slightly as if trying to keep his calm. Something thumped on the ground and you felt his hands slide down your shoulders to your waist and then your hips leaving a trail of goosebumps down his wake. You finally opened your eyes and froze when you saw him on his knees in front of you.

"Princess, I know you're upset right now but you have to tell me what happened," The nickname along with the gentle strokes on your hips right by the bow of your loincloth provoked a new sensation in your lower belly. If his goal was to distract you, it was definitely working. "Who did this to you ?"

When you heard how much worry and kindness there was in his tone you broke out in sobs. Obviously he didn't know, even if his feelings weren't romantic, Neteyam had always behaved like a gentleman around you. With no more energy to hold yourself up, you felt your knees buckle. Toned arms went around your waist, stopping you from falling to the ground completely.

You heard him try to comfort you, hushing you and bringing you slowly to your knees. Whispering in your ears "Shh, mawey princess, everything will be alright." The solace his words brought you was like none other in the whole of Pandora. Here in his strong arms with no one around, you felt like nothing could stop you. You'd cry out a whole sea if it meant having his attention like this for all your life.

But eventually all good things come to an end and you remembered he was the reason you were crying in the first place. Neteyam with his sweet gestures and warm heart. You shook your head and pushed him off. "You won't be able to do anything about it. Leave me alone."

His eyebrows furrowed and a look of confusion took over his face. "What do you mean princess ?" He tried getting closer to you slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal. Frustration and anger rose inside you, getting up you took several step backs away from him. "Stop calling me that !"

You wiped your tears and pursued "You don't have the right to ignore me all the time and then act like you care about what happens to me !" Taken aback Neteyam stood up, still confused, only this time frustration was thrown in the mix as well.

"What are you saying ? Of course I care about you Y/N ! I always have," He took a deep breath, his chest rising up and down quickly. Your heart was beating in your chest. This was it, the moment you'd been waiting for. Neteyam had the right to not like you, but if it was the case, then you had to write a new chapter for yourself. Add a new event to your songchord.

"Look, I don't know what made you say that but we should go talk about it inside. The ceremony is going to start soon, you've been working on it for a while. I don't want us to be late." You started gritting your teeth to avoid hissing at him, your tail was smacking the ground so hard it was almost painful.

"Can't you see I don't care about the ceremony right now !" This man was going to make you crazy. "You wanted to know who made me cry ? Well, you'll be happy to know it was you ! You made me cry !" His mouth opened but no words escaped. You had rendered him speechless.

"For all these years Neteyam, we've been there for each other but lately it's like I don't even exist to you anymore ! I thought we had something different, that even if you could never return my feelings you still cared for me. But nothing ! The grand gestures, the nicknames, the love in your eyes they were all lies !"

Tears were running down your cheeks now but sky people could bomb the place that you would still finish what you had to say. "Did you know I love you Neteyam ? Did you know every time you pass me by, my heart can't help but beat for you ? The Great Mother knows I've tried telling you this a million times but you'd always been too busy with your duties to even glance at me anymore."

Now that anger had vanished, desperation took its place. All the adrenaline you felt earlier disappeared and your blood ran cold at what you just told him. Did you really just confess your love for him in the middle of the woods while crying like a madwoman ? Ashamed at your behavior you decided to run away for the second time today.

You had been lying on your bed for hours now, hidden away from anyone and anything that could remind you of how badly you messed up. The scene was replaying itself endlessly in front of you every time you closed your eyes. Your heart felt heavier by the minute. Neteyam hated you now, the only man you ever showed interest in probably thought you were crazy.

Tears came up again at the idea. You had skipped the warrior's ceremony. It was supposed to be a beautiful night with everyone in the clan to celebrate the coming of hot weather again and the bountiful hunt the warriors had brought back. There was simply no way you'd go just to see him get praised from every woman hoping to mate him one day, sitting back in your pod and being miserable while licking away at your wounds was more appropriate.

