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torukmaktoskxawng · 16 days
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Sleeping Beauty Series Masterlist
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Lo'ak/Fem!Reader/Neteyam - Here
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Eetu/Fem!Reader/So'lek - Coming Soon
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Jake Sully/Fem!Reader/Tsu'tey - Coming Soon
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Inspo/Series' Origin
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Somnophilia, warnings will be added as series progresses
Taglist: @pandoraslxna @inolaphoenix @neteyamsoare @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @taronyuhunter @neteyamsyawntu @neteyamsl0ver @awesomenessfeet
Dividers by: @benkeibear
Lo'ak & Neteyam Pics by: @cinetrix2
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weasleytwinwheezes · 1 year
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smart man, smarter mouth
tsu'tey x na'vi!reader
in which jake tells tsu’tey about some of the more intimate ways earth people mate
warnings: this is pure filth, minors PLEASE do not interact
a/n: i seem to write smut much quicker than angst so requests open! please nothing weird for the younger kiddos, i dont feel comfy writing that :)
Mated life with Tsu’tey was bliss. He was caring and attentive to you in all ways. Never eating too much food until you had your fill. Letting you lead the way in decorating your home. He had even gone so far as letting you name the new banshee he bonded with after the War. 
The way he treated you in the domestic roles of your relationship definitely carried over into the more intimate side of it. He was what the elder ladies of the clan called- a giver. He was all hands, tongue, and teeth when he had the chance. Tsu’tey enjoyed mating like any other male, but he especially enjoyed it when he knew you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. 
The two of you weren’t shy about sex. It was a normal thing to do, but it seemed like something was missing. You had heard of the things Jake and Neytiri had been doing behind closed doors. Neytiri was not afraid to share the intimate details of her mating with Toruk Makto. She often snipped about how his smart mouth had other uses to her. The things you learned had you more than a little interested in experiencing them yourself. 
You just didn’t know how to broach the subject with Tsu’tey, but thanks to the insufferable Jake Sully you wouldn’t have to. 
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One rainy evening you laid around the small fire in the middle of your home. Your mate at your back, strong arms thrown over you. You had not anticipated him wanting to mate this eve. He had a rough hunt today and the weather didn’t help his somewhat sour mood. 
You didn’t know what exactly caused the puckered look on his face, but he had worn it since he arrived back to high camp. Knowing how he could be, you decided not to press. He would share when he was ready, you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. 
Settling into your mates arms, his breath fanning lightly against your neck-you heard him let out a deep sigh. 
“What troubles you my yawne? You do not seem like yourself?” you lightly asked, playing with his large hands. 
You watched as he balled his fist over and over, going tense at your back. Almost as if at war with himself. 
Tsu’tey stayed quiet for several moments, before his deep voice replied, “There was something interesting Jake mentioned today. About how people of Earth would mate.” 
“Oh? Do they not mate as we do?” you questioned, heart pounding as Neytiri's words swam to the forefront of your thoughts. 
He sat still for a what felt like eternity, seeming to be searching for the right words, “He says that they will use their mouths on each other. All over each other and I think I would like to try that with you. If it’s fine with you yawne.” 
Suddenly you were very aware of every place your skin connected, especially his hard groin pressing into your back. The air in your tent felt smothering as Tsu’tey ran his hands along your still form. 
“I-I do not mind. I would like to know. If you’re sure?” you answered through a shaky breath. 
With your now spoken permission, he was like a man possessed. Flipping you underneath him, his lips met yours in a fiery kiss as he pressed his full weight into you. 
“Do you feel that my yawne? Do you feel how excited I am to please you?” he growled into your lips, slightly rocking his hips against yours. 
Before you had the chance to answer he was nipping and sucking at all the skin in his path downwards, leaving dark purple marks that you were sure would be noticeable tomorrow. 
Your body felt like it was on fire from the attention he was giving it. Minutes felt like hours as Tsu’tey took his time reaching the band of your loincloth. You nearly jumped when you felt his sharp fangs graze the soft skin of your navel. Peeking downwards you were rewarded with your mates lustful eyes as he pressed his long nose against your clothed cunt. 
A wave of arousal flooded you as you watched him inhale deeply, before pushed your loincloth out of the way. The cold air against your hot folds was enough to make you whine loudly, wanting any kind of friction you could get. 
The first lick was tentative, him unsure of how you would react. But the loud moan that ripped from you lips, had him digging in like a man starved. 
You didn’t even have a word to describe it, your mind completely blank as he worked his tongue and lips along your sex. Below you could feel the slight move of his body, most likely rocking himself into the soft furs to relieve a bit of tense. Knowing what he was doing and the feeling was otherworldly, you felt like you were floating. 
Until he nipped at the little bud that sat atop her folds, resulting in you fiercely grabbing his braids. The sharp tug you gave his hair, pulling a muffled groan from the man below you. The vibrations directly on your clit quickly overwhelming you. It didn’t take much more for you to reach your high as his large hands came up to knead your heaving breasts. Pushing your top out of the way, he twisted one as he also paid special attention to your clit.
 Your orgasm hitting you like a direhorse as you pulled even harder on his hair. A low moan mixed in with your more high-pitched one and you knew what had happened. Tsu’tey came from what he was doing to you. 
Neytiri was right, his smart mouth really did have other uses.
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moongumi · 2 years
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HOW YOUR NA'VI FUCKS YOU
⟶ cw. drabble, explicit, smut, pwp, size-kink, size play, exophilia, marking, biting, alien-fucking, squirting, fingering, oral (m+f), cervix fucking + more
a/n. hoya, this truly came out of horniness for the blue aliens i desire, i wanna write full fics at some point but i hope these satisfy my fellow alien-fuckers.
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the na'vi, is huge. he towers you, double the height of a normal human male. his size is reflective elsewhere too. his shaft is large, too long and too thick–he doesn’t care, he believes that it will fit. he does everything to make sure it fits, he makes sure the entire thing fits even if he goes inch, by inch, by inch–torturing himself, resisting his animalistic urge to completely pound you into the wet mulch.
the na'vi, marks you. he clings onto you when his entire length is inside of you. he holds you tightly, his large blue hands leaving handprints all over you, mostly your hips, upper arm, under your thighs…and your neck, oh your throat–constantly covered in a large handprint, he gifts you necklaces large enough to cover them when around the tribe but hell, he doesn’t let you wear it when you’re alone. 
the na'vi, bites. his fangs, nips, chews at your soft skin. he utters words like, “human, your skin is as soft as whale blubber.”. hard to understand until you were given blubber to try. he loves when you’re on your knees, chest dug into ground with your back arched. ass bare for him, he nips them before completely devouring your cunt.
the na'vi, loves the way you taste. he can't stop, he makes you cum too many times. your juices taste like nectar to him, the rarest kind. he would awaken you with a taste for himself and even put you to bed with his head between your legs, his tongue deep inside penetrating you, curling his tongue along all the ridges and cavities he can find.
the na'vi, is needy. he’s always wanting you. he wants to explore you, how different you are to his kind. he plays with you anytime he gets, fingers deep inside feeling for anything new–he loves the sounds it makes, the wet squelches and the way when he moves too much liquids squirt out and you whimper in into your fists trying to make no noise.
the na'vi, always plays with you outdoors. he enjoys fucking you under the moonlight the most, with the glow of the scrubs and trees around. he likes the way the colours bounce off your bare skin, hue completely different to his own. 
the na'vi, stares, he stares at the way his cock stretches you–his cock the size of your arm somehow fits. humans must’ve been made for this. the lips curl, fat plump lips–hug his cock, dragging and sucking him back in when he would thrust, he loved doing it slowly, seeing the way your cunt moves, leaving trails of your white cum all over his blue cock.
the na'vi, loves your mouth. the way it chokes on his cock, taking it deep inside your throat. he loves the colours of your tongue, the way it mixes with his–the way it’s so hot and warm when he feels it with his tongue. 
the na'vi, palms your tits. his kind don’t have large tits like yours. they jiggle when he fucks you from any angle and he always wants his hands or mouth on them. 
the na'vi, melts from the tunes of your voice. your moans, groans, whimpers and cries–he hears them in his sleep. the way your lips fall apart, you’re unable to resist making those little noises for him.
the na'vi, allows you to mount him. it’s his favourite position. watching the way you struggle to sit on his cock properly, constantly adjusting and begging him for help. his large hands holding onto your much smaller hips–helping guide you as your body shudders and shakes from the pleasure. he loves the way your small hands rest on his chest as you ass bounces on his cock, whimpering. he sees the way his cock looks inside of you, he can see it when you sit and stare it him, telling him, “i’ve taken all of you, look.” you rest his palms on your stomach, the ridge of his head inside can be felt from above your belly button. it makes him harder to know you can take so much for such a small being.
