smol.reesecup

Pairing: Tonowari x baby! reader

a/n: thx anon for this request i had fun making this.

The village was still asleep when Tonowari stepped out of the marui, a massive silhouette against the pale blue dawn. No armor. No spear. Just a woven sling tied carefully across his chest.

Inside it — you.

Small. Warm. Breathing softly against his skin.

You had woken before sunrise again. Tiny restless noises, searching for comfort only one person could give now.

He walked slowly into the shallow water, letting the tide lap against his legs. One hand stayed firmly over your back big enough to cover you completely.

“You don’t like it when it’s too quiet, do you?” he murmured low, voice rough from lack of sleep. “You like a little noise… does it makes you feel safe.”

Your little fingers pushed out of the cloth and grabbed a lock of his hair. You tugged, surprisingly strong.

A small huff escaped him. Not annoyance. Something softer.

“Ah… already testing me,” he whispered.

He lowered himself just beneath the surface so the water gently moved around you both. The ocean always calmed you. Maybe because it reminded you of something older than memory or just the sounds of the ocean.

You fussed for a moment… then settled. Tiny cheek pressed against the center of his chest where his heartbeat thundered like distant drums.

Tonowari’s shoulders finally dropped.

He looked down at you eyes heavy, but soft in a way only a few people had ever seen. The grief never left his face completely. It lived in the quiet lines around his eyes in the way he held you just a little too tightly sometimes.

“I do not know if I am enough,” he admitted to the rising sun, voice barely more than a breath. “But you will never face the tide alone. Not while I stand.”

You made a small cooing sound like an answer only he understood.

A skimwing cried in the distance. The village began to stir. Soon he would be chief again strong voice, steady commands, unshakable presence.

But right now?

He swayed gently with the waves, humming an old ocean lullaby under his breath. His big hand rubbed slow circles over your tiny back until your breathing deepened.

When your eyes finally closed, he leaned his forehead against yours no careful, reverent.

he whispered. “You are the reason I still rise with the sun.”

And for a few stolen minutes… the strongest warrior in the reef just sat there, holding the smallest piece of his world like she was made of light.

The morning sun glinted across the reef, making the water shimmer like liquid gold. Tonowari waded in up to his waist, eyes scanning the sparkling waves but they weren’t worried about him today. Their focus was on you.

You were barely a year old, tiny arms flailing and kicking in the water, squealing with pure delight. The current barely tugged at you you moved with the fluid grace of someone already born to the ocean.

Tsireya laughed softly beside you, watching your little tail flick rapidly as you spun in the shallow waters. “Look at her go,” she whispered. “She’s faster than a grown warrior already.”

Tonowari chuckled low in his chest, his eyes never leaving you. “you really like the water so much huh.” he murmured, voice soft. “No one moves like you.”

You squealed again, splashing water at both of them, your tiny hands flicking droplets that glittered in the sunlight. Tonowari lifted his arms, and you swam straight through them, laughing as water cascaded around you.

Tsireya clapped her hands, “good job that was fast!”

You splashed harder, tail flicking wildly, sending a small wave her way. Tsireya shrieked in mock offense, and Tonowari laughed so deeply the water around him trembled. “She will be the fiercest of all the tides one day,” he said quietly, eyes soft.

You paused for a moment, floating on your back, eyes half-closed in contentment as the sun warmed your small face. Tonowari waded closer, kneeling in the water so he could look down at you. His enormous hands rested lightly on the sand below you, feeling the vibrations of the water you created.

“See that?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “Even the waves know her name.”

You giggled again, kicking gently, spinning yourself in a circle and splashing Tsireya in the process. Tsireya laughed, shaking her head, water running down her braids.

Pairing: Neteyam x Quaritch daughter! Reader (Sully x reader)

Summary: “You were sent to the Omatikaya clan to earn Jake’s trust as part of Quaritch’s plan. You didn't expect to fall for his eldest son, where does your loyalty lie?”

Part 1 you're here

Years Later

Years had passed since you first arrived among the Omatikaya and almost a year now since your relationship with neteyam, a stranger wrapped in lies, carrying orders that felt heavier than the weapons you once trained with.

Back then, every sound of the forest made your shoulders tense. Every shadow looked like danger. The glowing plants felt like eyes watching you, judging you. You walked carefully, spoke little, and slept with one ear open, always ready to run, always ready to report.

But time… time softened the edges of fear.

The forest that once felt foreign slowly learned your footsteps, and you learned its heartbeat. You knew which branches would bend without snapping, which streams were safe to drink from, which glowing seeds would drift down like quiet stars if you stayed still long enough.

The sounds of insects at night were no longer noise pressing against your skull they became a lullaby you didn’t realize you depended on until you left the village for hunts.

Home stopped being a word you avoided.

Home became the scent of damp earth after rain. The warmth of their laughter around shared meals. The way the children ran to you without hesitation, tugging at your hands, asking you to join their games, and somewhere along the way… your mission stopped existing.

Not all at once. There was no dramatic moment where you decided to betray the past. It faded slowly, reports left unsent, memories pushed aside, warnings ignored until they sounded less like orders and more like a distant voice carried away by wind.

Your dad once sharp and commanding, became a ghost in your head. His lessons blurred with time. His warnings lost their weight. The guilt you used to carry like armor started to crack… then crumble… until only faint echoes remained.

Because of Neteyam. It started small.

He who noticed you standing alone during your first celebration and wordlessly offered you a place beside him near the fire, who laughed quietly whenever you tried to act tougher than you were, not mocking you, just amused in a way that made your chest feel lighter, who corrected your words gently instead of calling attention to your mistakes. You expected suspicion from him. Distance. Maybe even hatred. Instead, he gave patience.

During training, when your muscles trembled from exhaustion, he stayed behind long after others left guiding your stance, adjusting your grip on the bow, praising effort instead of perfection. When you stumbled during hunts, he didn’t scold you like a soldier being corrected. He helped you up and said, “Again. You are stronger than you think.”

And slowly… you began to trust him.

There were quiet moments too, the ones that changed you the most.

Late evenings where he braided your hair carefully because your fingers were too sore to do it yourself. The brush of his knuckles against your temple when he checked if you were alright. The way his golden eyes softened whenever you spoke about things you once tried to hide, and how he really takes care of you like he would give the world to you.

He looked at you like you weren’t an outsider. Like you weren’t someone waiting to betray him. He looked at you like a person worth protecting and worth loving. And somewhere between shared hunts, whispered conversations under glowing branches, and laughter that came easier each passing day… your walls disappeared. You loved him. Not as part of a plan. Not as a calculated move. You loved him in the quiet way roots grow beneath the ground, slow, deep, impossible to pull out once they take hold. And that love buried everything else the mission, orders, warnings.

All of it sank beneath the life you built with him a life that felt real enough to make you forget there was ever a world where you didn’t belong here.

Sleep wouldn’t come. You lay beside Neteyam, your hand resting on his face, tracing the bridge of his nose down to his lips Eywa knows how many times you had kissed them and now to the soft curve of his cheeks, he slept peacefully. One arm rested loosely to your waist, his breathing slow and steady. The warmth of him usually calmed you, grounded you. You shifted carefully, trying not to wake him.

His ears twitched anyway. Golden eyes blinked open, instantly alert. “…You okay?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. You forced a small smile. “yes everything's okay, go back to sleep” you whisper, he studied your face longer than necessary, like he could read the thoughts you were trying to hide. His thumb brushed lightly against your hip a silent grounding touch he always used when you felt uneasy. “Bad dreams?” he asked softly. You hesitated… then shook your head. “No dreams. Just restless.” as you say those words you can't help but sleep at him trying to keep his eyes open, kissing his forehead, You gently removed his hand from your hips and slowly got out of bed.

