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NETEYAM:

1.INNOCENT

2.SNEAK PEEK

3.THE BOY IS MINE

4.LATE NIGHT TELEPHONE => Next chap: CANDY.

Request: DEVIL EYES

Drabble: 1

LO'AK:

1.HIGH BY THE BEACH

JAKE:

drabble: 1,2

Do not copy or bring anywhere else without my permission.

Request: Open.

The wedding is held as extravagant as possible with the finest wine, and food that is enough to feed the whole village for a week, music and dancers blur into vivid silhouettes under the gentle light of the night. People are yipping all night long without feeling a tiniest bit of exhaustion. You always stay by his side whilst Neteyam go around, smiling warmly upon the blessing and acclamation of villagers.

However, the marital night ends with your backs facing each other; you understand his exhaustion so you tell him to rest.

“There’s no rush, really, you’re deep-bone tired.” You say with a empathetic smile.

“Thank you, Y/n, I really appreciate that.” Neteyam replies with a raspy voice before putting a kiss on your cheek. And then he goes to bed.

So…You become his wife.

There’s not much of a difference from when you were celibate, really.

Neteyam is constantly busy with training, hunting, practicing his skills and teaching the younger warriors. Even though you guys are a mated pair, you barely see Neteyam when you wake up in the morning, and always doze off when you wait for him to come home. The only state you’ve ever seen him is in fully warrior gears, cummerbund is already tied, bow behind his back. Sometimes, he steps into the kelku at the pitch black night, only to find you sitting on the floor, head bends low in half-asleep state.

“You’re still awake?” Neteyam asks, softly, maybe there’s surprised in his tone too.

You nod, barely register anything until he comes closer, one of his hand finds its way underneath your knees, his other palm rests against your back and Neteyam carries you up in bridal style.

You gasp, arms instinctively wrap around his neck for stabilization as he walks toward the hammock and settle you down. After putting a small kiss on your lips, Neteyam murmurs as if noticing your drained expression.

“You don't have to wait up for me, it's not healthy.”

But you always do, some nights end with you completely alone in the kelku, the flap on the front door stays still the whole time. You just sit on the woven floor, exasperation tightens your heart when you pull your legs closer, until knees touch your chest. Fatigue casts your face and you couldn't help but mourn for your happiness, for your dream when you weren’t tied to Neteyam. On face value and in the eyes of The People, you and him are husband and wife, yet behind close door, you feel like nothing but a stranger to him.

When he does stay at the kelku, he never really talks to you, but rather talk to his father through the comm while he goes over reports about the RDA.

This continues for over half a year after your marriage, frustration slowly fills your chest up, resulting in cold and meaningless conversations. Of course, Neyeyam notices this and of course he never voices his concern.

One day, you can't take it anymore. It's one of the rare days when he's allowed to take a break from overwhelmed number of works as an Olo'eyktan. He returns to the kelku sooner than usual, sooner to him, but it's still pass the reasonable hour for a normal Na'vi. And the first thing he does when he steps into the house is flipping open yet another new report from one of his spotters.

“Neteyam.” Your voice cuts through the air, interrupting his flow state.

“Hm?” Neteyam tilts his head toward you, but his eyes don't leave the paper.

Your jaw clenches so tight that you think that it may turn into dust already. Is he dumb?? Why is he acting like you're not important like this? At least he could've said something, to get to know you more, to talk like a married couple, but he fucking doesn't!

Walking in front of him, you gently take the report from his hand despite the temptation to shred the paper into million pieces.

“Y/n what--”

“Do you have any ideas that you are married?”

Your voice is quivering and weak, so weak that you have to take a deep breath to maintain composure and not cry right here. The lump in your throat refuses to come down despite one gulp and it ruins your attempt to sound calm.

Neteyam blinks, his ears flattened against the sides of skull, barely concealing distress emotions on his face.

“...”

“You're married, Neteyam.” Gesturing around the kelku with a wiggle of your hand, you look deep into his eyes. “You're not just the Olo'eyktan, but you are a husband, my husband. But you never act such.”

Neteyam lowers his gaze, an apologetic frown appears on his face used to make you feel sympathetic with him, now it only fuels the anger boiling in your gut. Neteyam remains silent albeit your confrontation as if it’s the way of him saying “I listen, but I won’t hear you,”

“Why don’t you say anything?” You whisper under frantic breaths and raise your arms on either side when silence takes its toll in the kelku. “Am I worth nothing in your eyes? Why did you marry me, Neteyam? You could’ve said something to your father when you didn’t feel anything toward me. Why did you bring me here just to treat me like this? You think this is funny? Let your wife wander around your house like a ghost and you don’t give a fuck about her?”

“Y/n, you know that’s not true.” Neteyam remains calm as ever, his hand comes up to cup your cheek but you smack it away. “Everything is just so busy, I wish I had--”

“But you at least should’ve done something, you could’ve asked me and treated me like I’m important, why do you neglect me all day long?” You exclaim, hatred and irritation swirl around your mind like whirlwind. “Why don’t you talk to me when you’re at home? Why can I only see you late at night and you don’t fucking hug me!”

