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Kinkmas Day 01

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Neteyam x Seykxel

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, vulgar language, dirty talk, p in v, Cockwarming, grinding, exhibition

Original Nete art by @Cinetrix

“Schhht.. rrrgh”, Seykxel’s ear flicks as she hears her mate let out a strained growl from behind her. Her and Neteyam had only just returned from a week-long hunt and the clan celebrated by preparing the food earned that very night. While of course they had been able to see each other for the duration of the hunt, the two always had clear boundaries in professional settings. No touching and definitely no sex. Lively music echoed off the branches of hometree as the clan ate and conversed gleefully. Neteyam wasted no time pulling her into his lap at the beginning of the festivities, whispering in her ear about how he was going to ruin her when they both got back to their marui, yet she was starting to think that plans had changed as Neteyam discreetly ground his throbbing erection against the swell of her ass.

He was touch starved, having been forced to only look at his tempting mate for a whole week wasn’t necessarily easy, but he was able to bear it, that was until they finally were able to relax after their exhausting trip. Being able to let his guard down meant Neteyam didn’t have to hold back anymore. “Ma’yawne…” he whispered hoarsely in her ear, the internal fight he was having being evident in his tone. His hands splayed across her hips, groping and gripping at the flesh needily. Seykxel turned to look over her shoulder as she popped a piece of teylu into her mouth, chewing on it happily. His expression almost made her choke on her food as she met his gaze. His eyes were half lidded, pupils nearly completely dilated, lips parted as hot breath fanned against the back of her neck. The sight sent a shiver straight down her spine and to her core, swallowing hard on her teylu,

“Teyam?” She asked in slight confusion. When he replied with nothing, but a grunt, a sly smirk spread onto her features. He was desperate, that much was apparent to her. That meant that the ball was entirely on her court. She held the power in this situation. Seykxel’s tail flicked before caressing along his side, halfway wrapping around his slim waist. She decided to see just how long it would take for him to break, leaning forward for another bit of food, bringing it to her lips casually, as if her mate wasn’t silently begging to fuck her right there in front of the entire clan. “Seykx…” he groans, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her backside into him, letting his fingertips play with her curves. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew Seykxel like the back of his hand and was no stranger to her teasing. A deep growl vibrated in his chest as he buried his nose in the bulk of her hair, inhaling her scent like a drug.

Seykxel giggles softly, her smirk still plastered on her face as she leaned into his touch, shifting her position so that his chin rested on her shoulder, “You are quite needy today ma’muntxa… where is your composure?” She teases, with a gentle whisper into his ear, that lay flat against the side of his head. “I should wipe that look right off your face… do not toy with me. You do this to me Seykxel.” Neteyam huffs into the side of her neck, his fangs just barely grazing her skin as he resists each pull of temptation in his body to sink his fangs into her neck.

“Tsk… my sweet Nete can’t even wait until his mate finishes eating, hm?” Shifting her head, Seykxel nuzzles against his ear, purposely breathing heavily against it, “Why don’t I help soothe the pain then? At least until we’ve stayed long enough for appearances sake.”. Neteyam’s grip on her waist seems to tighten as he rocks his hips against the swell of her ass, his brow cocked in a mix of confusion and intrigue, wondering what she could possibly be planning, “Mn… what do you propose?”. Letting her tongue slip over her lips to moisten them, Seykxel moves into action, checking her surroundings of the other clan members, who were busy in their conversations as she leaned her body forward, allowing the push swell of her ass to be lightly illuminated by the dim light of the communal fire. Her hunterous eyes trained on the commotion before her as she slipped a hand behind her and between their bodies, shifting Neteyam’s loincloth to the side to allow his cock freedom from its restraints. The growl Neteyam releases in response to this does not fail to further arouse his mate, as her hand drifts to her own loincloth, moving the burdensome garment to the side, securing its place on her ass cheek.

Neteyam’s own eyes flicked from his surroundings to the view of Seykxel’s slim back side slowly lowering to push his cock into her already slick cunt. His nails practically indented themselves into her skin as the tight embrace of her pussy took him in almost effortlessly, his face scrunching, lips parted for a brief moment before biting into his bottom lip to suppress the groan that escaped his throat. Seykxel sighed at the feeling of his cock being snuggly held inside of her, leaning her back against his chest as she leaned into his ear once more, “Haah… right where you belong~.” Her purr is met with a strained “Oh fuck.” That is muffled into her shoulder.