"Y/N, it's me, Tsireya. Can I come in ?" You groaned and turned around in your hammock. Apparently Tsireya didn't exactly care about whether or not you wanted her here because she simply opened the curtain and slipped inside. A pitiful look crossed her face at your state.

"Oh, Y/N" She hugged you and stroke your hair slowly. "Lo'ak told me to go check on you but I didn't think I'd find you like this, what happened ? Why weren't you at the ceremony ? You've been preparing for it for weeks." You wiped your cheeks and simply looked at her.

Your heart was still much too raw for you to tell the whole story so you skipped any details and said the chest covering you were planning on wearing wasn't done and you didn't want to go without it.

"You're a terrible liar you know that ? I have a feeling this concerns a certain Omaticaya man whose name starts with an N and ends with an M, but I won't probe deeper than that since you don't want me to." From behind her, Tsireya took out a bag you didn't notice she had and extended it to you "Open it."

Carefully feeling around the bag for anything fragile, you took out what felt like fabric beneath your fingertips. The set you had been working on all week was right in front of you, completely finished and glowing like small stars had been sprinkled on it.

"Tsireya," The sight had left you speechless and guilt clogged up your throat "This is incredible thank you, I'm sorry I wasn't here to wear it tonight." Though, the girl in front of her didn't seem very sad all her hard work went to waste, a small grin even made its way on her full lips.

"Oh but you are going to wear it tonight." What ? This didn't make any sense whatsoever. The ceremony had ended, everyone was back in their pods and probably sleeping already. "Every year, after the elders go to sleep a party is secretly organized with the younger adults to celebrate, and you are coming with me."

She didn't even let you say anything before pulling you up and throwing the clothes your way. This wasn't how you expected finishing up the day but knowing Neteyam there was little to no chance he'd be there partying with everyone without Jake and Neytiri knowing. Lo'ak and Kiri would undoubtedly show up but avoiding them would be rather easy.

By the end you had to admit you looked stunning even if the coverings ended up being much more revealing than intended. You could feel the breeze through them and hoped your pebbled nipples wouldn't peak through the strands of weed.

When you arrived in front of the group of party-goers, the temperature made it feel like you had a fever. It was reddening your cheeks and making you dizzy, filling you with excitement and fright all at once to produce a delicious mix of adrenaline.

"Here you are !" Lo'ak had been waiting for them on the side close to the drinks. Music was deafening you and the campfire gave a strange orange glow to everyone around. You didn't even listen to what he said to Tsireya before walking deeper in the party near the people dancing.

You had slowly started swaying to the tune when hands came on your hips. The man pulled you closer to him, your back against his hard chest. The scent of sea salt and leather broke your trance and you immediately looked up to see the only person you had tried to avoid all afternoon.

"Hello princess," There was Neteyam standing behind you in all his glory. He had took off his hunting gear and replaced it with necklaces and some of the traditional jewelry he used to wear back in the forest. He leaned in close to your ear "I was afraid you wouldn't come tonight, but thankfully you did. Saved me from going directly to your pod, though I definitely wouldn't have minded that either." You could feel his smirk against your ear.

"What are you doing here Neteyam ?" You tried getting out from his hold but he quickly pulled back stronger leaving you with no choice but to stay. He chuckled silently before blowing air on your neck. Shivers ran down your spine and you almost let out a whine at the closeness. "Mawey." his hand started to slowly go up your body leaving a trail of what looked like golden dust.

To say you were surprised at the substance covering his hands was an understatement. "What's this ?" The only answer was him coming closer to your neck and grazing the skin with his lips. You swallowed thickly, slowly exhaling while leaning your head back to his shoulders. With your eyes closed, the teasing sensation of his lips was almost too much.

"Open your eyes and look at the men around you, ma Y/N." The plane of soft pleasure he had you on felt way too good to ruin by the sight of others so you kept them closed. Only, Neteyam wasn't of the same opinion. Taking your chin between his fingers, he gently raised your head to set it upright. You let out an unsatisfied grunt and to that he slid his hand down to loosely grab your neck. "Look at their hands princess."