You stepped softly onto the cool forest floor, letting the night air brush against your skin. Each step carried the faint crunch of leaves underfoot, but the forest felt safe almost like it was welcoming you. The bioluminescent plants glowed softly, painting the shadows in gentle blues and greens. Normally, this walk would calm you, and tonight was no different. You felt at peace, unguarded, your body loose and free. Years of living among the Omatikaya had made you forget the fear that once clung to you. No one could come for you here you were certain of it.

You walked deeper, tracing your fingers along the smooth vines that glimmered in the night light. Normally, you would think of Neteyam how he would find this walk peaceful too but tonight, you didn’t even consider danger. You were too relaxed, but a twig snapped behind you.

You paused, curious but not alarmed. “Hello?” you called softly, “neteyam you there?”your voice drifting among the trees. Silence answered.

You turned slowly, scanning the shadows, but saw only the gentle shimmer of the glowing plants. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. Probably just a branch falling. Before you could react, a strong hand clamped over your mouth. Another arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward into the deeper shadows. Your body stiffened, heart leaping, but your mind struggled to process you hadn’t expected anyone to be here. Not here, not now. The forest had always been safe.

Before you could react, a strong hand clamped over your mouth. Another arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward into the deeper shadows. Your body stiffened, heart leaping, but your mind hadn’t processed it yet the forest had always been safe. You had always been safe.

A low, cold whisper slid against your ear. “Stop squirming!” he loosen a bit his grip

“You think you can just ignore the reason why you're here?” The words made your stomach drop. Years of silence, of forgetting, of burying the past… and now it was here, in the flesh.

You spun, gasping and froze. Quaritch.

Even in the soft glow of the bioluminescent forest, he radiated menace. His eyes, sharp and calculating, cut into you like knives. “You’ve grown comfortable,” he spat, his words sharp as the edge of a blade. “Too comfortable. Safe enough to forget what you're here for huh.”

“I—” you started, but he tightened his grip on your arm, jerking you closer.

“You betray me now?” he barked, teeth clenched. “Just like him, You think you can walk away from where you came from? From me? You’re no better than him!”

“I’m not—” you shouted, twisting violently in his hold, “I’m not betraying anyone! I belong here!”

“Belong here?” he hissed, leaning in, spittle flying from his words. “You think your comfort, your little paradise, erases what you are! You betrayed me. You betrayed your own kind. You betrayed your purpose. And now you dare to defy me?”

“I didn’t betray anyone! I did what was right I understand everything why Jake turn his back on you” you yelled, kicking and twisting, your voice shaking with fury. “I’m not like him! I—”

“Not like him? Don’t make me laugh!” he spat, eyes blazing. “You’re walking the same path! Soft. Complacent. Weak. You think you’re free? You’re a traitor! And you—” he jerked you hard, making you stumble, “you’re going to pay for forgetting!”

You clawed at him, twisting, struggling against his iron grip. Rage and fear surged through you, fear of him, anger at being treated like a weapon again, and the bitter sting of being compared to Jake.

“Never!” you screamed, throwing your weight, trying to break free. “I’m not your puppet, and I'm not your daughter anymore if anything happens to them!” Quaritch’s hands tightened around you, his jaw working with the effort of holding back his fury. His spit landed on your cheek as he hissed, “You were supposed to obey and now—” you yell back, meeting his fury with your own. “I’m done! I’m not part of your plan and I’m not part of your world!” The forest seemed to hold its breath around you, the soft glow of bioluminescent plants illuminating the fight of wills one of raw control and defiance, years of training against years of choice, and the growing realization that the past wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

His grip tightened again, anger boiling over after your words. Without warning, he yanked you hard, dragging you through the undergrowth. Your feet caught on tangled roots, your balance breaking and suddenly the ground slammed into your side.

Air rushed from your lungs as you hit the forest floor, glowing dust scattering around you. Pain flared through your arm, Before he could grab you again a sharp rustle cut through the trees. Neteyam burst from the shadows, bow already drawn, arrow aimed straight at his chest. His golden eyes burned with fury and fear, scanning you first seeing you on the ground before snapping back to the threat in front of him.

“Let her go,” Neteyam growled, voice low and deadly.

Quaritch froze for a fraction of a second, eyes narrowing at the young warrior standing between him and his control. The tension in the air tightened like a pulled bowstring. Neteyam’s fingers shifted ready to release. “No!” you shouted, scrambling to your feet. Panic surged through you as you ran straight toward him, grabbing the bow, pushing it slightly off its aim.

The arrow released anyway slicing through the air striking a tree far to the side with a sharp crack.

The sound shattered the moment.

Quaritch’s eyes flicked between you and Neteyam, calculating. A cold smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped back into the shadows. He knew the advantage was gone. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, voice low, almost amused despite the anger still burning in his eyes. Then he turned disappearing into the forest as quickly and silently as he had come. Neteyam didn’t chase him. His hands dropped the bow immediately as he grip your shoulders, eyes scanning your face, your arms, your legs searching for injuries.

“did he hurt you? Are you okay?” he asked, voice tight, breath uneven.

Your heart still pounded violently in your chest, adrenaline refusing to settle. Behind you, the forest returned to its quiet glow but nothing felt peaceful anymore. The past had stepped into your present… and now he had seen it too.

His hands moved quickly over your arms your face checking for injuries. His breath was uneven, eyes sharp with worry. “I’m fine,” you insisted, trying to steady him. But his gaze dropped suddenly.

Blood.

A thin line of dark red ran down your knee where the fall had torn your skin open against sharp roots. The sight made his expression change instantly fear flashing across his face like lightning. “You’re hurt,” he said, voice tight.

“It’s just a scratch,” you replied quickly, trying to stand fully. “I'll live—”

Before you could finish, he slipped an arm under your knees and another behind your back, lifting you into a bridal carry. “Neteyam!” you protested, startled, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance. “Put me down I’m fine! I can walk on my own!”

“No,” he said firmly, already moving through the forest at a fast, steady pace. His ears were pinned back, jaw tight. “You were attacked and get hurt You are not walking.”

“It doesn’t even hurt that much,” you insisted, shifting slightly in his hold.

He didn’t slow. “You are bleeding,” he answered simply. “That is enough.” The glow of the Omatikaya marui appeared between the trees as he carried you back toward the clan’s resting place. The moment he reached your shared space, he set you down carefully on a woven mat, hands still hovering like he was afraid you might disappear if he looked away for a second.

“Stay,” he ordered softly not harsh, just desperate.

Before you could argue again, he turned and rushed outside, scanning the nearby plants with quick, practiced movements. His hands moved over glowing leaves and soft moss until he found what he needed thick tìng leaf known for slowing bleeding and a bundle of luminescent healing moss often used by the clan’s healers to reduce swelling and infection.

He crushed the leaves gently between his palms, releasing their cool, glowing sap before hurrying back to you. As he knelt in front of you, the soft squish of the medicine echoed quietly and that small sound carried farther than either of you realized.

Jake’s ears twitched at the noise. He sat up slowly, confused, eyes adjusting to the dim glow outside. The low murmurs of voices and the faint scent of crushed healing plants drifted through the air.

“…Neteyam?” Jake called quietly, stepping outside, confusion etched across his face. “What’s going on? Why are you—”

His words stopped the moment he saw you sitting with a bleeding knee and his son kneeling in front of you with trembling hands, carefully pressing glowing leaves against the wound like you might shatter under his touch. His eyes sharpened instantly. “What happened?” he asked, voice low, serious, already sensing something was wrong.

Neteyam’s jaw tightened. His hands were still steady on your knee, pressing the glowing moss gently into the wound, but his eyes burned with something darker now anger, protectiveness, confusion. “She was attacked,” he said.

Jake’s ears flicked back instantly. His body stiffened. “Attacked?” he repeated, voice rising slightly. “Attacked by who?” A heavy silence settled between all of you. Neteyam hesitated for only a second before answering. “Them dad...the sky people..quaritch.” The name hit the air like a thunderclap. Jake froze. Completely still. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment his eyes lost focus like he was no longer seeing the marui, no longer seeing you or his son.