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dreamingofpandora · 6 months
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(nsfw content under the cut - minors dni - 18+ only! - bsf!jake sully x fem!reader)
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can't stop thinking about best friend jake who comes to check on you in your hut one night, after the two of you had a heated argument during training. he knocks on the door before you let him in, and the two of you start to talk it out. but tensions quickly rise again, though this time, it's a different type of tension.
before either of you can even process what's happening, he has you bent over your bed with his fingers buried deep inside you as you let out desperate, incoherent whines; tears brimming your eyes. you don't even know how you got into this situation. how your best friend was the one thrusting his long fingers in and out of your tight pussy.
jake pulls your head back by your kuru, getting a good, hungry look at your swollen lips while he lets out a frustrated grunt. he pulls his fingers out from inside you; the unwelcomed feeling of emptiness overcoming your senses as he grabs you by the waist and flips you over.
he wanted so badly to thrust his throbbing dick into you, feeling you flutter around his length while you scream out his name. but he knew that if he gave into his desires, if he went all the way, your friendship would never be the same.
you sloppily reach forward to grab at his wrist, wanting to pull him back to you, but jake gazes down at the bulge in his loincloth with a pained hiss. precum stains the thin fabric as he begins to palm at his hard cock, his eyes glossing over. he leans forward and cages your entire body with his arms, grazing your earlobe with his sharp fang.
'jus' the tip... that would be okay, right?' his deep, raspy voice growls into your ear, sending shivers through your entire body.
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magnoliabutters · 1 year
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• TEACH ME •
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pairing: jake sully x reader (na’vi, they/them)
summary: you want to make jake feel as good as he made you feel…
request: by anonymous; hi! um please do a part 2 for "yes, ma'jake" ✨ please ✨
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 spoilers, smuttitty, oral (m receiving), inexperienced giver, lack of proof reading (sworry), sub/dom dynamics explored, etc.
word count: ~1.6k
support your writer: reblogs for mister sooollllyyy 💙
note: yummy, my favorite kinda smut! ✨ hope y’all agree!
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Jake’s hands rest beside either side of your face. You peer into those ember eyes. Your chest still rising and dropping quickly after the incredible spark of pleasure you just experienced. You watch as his eyes rake over your face. A smile slowly forming, starting at his right cheek.
“I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmurs out with a chuckle. “And I’ve seen so much beauty on Pandora.” You can’t help but blush. Your heart beating faster than it ever has. “I see you, Ma’Jake,” you whisper as your hand cups his cheek. “I see you, y/n,” he coos.
Your other hand is wrapped around his devilish waist. Slowly, your hand travels to his front. It slides over the smooth skin of his hip, stomach, and abs. His eyes shine with excitement as he watches over you with increasing curiosity. You bite your lip, knowing exactly where your hand is leading.
You gradually bring your hand to the place where Jake’s hip and leg meet. You watch as his breathing quickens. A smirk pulls across your face, as your fingers fall underneath his loincloth. Your fingers brush against tight curls, until they hit a hardened force. Finally, those eyes of his close. You trace closer and closer to your intended location.
With a slow movement, you raise up to kiss him softly. You whisper against his lips, “I want to make you feel as good as I do right now.” He lets out a gasped chuckle. His head shakes as his eyes open to see you. “Yes, please,” he murmurs with a slight grin. You lick your lips as your other hand presses against his chest. You continue to push him where his back falls gently against the mineralized dirt. His shoulders and neck supported up against a rock beside one of the tree of souls.
You crawl over his body. Your legs resting between his own. His hardened self pressing against your stomach. “Teach me,” you instruct. Your eyelashes fluttering as you seduce Jake Sully. He loses his breath as he watches you hover over his heated skin. “Teach you?” he asks in excited disbelief. “Teach me how to make you…” you trail off as you smile. Your hand covering over your mouth in innocent embarrassment.
Jake’s beaming smile gives you all the comfort you could ever need. “You can take them off,” he whispers as he nods down to his lower half. You follow his eye line and fall upon his cloth. You hook your fingers upon his waistline and pull down. As quick as you pulled, his appendage releases and smacks against his lower stomach. You watch in awe as it’s thick veined self made your mouth salivate.
He watches you, looking for any signs of worry. He is more than pleased to see you adjust your seat, excited for his girth. “What do you want to do with it, love?” he asks as he pins his arm behind his head. His other hand beginning to hold the base of his cock. Your eyes flick up towards him. You feel all the blood rush between your legs as your mouth falls open. “I want it,” you whisper.
Jake releases a sharp breath as his arm now reaches towards your face. “Where?” he says as his thumb traces over your lips. Your heart pounds, loud enough that you can hear it in your ears. His thumb pulls against your lip. “My mouth,” you murmur. He bites his lip. His hand travels to the back of your head. His fingers begin to intertwine with your hair. “You can if you want to,” he whispers. His mouth slowly opens. His tongue floating the the roof.
You begin to lower yourself onto him. Your eyes still stuck on his. You swear goosebumps rush through both of your bodies, as you slightly adjust your stance. Your hands now rest heavily against the tops of his thighs. As you draw closer, your eyes switch to the head of his cock. You lick your lips as you hover above it. He removes his hand from behind his head. He lightly guides one of your hands to hold the base of his veined appendage. He gasps at your touch and wiggles underneath your body. “This will help you keep it still,” he struggles to get out.
You smile. “Thank you,” you murmur. Your grip immediately tightens against Jake’s thickness. He lets out a quick breath. His eyes never leaving you. Your tongue brushes against his tip. You feel salt as you begin to circle around the head. “Y/n, yeah just like that,” he moans as squirms under you. He slightly thrusts into your mouth as he does. You enjoy the sensation of him against your tongue, lightly filling the space within your mouth.
You close your lips around the appendage and slowly take a bit more into your mouth. He lets out a deep, gut-wrenching moan as he struggles to keep his hips still. Your ears flatten. Your eyes raise to see the strongest man you know now vulnerable beneath you. Toruk Makto. You were the only person to have that control over him. And. You. Liked. It.
Your tongue flutters against his head. The groans he makes leave your face hot and flush. Following your instincts, you take even more. You feel his firm self bobbing against the inside of your cheek. Between heavy breaths, his hand falls upon yours at the base. He guides your hand up and down his shaft, never going past it’s middle. He prompts your wrist to twist as you come back down. Once you have a good rhythm, his hand becomes weak and lets go. “That’s good, baby,” he mumbles. “Don’t stop.”
Jake’s eyebrows wince together. Almost as though he was in pain, but you knew he wasn’t. You continue going up and down as you suck your tongue against his tip. You feel a prominent vein traveling up his cock. You gently massage it with your thumb. With that, he lets out a whimper. His eyes still closed, but now the grip behind your head was getting tighter.
He pulls you closer onto him. You dig deeper, wanting more and more of him. You try your best not to gag, but when you do, you squeeze against his base. You pull up off of him. Saliva strings trailing from your lips to his cock. As you wipe away the spit from your mouth, you catch him staring at you with absolute adoration. “You’re a quick learner,” he says with a weak laugh. You smile as you slowly lower your head. “You’re a good teacher,” you mumble before you slide his cock between your legs.