Only then after obeying him did you realize every man's hands were painted a different color, he had answered your question. "They said the paint was here to help men know which women were spoken for," Now that he mentioned it, Tsireya's waist and hands were covered in a vibrant shade of glittering red dust, just like Lo'ak's hands. You rolled your eyes, you didn't belong to Neteyam in any way and he knew that. "I know, it's absurd. To treat women like they're property waiting to be marked."

"Are you playing with me again Neteyam ?" You were on the verge of combustion and tried escaping his hold one last time before surrendering everything you were to him. Neteyam pulled you back by the string of your chest cover. "I'm not, ma Y/N. I've never played with your feelings only hid myself in delusions of indifference."

The hand close to your cover's string was playing dangerously with the knot holding it together "The idea is ridiculous but just imagining you with another's mark was enough to make me come here." There was no doubt if you sat anywhere now, the ground would be left soaking wet and if you didn't get out fast enough it would start trickling down your thighs.

"I'm not playing with your feelings ma Y/N. I've never played with your feelings only hid myself in delusions of indifference." Neteyam grabbed you by the arm and led you deeper towards the forest "Let me give you the reward you deserve princess."

As soon as you reached a quiet area with no one around to disturb the both of you anymore, he pressed his lips into you. Nothing could have prepared you for the sparks the kiss had ignited inside you. Neteyam's hands went from stroking your hair to gliding down your back and grab your ass.

You moaned in the kiss, feeling his chest and the scars you had wanted to lick for so long against your skin. When you tried deepening the kiss he suddenly pulled away, frowning at his rejection you wrapped your arms around his neck in hopes of closing the distance but Neteyam went for your neck "I'm sorry."

All the way down your body he kept muttering apologies on your skin, lighting up your soul with the briefest of touch and smearing the dust around until his gilded hands hid in the expanse of your body.

When he reached your loincloth he raised one of your legs on his shoulder and untied it. "I'm sorry for not giving you the love you deserve, for not realizing the gift of a woman that was in front me this whole time." But it was what he said next that would stay engraved in your memory forever "Oel n'gati kameie Y/N"

You almost cried at his words but the feeling of his mouth on your pussy was enough to make you scream instead. His tongue was hot, licking at your slit with long, slow strokes, lapping up the wetness between your legs. "All this for me princess ?" His smile could be felt on your skin.

"You really shouldn't have." With that he sucked at your clit and it was enough for the world around you to disappear. "Neteyam I-" Stars and gold dust clouding your vision. Your legs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was Neteyam's grip on your hips.

"Shh, princess. You're such a good girl for me." While he kissed you, you felt him tug on the knot of your cover to expose your chest to him. He latched on a nipple immediately sucking and lightly biting it before turning you around. "Lean on the tree princess, bend over for me.

Still shaky from your previous orgasm you did as he said. Neteyam's beads were clanking against each other and his bulge pressed against your behind. " I'm going to go slow at first tell me if it hurts." You nodded and braced yourself by holding the tree.

When the tip went in, it instantaneously felt like your whole world had changed. The groans in your ear felt like bliss and his thrusts began like he said, slow and gentle to get you used to him. As time passed his hands started holding you tighter, going deeper and faster into you. "Fuck, Neteyam I'm gonna- again." You both were panting like you had run around the whole village and golden dust was now everywhere.

"I know you want to, so come Y/N. Come with me." His hand went to your clit, toying with it and pinching it between his fingers. Your second orgasm hit you, moaning so loud the whole village was probably aware of what you were both doing by now. You felt Neteyam stop behind you and warm liquid going down you legs.

"You did so well for me princess." He kissed your spine before turning you around to carry you across the forest and back to one of the small hammocks you had set up before in an attempt to mimick your home. "Neteyam," He hummed and stroked your hair to let you know he was listening "Oel n'gati kameie".

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#neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar #jake sully #lo'ak #tsireya

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thrxughthenxght · 9 months

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I feel like Kaz and Inej would get married. I saw a post that said one day they just go down and sign papers but I think for Inej and her parents they would have a small wedding (Kaz just wants to be married, he doesn't care how it's done). I think they would have Inej's parents there and then obviously the crows (the only time Matthias' ghost will associate with Kaz).