“I have one condition ma’muntxa…” Seykxel whispers, brushing her lips against his jawline, “No moving, we wouldn’t want to make our predicament obvious, would we?” Seykxel quirks a nonexistent brow watching as his eyes possessively wander across the party goers who seemingly hadn’t noticed anything yet, before nuzzling back into her hair, silently nodding in agreement. Staying true to his word, Neteyam keeps still, rather his hips still, his lips wasted almost no time going to work on his mate’s neck, peppering it in soft kisses. Seykxel’s face heated in a light blush, resisting her own urge to move her hips, as twitch after twitch of his cock sent a flurry of butterflies straight to her stomach.

The desire to move was bordering overwhelming, between the throbbing of his cock and the tender kisses along her neck and shoulder, Seykxel’s own resistance was starting to waver. Maybe a little more teasing wouldn’t be so bad would it? Slowly she leans forward, dragging her cunt up his shaft, grasping another piece of teylu from the leaf platter in front of her, and dropping back into her previous position. Neteyam’s eyes closed, brows pinching as his lips parted in a hushed breath, “Y-yawne, please you must be more careful.” He pleads, his eyes still closed tightly in great focus as he tries to control himself.

A mocking coo leaves Seykxel’s lips as she places a hand on the side of his face, opposite her, pulling him closer into his spot on her neck, “Oh… what’s the matter Nete? Did that feel a little too good?” She asks feigning innocence as she ever so slightly raises her hips, just enough for Neteyam to feel another long, slow drag of her cunt. “You’re so hard… you must really be holding yourself back, hm?” Before Seykxel can even drop her hips back down to sit against his lap, Neteyam’s large hands grasp tightly at her waist, forcing her body down onto him whilst simultaneously thrusting up into her. The movement almost knocks the wind out of her as Seykxel is forced to throw a hand over her mouth to silence herself, her other hand that was resting against Neteyam’s face, now fisted in the braids at the side of his head. His dick pressed securely against the inside of stomach, creating an odd sort of pleasurable pressure from just how hard he was holding her down onto him.

“You and that dirty little mouth of yours… It drives me insane. You drive me insane.” Neteyam growls hot breaths into her ear, “You are going to sit up, adjust your tewng and walk straight home. Great mother help you if you look back for even a second.”. His words send a shiver and sense of excitement equally through Seykxel’s body, her walls clenching around him before she gives a small roll of her hips against him, giving her mate one final taste before obediently following his orders. Adrenaline rushed through Seykxel’s body as she lifted herself discreetly off his cock, her ears flicking when a rewarding wet slap against his lower abdomen of his moistened cock earned a deep groan from the male behind her. Her heart pounding in her ears as anticipation filled her being, oh if only they could get back to the marui faster, yet the wait was more than worth it.

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scorpiomoon-444 · 11 months

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Ma nìt’iluke (my forever) [prologue]

pairing: f!omatikaya!reader x neteyam (vs. ao’nung). soon.

Inspired by Jake Sully’s:

“Happiness is simple... The thing about happiness is that it can vanish in a heartbeat.”

summary: initially a human!reader falls for best friend!neteyam, but an unforeseen visit from the Sky People inevitably brings change, alas, introducing you to a foreign feeling every soul encounters inevitably at some point in their life time, heartbreak.

word count: 2.7k

warning(s): aged-up!neteyam, brief use of Y/N, mentions of character death, grief, almost friends-to-lovers trope, you have been warned there will be angst by the end of the series (and chapter) not this particular prologue though.

word bank: pup - short / sa’nok - mother / ‘evenge - child / nena (spanish) - baby / seykxel - strong (emotionally, spiritually) / siva ko - rise, courage, you can do it

NOTE* this is not complete, i have only included ages 6 and 7 for this prologue and have yet to complete reader’s life (ages 8-19, as the characters will be aged up to 19 in my fic) leading up to a visit from the RDA. regardless, pls enjoy x

[6] seis

“Anyway, I think you’ll like his children just as much as him,” Your father tells you, his larger figure knelt beside your smaller frame.