Jake releases another sweet moan as his head floats back onto the rock. His thumb rubbing against your scalp as you bob up and down on his cock. “More, baby girl,” he whimpers. “Please.” With a smile, you take in as much as you can. A gag here and there but you swear you can feel his curls at the tip of your nose. Your eyes are closed shut as tears form at their edges. “How do you like my cock down your throat?” he asks. His hand pushing down against the base of your skull.
You mumble against his cock. A pulse begins to rock your world between your legs. You were ready for another round. Making him moan is your new favorite thing. You continue bobbing, as tears shoot down your cheeks. You take a breath of air and immediately trace your tongue down his shaft. You move along to his balls, cradling them in your mouth gently. “Fuck,” he seethes out through gritted teeth as he peers down at you.
Suddenly, Jake grabs hold of your hair and queue. His grip tight, enough to make you wince, but you didn’t mind. He pushes you deeper onto his cock. He fills up your entire mouth, your throat. “Take it, baby,” he whispers. Your hands brace for impact against the tops of his thighs. He begins to thrust harshly against the back of your throat. He loves to hear the sound of where your mouth connects with his cock. “Take all of it.”
You hear his moans become lighter, shakier. His grip against your hair tightens and releases on repeat. You look up to him to see his eyes closed, his mouth ajar. His lips barely covering his fangs as his tongue is restless in his mouth. “Shit,” he mumbles. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” You pull away from his grasp and choke on his cock, taking everything in for these last few moments. You begin to feel him twitch in your mouth as his entire body tightens below you.
Jake’s moans ring through Ewya’s forest. His pleasure-filled groans slightly come out as hisses as he cums harshly against your throat. He continues to thrust past your lips until every last drop is resting on your tongue. You fall back into your hands as you rest between his legs. He continues breathing heavily against the rock. His eyes, those devilish, watching you. The side of his lip begins to snarl as he watches you with animalistic eyes. You swear this must be the gaze between predator and prey.
Quickly, his hand tucks against the side of your face as he bites into a kiss. You feel his sharp teeth dig against your lips. A slight taste of metal appears. Your tongues clash against each other as his hand presses tightly against your neck. He pulls away sharply, but leaves his lips a few inches from your face. His thumb and index finger tight against each side of your throat.
“Turn around. Get on all fours, like the good mate you are.”
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note: the whole time i’m thinking “sorry ewya,” but i also don’t blame the great mother for wanting to peep on all the mating 😈
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sullyslut · 1 year
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ok, so i've got two things in the works currently.
one's a multi chapter fic i'll probs upload on here and on AO3, that's an OC fic
and the other one will be uploaded here only and is a Jake Sully x Human!reader fic cos there needs to be more out in the world!!!
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cyberfreaky · 3 months
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ur fave as a big, burly man w/ a dad bod <33
he’ll have you in prone bone, the weight of his body heavy on top of you as he fucks you slow and deep. the pudge of his tummy would lay upon the small of your back, while he left wet kisses across the back of your neck.
“mm, that’s it…f—fuck...” he’d grunt in your ear, making you whine in response. “takin’ me so well, baby. so fuckin’ good.” his thick, girthy cock was stretching your pussy out, your hole gripping his dick each time he pulled out and slammed right back into you.
your head fell between your shoulders, the feeling of being crushed on the bed made you feel dizzy. your whimpers and babbles didn’t go unnoticed, it was music to his ears as he began to roll his hips a little harder. his breathing was staggered and heavy, melodically mixing with the squeaking of the bed.
you were rendered speechless as your orgasm pulled on your core, about to send you over the edge with a few more sloppy and languid thrusts. he felt your slick cunt tightening around his dick, his heavy balls slapping tirelessly against your clit. it was impossible for either of you to hold off any longer.
his moans resembled a growl almost, as you both reached your climax. you’d cry out as he stuffed your pussy, thick, hot spurts of his cum filling you up to the brim. he’d continue leaving sloppy kisses across your shoulder blades, beads of his sweat dripping onto your warm skin. he was absolutely spent, but he couldn’t pull out just yet.
it wouldn’t take long before he’d fall on top of you. he tried his hardest not to suffocate your smaller body, caging you between his big, bulky arms. he’d breathlessly rut into you slowly, fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside you.
— simon (ghost) riley, jake sully, könig
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dilfverz · 1 year
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jake sully who murmurs out "just the tip" into the junction of your neck as his hips roll against your own, pressing sloppy kisses at your pulse point with the silent question of continuation. jake sully who's unable to hide his pleasure, lashes fluttering along his cheek bone and the tip of his tail curling as he sinks into you. just the tip, just the— fuck. jake sully who's fisting at the bioluminescent moss beneath his hips in order to ground himself, chest heaving with uncertainty in proceeding with his previous statement. jake sully who's head tilts up as he fights the buckling of his hips, to sheath himself fully inside. babbling hopeless pleads as your thighs squeeze around his hips, "c'mon baby.. please, please, please—"
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loaksbitch · 1 year
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blame tumblr for deleting my draft and make me rework this with rush— now girlies, imagine jealous neteyam pull you to his side, claiming you as his yes? this is the long awaited update (pt 3) of the i trusted you series.
warnings - hard angst, vulgar language, jealous neteyam i repeat, JEALOUSY NETEYAM! ugh, cussing, neteyam is tired of hurting and trying, kiri is best girl for boosting up neteyam to make a step kinda? that’s it for now!
likes and reblogs are appreciated for the final part! i love each and every one of you babies mwah!! — 3.2k wc and poor-ish grammar
“i want to trust you.” — neteyam sully (★,꩜)
here’s part (one) – (two) — (four) of this series
neteyam’s state wasn’t good when he went back home.
you’re leaving the clan because of him, you’re leaving your home, your childhood, your everything because of him.
you’re leaving him because of him.
still not accepting the words you’ve said to him, he hadn’t noticed his younger sister waiting for him right when he got back to the village, hunting long forgotten.
kiri on other hand had enough, she’s tired of seeing her brother suffer for what he was trying to make right, especially after that night. the night she saw her perfect brother kneel in front of a female na’vi begging you not to go.
“neteyam,” his name being called, pulls him out from his thoughts and his tired eyes land on his sister who has her arms crossed against her chest. “what part of leave me alone don’t they understand?” neteyam silently says under his breath
“you know i can hear you right?” kiri scoffs
“what part of i want to be alone don’t you all understand?” this time he says it clearly and louder. neteyam doesn’t give her time before walking past her and if only if it wasn't for her next words? he wouldn’t have frozen at his spot.
“if you love her, go for her.”
there she goes again, now he needs to tell her he doesn’t want to hear anything about that future mate of his, that female na’vi he doesn’t even want.
“kiri.” he starts to turn and face her, his amber eyes swollen and puffy it makes her sad. “i’ll say this for the last time, i don’t want anyone to bring äy—“
“i’m not talking about äyea and you know it.”
his heart dropped, amber eyes slightly widening like he was caught. neteyam searches for more explanation from his sister, kiri softly smiles and he definitely knows who she’s talking about
“y/n, neteyam, i’m talking about y/n.” his skin itches at your name being called and he walks fast to his sister before grabbing her by her arms. nobody has to know, not like this and he won't risk to lose you like this
“look, you can’t tell no one, okay?” he’s shaking his sister so hard that her shoulders are hurting. “i can't lose her, if the clan knows they’ll take her away from me.” his body is trembling, neteyam’s mind was too occupied with the worst scenarios that would happen if they find out about you just like this.
kiri closes her eyes and calms herself before trying to do the same for her brother. “nete, calm down” she places her small hands on his cheek. “you’ve to calm down, for her?” she knew you’re his weakness and he would do anything with your name
“i won’t tell anyone.” kiri watches neteyam’s eyes blink, confused and processing her words, “but you must tell them, everyone, tell everyone neteyam.”
he’s slowly sliding his hands down her arms and letting her go, what is she saying?