Obviously they would have geraniums and I think they'd mix some Kerch and Suli wedding traditions. Kaz and Inej have to fight for Jesper and he ends up Kaz's best man and Nina is the maid of honour. I can also picture Inej wearing gloves so she and Kaz match. The whole thing would just be very soft because that's what they deserve.

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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honest — lo'ak sully

Description: Lo'ak has been preparing a courting gift for you, but you find out before he can even practice what he'll say. So why have you kept quiet about it?

Pairing: Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x GN!Reader (Na'vi)

Warnings/tags: mostly fluff, jumps around between POVs, courting practices/traditions that i'm not sure is accurate, takes place in the future, au where the events of atwow never happened, small death mention? not edited or proofread sorry

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's note: first time writing for avatar, my obsession has been rekindled since i rewatched both movies so it's going to be everyone's problem. this has been in the drafts for a while and i wanted to edit it but i don't think i ever will

Jake Sully had realized early into his training with Neytiri that a prominent trait of the Na’vi is that they don’t lie. He chalked up her bluntness as a dislike for sky people, and though it was true to some extent, it was also because the concept of lying was almost foreign. Not in their nature. There are no reasons to lie in their books.

Until, of course, time passed.

A new generation emerged that learned to lie a human way. It likely began shortly after the arrival of the Sky People, the destruction of their home along with it. He couldn’t blame them.

Now, as the people have reclaimed the forest, Jake couldn’t help but notice that his children were liars. It started with his oldest lying to get out of training, and it trickled down slowly until he finally realized that Tuk began to feign sickness so she can be pampered.

It’s mostly harmless. Amusing, almost.

But not when it interferes with training, no. Because time and time again he has told his youngest son that it will cost him people’s lives. And just when he thinks Lo’ak is honing his focus, something pulls him away. A cocky attitude, a good idea horribly executed, anything of the sort.

But this time? The Olo’eyktan can’t figure it out.

This is the third time Lo’ak has gone off and ditched training an hour early. Neteyam always covers.

The next day, Jake approaches Lo’ak after dinnertime, before everyone has gone to sleep. The son sits on a log and the father takes the place beside him.

“You’re off your game.” Jake isn’t accusatory, not mad, but he states it as a fact.

Lo’ak can’t look into his father’s eyes. “Sorry, sir.”

The man sighs, breaking down the barrier he had built between him and his own. “Don’t call me sir when we’re not on the field.”

Lo’ak is quiet.

“Why are you off your game?”

“I’ll work on it.”

“Did I ask what you were gonna do about it?”

“You asked why.”

“And?”

Jake doesn’t expect it. Not so bluntly, at least. “I’m preparing a courting gift.”

A smile makes its way onto his face. “Is it for Y/N?”

The boy’s head snaps up at him, “No way,” he shakes his head. “Did Neteyam tell you? When I get my hands on—“

This pulls a laugh out of Jake. “Nobody had to tell me. Hell, your mother probably knew before me.”

“I just want to make sure it’s perfect, okay?”

Neytiri watches you interact with her children from afar—the way you let Tuk pull on your tail, how Kiri and Spider smile from atop a branch, Neteyam even going along with the game you invented. Lo’ak sits on the sidelines and watches with an adoration in his eyes she’d never seen until you were introduced to the Sully kids long ago.

It’s almost time for your training. But she lets you hold that time a bit more when she sees how closely you watch for her youngest son even when he sits this one out.

It’s not long until you’re pulled away by Mo’at to practice healing. You spend time with the other healers, shadowing them and watching them work.

Neytiri is showing you a more efficient way to mix paste when she remembers a conversation she had, days ago, with her Jake.

“Lo’ak is preparing to court Y/N.”

From the affections that have seemingly grown between you and her youngest son, she deduced a simple, irrefutable fact: Lo’ak has begun the process of courting you. That would also explain his comings and goings at odd times of day.