You stand before the large metal door of the building. Your brows furrow in question, big, round eyes full of wonder and curiosity. “What if they don’t like me?” Your voice is small, weighed down by uncertainty, your brown orbs flicker with doubt for a moment.

Your father’s face softens and he offers you an encouraging smile. “What’s there not to like?” He taps your nose playfully as the words leave his mouth. “Come on, now.” He stands from position. “Spider is waiting for—”

“I don’t want Spider, I want Jake,” You interrupt, a pouty expression transforming your features.

Your father’s face almost instantly deadpans at the suggestion of bringing Jake instead, as he originally planned for Spider to introduce you. He sends you another encouraging smile upon hearing your whiny tone. “Nena...” He begins reluctantly, his hand scratching at the back of his head. The word, a term of endearment he adopted for you in remembrance of your mother and honor of her culture. Your father contemplates his next selection of words, a pondering expression displayed on his face before he takes a knee again to match your height.

“How about I take you instead?” He asks cautiously in a soft manner, well aware of how stubborn you can get when Jake isn’t in the picture. He can only pray to Eywa that the heartening smile he sends your way will have you agree to his suggestion.

Your cocoa-colored eyes light up in excitement at the idea for a fleeting moment, before there’s a pout tugging at your lips again.

“No, I want Jake!”

“Remember, you never take the mask off, okay?” Your father’s voice echoes in the hallway, scurrying to keep up, visibly distracted by several monitors and technological screens as you pass through the Bio-Lab.

“She’s stepped foot outside before, Norm.” You practically hear Jake’s voice in your ear, your small frame enveloped in his larger arms. His hand finds the handle to the exit.

“Maybe it’ll be better if I come with y—”

Jake swings the door open, turning on his heels with you still in his arms. “They need you here, Norm,” He persists with a shake of his head, to which your father simply deadpans with glaring eyes. “Besides, she’ll be right outside with me, and she’ll love meeting the kids.” Before your father could protest, you’re both out the door, no longer in his sight.

“She’s more pup than Spider.”

As a young, six-year-old human child, who is rarely exposed to other Na’vi, you are no fluent speaker of what you perceive to be a foreign language. Regardless, having a xenolinguist as a father, especially in that of the Na’vi language, is gratefully used to your advantage. You understand that pup translates to short in English. It isn’t much of a challenge to place the puzzle pieces of his statement together. You assume the Na’vi boy encircling you finds amusement in poking fun at your height. This is confirmed when the Na’vi girl before you hisses at the words that roll off his tongue mockingly, his naturally larger figure still slowly circling around you in delight.

“Lo’ak.” Her amber eyes shoot daggers at the boy, which you assume to be his name.

“Penis face.”

Lo’ak’s face scrunches up in confusion with an instant tilt of his head, mirroring his sisters expression. He doesn’t have a chance to reply to what he perceives as random mumbles of sounds he fails to recognize, though your brassy tone sounds defensive enough to indicate to him you understood his previous comment. That’s when Jake—who initially was amused by the interaction, upon hearing your words, almost immediately takes your small frame into his arms, interrupting the conversation that would inevitably emerge.

“Y/N,” Jake attempts to scold, but his stern demeanor fails to convince you of his disapproval when his facade crumbles with a very subtle, yet seemingly amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“That isn’t a nice thing to say,” He tells you, recomposing himself, and resumes with a look of disapproval. He remembers calling out to Norm and referring to your father as penis face, where you actually learned the term from Jake himself. The vivid memory betrays him when it prompts a stifled chuckle to rumble through his chest, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

And so, you meet Lo’ak and Kiri first, at the youthful age of six. They are only five at the time, a year younger, as you were born not too long after the Pandoran War. Despite this, your frame is much smaller compared to their naturally larger build.

Your introduction to the youngest Sully kids, at the time, presents you with few glimpses of the Pandoran forest as you often meet no further than past the withered fences that still slightly guard Hell’s Gate, the place you call home.