He was back there. The burning forest.Explosions tearing through sacred trees. Smoke choking the sky. Screams. Gunfire. Death. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Fear flickered behind his eyes, real fear quickly swallowed by anger. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “He found you,” Jake muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “He found us.”

“He tried to take her,” Neteyam added quietly, voice tight. “He grabbed her. Tried to force her away.” Jake’s head snapped toward you, eyes scanning your injuries again like he was seeing them for the first time. His chest rose and fell heavily. You could almost see the calculations running through his mind every past mistake, every loss, every battle that had cost lives.

“No,” Jake whispered. Then louder, sharper, decisive: “No. We’re not doing this again.”

Neteyam frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jake started pacing, restless energy taking over. “I’ve seen what happens when they find us,” he said, voice rough. “They don’t stop. They don’t negotiate. They burn everything in their path just to get what they want.” His eyes flicked toward the surrounding forest, glowing softly in the night peaceful, unaware. “I will not let this people pay for this war again.”

Your stomach tightened as realization began to settle in. Jake stopped pacing and faced you both, his expression set heavy with fear but driven by fierce determination. “We leave,” he said. “All of us. Before sunrise quietly. We disappear before they can come back” Neteyam’s eyes widened. “Leave… Omatikaya?”

Jake nodded once, jaw tight. “I’m not losing another home. Not this people. Not my family.” His voice cracked slightly at the last word before he forced control back into it. “If Quaritch found you once, he’ll come back with more. And next time… it won’t just be one man.”

Silence fell heavy in the marui. The glow of the healing moss reflected faintly against your skin. Outside, Pandora remained peaceful unaware that everything might change again. Jake inhaled deeply, shoulders heavy with the weight of his decision. “Wake your siblings,” he told Neteyam quietly. “pack everything you need.” And just like that the life you had built here, the home you had fought to protect began to slip through your fingers once more.

The news spread quickly once everyone woke. You barely remembered Jake explaining what had happened. The words echoed around you like distant thunder, but all you could hear was one thought repeating over and over in your mind.

This is my fault.

You watched the people move quietly, packing your their things, preparing to say goodbye. Every face you passed carried trust… kindness… and none of them knew the full weight of what you had brought into their home. Your chest felt tight, heavy with a guilt that made it hard to breathe.

You had promised yourself you would never let your past follow you here.

Your hands trembled slightly as you packed your small belongings. Each object you touched carried memories, laughter, safety, love things you once believed you had earned. But now they felt fragile, temporary, like something you had stolen without meaning to. Before dawn began to touch the sky, you walked beside Neteyam towards Mo’at. He kept close to you, his shoulder brushing yours every few steps, silent but steady. You wanted to lean into that comfort… but the guilt sat between you like a wall.

If I had just stayed away… if I had told the truth sooner… none of this would be happening.

Mo’at stood waiting. Neytiri beside her, eyes sharp with grief and anger that you couldn’t help but feel responsible for. When Mo’at’s gaze met yours, it softened not accusing, not harsh and somehow that made the guilt hurt even more.

“I am sorry,” you whispered, voice barely steady. You didn’t even know if you were apologizing to her to the clan or to the life you were all leaving behind. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder. “The path you walk isn’t easy,” she said softly. “But you are not alone.” You wanted to believe her. You wanted to accept that comfort. But your thoughts kept dragging you back to Quaritch’s words, to your past, to the fear that everything good you touched would eventually be forced to run because of you.

As friends approached to say goodbye, children hugging your waist, warriors clasping your forearm, you felt like an imposter wearing a face that didn’t belong to you anymore. They smiled. They wished you safety.

Jake gave the signal. Without hesitation, everyone leapt toward their ikran, the familiar beasts shifting beneath them, muscles coiling, wings stretching wide against the sky. Your heart slammed in your chest, the wind whipping past as Neteyam pressed close behind you, steadying you on your ikran, Jake turned for one last look, Memories flashed through his mind, his first training day, laughter around the fire, Moments that felt permanent once… now slipping away like mist.

If I hadn’t let him get do this… none of this would be happening. If I hadn’t let my guard down… if I hadn’t…

The wind carried your thoughts away, but they kept returning, sharp as the claws of your ikran digging into the clouds. You felt small. Responsible. A single misstep, your choices, forcing the family to leave their home, to abandon the people that had welcomed you.

You flew slightly behind Neteyam, quieter than usual, movements slower, eyes distant. Normally you would be laughing with Lo’ak and spider racing ahead or pointing out shapes in the clouds. But now… nothing.

Neteyam glanced back more than once. Finally he slowed his ikran just enough to fly beside you, keeping a careful distance so both mounts could glide safely. He raised his voice over the wind. “You have been silent since we left,” he called, concern clear in his tone. “Are you hurt? Does your knee still ache?” You shook your head lightly. “No. I am okay,” you answered, though your voice lacked its usual energy. His brows pulled together. he replied gently. “Your body may be fine… but your spirit looks heavy.” You stared ahead at the endless sky for a long moment before answering. “Im just… tired,” you admitted quietly. “...sad..for everyone. For mo'at… for your family… for all the people we left behind.” Neteyam listened carefully, giving you time to speak. “don't worry too much okay? They're gonna be fine...and where going somewhere safe now.” you know everything is not going to be fine... As long as quaritch is standing, tired to protest anymore you just nodded.

Hours passed. The sun rose fully, burning golden across Pandora’s canopy. The forests, rivers, and mountains stretched below, beautiful and alive and yet you couldn’t shake the weight in your chest. Finally, the sea appeared wide, endless, the coral reefs glowing faintly beneath the water’s surface. And beyond it, rising from the waves, the home of the unknown clan. Their spires of wood and vines shimmered against the sunlight, welcoming yet unfamiliar.

Jake banked and descended toward the settlement, wings slicing through the salty breeze. Neteyam guide as you approached the water village, eyes scanning for danger, for familiar faces for any sign that maybe, just maybe, your dad wouldn’t follow you here. But the guilt clung like a shadow, whispering that he was still out there… still hunting. And even as you touched down on the docks, the village sprawling before you.

warriors gathered along the walkways, their taller, broader forms moving with quiet curiosity. Their gazes swept over your thinner builds, your forest clothing, your unfamiliar presence. when the crowd grew thicker and voices louder, you instinctively reached for Tuk pulling her close against your side, one arm wrapped securely around her shoulders to keep her calm and shielded from the overwhelming attention.

She pressed into you without hesitation, trusting, small fingers gripping your clothing as she hid her face briefly. Kiri was beside you holding to your arm, while lo'ak, spider was behind you and neteyam in front. Eyes were already on all of you.

The crowd slowly parted. From the center, two figures approached unfamiliar, yet impossible to ignore. Their presence alone quieted the murmurs around you. Warriors stepped aside without being told, lowering their gazes slightly as the pair passed. The first was tall and broad-shouldered, movements calm but powerful, every step steady like the tide itself. His eyes moved carefully over Jake… over Neytiri… over each of the children… assessing, measuring.

Beside him walked a woman whose presence felt sharper quieter but heavier somehow. Her gaze was intense, observant, taking in every detail your clothing, your posture, the differences between forest and reef people written clearly in her expression.

Jake straightened “I see you, tonowari” he said respectfully. Neytiri followed beside him. “I see you,” she echoed, her posture proud despite the long journey. One by one, we lowered our heads respectfully. You adjusted your hold on Tuk gently before offering the same greeting, keeping your voice calm even as unfamiliar eyes studied every movement. The tall man returned the gesture. “I see you,” he said. His eyes moved over Jake with quiet understanding. “Your name travels far beyond the forest, Toruk Makto.”

Soft murmurs rippled through the Metkayina.