“You must be very happy, Y/N.” She cleans up the table, while she watches you recall the motions she performed earlier with the paste.

You hum in agreement.

“Are you excited?”

This doesn’t even remotely catch you off guard, too focused on the task. So you mutter, “for what?”

“That Lo’ak has decided to court you. You seem happy with him.”

You falter—this moment is not lost on Neytiri.

But she’s relieved when you say, almost breathless, “Yeah, yeah, I am.”

Neteyam is the witness to a trainweck about to happen.

Something has definitely shifted. Not just the past few days, but ever since Lo’ak first told him about the gifts he has prepared for you.

Weeks ago.

The first few days of comings and goings, Neteyam excused him. But it has been weeks since he’s finished his gifts, and the only thing holding Lo’ak back is himself. Neteyam has been hyping up his brother to give them to you, even making sure that you would get some time alone together despite how busy it is for hunting season, but Lo’ak never takes the plunge.

You and Neteyam are close, no one can deny that. He’s felt a sense of duty to protect you ever since you became part of the family, and more so now that you might actually be officially a Sully once you and Lo’ak become real. He’d be lying if he said he’s not excited at the thought of you being able to hang around and attend family gatherings without feeling like you’re intruding, something you opened up to him about.

Obviously, he knows about your affections for his brother. But it seems you are clueless to Lo’ak’s subtle advances, and he is sick of him moping around because of it.

At night, when the family is cleaning up after eating, they are all chatting around the fire and Neteyam calmly observes the scene, eating yovo fruit.

But their mother says something that puts this entire situation into a crescendo.

“They are quite smitten with you.” She says it as an offhanded comment, and his brother doesn’t respond at first, too focused on tidying up.

But Lo’ak hums. “Who?“

She almost laughs. Neteyam’s eyes widen as it dawns on him that something is about go go very, very wrong.

“Y/N, of course. Who else?”

Lo’ak’s head snaps up in surprise. “Really?” His tail swishes around, unable to contain his excitement.

Okay, maybe it won’t be so bad, Neteyam thinks.

“They are certainly happy that you’ve decided to court them.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Before Neteyam can stop this (and deep down, he knows it’s too late), Lo’ak’s eyes narrow, tail dropping to the ground with a thump, ears dropping.

“I haven’t even told them yet.”

At this, the entire family falls quiet. Spider and Kiri have stopped talking (even if only in hushed whispers), Neteyam stops chewing, hell—Tuk has stopped talking to their father, who is the last to notice the quiet.

Jake observes the situation.

“Dad,” Lo’ak catches his attention. “Did you tell them about the gift? Is it because I’m skipping on training? ‘Cause—“

“Woah, hey,” Jake holds his hand up to stop him. Neteyam can read his brother unraveling, his tail between his legs and ears flicking in panic. “Slow down.”

Lo’ak breathes.

“I didn’t tell anybody, okay?”

That’s when he turns around, facing Neteyam.

“Was it you? Did you say something?” Though Lo'ak is cautious to make accusations, the older brother can tell it’s at the tip of his tongue.

But their mother interrupts, thankfully.

“Lo’ak,” she says gently. “I did not realize they didn’t know. It’s my mistake.”

The youngest son slowly faces her. “What—what did they say?”

“That they are happy.“

“Nothing else?”

She shakes her head.

Lo’ak has been enamoured by your presence since he was little.

He remembers vividly how you showed up at his family’s tent with an offering of fruits you gathered yourself, as a thank you to the Olo’eyktan for saving your father from a brush with death during hunting. You were both just nine then, wide-eyed and less weathered by the world and its tragic circumstances.

And for years, he grew closer to you, though keeping a distance because that’s what he needed to accept any capacity you’ll grant, even if it was just close friendship.

But as the years passed, the both of you maturing alongside each other, attending the most important rites of passage and ceremonies (he can still hear how loud you cheered once he tamed his ikran), he has found himself almost unable to hold back how he feels. He realized that he didn’t have much time left to court you when all of a sudden you had different people—some of his friends, too—in the clan asking to court you after you’d completed Uniltaron.