Jake entrusts your father enough with the responsibility of looking after his young ones. The two youngest Sully children often spend their time with you in the lab for the first couple months of your newly formed friendships, finding entertainment in the little things you are far too familiar with and bored of. Though, you never take their company for granted, fully aware of how your life has truly evolved in the best way possible upon their presence in your life. You aren’t afraid to admit to them, and often if not, are very open to displaying your appreciation and fondness for them through small acts of physical affection, casually sharing hugs and cuddles, sometimes attacking them mostly Lo-ak from behind which ends with a piggyback ride most of the time. As smaller children, your linguistic differences with the Sullys doesn’t interfere with your horseplay or shenanigans in the lab. Which your father isn’t very fond of.

[7] siete

You stare at the large, what you understand to be lifeless, N’avi body encased in the great tank of water. It seems so large, evidently in comparison to your small, human frame. You mindlessly tap on the glass, intrigued by the sight in front of you.

“Kiri’s sa’nok?” You repeat your father’s words after he explains to you the complicated situation, that which involves Kiri and her biological mother. This is when Kiri is first introduced to her in the lab. As a scientist, and now leader of the RDA’s Avatar Program, your father prepares to introduce Grace’s encased Avatar form to Kiri. “Yes, ‘evenge.” Norm is too preoccupied with one of the monitors in the lab to notice the confusion that transforms your features.

“’Evenge?” You repeat after him once again with a small tilt of your head.

“Child,” He translates absentmindedly, still focusing his undivided attention to the monitor. If you weren’t so distracted by the newly introduced Na’vi word, your heart generally would have ached at the mention of a mother, a figure in your life you consistently wished for. You frown upon noticing your father’s behavior, much too occupied to pay any regard to you.

Lo’ak and Kiri should have arrived by now. Probably with Jake. Because for some time now, your father has heavily placed emphasis on the importance of today. Your father speaks to you about how maybe he could take you out to the forest tomorrow to introduce to you the foreign plants and life within the beautiful Pandoran forest you so desperately yearn to see.

“If there’s time.”

You’ve grown to dislike that phrase, utilized by him so often within the past couple of weeks. Your eyes wander around the lab, scanning every little object, screen, and monitor you haven’t already taken the time to observe before. You grow impatient as your father continues to speak, and abruptly tune his voice out, much too distracted by the view the window beside the exit offers you. Turning your head to catch a glimpse of your distracted father, who continues to ramble and give you his back as he does so, you silently slip past the window. Your eyes jump to your father from time to time, between him and focusing on trying to take the encased mask from the clear compartment against the wall right beside the exit.

You somehow manage to make it to the fence successfully without your father taking notice of your absence. Still, you don’t waste any time in figuring out how far you can get before he eventually does as you embark on finding Kiri and Lo’ak on your own terms. They shouldn’t be too deep into the forest, probably nearing you.

Besides, you knew exactly where you would wait for them. A little further past the doddering fences that still slightly guard your home, there’s an open, visible area of higher ground with a very large tree. A spot at which you’ve greeted Kiri and Lo’ak from as they approached the labs. Their figures disappear into the unknown depths of the Pandoran forest trees for a mere ten seconds before you spot them again as they near your awaiting figure at the fence.

Upon reaching the fences, you look over your shoulder once more, turning back to make sure your father isn’t following behind you. Upon realizing there’s no one in sight, absolutely no witness, you don’t hesitate to set foot in the foreign, forbidden forest. Your small feet take you only as far as a couple of meters before you go stumbling down from an area of higher ground, yelping in pain before a large tree halts your hurtling with a crash.

You huff and dust yourself off before standing on your feet again, disoriented for a moment. Too focused on, yet slightly careless with trying to slip away from Hell’s Gate in an attempt to escape without anyone noticing, you finally pay mind to your surroundings. Sounds of chirps and humming insects fill your ears. The familiar Pandoran trees, much too tall to inspect fully from where you stand at the base of the trunk, tower over foreign flora and plant life just as large. You listen intently to the noises of critters accompanied by the sounds of the breeze dancing through the large flora.

Small, enchanting species fly and pass you by, round eyes full of wander and awe as they follow the small creatures passing the life that garner your attention next. It’s an overwhelmingly large, deep-colored mauve mushroom. Probably about five times your size, and your eyes are quick to find more than one of them—numerous placed near the area that you tumbled into. Despite your father’s constant reminder of the dangers of Pandora, your delighted orbs, intrigued mind and curious hands don’t think twice about reaching out to touch one of the towering mushrooms.

Almost.