“i saw everything, the night she knew about it and how you were.” kiri didn’t want to look like she sneaked into someone's business. “i’ve never seen you so weak like this brother, you’re giving up something that makes you happy.”
where is this going? why is she not yelling at him that he failed to be perfect?
“i know you’re soon to be mated but why when you’re not happy? not wanting it, not in love.” neteyam takes every word of hers carefully. “if this is the future you want with her then make a progress.”
“i’m tired of hearing you cry yourself to sleep, starve yourself and worry mom and dad.” he felt like a child. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs and kiri sighs, “you don’t have to apologize for everything.”
neteyam was feeling his heartbeats quickening at his younger sister's words but it’s also painful when he remembers he can’t do that cause you’re gonna be gone, soon… very soon.
“she’s le-leaving,” his words are cut when his voice quivers, kiri gasps at the news. “she said she feels like she doesn’t belong here.” he’s now looking down to avoid kiri’s eyes or he’ll cry
“she’s leaving me, kiri” his sister only pulls him close to hug him and he drops his body on her, head on her shoulder. “i love her and she’s leaving, i’m losing her.” he wants the pain to end, he’s tired of hurting
“oh brother.” kiri pats his head, even though neteyam was the smartest and perfect to hide his emotions, this was too much. he’s literally crumbling down. “it’ll be okay, everything will be okay.”
“it will be okay, everything will be okay.” your mother pats your hair when you lean on her shoulders and cry. all you do is cry, you feel bad.
you’re debating on leaving everything behind and running to your neteyam but then again there’s his future mate being a wall to your love. “it’ll be over soon when we leave.”
if not soulmates why bound to fall in love and hurt?
eywa was not fair, she’s not fair with her doings and you don’t want it. you want him, you want your man, you want neteyam, you miss him so bad.
the ritual is in two days and you’re not ready to watch them or give them your blessing as a part of a clan. once the ceremony is done you know they’ll go home, you don’t even want to think what they’ll do after that.
they’ll have a fruit of love, a baby in the future… what about you? supposed to move on? no, you can’t do that.
“we’ve got to get ready, my sweet child,” your mother says as she eyes the hammock that sheltered you for years. everything is packed, ready and done.
while you’re struggling to make the pain hurt less, neteyam is struggling to make his heart beat less.
it’s now an eclipse and everyone is ready for dinner, “mom! what’s for dinner?” tuk whines when netyiri brings the bowls and trays at the wooden table. “you’ll see baby” she kneels down to finally join her family.
it doesn’t fail to catch her by surprise when her first born is sat across the right side of the table. “neteyam?” her eyes start to whelm when her son smiles at her, oh how she missed having him around the table to eat with them.
“he’s here just like you want him.” jake says and neteyam nods.
neytiri only lets soft laugh out and places a bowl for him. “eat this, it’ll help you get strength for your training.” she motions him to take his food.
kiri silently watches everyone, a smile painting her lips as she sips on her soup.
“tastes good?” neteyam nervously nods, the only thing he’s thinking is a way to bring up his love topic to them. it wasn’t much late before he’s opening his mouth to speak and lo’ak suddenly interrupted
“dad, mom i ne–…”
“tuk stop doing that, you’ll choke.” lo’ak scolds at his sister and neteyam shuts his lips quick. maybe it’s the right thing not to say anything right now.
“tuk, listen to your brother honey” jake says and turns to neteyam, “what were you saying son?”
neteyam shakes his head, “never mind i’ll talk to you guys later.” he doesn’t ignore how kiri lightly groans when he backs out. “i’ll head inside now.” he rubs his sweaty hands on his thighs and gets back to his feet
“you didn’t even touch your food.” now that’s a lie, he actually scooped two times and ate.
“i ate mom, it’s delicious t-thanks.” he hates when the last word breaks. on eywa he’s so nervous.
kiri was quick to follow his steps when he left and luckily her parents didn't question. she was fast to catch up with her brother and yanks his arms to make him face her, “what was that?” she raises her eyebrows
“what was what?”
“don’t play dumb with me right now.” kiri warns and neteyam clears his throat
“i’m scared okay!” he hissed, “i’m so fucking nervous my skin is crawling to leave my bones.” his sister only rolls her eye, “seriously— we’ve talked about this! not being a little scared ass to be telling them.”
“what happened to that?” she crosses her arms.
“kiri,” he sighs and drops his head down, shoulders easing. “you don’t understand how dangerous this is, what if–“
“what if they hurt her?”
neteyam was awfully silent and that answers her question. “you know mom and dad, they don’t do anything about what you care and love…” kiri slowly stops when neteyam shakes his head
“not them,” it’s not them he’s scared of, it’s äyea’s parents he’s scared of, he knows they would do anything to make their little perfect daughter that matches with him, or whatever they say.
kiri presses her lips to a straight line before clicking her tongue.
this is gonna be a bad idea or the best idea she has ever made and decided to tell him aways. neteyam’s eyes widen when his sister pulls him away from their family, what she’s gonna tell him is the only chance to get you back and win your trust and she’s sure neteyam will do it,
do anything for you.
೫ time skip — mating ritual ceremony
your new outfit makes your curves more defined, way more defined than your usual loin clothes that you wear.
your skin shining smoothly, the leaves barely covering your breast, you looked ethereal with your hair not braided and freely displayed all over your shoulders
“honey, are you ready?”
your mother’s words make you gulp and suck a deep breath. “we must be there early to leave early!” she tells while being in the other room.
you finally check yourself and talk back, “yeah, i’m ready.” you whisper morley to yourself? swallowing the lump on your throat.
“yeah, i’m ready.” neteyam closes his eyes and breaths trying to focus on not messing up everything, he’s not even sure if you’ll show up and some part of him wishes you do show up
extra loincloths and decorations on his body makes him uncomfortable with its weight crushing him down.
netyiri proudly looks at her son’s figure while the kids are outside, “mother.” the sudden call of her name, netyiri answers quickly. “what is it? nervous?”
neteyam gulps down his fear and walks to her, “i love you” netyiri feels her eyes tear up and smile at him, “your mom loves you too, baby.” neteyam envelopes her with a hug and netyiri cries to his shoulder telling him how he’s grown up
“now don’t mess my face up with tears! let’s get you ready there.” it’s time to face reality and wait for his soon to be mate come
when he’s out of his hammock, he’s greeted with his family smiling at him and jake’s proud smile. even half of the clan was standing at his hammock.
“neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan” everyone chants and neteyam feels his inside clench in discomfort. he doesn’t want this if it’s not with you, everything makes him sick. “c’mon son, let’s get you to the trees of voice, your mate is waiting.”
what the fuck, that was what neteyam said inside his head. what does his father mean when he’s gonna meet his mate under the trees of voice? it was all about you and him, neteyam would never mate with some random girl he is set up with in a place with memories filled with yours
neteyam turns to his sister and kiri has the same expression because what is this bullshit?
“nete’ she’s waiting for you.” his mother placed her hand on his back. no, no, no— his own feet are betraying him when he realize he’s walking and the clan opens way for him straight long line created till where he’s supposed to see äyea
you on other hand stand in line with the people and pray under your breath for eywa to give you a strength not to cry or make a scene, especially when they will be bound where you thought you and neteyam would have been
it doesn’t take long when starts to cheer as the future Olo'eyktan starts to get closer and closer.
lo’ak was the first one you saw from the sully families while he’s holding tuk close to him so she won’t get lost in the crowed. “Aeyaeyaeyaeyaye!” the clan yells
neteyam’s eyes keep searching for specific someone which is you, eyes desperately looking for you and feeling more scared and anxious when he can’t figure out your face from the crowd he takes a deep breath
you finally take his figure to your sight and god he was so beautiful.
your breath hitches at his appearance, the dangling material on his forehead making him look more attractive than he already is, you realize it’s so hard to let go of him.
you suck a deep breath when his eyes lands at yours and neteyam halts his pace, confusing everyone for a second. your tears are fast to blur your vision and you blink before looking away from him
his heart cracks when you do look away, you don’t want to see him and he understands
once neteyam passed you, the crowd surrounds him and cheers when he stepped close to where äyea is found.
you hate how your mother looks at you sympathetically while her hands grip yours tighter, “it’ll be over soon” she whispers to you but you shrug her off, only watching things unfold in front of you as your heart breaks
“it will be over soon.” neteyam says to himself
it’s sickening how everyone can’t notice this is not supposedly to happen, kiri’s plan better work or he’ll seriously fuck this ritual up and run away with you.