He got to work immediately, skipping out on training and having his brother cover for him when he didn’t show to join the hunting party even when Jake insisted. He made himself unavailable just to dedicate his time into impressing you. He learned under one of the most skilled jewelry-makers in the clan to ensure it met the standards for a proper courting gift—he needed you to know he cared.

But as he stumbles out of his family’s kelku, eyes immediately scanning for yours, he thinks he must have fucked up somehow. You found out about his courting gift before he could even say a word to you about it. And you haven’t said anything to him since then, that means you don’t return his feelings…right?

If he were in your situation and found out you were preparing to court him, he would have ran to you right away, saying yes to your proposal. You’ve been quiet. Maybe you’re deciding how to turn him down gently. Eywa, must this really happen?

When you’re nowhere to find in your family’s kelku, your sister mentions that you haven’t been home since eclipse.

He finds you exactly where he expects you to be, just like every time you have needed space. You’re alone up on a branch, secluded by trees in the outskirts, but he can see your shadow just enough against the indigo sky.

He climbs.

As he reaches the thick branch, you’re already looking at him with a slight upturn of your lips.

A smile is good, right? At least you don’t hate him. You would have pushed him off by now if you did.

He perches himself close to the trunk, a few inches from you.

“Where have you been?” He asks when you don’t say anything upon his arrival.

You turn to him. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Fair,” He hauls himself up to sit next to you, returning the smile. “Are you going to answer, though?”

“No.”

No? No?!

Lo’ak’s smug demeanor falters, ears flat against his skull, and you could probably tell judging by the way you hold back a snicker.

“Is it…” He struggles to find the words when you’re looking at him like that. “Is it true that my mother told you?”

“Told me what?”

He fights the urge to make a remark, because he can tell you’re playing with him. You clearly know what he’s alluding to, yet you refuse.

“You know what.” He adds flatly.

“I do not.”

Eywa.

He chose you, after all. He needs to own it. Regardless of how you’ll turn him down.

“That I plan to court you. If—if you allow me to.”

He is certain his heart stops beating when you take his hand, smoothing your palm over his before clasping them together. The warmth travels throughout his body.

“On one condition.”

“Anything, I’ll do anything—” He doesn’t even care if it makes him sound desperate. “I will.”

“You should not care if your courting gifts are perfect,” You mutter, losing a little bit of confidence and Lo’ak realizes your eyes have a sheen to them. “I think you are already perfect. I see you, Lo’ak.”

This is the moment he realizes that, as much as you’ve held his heart in your hands, he has held yours.

“I see you, yawne.”

#avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #loak sully #loak #lo'ak #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #loak x reader #loak sully x reader #lo'ak sully x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #atwow x reader #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #loak fluff

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eventidesworld · 1 month

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My modern-day Kaz x Inej head-canons

They have a cat

They read and annotate books together

They study and do puzzles together

They have matching sleep sweaters, Kaz's sweater says Inej's name and Inej's sweater says Kaz's name

They go out for ice creams and milkshakes in the summer and hot chocolate in the winter

Kaz spends a lot of money buying Inej gifts and necessary things even though she insists he shouldn't spend that much money (But she takes the gifts anyway)

Kaz tells her stories in the evening, Inej tells him stories as well

Whenever Inej gets into a silly argument with someone, Kaz always backs her up

Inej is a tom-boy (she only wears dresses and traditional Suli clothing sometimes) and studies law

Kaz studies business and economics

Inej bakes cookies for her friends, Kaz loves them but never admits it

When they go to a restaurant, Inej orders spicy food sometimes which Kaz has a miserable time eating (he can't handle spicy food), but, of course, he never admits it and ends up seething by the time he finishes, Inej laughs the whole time

Kaz loves, if not, is absolutely obsessed with Inej's hair, which is why he taught himself various hairstyles like braids, ponytails, buns, curling, and straightening so he could do it for her (as an excuse to touch it more)