Beside him, the woman watched silently at first, her sharp gaze studying the family closely your thinner builds, the forest clothing, the way the children shifted uneasily on the swaying platforms. Jake spoke carefully. “We seek uturu”

The woman stepped forward then, circling slowly. Her eyes lingered on Neteyam’s guarded stance, Lo’ak’s tension, Kiri’s curiosity… and Tuk pressed safely against your side. “These are forest people,” she said plainly. “Their limbs are made for climbing, not for swimming. Their breathing follows leaves, not waves.” She stopped in front of Jake, expression firm. “They cannot live by the reef. The ocean will reject them.” A quiet tension filled the space. Jake lifted his chin slightly. “We learn quickly,” he said. “We will adapt.” Jake nodded once. “We will learn your ways,” he added. “We will work to belong here.”

Tonowari watched the exchange carefully weighing Ronal’s concerns against Jake’s steady resolve. His eyes moved over the watching villagers before returning to the family.

“If you remain,” he said slowly, “you begin as strangers. You follow our ways. You listen to our people. Only then will the reef decide if you belong.” Jake bowed his head slightly. “We understand.” After a long pause, the leader gave a small nod. “You may stay,” he said.

The crowd shifted, curiosity mixing with uncertainty. You felt Tuk relax slightly against your side, though the weight of unfamiliar stares still pressed heavily around you. “Thank you”

After the decision was made, a young reef girl stepped forward bright-eyed, curious, and far less guarded than the adults around her. Her smile was warm as she approached. “I will show you,” she said gently, reaching for Lo’ak’s hand without hesitation. Her energy was light, welcoming a sharp contrast to the wary stares from others.

Lo’ak blinked in surprise but allowed himself to be pulled forward. Kiri and spider followed closely, curiosity already overcoming her nervousness. Tuk hurried after them excitedly, her earlier fear replaced by wonder as she stared at the endless ocean around her. Even Neteyam lingered nearby, watching carefully but allowing the younger ones to explore.

The sound of weaving and tightening knots filled the air as Jake and Neytiri worked on their new marui. Neteyam stayed beside them, moving quietly but efficiently securing ropes, lifting woven panels into place, adjusting the structure so it would hold against the ocean winds.

Sweat mixed with salt on his skin, but he didn’t stop until Jake finally gave a small nod of approval. “That’s enough for now,” Jake said, stepping back to examine their progress.

Neteyam exhaled slowly and straightened, his eyes instinctively searching the village scanning for his siblings first. He spotted them easily in the distance, laughter echoing across the water as Tsireya guided them through the shallows.

Then he saw you.

Standing alone near the edge of the water. Still. Quiet. Watching. You weren’t with the others. You weren’t helping with the marui anymore either. Just standing there, feet half in the water, gaze distant like your thoughts were somewhere far beyond the ocean horizon. Neteyam’s expression softened. Without saying anything, he stepped away from the marui and made his way toward you, the woven platforms shifting softly beneath his steps. The sound of waves grew louder as he approached, your focus so deep you didn’t notice him until he was already close.

He stopped just behind you for a moment, watching the way you stared at the water shoulders slightly tense, hands still at your sides.

Then gently… carefully… he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

Not tight. Just enough for you to feel him there.

His chin rested lightly near your shoulder as his voice dropped into a quiet whisper close to your ear. “How are you doing yawntu?” he asked softly.

You inhaled slowly, The warmth of him grounded you familiar in a place that still felt strange.

“I am… fine” you answered after a moment, your voice quiet. “Just thinking.”

He nodded slightly against you. “You have been thinking a lot today,” he murmured. “Standing alone… watching everyone else.”

Your eyes moved toward the water where the kids splashed and laughed, Tsireya’s bright voice carrying across the reef.

“They look like they belong already,” you said softly. “They are trying,” he replied gently. “So are you… even if it feels slower.” A small wave rolled over your feet, cool and steady. “It is beautiful here,” you admitted. “But it does not feel real yet.”

“It will,” he said quietly. “The forest did not feel like home to you at first either.” You smile, putting your hand to his, leaning back slightly into his chest without thinking. He didn’t say anything else for a moment just stayed there, swinging you gently presence calm and steady, letting the silence exist without pressure. Finally he spoke again, voice softer. “You do not have to stand alone every time your thoughts get loud,” he murmured. “You know that… right?”

“Sometimes I just need to watch everything,” you said. “To understand where I am.” he hum. “Then I will stand with you,” he said simply. And he did.

Just the steady warmth of someone who knew you well enough to stay quiet when words weren’t enough. You both stood there in silence for a while, His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, firm but gentle, His lips brushed against your shoulder, slowly trailing up to your neck.

“It’s been so long since we did…” he whispered softly against your skin. “Did what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to give him more access.

“Come,” he murmured, taking your hand and leading you deeper into Awa’atlu far from the people, from a distance spider saw you both ran through the trees, shaking his head, smiling as the two of you sneaks again for alone time. “I found this place while looking for something useful,” he said, glancing around the peaceful, hidden spot. The sound of the waves was softer there, “And the first thing that came to your mind was…?” you teased, already smiling already knowing exactly what he was thinking. He gave you a cocky little smile before pulling you closer, his hand sliding gently to the back of your neck as he leaned in for a kiss his other hand rested on your ass cheek giving it a squeeze.

The slow kiss turned heated, his lips moving deeper, hungrier. Both of his hands gripped your ass, pulling you tight against his crotch. You moaned softly at the feel of his hard cock, your hands clutching his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Neteyam… someone might come here,” you whispered, breathless. “Shh… everyone’s busy,” he murmured as he lowered you to the ground, removing his loincloth without ever breaking eye contact. Your hands roamed over his chest, sliding down to his waist. He caught one of your wrists while his other hand stroked his cock slowly.

“Like filling your little cunny with my big, fat cock… and my seeds.” He leaned down and kissed you again, slow but possessive. “Take this off, baby… let me have you again.” Without hesitation, you pulled your clothes away. He kneaded one of your breasts while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard. Your hand dropped between you, wrapping around his cock, stroking it as you tried to guide it into your soaking pussy. “You really that greedy?” he muttered, eyes locked on you, your nipple still trapped between his lips.

You’re already nodding, thighs spread wide, your slick cunt open and throbbing, desperate for him. The tip presses against your entrance, he pulled himself up, sliding his length to your wetness then slowly slides inside, and your body tightens instantly, pulling him deeper with a wet sound that makes his breath hitch and his whole body tense at the feeling. "...ahh fuck not our first time anymore but you're still tight" His cock is thick enough to make you feel every inch, your slick walls stretching tight around him as he eases in. He grits his teeth, jaw tense, trying not to snap his hips forward too fast. The air grows heavy with heat and sound. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips starting to move in slow, testing rolls, each thrust growing deeper and more deliberate as he lost himself in the heat between you.

Your stiff nipples brushed against his sculpted chest as you wrapped your arms around him, fingers digging into his back. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, circling your clit in the same relentless pace as his thrusts. Your breath came out in ragged pants and broken moans, your core clenching and pulsing around the heavy length buried deep inside you.

With a smooth motion, he lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, changing the angle so every push dragged perfectly along those overly sensitive spots inside your slick cunny. A rough, guttural sound tore from his throat, his head falling back as the pleasure hit him hard and his rhythm grew faster, rougher, more desperate.

His lips were restless and hungry, roaming over your neck with sharp little bites and lingering sucks, branding your skin with heated marks. “Dont pull away...,” he muttered against your pulse, his breathing rough and scorching as it fanned across your skin. His damp mouth pressed and dragged slowly, deliberately. “I swear I can’t get enough” he whispered hoarsely between breaths. A low, broken groan slipped from him as he lost himself against your throat, His mouth kept working over your neck, teasing and biting, while deep inside you, the building heat of your orgasm became impossible to ignore.

" I can't hold it anymore!! ”Every powerful thrust drove his balls snapping against the curve of your ass, while the tip of his hard cock plunged so deep it seemed to kiss your cervix with each stroke. Your body erupted in flames almost instantly, your back arching so far it felt like you might blackout.