“son.” äyea’s father greets him and neteyam, bringing his hand to his forehead. “ty’mar, i see you.” he then turns to his soon to be mate’s mother and repeat his actions.
the way äyea was smiling makes your throat hurt from desperately wanting to cry.
‘no, don’t tell her you see her neteyam. please. please.’
äyea softly giggles when neteyam stands in front of her and blush, “neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan” the way she tries to voice out his name makes neteyam feel sick.
“i see you.” she says but neteyam doesn’t bother to say it back making her smile slightly fall.
netyiri also notices how neteyam is acting, what would possibly be bothering him? definitely not everything.
after everyone was introduced to each other, the ceremony began. drinks were served, everyone clapping and dancing to the songs the na’vi’s are singing.
you’re a little far away from the crowd to breath clear air and dry your tears that constantly burn your eyes. your eyes are on neteyam who isn’t enjoy one bit of the ceremony while his soon to be mate squirms and waves her hands up
both of them are sitting on a throne-like wooden chair, both of their parents beside them just say like them.
this is so depressing how awkward and uncomfortable it looks and actually is. you think, brining the drink to your mouth
you didn’t notice the na’vi male sneaking behind you that actually has been staring at you since you joined the crowd in line. “enjoying the party from far doesn’t seem too boring after all.”
you’re now jumping in fear when a breath hits the back of your ear.
“mother eyaw! who the fu–” you scream and stumble in panic, but before you’re falling you feel strong arms hold you on your ground. “shit, I should've announced i came, i’m sorry.”
you’re about to tell him it’s okay and leave when he’s offering his hand for a shake.
“i’m no’xus, by the way.” great, now you’re stuck talking with someone.
“y/n.” you say and turn over to place your drink on the talk flat table looking object, it’s obvious you’re ignoring him and uninterested but he keeps talking
“why’re you not dancing?” the tall na’vi asks and you face him before speaking, “because i don’t want to?” you just want this over and privacy, how hard can it get to understand!?
“mhm,” the male hums, “wanna dance with me?” at his offer, you scoff mentally and realize you’re not getting him away from you soon– before you reject him, a strong glare radiating from far makes your body tingle
it was neteyam, sending glares to the male who was next to you while sitting far away.
you didn’t bother it at first but the way neteyam’s face twists makes your brow raise. why is he bothered? jealous? if no’xus had not cleared his throat, you would’ve forgotten about what he just said.
“look notoxo, i really don’t feel like…” you watch him awkwardly chuckle and correct you.
“it’s no’xus not notoxo.”
“you know what? fuck it, let’s dance.” you’re pulling him to the crowd, maybe it’s the drink or maybe it’s him, it’s neteyam making you do this.
your mother was long gone to where you don’t know, no’xus was just a bonus to get your frustration out and you’re now dancing with him. too occupied to bother, you haven’t noticed how neteyam’s nose are flaring in anger
neteyam watches how you’re dancing and it’s very obvious it’s targeted to get him out of his mind
he is not even listening to äeya and brought himself up from his throne-like seat. rage and anger is in him, this needs to fucking stop or he’ll rip the male’s hand that’s holding you by your waist and moving you sides to side
all of his fear gone when the na’vi’s eyes are on him when he’s stepping down from his seat and walking straight to you
neteyam ignores his father’s call, sight on you and you only. you didn’t notice how he’s dangerously close until no’xus stopped his moving. “what is it?” you’re annoyed when your distracted self is brought back to reality
“put your hands off of her.” it was an order and no’xus looked at him manically. “i’m not fucking repeating myself.” all the na’vi’s are confused, even his parents and äeya’s family.
your body is jerked away from the stranger you just met and you hiss when neteyam tugs you close to him. what is he thinking? in front of everyone? his last words makes the whole omatikaya village gasp and whisper.
“fucking let go of what’s mine and find your own mate.” neteyam scowl’s dangerously.
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how’re we feeling, sweets? are we feeling anxious? excited? invested? spill in the comments cause i love reading your thoughts sjsjsj
also do you guys want a toe curling smut at the end or no? since neteyam is aged up!20 years old in this series, lmk in the comments if you want smut — tag list in the comments &lt;3
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Pregnancy baby trope baby daddy Neteyam x reader please
TELLING NETEYAM YOURE PREGNANT 😩😩😩😩😩😩
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Tsahik Always Knows
Oh my god!! Daddy Neyetam would be so sweet! Also, I'm sorry for the lack of posts, I've been studying overseas and this course is an intensive fieldwork unit so I have had like no time to think. Additionally, some of my tags are working and some are not - I'm so sorry if I miss out on tagging you!
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 
Requested: Yes | No
Warnings: none. Vomit? Fluff? 
Words: 1.8k
Author’s Notes: 
Neteyam is 24, reader is 23, established relationship. AU where they never left the forest and Jake is still Olo’eyktan, Neteyam will take that mantle eventually,, happy-happy can’t read or write any more angst for real. 
Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!
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You stared at the remnants of last night’s dinner on the floor. You had vomited, again. This had been happening in the mornings, on and off for the last few weeks. You did not feel sick, so why were you sick? 
Normally the vomit happened at home. Normally Neteyam had already left to tend to his duties. Normally you could clean it up and pretend like it never happened. 
The heat of your embarrassment swarmed over your neck and shoulders, sweeping up into your cheeks and ears. You knelt, frozen in place over the bile you had just produced. 
On Mo’at’s tent floor. 
She was practically, and legally, your grandmother, and had been since you were nineteen-years-old. But you never thought of her like that. She was your Tsahik, your teacher, your elder, your spiritual guide, healer of the Omaticaya. 
And you had vomited on her floor. 
Mo’at cleared her throat, sitting across from you, your shameful vomit between you. Tears welled in your eyes. This was the worst day of your life. 
“Well, luckily it was just you and me here, hm,” Mo’at said with an unusual lightness, a sweetness that was enough to spin you out of your own thoughts. 
“My Tsahik, I am so sorry I do not know-” 
“Don’t be stupid, how can you not know?” The typical biting Mo’at that you were familiar with came back, quickly. The woman leaned forward with a cloth, mopping up your watery bile like a dealdly secret to be kept between the Tsahik and her assistant.
Now, you really did not know what she meant. You sat up taller, finding a cloth to wipe your mouth clean, something tangible to hold onto. 
“My Tsahik, I promise you, I do not know what you think I know.” You whispered into the cloth at your mouth. Mo’at discarded her cloth that blotted your vomit into a wooden bowl. Some poor trainee will deal with it later. She squinted at you, taking you in. Harshly, she grabbed at your wrists, inspecting your palms, and your shaking, delicate fingers. 
She huffed as she held your wrist tightly in her left, her right hand poking at your cheek, breasts and thighs. “Hey!” you had enough of her prodding, as you pulled your wrist from her vice-like grip. 
“Lay down. Now.” The Tsahik made moves to push you back onto the woven mats on the floor. You were scared and confused and honestly, getting rather emotional. You were still reeling over the embarrassment the vomit caused you. More and more these days you found yourself crying over nothing, or getting easily embarsassed. 
You laid still, scared of Mo’at, and, scared of vomiting again. Flat on your back, you stared at the keen weavings of Mo’at’s medical tent. You hissed, looking down, Mo’at has placed a cold hollowed stone on your lower stomach, her ear pressed against it, she furrowed her brow bone. 
The elder woman jerked up once she was satisfied, discarding her stone instrument, she settled back into her seated position on the floor, you mirroring her. 