For his birthday, Inej looks around with Jesper for the hardest escape rooms

For her birthday, Kaz organizes the biggest parties but lies and says Jesper and Nina were the ones who put it together to not draw attention (Inej doesn't fall for it)

Once they reach that stage of intimacy, they would love cuddling, hand kisses, cheek kisses, hugging, and holding hands, Inej loves to rest her head on his shoulder, they sleep in the same bed, and he lets Inej be the big spoon sometimes (But they do also love kiss-kisses and some private bedroom stuff every other day as well)

She steels Kaz's waffles in the morning, he gets a little grouchy at first but then doesn't mind

When she's cold, Kaz lets her borrow his Jacket

Hope you like'em :)

#six of crows #kaz brekker #grishaverse #inej ghafa #kanej #modern au #headcanon #kaz x inej #romance #shipping

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kondensaduhhh · 1 year

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a continuation of this, again the Spider Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan AU belongs to @dirtytransmasc

Jake was worried. Not only for how his family will handle such a great loss, but how they were going to lay Spider to rest. It was without a doubt that Spider was a child of Eywa through and through, from how he walked and prowled the forest, hunting, obeying Eywa’s laws, how he wore his hair and clothing, to how Pandora seemingly took care of Spider, as She would her own na’vi children. Despite all of this, Spider was still human. He had no tail, no large, yellow eyes adapted to the dark, a heightened sense of hearing, and most importantly, he had no queue.

Jake and Neytiri, but mostly Neytiri, made sure to let Spider know that he was no less worthy of being part of the omaticaya or their family because of these physical differences. They made sure that Spider felt loved, and never felt left out whenever his human-ness prevented him from certain events, like his inability to eat some of the foods prepared during feasts or celebrations, they had Norm and the scientists to make an edible equivalent of na’vi foods made from Earth food, or when he and Neteyam’s iknimaya, he had to sit the ikran taming part out, Jake remembered how Spider had begged to at least try to tame one, and his mate had overheard and refused, because while Neytiri as traditional, she wants to ‘keep her son alive, MaJake, Eywa, give me strength’.

But Spider never could disobey his Ma, especially if it made her this distressed, so he sat it out, watched Neteyam took to the sky, yelling and hollering alongside Kiri and Lo’ak. Eventually though, when Kiri and Lo’ak’s iknimaya happened and got their own ikran, after riding behind either Neteyam or Kiri, never Lo’ak because those two together make the most dangerous decisions, and together they can convince Neteyam to do stupid shit with them.

Jake remembered how his blood ran cold and how fast he ran when Spider, who was riding behind Lo’ak, fell when the ikran made a loop, flipping them upside down, only to be caught by Neteyam on his ikran, before repeating what Lo’ak just did, with Spider airborne again, he remembered how he can hear their hollering and laughing, then him yelling at them to ‘cut that shit out and get your asses down here!’. Needless to say, they were all grounded for the next month.

When he told his mate, her eyes widened, asking a thousand questions, if all of them were safe, did any of them get hurt, and breathing sigh of relief when he said they were alright. “They get that from you.” she exasperates, Jake chuckles and retorts, “They get that from you too.”

As years years went, Spider got better at jumping from ikran to ikran, walking from Neteyam’s ikran, to Lo’ak’s, and finally to Kiri’s to simply just say something. A profound proof that Spider belongs on Pandora, Neytiri says so, whenever they see Spider attempt things no sky person will be able to pull off, a bright smile and an echoing laughter on his face as he does.

Their Spider, their son, who is not only their child, but also Eywa’s.

Now, Jake worries whether the cove of ancestors will accept his human body or not. Still, as they wrap and prepare their son, (so small, he was only sixteen, their son was only sixteen), Neytiri praying to the Great Mother, seemingly having the same worries as Jake, for Her to take care of him, to accept him, to let him rest among Her children that came before him.