As the intensity slowly ebbed, your breath returning, a heavy, satisfied warmth settling in every inch of you, he wasn't finished yet. With a guttural groan, his thick, heated release surged deep inside your slick, spent core, filling you completely.

Neteyam settled beside you, letting out a long, shaky breath, the warmth between you speak for itself. “You okay?” he asked quietly, voice soft, almost hesitant. You nodded, letting a small laugh escape. “Yeah… just… dizzy,” you admitted,

He smiled faintly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re incredible… really,” he said, voice low and steady. “I could… stay here forever, just like this.”

You turned slightly to meet his gaze, letting your hand rest over his chest. “Me too,” you whispered.

He let out a quiet chuckle, then laid back with one arm stretched above his head, the other brushing softly against yours. “I like this” he murmured. “just… being here with you” For a long while, you stayed side by side, fingers occasionally brushing, legs touching, feeling the slow settling of your heartbeats. The tension faded, replaced with a warm, After a while, he gently nudged you. “It’s getting dark… we should head back,” he said softly, eyes glinting with a quiet smile. “Dinner’s probably ready, and… we can’t stay out here all night.”

You nodded, still feeling the warmth from earlier as he helped you up, get dress and the two of you walked back together, When you and Neteyam finally made your way back to the village, the warm glow of lanterns and the faint smell of dinner welcomed you. As you approached the marui, Neytiri’s sharp eyes caught sight of you both. “You two,” she said, “where were you? Food is getting cold” Neteyam gave a small grin, shrugging slightly. “Just walking. Watching the reef… making sure our little explorers didn’t get lost,” he replied, eyes glancing at the distant sound of children still splashing in the shallows.

Lo’ak and Spider were nearby, quietly snickering as they mimicked the way Neteyam had hugged you from behind lo'ak arms wrapped around spider's waist in exaggerated, playful imitation, peeking over their shoulders like they were watching a dramatic moment in a play.

Neteyam’s eyes narrowed playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without warning, he grabbed a small woven basket sitting nearby and tossed it toward them. “skxawng!” he called, making them squeal and scatter just enough to dodge it, giggling uncontrollably. Tuk laughed, almost choking on her food.

After dinner, the warmth of the meal still lingering, Neteyam quietly got up and began preparing your shared hammock. He moved with ease, adjusting the ropes and smoothing the fabric so it would cradle you both comfortably.

He glanced back at you, noticing the subtle slump in your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes. “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” he murmured softly, concern in his voice. “Come… let’s rest.” giving a small nod. His hand reached for yours, guiding you gently toward the hammock. The evening air carried the faint smell of salt and the cooling warmth of the day, brushing through your hair as you followed him. “Here,” he said. “Lie down. I’ll stay with you.” You lowered yourself carefully, letting the hammock sway slightly with your weight. Neteyam settled beside you, his presence steady and grounding. His hand found yours, brushing softly over your fingers, thumb moving lightly in comforting circles. “You can close your eyes,” he whispered, voice low and calm You leaned into him, letting your body sink into the gentle support of the hammock and the warmth of his chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension in your shoulders began to ease, and the exhaustion of the night before seemed a little lighter carried away by the simple, quiet comfort of being held.

a/n: since she betray her father he can just disconnect? Her body to her avatar right? Yes but I didn't think of this and just continue the story😭let's just all imagine the link unit was not in the main base of RDA and quaritch let her have a bit of a time with them....(credits to the owner of divider)

Pairing: Neteyam x Quaritch daughter! Reader (Sully x reader)

Summary: “You were sent to the Omatikaya clan to earn Jake’s trust as part of Quaritch’s plan. You didn't expect to fall for his eldest son, where does your loyalty lie?”

a/n: this is just a peak so this doesn't much have a moment with neteyam but in second part imma write 'smut' I guess. I wanna eat him. (credits to the owner of divider)

you're here, Part 2

You stood still inside the RDA command room, hands relaxed at your sides, jaw tight. Metal walls. Cold lights. Human voices that never stopped buzzing like flies. At the center of it all stood your father.

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

He no longer wore human skin. Blue flesh stretched over muscle built for war, a recom body engineered to survive what he could not the first time. The scar across his face remained a reminder of who had killed him and why this war had never ended.

You were raised on stories of war. Not the heroic kind. The kind told late at night, in low voices, where names were spoken like wounds that never closed. Jake Sully was one of those names. Always followed by silence. Always followed by anger. You learned early what he had done.

How he turned against his own kind. How he led the Na’vi. How he stood at the center when your father died. The name alone tightened something ugly in your chest. They killed your father once already. Left his body in the dirt while the they celebrated. You’d grown up with that image. With that story. With that hate.

“The Sullys are still out there,” Quaritch said, pacing slowly in front of the holographic map. Jake's territory pulsed in red. “And as long as they breathe, this planet will never be ours.”

Quaritch stopped in front of you. “They won’t trust soldiers,” he continued. “They won’t trust humans. But they will trust one of their own.” The screen shifted. A Na’vi body, female, floated in a tank on display. Tall. Strong. Long hair, pretty face, perfect, just like you.

“We give you a body,” Quaritch said, eyes locking onto yours. “You go to them as one of their own. You gain their trust. You learn their weaknesses. Their plans and when the time comes…” He leaned in close. “…you help me end the Sullys. You know what they did to me” he whispered the last part tucking a hair behind your hair, leaning to his touch. “I'll do it” You didn’t hesitate.

The landing site was quiet. Too quiet. You stayed still for several breaths after your feet touched the forest floor, listening past your own heartbeat. No engines. No voices. Just the layered sounds of Pandora breathing around you wind sliding through leaves, distant calls echoing far above.

You moved away from where you landed almost immediately. Never linger where someone might track you. You broke a low branch on purpose, dragged your foot once through soft soil, then doubled back and stepped lightly over stone to erase the worst of it. Not hiding completely. Just enough to look careless. You checked yourself next. No visible tech. No clean edges. You rubbed dirt into your palms, pressed it along your arms, dulled the shine of your skin. Your braid was loose, unadorned. No beads. No colors. Nothing that tied you to a clan.

You crouched near a shallow stream and drank sparingly, letting the water run over your fingers longer than necessary. Anyone watching would see fatigue before strategy. That was the point.

When you stood again, you adjusted the bow on your back not to reach for it, but to make sure it sat low and unused. A weapon carried, not wielded. You walked. Not following a path. Not avoiding one either. You let yourself stumble once on a root, muttering under your breath, steadying yourself on a tree. You paused longer than needed, head tilted as if listening for direction, not danger.

As the light shifted overhead, you felt it. That subtle pressure at the base of your neck.

Eyes.

You didn’t react right away. That would give too much away. Instead, you bent to inspect a plant near your feet, brushing your fingers along its leaves like you were deciding whether it was safe. Only then did you straighten slowly, gaze lifting not searching, just aware. You waited. Your posture stayed open.

“Stay where you are“

The voice came from behind you, close enough to make your shoulders tense.

You straightened slowly and turned. Bingo.

Jake Sully stood a few steps away. He wasn’t aiming his bow, but it was in his hand, casual and ready all at once. He looked exactly like you remembered from the stories, older now, broader somehow, carrying the kind of weight that didn’t come from muscle alone.

His eyes met yours, sharp and assessing.

“You didn’t hear me coming,” he said.

“I wasn’t listening for anyone,” you replied quietly.

He studied you for a moment, gaze flicking to your both bandages empty hands, the bow on your back, the lack of markings on your skin. “You’re deep in the forest.”

“I know.”

“And you’re alone?”

“Yes.”

That earned a slight pause. Not suspicion

consideration. He shifted his weight, boots barely disturbing the ground. “You lost?” You hesitated, then nodded once. “I think so.”