“Tsahik-” 
“You are with child, quite obviously.” Mo’at had cut you off, while simultaneously giving you news that ripped all the air from your lungs. 
Your mind was spinning. You were happy, you were sad, you were excited, you were embarrassed. How could you not see the signs within yourself? Obviously you and Neteyam mated often- 
Oh, Eywa. 
Neteyam. 
You were going to have to tell him. 
It was not like you both hadn’t spoken on the topic before, you knew you both wanted kids, a family. Additionally, children were expected, a future Olo'eyktan must be secured. 
But the two of you had not planned for it to happen so soon. You had been so careful, tonics and teas. God, Neteyam pulled out most of the time. 
Subconsciously one hand laid across your abdomen, the other covering your mouth. You felt your eyes struggling to focus on Mo’at, on anything really. You felt like a shell. A shell with a small shell inside. 
“How far along?” You whispered, normally you would scold yourself for your informality towards Mo’at, but you would give yourself a break just this once. 
“A month, maybe two. Nothing more, nothing less. You are not physically showing yet but you cannot be far away.” The rare gentleness from Mo’at rose its head once again. You were grateful for it. “Now, my lovely girl, go. Go collect yourself and tell my grandbaby that you’re having my great-grandbaby.” Mo’at said softly, helping you to your feet. 
You couldn’t remember the short walk from Mo’at’s tent to the home you shared with Neteyam. You felt as if you were on auto-pilot, blacking out and teleporting from place to place. You quickly sat on the side of your shared bed. Furs and gossamer blankets providing comfort to your shaking legs. Laying back, you stared at the gossamer canopy Neteyam had only recently erected above your bed, dangling your legs off the side. 
You rested your hands on your stomach, trying to etch into your memory what it felt like now, knowing that it will eventually swell with the growth of your baby. 
Neteyam’s baby. 
Realistically, you knew that Neteyam won’t be angry. Shocked? Maybe. But angry? Neteyam had never, ever been angry with you before. Emotionally? It was a different story, you imagined Neteyam being frustrated and screaming at you. You imagined him being disappointed. You imagined him packing his things and leaving. The passing thoughts alone were enough to put you on edge. 
Sighing aloud, you had a look at the water clock resting on the other side of the room, you still had a few hours before Neteyam was to return. You still had a few hours to pull yourself together and work out how you were going to spit it out. 
Neteyam ran his hands over his face, pulling up his ionar onto his forehead. His whole body burned from that flight. He had missed you today, not usually staying out on patrol this late, but the young recruits needed training, and Neteyam was always eager to please. But, he was a domestic man at heart, he loved being at home with you, loved pulling you to his chest, loved making whatever new thing you asked for. 
He loved nesting, he realised. Loved doing it with you. 
Striding from the Ikran keeper, Neteyam wanted nothing more than to see you. 
The warm lights of your home welcomed him, though when he peered through the gap in the curtain flap, all he saw was your anxious figure, pacing back and forth, muttering to yourself. The air was wrong, Neteyam had never really seen you like this. He watched quietly, confused as to how you had not scent him already, something was wrong with you and he would be damned if he did not find out what. 
“Oh Eywa, what am I supposed to say?” You prayed silently, wringing your wrists. You thought the pacing would bring you clarity, as it often provided your father-in-law. Yet you felt empty. And so unbearably full at the same time. In the few hours you had to wait for your mate you had come to love the little life growing in your womb.
You were so excited. You could hardly contain yourself. Neteyam would be the most perfect father. But as the night grew closer your brain started to pick itself apart. 
It was all too much. You fell to your knees in the middle of your home, letting the tears flow freely now. 
Neteyam did not let that stand for long. He quickly rushed in, picking you up and placing you in his lap. His strong arms snaking around your sobbing form. Your head quickly found is chest. He felt your hot tears streaming down your beautiful face and onto his skin. Neteyam hushed you, like he watched his mother do with his siblings, gently rocking you back and forth. It was so silent, save from your sobbing hiccups. Neteyam did not dare speak until you had stopped. 
“My love, what has happened?” He asked gently, pulling away to cup your delicate face in his large, calloused hands. His eyes found yours, and he could see something was creating great turmoil in the labyrinth of your complicated, intelligent mind. 
You sighed in response, shaking your head. Trying to find any courage at all. Knowing you have news that will change the course of someone’s life was not something you dealt with well. Maybe you were not cut out to be the clan’s spiritual leader as Tsahik. But that was a different problem for a different day. 
Neteyam placed a chaste kiss to your lips, then your cheeks, under your eyes, the tip of your nose, your forehead. You were loved, he said through the gesture. You are safe here. 
“Neteyam,” You started, softly. You were always softspoken. Something of which drove Neteyam crazy in love with you. So gentile, so docile, so calm. “I have something to tell you.” Neteyam’s stomach started to flip at your words, anxiety settling in, but like any good soldier, he willed his face into a blank expression. Giving nothing away. 
And, in turn, giving you nothing. 
“Continue my little love.” He said, putting your baby hairs behind your ears, smoothing your loose hair down as you spoke. 
“Neteyam,” You cleared your throat, forcing that invisible, metaphysical bubble away. “I am with child.” The words hung in the air between you, and all you could do was wait for your mate to respond.
Neteyam felt like he was dreaming. Of all the things he prepared for you to say, you being pregnant was not one of them. 
His tail betrayed him before his mouth did. Rapidly going side to side, the smile that erupted on Neteyam’s face threatened to split his jaw apart. 
You were carrying a baby. His baby. Your baby, together, with him. 
You melted into Neteyam’s searing kiss as he held you flush to his body. Pulling apart, Neteyam’s hands rested on your stomach, bright eyed and smily. He kissed your stomach over and over and over again. Peppering the whole area with his hot lips. You giggled at him. He was perfect. 
“Oh (y/n), I am so happy.” Neteyam kissed you again, your giggles erupting between kisses as he could not decide on what he wanted to look at, your face or your stomach. “How long have you known, sweetheart?” He rested his forehead on yours, his hands resting on your still flat stomach. 
“I found out earlier today.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Your grandmother knew.” 
Neteyam laughed, his shoulders shaking, beads of his braids clinking together. 
“She knows everything.” 
That night as the two of you laid in bed, Neteyam spooning you, you rose out of your slumber briefly. Neteyam’s tail had wrapped itself around your thigh, your own tail sat under your abdomen of its own accord. Neteyam’s fingers splayed over your stomach. He was so protective already. So in love with you and your unborn baby. 
You smiled. Shutting your eyes you thanked Eywa for gifting you with something so precious. 
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weasleytwinwheezes · 1 year
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dilf!jake sully x reader
minors DNI
warnings: smut lol
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“lay back mama, I want to try something,” jake whispered as his large hand gently pushed your shoulders down.
obeying his orders, you quickly settling into the soft furs that littered the pods floor. as you stared up at your mate you sent a hasty thanks to Eywa that the kids were all out at a clan celebration.
drinking in the delicious sight of Jake hovering above you with a devilish gleam in his eyes, you were unable to stop the shiver that raced up your spine. you could only hope he had his filthy way with you.
slowly you watched him pull his long braid from over his shoulder, one hand rubbing slow circles upwards to the spot you needed him most. he had been teasing you for what felt like hours, your clit pulsing harshly against the cool evening air.
“ma’jake, please,” you whined, pushing your hips further into his strong hands.
“hold on baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good, promise sweet girl,” he cooed gently at you, both hands lingering along your waist.
feeling more irritated than relaxed at his words, you glared upwards and opened your mouth to protest when Jake connected the tendrils of his queue right to your aching cunt.
the two of you sucked in a harsh breath before a loud moan penetrated the air, not just anyone’s moan. the loud almost pornographic sound had tumbled out of the mouth of you.
Jake’s eyes lit up with renewed excitement, he never new this little old thing could rip a sound like that out of you. But god he wanted to do it again.