“I-” Neteyam lets out a harsh breath. “I’m sorry--”

Raising a hand to stop him, your frown soon morphs into a scowl. “You always say sorry but you never do anything about it! Do you know how long we’ve been married??”

“Half a yea--”

“That’s right! Half a year and we act like we’re ain’t nothing to each other!”

He bites his lower lip lightly, head hanging as if saying “I know I failed,”. But you’re not sure whether he wants to really fix it or it’s just another empty promise. Neteyam takes a step closer, arm reaching like he wants to touch you but still hesitant.

“Ma yawne, let me--”

“Screw that, I don’t need your explanation.”

Upon saying that, tears stream down your cheeks uncontrollably; in an instant, Neteyam is in front of you, his large hands just barely graze your moist skin as you smack his hand away again, turning down his apologies. The report laying on the woven floor, fogotten and treated like nothing but a pile of trash under your feet, though Neteyam doesn't mind that as you thought he would be.

“I’m going to bed.” You wipe the tears off your face in a messy yet aggressive motion. “You can stay with your duties.”

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Late that night, you’re still sleeping with your wet lashes from the earlier crying when you feel a palm sneaks around your waist and settles on your lower stomach. Neteyam’s bare chest makes contact with your back and you try your best to not get flustered by how solid his muscles are.

It’s unmistakable when his comforting scent covers your body, his fingers tilt your face toward him and his soft lips press against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, ma yawntu.” Neteyam mumbles in the dark, the moon shines through the canopy, casting his face in a gentle light. “I’m sorry for making you upset. I promise I will be more attentive, can you forgive me, yawne?”

Before you can reply, his mouth is on yours, swallowing any noises from you as he parts your lips apart, taste you for the first time. You hear him groan against your mouth, hot puffs of breath are the only thing you can sense; the hand on your stomach trails down, down until it reaches your loincloth, his finger presses down gently your clit through the clothes just to feel your wetness has already seeped through. In your befuddle mind, you could taste sweetness from his mouth as the candy-like seed melts in your mouth from the heat, Neteyam doesn’t stop to make sure you have swallowed the seed whole.

“Nete--” You gasp but he quickly shushes you with his tongue.

“Let me make it up to you, yawne, just relax.”

You are completely helpless when Neteyam unties your loincloth, his digit taps the sensitive nub on your clit and it sends a shudder through your body. You’re already wet, get turned on just by his kiss only and Neteyam is proud of that, based on how smug he looks right now.

Your whimpers only intensify just as his thigh fits its way between your legs and rubs your bare pussy, the hard muscles under his skin feels so heavenly against your dripping cunt. If you could turn around and look, his thigh would be coated in your wetness as you subconsciously rock against his thigh. When suddenly, a hot feeling coils around your core and you’re quick to suck in a startled gasp.

“N-Oh god…” You moan softly, more slick leaks out when Neteyam bends down lightly and puts kitten licks on your hypersensitive earlobe.

“Yes, ma wife, do you need anything?” The words come from his mouth so leisurely, as if he didn’t give you the mating seed.

Eywa, he’s teasing you! He knows what you need yet he wants you to look up at him with your daze and hazy eyes, beg him to give you more as you nudge yourself against him more firmly. His other hand slids under your side and plays with your nipple, feeling the bud hardens under the cool air and his hot touches. You scoot closer to Neteyam, just as his thigh rocks your sticky slit back and fourth, extracting more and more fluid from you.

“P-Please…more, Neteyam. I need more…”

You whisper, purple spreads all your cheeks just when you realize how shameless you are, yet, Neteyam doesn’t mind that, in fact, it only fuels the fire in his loin and he wants nothing but to rip off his tewng and have you right here and now. But now you’re his first priority.

Scooping you up in his arms and sitting up so you can straddle him, his pupils are blown wide by the sight of his wife facing him, so wide that only a thin ring of golden remained. Neteyam aching length has made a sizeable tent in his loincloth and your cunt is pressing against it, making the fabric glistening with your juice. Impatiently, you twitch your hips so you could get more frictions against his clothed cock, Neteyam inhales sharply just by how soaked you are.

“S-shit,” Neteyam grabs your hips with both of his palm, guiding your movement slowly despite your whims and protests, you’re too wet, too gooey as you drip on his tewng and a fresh glob of lubricant stains the fabric, creating a small spot where the angry purple tip is visible. “Yeah, just like that…Fuck…”

“Neteyam…”

“Go on, baby.” Tapping your backside playfully, Neteyam lets out a harsh rush of breath and lays back slightly. “Take what you want from me.”

You grind harder against him, forcing the very first bead of pre cum from his needy tip, making his loincloth more transparent as he aims the head against your puffy folds. Your hands rest on his abdomen as a leverage as you hump on his cock, there it is, you could feel it, the white liquid beads out from his tip and stains your inner thighs with sticky mess.

“Yees, so good, feel so good.” Neteyam chokes out and his canines dig into his lower lip to ground himself from bucking his hips off the hammock.