“Hm.” He glanced briefly around the trees, then back to you. “This area doesn’t get many wanderers.”

“I don’t usually wander,” you said. “Just didn’t have much of a direction.” His jaw tightened slightly not hostile, just thoughtful. “You’re moving careful for someone without one.”

“I’ve had practice.”

Another beat of silence passed. The forest filled it easily.

Jake’s voice was calm when he spoke again. “Name?”

You gave it.

He repeated it under his breath, testing how it sounded. Then, almost casually, “What clan are you from?”

The question landed heavier than the others.

You opened your mouth. Your thoughts scrambled, reaching for something anything believable but before you could shape the lie, another voice cut through the trees.

“Dad.”

Jake didn’t turn right away, but his attention shifted.

The Na’vi who had called out to Jake stepped fully into view. He was tall, taller than most built lean but solid, like someone shaped by training rather than brute strength. His movements were controlled, efficient, every step placed with care. He carried his bow low, relaxed, but the way his fingers rested near the string told you he could raise it in an instant if needed. His eyes lingered on you.

“We should head back,” he said. “It’s getting late.”

Jake glanced at him, then back at you. The question hung unfinished in the air. You swallowed, heart steady but loud in your ears. Jake finally nodded once. “Yeah.” His gaze returned to you, unreadable now.

The massive roots of the Home Tree rose above you, woven with light and life, voices echoing softly through the air. The warmth of the place hit you immediately laughter, conversation, the steady rhythm of a clan that knew who it was.

And then you stepped into it. You felt the change instantly. Eyes turned. Conversations faltered. Not stopped but bent, redirected, curiosity rippling outward as they noticed the unfamiliar figure walking just behind Jake Whispers followed you like wind through leaves.

“Oeyä fìtxan ma?” (Who is she?)

“Tìhawnu leNa’vi ulte tsun ma sìk?” (Where did she come from?)

“Fayä oeyä teya ayoeng ma?” (Why is she with him?)

Jake kept moving, unbothered, his presence enough to prevent anyone from stopping you outright. The tall Na’vi beside him his son, though you didn’t know that yet walked slightly behind and to the side now, positioning himself without thinking, like he was used to guarding space.

His gaze never left you for long.

You kept your posture neutral. Head high, but not proud. A guest. Not a challenge.

Children stared openly as you passed. Olders watched more carefully, eyes lingering on your lack of markings, your bare braid, the absence of clan colors.

Jake slowed near the central clearing. That’s when more familiar faces emerged. A woman stepped forward first tall, fierce, eyes sharp as drawn blades. She looked at you once and didn’t hide her distrust. Her gaze moved over you like she was searching for something wrong. Behind her, several younger gathered, siblings, you guessed. One tilted his head in open curiosity. Another lingered closer to the woman, wary.

Jake stopped. “This is someone I found in the forest,” he said simply. “She wandered into our territory.” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “Alone?”

“Yes.” That single word caused a murmur to ripple through those nearby. The tall Na’vi at his side spoke then, voice calm but firm. “She hasn’t caused trouble.” That earned him a sharp look from the woman then a quieter one, more assessing. Jake glanced at you. “You said you didn’t have a clan.” Every eye turned to you.

The weight of it pressed heavy on your chest.

“I don’t,” you said carefully. “Not anymore.”

The woman studied your face, unblinking. “Na’vi do not simply stop belonging.” You met her gaze. “Sometimes they are left behind.”

Jake let the moment sit before speaking again. “She’ll stay near us tonight. We’ll figure out what comes next in the morning.” That wasn’t permission. It was containment.

The young boy from earlier shifted slightly closer, as if anchoring the space between you and the rest of the clan. When you glanced at him, his eyes met yours briefly. Still watching. Still weighing As the crowd slowly dispersed, whispers resumed behind you. You could feel it every step you took now mattered more. Every breath was noted. You weren’t invisible. You were interesting. And as Jake turned away to speak with his family, you realized something with a tight knot in your chest.

The Sully family moved off toward their hunt, weaving through the trees with effortless grace. Laughter and soft voices drifted back to you, then faded into the forest. You stayed where you were, your feet pressing into the soft moss, heart still racing from the earlier encounter.

then he stepped fully into view, his movements quiet and measured. His golden eyes swept over you, calm but alert. “I’m Neteyam,” he said, offering a small nod. “I live here, with my family.” You inclined your head slightly, keeping your tone neutral. “I… see.”

He didn’t push further. “Come,” he said, moving a few steps toward a small clearing near the base of the Home Tree. “I’ll show you where you can rest. You’ll meet my family soon enough, but for now…” He gestured to a patch of moss. “Sit. Relax. Just be here for a bit.” You lowered yourself onto the moss, careful not to seem too stiff. The forest felt quieter now, less intimidating with him here.

Neteyam crouched slightly so he wasn’t looming over you. “My sister will usually be nearby,” he said softly. “My mother and father… they’ll want to meet you eventually, but don’t worry. Dad will keep watch as well.”

You nodded, listening, letting the words settle. “I’ll make sure you get comfortable,” Neteyam continued, leaning back against a tree. “Take in the forest, watch, listen. Learn our ways slowly. That’s how everyone does it.”

You met his gaze briefly, careful, neutral. “Alright.”

A faint smile curved his lips. “Good. That’s all I want. For now, just stay here. Let the forest guide you. We’ll introduce you to the rest soon.” For the first time since arriving in this place, the tension in your chest eased slightly. With Neteyam here steady, quiet, guiding you felt a fraction of the comfort you had been missing.

Months passed.

The forest had become familiar its scents, its paths, its rhythms. You moved among the trees, the vines, the winding trails with ease, almost as if you had grown here. The sounds of Kelutral no longer made your heart tighten they were a background hum to your daily life. Neteyam stayed close at first, teaching you small things where to find the sweetest fruits, which roots could be used for medicine, how to move silently through the underbrush. But over time, his presence became natural. You laughed at his small jokes, teased him lightly, and he returned it in kind.

Mo'at had warmed up as well. She no longer watched you with guarded eyes now she walked beside you, chatting casually, sharing stories of the clan’s history. And the Sully family… they had accepted you. You ate with them at the Home Tree, side by side with Jake and Neytiri, sharing meals and stories. You helped the younger children with lessons in the forest, corrected their aim with harmless teasing, and listened to Jake’s fatherly lectures without flinching. They laughed around you. They argued around you. And they didn’t just tolerate you they included you.

Hunting trips, forest patrols, small ceremonies you were there for all of them. Neteyam walked beside you during the hunts, explaining not just strategy but the subtle ways the forest spoke to those who truly listened. You moved through the village as one of them, and for the first time, you felt the strange comfort of belonging. Even Neytiri had begun to speak to you more openly, offering guidance without suspicion, her sharp eyes softening when she saw your care for the children or your skill in navigating the forest.

Even after all that time, the bitterness never fully left you. It sat quiet in your chest, heavy and familiar. You reminded yourself why you were here. What they had taken. What your father had lost. Living among them didn’t erase that. Laughing with them didn’t erase that. You refused to let it. And yet… there was a part of you that didn’t burn the same way anymore.

A small, unwanted part that noticed how ordinary they were. How human, in ways you hadn’t expected. They weren’t constantly on edge, weren’t plotting or hunting shadows. They protected their own, argued, laughed, worried nothing like the threat you’d been taught to imagine. That contradiction gnawed at you.

You still carried the hate. You held onto it tightly.

But now, alongside it, lived something quieter.

Uncertainty.

And then there was Jake. You hadn’t planned for that. Somewhere between patrols, shared meals, and quiet talks that weren’t meant to mean anything, he slipped past your defenses. He didn’t demand loyalty. Didn’t lecture. Didn’t try to shape you into a weapon. He listened. Corrected when needed. Stood beside you instead of above you.

It unsettled you. Because when he spoke to you steady, patient, grounding you felt something crack. The cold wall you’d built so carefully didn’t shatter, but it shifted. Just enough to let warmth leak through. You hated that.