The tendrils moved lazily around your clit, each twitch sending a jolt of electricity straight to your womb. this was good, no this was down right delectable.
jake moved the queue at a quick pace that led your hips to thrust forward to meet it with each movement. The orgasm that had been teased all evening slammed into you, your body shaking from the harsh release.
“fuck yawne, if I knew you would cum this much I would have done this sooner,” jake exclaimed in a strange sort of amazement.
as you came down from your high an idea popped into your head and you were quickly turning the tables on your mate.
“now ma’jake, lay back there’s something I wish to try,” you repeated, smirk adorning your lips.
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just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want
⁀➷ ∵  ❝ try harder❞
⟶ navi!oc x reader
⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.
⟶ wc. 1k+
⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED
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the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.
“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.
he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”
“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.
cruel.
“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.
tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”
“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.
it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.
it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”
he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”
the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.
his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.
the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.
his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.
his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”
“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.
“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”
his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.
it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.
he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.
his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.
you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.
“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."
“okay. please, roa, don't stop."
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Captain Save a Hoe - Tsu'tey x Avatar!Reader
i know, i know, the title...
summary: grumpy tsu’tey having to take care of a clumsy avatar!reader, and eventually warming up to her // tsu'tey being a captain-save-a-hoe for 1.7k words straight
wc: 1.7k
a/n: basically, i didn't know where to go with this, so i'm posting it like a blurb bc you guys told me to. there won't be a continuation to this, i just love grumpy tsu'tey, he's so hot
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“Watch your feet,” Tsu’tey throws an angry glance at you, as you stumble through the thick bushes, trying to catch up to him.
Tsu’tey didn’t like dreamwalkers, hell, he almost killed one a few years back, if he hadn’t been stopped. But Tsu’tey especially didn’t like the ones that were awkward and weak in their disguised bodies, asking stupid questions, and constantly getting themselves into trouble. So of course, he was angry when Jake ordered him to keep an eye on you.
“Tsu’tey,” you breathe out, “Please wait for me.”
Despite the strength that your new body possesses, you struggle to keep up with Tsu’tey, feeling like a helpless child in comparison. He walks fast, treating this like another mission that he desperately wants to get over with. Tsu’tey doesn’t really care that Jake welcomed you into the clan for the help you offered. Or that the maps you've made could save the Omaticaya from future attacks by the sky people. What are a few more attacks on him? Tsu’tey relished in destroying the massive flying ships, he could go against them without your help any day. 
From the moment you embarked on your journey to the science facility to retrieve some of your equipment, it seemed like Tsu’tey’s luck had run out. As if for some reason Eywa had cursed him, making his journey with you longer and tiresome.
At first, he resented the idea of sharing his direhorse with you, since you hadn’t learned how to ride one yet. He also hated how you would cling to his middle, whenever he sped up, and restricted his movements. If only you had kept quiet, he could have tolerated you more, but instead, you occasionally tried to pry into his past.
“So, why don’t you have a mate?”
“She was killed by one of your demons.”
“Oh.”
Two hours in, Tsu’tey decided to stop by the river to give his horse a short break. As you crouched down by the water, examining the way it bubbled, Tsu’tey observed you in silence. He thought you were strange-looking, but not like Jake. To him, Jake was ugly. You had something intriguing about your appearance. Pretty, although Tsu’tey had a hard time getting used to it. But the compliment he wanted to grant you was immediately pushed to the back of his mind when he heard your frightened scream. You noticed an arachnoid crawling up your thigh and shrieked out of fear, violently shaking your leg to get it off. Spooked by your sudden outburst, the horse loudly neighed and fled through the air. Tsu’tey quickly jumped to his feet, but when he saw the reason for your shrieks, he felt his blood boil. In your defense, you had heard stories of poisonous arachnids of Pandora and you weren’t taking any chances.
So here you are, trudging along behind, with ears pressed flat against your skull. Tsu’tey had scolded you, blaming your weak spirit for the consequences. Since you were too far from the Hometree, and the horse was long gone, you had to continue the rest of the journey on foot. Which meant more hours spent with you. 
The silence that follows is almost unbearable, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional rustling of leaves. What Tsu’tey did not expect was for you to be so slow. He almost gave up on the plan, contemplating going back to the village and fetching another horse. He even entertained the thought of taming a palulukan in case of an attack. In the worst case, he'd end up dead and wouldn’t be forced to care for you for another minute.
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As the day wears on, and the sun starts to set, casting a warm orange glow on the surroundings, you decide to voice your concern.
“Do you think we’ll make it to the facility by night?”
Tsu’tey throws a glance at you over his shoulder, letting out a bitter chuckle. You grimace at his reaction. 
“Got it,” you bite your lip.
He comes to a stop, and begins scanning the area around him. You wait for further clarification but he ignores you completely, then starts gathering twigs into a small cone.
“We will camp for the night,” he finally says, gesturing at you, “Gather some more, and stay here. I will be back soon.”
You discover that ‘soon’ meant different things to you and Tsu’tey. While you assumed he would be out hunting, the chilly air made you decide to start the fire and keep an eye on it, so it doesn’t die out. You hadn’t realized how tired you were, the warmth radiating from the small fire was making your eyelids droopy. You tried to resist sleep to prove to Tsu’tey that you were capable, but you couldn't hold out much longer, nestling on the ground.
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Tsu’tey nudges you awake with a gentle touch, and you catch a whiff of a delicious aroma. As you open your eyes, you see him crouching in front of you, holding a piece of meat wrapped in leaves. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you eagerly take it from his hands and devour it. Tsu’tey can't help but chuckle, as he watches the satisfied grin spread across your face.
“Slow down,” he says softly, motioning for you to take a seat next to him, closer to the fire.
You watch him roast a smaller piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Instead of savoring the taste, Tsu’tey chews on it while continuing cutting up more pieces. You feel a little guilty that he prepares food for the both of you but doesn’t take a moment to enjoy it.
“Can I help?” you ask, moving closer to him.
He doesn’t answer, instead pointing to the knife on your belt. When you take it out, Tsu’tey pierces a piece of meat on the sharp tip, and motions for you to hold it over the fire. You follow his orders, watching the meat slowly cook as the aroma hits your nostrils and your stomach grumbles. 
This must be the first time he sees you do something right. Tsu’tey nods approvingly as he watches you carefully turn the meat over the fire, your knife skillful in your hands. A comfortable silence hangs over you, as you both start eating.
“We will continue our journey early in the morning,” he breaks the silence, “We must move quickly and return back as fast as we can. ‘Don’t want to camp out in the forest for another night, it can be dangerous.”
You only nod, agreeing with his plan. It was rare for him to keep you informed anyway, so you weren’t going to doubt Tsu’tey.
“You don’t trust that I can help, do you?”
“I am not sure,” he admits, “But if Toruk Makto trusts you, I can give you a chance to prove yourself.”
“Your prejudice against me is ironic,” you scoff, “Jake was just like me once, before becoming Toruk Makto.”
“Not just like you,” Tsu’tey chuckles, shaking his head, “You are too weak.”
“I am smart,” you argue. 
Tsu’tey hums in agreement. There is some truth to his words, you have shown weakness. Adapting to a completely new environment, getting used to another culture, suddenly being forced into hours of physical activity that you weren’t committed to. At times, it would get too much but the support of the clan was all the validation you needed to stay.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I’ll do anything to help your people,” you face him with new confidence, he hasn’t seen in you yet.
“You betray your own?” Tsu’tey frowns.
“I have no other choice. They are destroying everything because of greed,” you shake your head in disappointment. He nods.
“And your family? You left them too?”
“I don’t have one,” a bitter chuckle escapes from your lips, “They don’t claim me anymore. And I don’t claim them.”
“So they disowned you?”
“Pretty much,” you shrug, “They think that I am betraying them because I want to protect the life on Pandora.”
“It must take great strength to go against your family,” Tsu’tey compliments you.
You shy away from his softened gaze, warm feeling spreading in your chest from the kind words. It was tough to be one of the engineers who worked for RDA and had to betray them. But you couldn’t stand the idea of contributing to the destruction they were causing. It was why you first found Jake and warned him about the impending danger. And it was then when you first felt welcomed by the clan, cared for.