All of them holds Spider, their brother, their son, as they lower him into the water, his mask was gone from his face, the water making his curls cover his face, and with an expression Jake never wanted to see on Tuk, she gently brushes them out of the way. Opposite of their youngest, is Neytiri, who looks so tired, she brushes the back of her fingers against their son’s cheek, like how she used to when she first met him, his blond hair still so fair, almost white in it’s lightness, oh how Jake’s heart rejoiced as he saw her fall in love with the human child, but now his already shattered heart breaks impossibly further.

In front of him was Kiri, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing his arm, like how she used to when they fell asleep together in the forest. They were inseparable when Neytiri got them to meet, Spider was still too small for an exo pack, but they seemed to have been able to communicate with no words exchanged, and when he was finally big enough for an exo pack, they understood each other the way no one else can and would wander through the forest like they were made for it. Kiri brought out the gentleness and softness in their rambunctious, excitable Spider, and Spider protected her when the other children teased her for having such qualities.

Trailing close behind them was Lo’ak and Neteyam. Lo’ak, for once, looks like his mother, tired, too tired for a boy his age. Much like Kiri, when Spider and Lo’ak met, they clicked instantly, wreaking havoc whereever they went, feeding off of each other’s energy, if Spider was mad at somebody, Lo’ak was mad at them too, if Lo’ak likes something, Spider likes it too, and if one of them has an idea, it’s ride or die.

And Neteyam, oh Neteyam, looks like he is one wrong braid in the wrong place away from crying, Neteyam made Spider more responsible, and Spider made sure that his baby brother still knows to have fun and enjoy himself.

‘I’m bigger than you, if anything you’re the baby brother’ ‘Ah, nah, bro, I got to hold you when you were a baby, so you’re definitely the baby brother, now do as i say’ they laughed, when Neteyam tried to swipe at Spider but spider was too fast.

As gently as they could, they let Spider sink. They watched in anticipation as his body lowered. Slowly, Eywa embraces their son, their brother, She has accepted him. Kiri cries, tears lost in the sea, in both grief and happiness, now that her brother is with the Great Mother’s care. She takes hold of Tuk’s hand, as Neytiri takes a hold of his, her other hand covering her nose and mouth, swallowing a sob. After a few moments, Jake sees Neteyam let out a gust of air and immediately coming up into the open air, Lo’ak follows suit. Jake gestures to his girls to come up. When they emerged from the water, they heard Neteyam’s sobs first, before the image of him weeping into one hand, the other around Lo’ak.

Jake swims closer, as does the rest of the family, “I should’ve- but I- I couldn’t do anything, i wasn’t fast enough, i should’ve-“ Jake holds his son, shushing him, stroking his hair, “Neteyam, you have been strong for too long, it’s okay-“ “-no it’s not-“ “ you tried your best, and for that Spider would be proud of you,” he whispers, “I didn’t save him,” he sobbed, “I’m sorry, buddy, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, im so sorry.” at this point everyone had offered some comfort to Neteyam, be it a side hug from Lo’ak, a proper hug from Tuk, Kiri wiping away his tears, and Neytiri kissing Neteyam’s forehead, whispering, “my son, my mighty warrior, it will be okay”

Once Neteyam has calmed down, they all swim down to see Spider.

They make the connection and for a while, everything was white, a wriggling fear that it won’t work, but then, laughter.

“Dad! Dad, look!” Spider hangs upside down from a branch, with no mask, in all his shining joy, “i’m so much faster than Neteyam now!” Jake breathes a grounding breath, Spider jumped down from branch to branch with ease and efficiency “Dad? You okay? What happened?”

“Nothing, son, just… i’m real happy to see you, i’m so proud,” He says, unable to keep the wetness out of his voice, he brings a hand to the side of his face, caressing what he, they normally can’t.

Spider laughs, it’s short, but by Eywa, did Jake miss it, “Okay, dad.” He just smiles, warm brown eyes, so lively than the last he saw it, scared and light flickering and then gone.

“Monkey boy!” Kiri, eyes also red rimmed. And Jake leaves them to it. Letting their laughter and screams of childish excitement fill the hole that was Spider in his heart.

i don’t know how the the whole spirit tree thing works😭😭, so cut me some slack.

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