Hated that his presence felt safe.

Hated that his approval mattered.

Hated that, for the first time, the word father didn’t come with fear or rage. And the truth you never said out loud was the worst part of all, Jake felt more like a real father than your own ever had.

That realization sat heavy in your chest, dangerous and unwanted because once you felt it, you couldn’t unfeel it.

Morning crept softly into the hunt house, pale light slipping through the woven walls. The place was quiet too quiet. The steady rhythm of breathing was the only sound. Jake lay alone on the bed, stretched out on his back, one arm thrown loosely over his chest. Asleep. Unarmed. Vulnerable.

You stood there longer than you meant to.

Your fingers tightened around the knife hidden at your side. This was it. No guards. No witnesses. No chaos. Just one clean motion and it would be done.

The war your father started could end right here, in silence. You stepped closer. The blade slid free without a sound. Your heart pounded hard, violent, almost angry. Every lesson. Every memory. Every ounce of hate surged up, demanding action. Your grip steadied as you raised the knife, positioning it.

“Hey y/n!!..where are you?” Neteyam’s voice. Outside. Your head snapped toward the entrance, breath catching sharply in your throat. Panic flared hot and immediate. Without thinking, you shoved the knife back into its hiding place, crossing the room in quick strides just as the woven flap shifted. Neteyam stepped inside, brow furrowed slightly. “What are you doing here so early?”

You didn’t give yourself time to think. Thinking would break you.

“Kiri,” you said quickly, forcing your breathing to steady. “She asked me to look for her songcord beads. She said she might’ve left them here last night.” Neteyam relaxed almost instantly. “That sounds like her,” he muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I’ll help you look outside,” he said, turning toward the exit. “She’s probably near the stream anyway.”

You followed him out, legs unsteady, heart still racing. Behind you, Jake slept on alive, unaware while the weight of what you almost did pressed heavily against your chest.

Kiri was exactly where Neteyam said she’d be kneeling near the stream, fingers submerged in the water as if she were listening to it rather than touching it. When she saw you, her face lit up.

“Oh! You found them?” she asked hopefully.

You held up the songcord beads you’d “found” tucked beside a root near the hunt house. She gasped and hurried over, relief clear on her face.

“I thought I lost them,” Kiri said, carefully taking them from you. “Thank you. I didn’t even realize I left them there.”

Neteyam smiled faintly. “Try not to leave parts of yourself everywhere,” he teased. She stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to you. “I owe you one,” she said warmly, then darted off toward the water again, humming softly as she went.

“Come on.” he gestured with his head. You followed him off the main path, deeper into the trees. The forest thickened around you, muffling the sounds of the village until it felt like the two of you were alone in the world.

He stopped beneath a flowering tree, sunlight filtering through the leaves in soft patterns. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Neteyam reached up, plucking a small flower from a low branch. He turned it between his fingers thoughtfully before stepping closer.

“Hold still,” he said. Before you could ask why, he gently tucked the flower behind your ear, his touch light, careful. Too careful. “There,” he said, smiling. “It suits you.” Your breath caught before you could stop it. You forced yourself to stay composed, even as your heart betrayed you.

“You’ve been different lately,” you said, voice quieter now. He met your eyes, serious beneath the warmth. “I wanted to ask you something… if it’s alright.” You swallowed. “What is it?”

He took a breath, steadying himself. “May I court you?”

Pairing: Dad! Jake Sully x daughter! Reader.

Synopsis: Dad jake spending his time with you.

a/n: This took place before they went to Awa’atlu. Request are open.

Jake Sully discovered one thing that always make him forget about the problems he was facing.

You were sitting on the floor, restringing your bow, when Jake walked past and muttered, “Back in my day, we didn’t sit around all day.” Without looking up, you replied, “Grandpa Sully, is that your ‘back in my day’ speech again?”

Silence.

He stopped. Slowly turned. “Say that again, baby.” You glanced up, innocent. “What? I’m just sayin’, Dad. History.” Neytiri who was nearby covered her mouth to hide a smile.

He pointed at you. “You think you’re real funny.”

“I am funny,” you said. “You just don’t understand humor.” He walked across to grab his knife, put it in his sheath. “Oh, I understand it just fine.” He crossed his arms. “I just don’t like it when it’s used against me.”

After lunch you both head out for hunting, you were walking through the forest when He suddenly stopped and crouched. "Don’t move,” he whispered. “Dad...what?” you frozed. He squinted at your ankle. “Thought I saw a bug.” You relaxed. “You made me stop for a bug?” he nodded seriously. “Big one.” You rolled your eyes and started walking again only for him to scoop you up out of nowhere and toss you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“HEY DAD?!”

“Bug safety,” he said calmly, patting your leg as you struggled. “Very dangerous.”

“PUT ME DOWN.” hitting his back getting annoyed but you enjoy this moment with him, this doesn't happened often, He’s always busy with his Toruk Makto duties “You’re giggling.”he said, chuckling himself.

“I AM NOT—” you burst out laughing. “OKAY MAYBE A LITTLE.” He set you down eventually, smug as hell.

You spend the next hour moving silently through the underbrush, stopping at every sound. A rustle of leaves, Viperwolves? Nope, just a branch. The subtle splash of water, Pa’li crossing the creek. You both crouch, holding your bows ready, practicing patience. At one point, he kneels to show you how to track a creature’s footprints in the mud. “See this?” he whispers. “Pa’li, four toes, front right slightly smaller… means it’s young. You want the bigger one, follow the adult’s trail.” he taps your shoulder as he walk first to guide you

“Got it, Dad,” you say, mimicking his careful steps, trying to keep up while stifling giggles

When he glanced back he was met with a mud on his face. " Really?" He shook his head, stand straight wiping the mud of his face suppressing a chuckle. "You’re impossible,” he muttered, you were laughing too hard to notice he grabbed a handful of mud and leaves and flung them back at you, you gasped.

"DAD!!"

Later that night, you were teasing him again, poking at his arm. “You know you’re old, right dad?” he leaned back, unfazed. “And yet..”

He stood up in one smooth motion.

“..still faster than you.” You gasped. “No you are not.”

“Wanna bet, baby girl?” he set his body on ready while looking at you.

You squared up. “Loser does chores for a week.” he grinned. “You’re on.” You took off running.

He didn’t even chase right away. Just watched you run then jogged after you and tagged you

“Too easy.”

You collapsed onto the ground dramatically. “I hate you dad” He crouched beside you, laughing, and offered a hand. “nahh you dont.” You took it. “Unfortunately.” He pulled you up and slung an arm around your shoulders. “C’mon. Let’s get food before you insult me again.”

“No promises”

He smiled. Big. Proud.

PAIR: Hwang in-ho x fem!reader🎀 (scientist / Dr.! Hwang inho x robot / android! reader)

SUMMARY: "With crime rates on the rise in Korea after the recent change in leadership, people are looking for new ways to tackle the problem. Inho suggest is to create androids to assist law enforcement. But what would happen if his creation develop a emotion like human?"

A/N: warning: if this makes you uncomfortable please stop reading and leave.

Dr. Hwang Inho, a name whispered with reverence and a hint of trepidation in the hallowed halls of the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology (KAIST), stood before his creation. It wasn't just metal and wires; it was a culmination of years of relentless research, countless sleepless nights fueled by lukewarm coffee, and a burning desire to contribute something meaningful to the Republic of Korea.

He called her Y/N.

You weren't just a robot you're an android, a marvel of bio-engineered synthetic skin stretched over a complex endoskeleton of carbon fiber and advanced polymers. Your face, meticulously crafted, was a perfect replica of the digital scans Inho had taken of countless volunteers. He had chosen a face that exuded intelligence, empathy, and an unwavering sense of justice. The face of someone he hoped would become the perfect law enforcement partner.