Now, you needed to sneak back into the facility and retrieve the equipment you left to track the future attacks. Tsu’tey was assigned to accompany you since it was dangerous to go alone. Even though most of the team at the facility shared similar opinions and wouldn't stop you, there was still a risk of encountering RDA guards. Getting caught would mean you could never return.
As the night wears on and the fire grows smaller and smaller, you and Tsu’tey continue to talk. You’re surprised by how he opens up to you, and how he doesn’t protest when you tell him about your past. Eventually, you feel your eyes growing heavy and your head nodding off to the side. Tsu’tey notices and stays up to keep an eye on you, making sure you’re safe while you sleep.
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When you wake up in the morning, you feel slightly restricted around your middle. You huff slightly, trying to move, as you realize that Tsu’tey is sleeping beside you, with his leg thrown over yours, and his arms wrapped around you. The closeness of his body sends a flush of heat to your cheeks, and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“Tsu’tey,” you nudge him, “Wake up.”
It doesn’t take much to rouse him. You guess that, as a warrior, he was trained to be sensitive to sounds around him. Tsu’tey grunts heavily before blinking a few times, adjusting his eyes to the light. When he realizes how close your face is to his, he almost recoils.
"For someone who seems to hate me, you're very protective," you tease him, patting his arms playfully.
“Mhm, couldn’t risk you rolling into the fire in your sleep,” he grumbles, freeing you from his grasp.
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magnoliabutters · 1 year
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• I SEE YOU •
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pairing: jake sully x reader (na’vi, they/them)
summary: this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve imagined since you first laid eyes on him - this is the part where you become one.
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; straight up written porn, doggy style, pet names, tiniest bit of bdsm, dom & sub dynamics, butt play, etc.
word count: ~1.3k
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• part 3 of yes, ma'jake •
note: ooof, this is something. enjoy 🫡✨
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You rest on your hands and knees - an unusual position for you. Turning your head side to side, you can’t get a good look at him. But, oh, do you feel him. Jake’s soft hands slowly caressing your ass and traveling up your outer thighs. You feel soft kisses against your cheeks. Each one makes you jump out of your skin. You hear a low grumbling laugh behind you.
Your body feels so exposed, but shit - did you love this feeling. You close your eyes as you lean down onto your elbows. Your ass higher into the air. “Shit, baby,” Jake murmurs as he grabs tightly against your ass. With a sudden smack, you feel a burning hot sensation against your cheek. “God, you want me to eat you up, don’t you?” he laughs as he gently spreads your cheeks.
“Aren’t you just the naughtiest mate?” he laughs as he simultaneously licks and bites your ass. You gasp, almost losing your balance. His fingers start to circle your hole. You feel like you’re about to lose it. A stubborn pit in your stomach screams for more. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers as he bites and kisses your other cheek.
Suddenly, his body leans over your back. He pulls against your hair, putting your weight back on your hands. Your curve your neck to follow the grip on your hair. “Do you want me inside?” he whispers into your ear. “Yes, Ma’Jake,” you mumble. He makes a disapproving humph as he tightens his grasp. You gasp at the abrupt pain. “Say it like you mean it,” he spits out.
You begin to whine, closing your eyes. “Please daddy,” you gripe. “I need it. I need that fat cock inside of me.” Jake smiles as he loosens his hold on your hair. “That’s it, my love,” he coos as he presses his firm cock against your bottom. You can feel every inch resting between your cheeks. Your entire body is on fire, filled with undeniable pleasure.
“Let me wet you up,” he whispers as he pulls away. You whine at the lack of sensation. You were so excited. Abruptly, you feel a wet thick muscle at your hole. It circles your hole in way that leaves your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The moans that come out your mouth are unrecognizable, unheard of. Slowly, you feel this force slide within you. It’s presence incredible. You find yourself pushing against it.
Jake’s hands are firm against your waist. You can feel his nails begin to claw in to your skin. He continues to support your movement, pushing you forward and backward until you are bouncing on his tongue. The sensation of the muscle going in and out of you is almost too much. Your entire body starts to relax, but also tighten at the same time. Moans escape your lips as you begin to lose your senses.
He then pulls you away, straightening up in the process. He grabs hold of his girthy cock and places it against your hole. He taps it ever so slightly. You can hear how wet it is. Wet enough where he slowly pushes in. At first, it burns but after a few soft thrusts, you start to love the feeling. You catch yourself gasping for air as he slowly makes his way inside.
Jake breathes heavily behind you. His eyes closed as he maintains his slow movements. He rests a light hand upon the base of your spine. “Take it, baby,” he murmurs as his head starts to hand back. “God, you feel so fucking good.” Another groan escapes your lips. You flip your hair in an attempt to see him behind you. His mouth hangs open. You can see his fangs resting behind his lips. His eyelashes fluttering as he ears lay flat.
“Faster,” you whisper with a smile. His eyes immediately open. His ears raise as he looks down at you with the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen. “Hell yeah,” he whispers as he tightens his hold on your waist. He pulls you back onto his cock so hard that you gasp and your hair flies into your face. He then starts to thrust into you. Thrusting in such a way where the pain isn’t as bad anymore. That you can actually enjoy it and die in his arms afterwards.
He quickens his thrusts as your entire body is thanking you. The pit in your stomach grows larger as you gasp at the slapping of both your beautiful bodies. “Take it, baby,” he mumbles. He quickly smacks your ass again. The painful burning now welcomed. It feels good with his cock inside you. “Harder,” you whine as your entire body jiggles with the force of his thrust.
Jake quickly pulls against your hair. Your neck curves again, but he pulls it too far back. Before you knew it, you fell back atop his thighs. You instinctually grind on his lap, feeling his cock slipping in and out with each movement. Fuck, it feels heavenly. His hands collapse around your torso and chest. One hand falls upon your neck, squeezing its sides. He bites deep into the skin at the nape of your neck. You lean your head back onto his shoulder. You never want this to end.
Abruptly, he pushes you back onto your hands and knees. His elongated cock still resting firmly inside of you. His hands back in your hair as he thrusts even harder into your bottom. “Shit,” a whimper releases form your lips as you take in his entire length. If you knew exactly how good this felt, you never would have waited this long to mate with Jake Sully.
You feel your legs tighten as your eyes roll back. Your breathing intensifies as you let out deep guttural moans from your stomach. “Jake, oh Eywa,” you let out into the air as your hips start pushing back into him. “Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Cum on this cock,” he mutters as he bursts three hard thrusts into you. You almost feel as though you might faint. The sensation almost overwhelming but some how you want more. He spanks your other cheek. The feeling leaving you pushing back onto him even harder.
“I’m cumming, baby!” you scream as he lays two more solid thrusts inside of you. Your entire body shakes as electricity floods through your blood stream. Your muscles tighten to the point of no return. “Oh,” he moans as he maintains his speed. “I can feel you tightening around me.” His moans grow more prolonged. They match his thrusts beautifully as his grip loosens in your hair. You're still trying your best to stay up right but you recognize the telltale signs of his orgasm. You quickly grind your ass upon him. His nails digging into your cheeks, so hard you release a sharp breath. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”
With a heavily loud moan, Jake pounds himself as deep as he can within you. He fills up your hole in a matter of seconds. “Shit,” he whispers as he gives your three last slow grunts. They feel so good, you dig your fingers into the dirt. He falls beside you. Your chest falls against the ground. With a sweet smile, he pulls you closer until you're on your side with your leg between his.
“You are absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Jake whispers as he pushes a strand of hair out of your face. You smile as you quickly lean up to kiss his beautiful lips. “I see you, Ma’Jake.” He smiles as he rests his eyes upon you once more. “We are mated for life,” you whisper. “For life? That's still not enough,” he murmurs as he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb follows your brow line. “I love you, Ma’y/n,” he says as he kisses you. “Don’t ever forget it,” he whispers against your lips.
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