You moan loudly as Neteyam guides your hips faster, his dick feels so warm, so smooth even under a bunch of annoying layers of clothing. It only makes you keen and needy than ever, the friction of his clothes against your bare entrance is so delicious that you refuse to look up but focusing on humping on his twitching length. More of your wetness falls down his heavy balls as Neteyam grunts in pleasure.

“Fuuuuck, baby, ngh, like that.”

You drop on him and Neteyam hisses in ecstasy, your hips move fratically like an animal in heat and you could feel your orgasm barreling toward you. Eywa, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t when everything is like a dream and the knot in your belly intensifies at the humping, you can hear Neteyam’s pants and groans behind your closed eyes. You wish that under you was Neyteyam’s bare, huge erection that is able to split you in half rather than the outline of his girth, you hear his chuckle and your gluey walls clenches around nothing. His strained, pulsing cock bumps against your slippery folds with every snap of your hips, the wetness smeared on his clothed tip is enough for you to go feral and it teases you mercilessly.

“Neteyam, oh…Eywa…” Tilting your head back when Neteyam’s hands move from your sides to your ass and gives them a squeeze.

“Forgive me, yawne?” His eyes half-lidded, full with lust and tears as you soak his dick through the damp material of his tewng. “I promise I will take care of you more, fuc-- hah… I swear it.”

“Yes, yes, I forgive you…” You gasp, his aching tip leaks more and more pre cum when you speed up your rhythm, the material rubs against your clit just right and you feel no different from an animal in heat.

The movement and friction of his red-purple head is so agonizing awesome that you have to adjust your thighs to straddle him more tightly, your head bend low when you put hands on his chest to grind your entrance harder against his weeping erection. Neteyam’s hand grope your ass more greedily as if his moans and groans are like “yes, more, more, I need more”.

“I’--I’m gonna cum…” You rasp, whining and all desperate for release.

“Then cum, baby.” He whimpers. “Cum on my cock, wanna feel you make a mess…”

Your voice is already wrecked with pleasure that you couldn’t say anything but a small whine. Neteyam bucks his hips up to increase your humping as you squeal when you’re tipped over the edge of pleasure. You swear that your vision goes white as you cum, ears become all blurry and acute at the same time and your body jolt from the sheer sensation, your cunt flutters in need, soaking his length with your juice.

Neteyam continues to grind you harder on him, never stops until your orgasm ebbs away does he stop. Letting out a tiny gasp when you feel all sticky and messy between your thighs, not only from your release, but from the large wet spot on his tewng when he stains it with his own seed. Your clit throbs lightly when Neteyam sit up, locks your mouth into a slow and heated kiss. Whilst his tongue swipes over your lower lips, Neteyam slurs out.

Or if you’re smart enough and not open the door, and you reach for the phone but he has already cut off the main cable outside and you would do nothing but sob when the signal is no where to be found. Until then he would reveal his real voice.

“Hiii, I just want to say hi to my old friend, don’t you remember me?”

Not waiting for you to answer, Lo’ak would use a weapon to break the front door. You, too frightened to just stand there and watch, decide to run for your life toward the long hall while Ash!Lo’ak is getting on your ass, determined to catch you. The hall have four sections, each section has a pretty strong roller shutter but some fucking how Ash! Lo’ak managed to break through them after you locking it. When you tried to open the door leading to the back yard, the handle get stuck and you can’t even twist the lock, in front of you is the last locked entrance preventing Lo’ak from lunging at you. But you could here the banging too loud for your human ears.

“Y/n, I just want to meet you. Is that a bad thing? Why do you run from me?”

“Oh c’mon, open this fucking thing and we could have some fun, it’s been so long. ”

“You know you’re bad at hide and seek, why don’t we end this thing fast and let’s cuddle up on your bed, all nice and close?”

“Geeze, don’t keep me waiting. We just want to see you baby, don’t you miss us too? Want to feel our cocks split you apart? Promise it would feel so good.”

That would when you look up. Who’s we?

Just then, the back door would  burst open and you understand why this fucking door wouldn’t open for you.

All you could do is letting out a strangled gasp when that big blue hand grab you by the neck and pin you onto the ground, his other hand reaching for the entrance and unlock the roller shutter to let his baby bro in.

Fuck, both at the same damn time?

And they would tear your clothing apart, slurping you clean when your body confused adrenaline with horny and you couldn’t stop the wanton moans from you when Neteyam put a vibrator (where the fuck did he get that from?) into your body, his baby bro’s mouth would be on your clit, lapping and licking that sensitive bundle of nerves and work you up over the edge again and again until you cry and beg for release. They are merciful so of course they would let you have your most explosive orgasm. When your sob subside and your legs are shakin, they would untie their loincloths and reveal their thick, long alien cock.

Neteyam would roughly flip you on your stomach and get your ass in the air, your face pressed tight against the tile. The mushroom tip would tease you, rubbing your clit until you are all desperate and try to push him deeper, which earn you a hard smack from his hand and you’d yelp in shame,

“What a dirty little slut, all greedy for our cocks,”