Your fascination at the immense, foreign mushroom is short-lived by the abrupt, blaring, almost shrieking sound. It’s deafening, and alerting, it precipitates you to cover your ears with your hands, panic now painting your features as terror begins to set in. Your frantic eyes pinpoint the source of the ugly, wailing sound that of which the wind elicits—a large, exotic looking herb, about seven meters in height twice the size of the mushrooms!!! with a curved, tubular plant body. The realization wipes the panic off your face as your hands fall back to your sides, uncovering your ears. To your inconvenience, and much to your dismay, your reflexes are far too protracted for you to register the ejection of very large spines coming from the massive herb flying directly in your direction, as if targeted.

That’s when a pair of arms instantaneously sweep you off your feet with one swift motion before you’re unexpectedly swinging through the forest for a fleeting moment. After gently being placed on your feet, you finally grasp the unfolding situation at hand upon finally noticing.

Before you stands a Na’vi boy.

Your eyes find his feet first as they travel up to meet his studying gaze. He looks at you intently, almost observing momentarily, his slightly taller figure engenders him to leer down at you, a frown very lightly tugging on the corners of his mouth. Almost peeved. Perhaps displeased, disturbed?

Though upon noticing your gentle, confused expression, his features soften. Converts into one of patience. His golden orbs hold an understanding as they observe you with such lightness. A gentleness. He looks about your age, and note that he isn’t much taller or older looking than Lo’ak, who’s only a year younger than you, implying that the Na’vi boy scrutinizing you is around your age.

He blinks at you a couple of times, almost as if contemplating his next move, the brewing of ideas illustrated on his face and honey-coated eyes.

He doesn’t give you the chance to speak a word before he grabs you by the shoulders gently, twirling you around as his eyes examine your small frame for any injuries. He proceeds with pulling you by the wrist, instructing to follow right behind him.

It isn’t long before he has you reaching the proximity of your home, the area you initially planned to wait at earlier momentarily gives you access to view what you call home, before you’re back in the deep, towering unfamiliarity of the forest.

Passing through the original spot indicates your arrival at the fences of Hell’s gate should be any moment now, probably with a frantic father awaiting your safe return. A frantic Dad who will probably punish you.

“What’s your name?” Your eyes are glued to the grip he has on your wrist, but your voice holds benevolence, cautious in determining the correct approach to the unknown Na’vi boy whom rescued your reckless, little human life. He saved you. You assume he doesn’t understand your words when he disregards you and proceeds with leading the path, seemingly determined to return you home. Nevertheless, he spares you a glance and small smile when he looks back at you over his shoulder.

“Y/N,” He says, almost unknowingly as if in question, presuming with looking straight ahead to guide you properly with caution.

He’s quick to notice the way your hand flies to your chest indicating his assumed interpretation of your foreign language is correct, further proved by your squeals of excitement. “Yes! That’s me!” You cheer at his response with so much enthusiasm, fascinated by his comprehension, and evidently delighted by his understanding in the topic of names.

Before you can ask him how he knows yours, the doddering fences of your home come into view and a small frown upon realization paints your face. The very little time you’ve spent in the forest has been so much more exhilarating, more lively than your time in the lab combined. With the obvious exception of Lo’ak and Kiri’s company (you adore your besties). The Na’vi boy releases his hold on your wrist ahead of reaching your destination. He gives you a short-lived grin prior to the cognizance of your immediate switch in expression, his face slightly faltering to match yours.

A little past the worn-down, withered fences, a small figure appears from behind the exit, followed by a crashing slam of the metal doors garnering the attention of both of you.

“Y/N, is that you?” You recognize you father’s voice, full of distress. He calls out to you from a distance as he squints his eyes for a clearer view.

You direct your attention back to the Na’vi boy who stands before you. “Seykxel siva ko,” He says gently and offers you a smile, his hand finding its way to pat your head, almost encouragingly. Upon noticing the way his golden eyes focus way past your figure, you turn back to glance over your shoulder to see what he gazes so intently at. Only to realize your father is scurrying in your direction, seemingly and understandably in a panic.

You whip your head to redirect your attention back to the Na’vi boy only to discover that he’s already gone, leaving you only with the rustling sounds of the forest trees accompanied by the scolds of your disgruntled father.

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