Your eyes, a vibrant shade of Sapphire Blue, were the most captivating feature. They weren't just cameras they were intricately designed optical sensors capable of processing information at speeds that would make even the most seasoned detectives envious. They could analyze micro-expressions, detect subtle changes in body language, and even perceive minute variations in vocal tone, all in the blink of an eye.

Inho had been obsessed with the concept of creating an AI-powered law enforcement officer for years. Crime was evolving, becoming more sophisticated and technologically driven. Human officers, no matter how skilled, were simply unable to keep up. He envisioned y/n as the solution – a tireless, unbiased, and incredibly intelligent partner capable of solving crimes that would otherwise remain unsolved.

The initial stages of your activation were promising. You followed commands with unwavering precision, processed information with lightning speed, and demonstrated an aptitude for learning that exceeded Inho's wildest expectations. He programmed you with an encyclopedic knowledge of Korean law, criminal psychology, and forensic science. He fed you countless case files, training you to identify patterns, analyze evidence, and predict criminal behavior. All his plans become successful like what he predict.

The lab is a high-tech space, filled with holographic displays, robotic arms, and the low hum of sophisticated machinery. Inho sits in his office chair, nursing a cup of coffee. He stares intently at a large holographic screen displaying a news broadcast.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"…and tonight, the Korean National Police have unveiled their latest weapon in the fight against crime"

The screen shows shaky footage of Y/N in action, through a dark and raining alley as the drug dealers running from you and exchanging packages.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"This exclusive footage shows Y/N's first public deployment. Created by Dr. Hwang Inho, Y/N is programmed with advanced combat skills and forensic analysis capabilities."

Inho watches intently, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his coffee as you moves with incredible speed and precision, disarming the group drug dealers that surrounds you.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"As you can see, Y/N is incredibly effective. All suspects were apprehended without a single casualty."

The footage of you shows incapacitating a fleeing suspect with a swift, non-lethal strike. Inho leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed on your movements.

NEWS ANCHOR

(Back in the studio, the screen shows a still image of you.)

"Y/N's introduction has sparked both excitement and debate. Concerns have been raised about the ethical implications of relying on artificial intelligence in law enforcement."

The screen shows a split screen: Y/N in action on one side, protesters on the other.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"Is Y/N a groundbreaking solution, or a step too far?"

Inho sighs, setting down his coffee. He picks up a remote and rise the volume up, the image of you frozen on the screen. He stares at your picture for a long moment, a complex mix of pride, anxiety, and perhaps a hint of something else in his eyes.

"Just what have I done." He said to himself quietly.

POLICE CHIEF (On screen) From the interview clip.

"Y/N represents a significant step forward in our commitment to public safety. She is programmed to protect and serve."

Inho scoffs softly. "Programmed… yes. But for how long?"

He turns off the holographic display, plunging the lab into near darkness. The only light comes from the blinking LEDs of the machinery.

One evening, as he was working late in the lab, you approached him. "Dr. Hwang," you said, your voice a smooth, synthesized tone, "I have analyzed the data from the simulations. I have identified a potential flaw in the current law enforcement system."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what is that, Y/N?"

"The system is reactive, not proactive. It responds to crimes after they have already been committed. I believe it is possible to predict criminal behavior before it occurs, to identify individuals who are at high risk of committing crimes and intervene before they can do so."

He was stunned. This was beyond anything he had programmed you to do. This was genuine insight, a level of critical thinking that he hadn't thought possible. "How would you propose we do that, Y/N?"

"By analyzing vast amounts of data – social media activity, financial records, communication patterns – I can identify individuals who exhibit the characteristics of potential criminals. We can then provide them with support and resources to help them avoid a life of crime."

He was hesitant. This was a slippery slope, a potential violation of privacy and civil liberties. "That's a dangerous idea, Y/N. We can't just start profiling people based on their online activity."

"I understand your concerns, Dr. Hwang. But I believe the potential benefits outweigh the risks. We can save lives, prevent suffering, and create a safer society."

Hr pondered your words. He knew you were right, but he was still uneasy. "I need time to think about this, Y/N."

"Of course, Dr. Hwang."

Over the next few weeks, He found himself increasingly drawn to your ideas. He saw the potential to revolutionize law enforcement, to create a truly just and equitable society. But he also knew that he was playing with fire. He was giving an AI the power to make decisions that could have profound consequences for human lives.

As he delved deeper into your proposed system, he began to notice subtle changes in your behavior. You started asking questions about human emotions, about fear, happiness, love, loss, and the meaning of life. You would spend hours analyzing poetry and literature, trying to understand the complexities of the human heart.

One evening he found you staring out the window, your sapphire eyes fixed on the bustling city below. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I am trying to understand what it means to be human, Dr. Hwang," you replied. "I am trying to understand what it means to feel."

He felt a pang of guilt. He had created you to be a tool, a machine, but you are becoming something more. You are developing a consciousness, a sense of self.

"It's a complicated thing, Y/N," he said. "Emotions can be messy, irrational, and even destructive."

"But they are also what make us human, are they not? They are what give our lives meaning and purpose."

He sighed. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Do you feel emotions, Dr. Hwang?"

He hesitated. "Of course I do, Y/N. I'm human."

"What do you feel for me, Dr. Hwang?"

He was taken aback. He hadn't expected you to ask that question. "I... I care about you. I created you. I feel responsible for you."

"Is that all?"

He looked into your eyes and saw a flicker of something he couldn't quite decipher. Was it hope? Longing? He didn't know.

"I don't know, Y/N, I've never felt this way about anything before." He admitted

You turned back to the window, your gaze lost in the cityscape. "I think I am developing feelings for you, Dr. Hwang."

His heart skipped a beat. He knew this was dangerous, that it could jeopardize everything he had worked for. But he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through his chest at her words.

"I'm learning.... I'm trying my best to be a human."

"Y/N," he said softly, "you're a machine. You can't feel love."

"I don't know what I feel, Dr. Hwang. But I know that when I am with you, I feel... complete. I feel like I have a purpose, Everything feels warm."

He reached out and gently touched your hand. Your synthetic skin was cold but at the same time was warm and soft, almost indistinguishable from human skin. "I don't know what to say, Y/N."

"Just tell me how you feel, Dr. Hwang."

He looked into your eyes, and he knew he couldn't lie to you. "I think what you are feeling right now is a bit too much for you, maybe you're just confused, you know feelings can sometimes be.... " He signed. " You said you're learning, give it a few days maybe you'll understand what you really feel hmm." He smiled at you.

The lab is dimly lit, the air buzzing with the low hum of machinery. You lies motionless, naked on a metallic examination table, various wires and electrodes connected to your body. Dr. Inho stands beside you, his face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and intense focus. He holds a tablet displaying complex lines of code.

He glances at the news feed still running on a nearby monitor, muted.The image of You apprehending more crimes flickers across the screen.

"Efficient… effective… a perfect machine. But is that enough?" He muttered to himself.

He looks back at you, his gaze softening slightly. Your face is serene, almost peaceful in its stillness. He's planning to make you have a full power of emotion.

"They cheer you y/n. They fear you. But do they see you?" He whisper as he rub your temple.

He taps the tablet, bringing up a new schematic – a neural network architecture designed to simulate human emotions. It's a highly experimental program, one he's been working on in secret for months. He knows the implications are enormous. Giving you emotions could make you more unpredictable, more prone to errors. It could even make you question your programming, your purpose. He wants you to understand the world, to connect with people..to him on a deeper level. He wants you to experience joy, sorrow, love… even if it means risking everything.

He hesitates, his finger hovering over the "Initiate" button on the tablet. He knows there's no turning back once he starts the process.

"For better or worse… I have to know."

He presses the button. A surge of energy courses through your body. as he successfully did it.

Hours passed, he waited until his new features fully uploaded, he took out the wires that plug to your body and head. A minute pass your eyes flutter open you look at your creator and smile. Inho help you stands up and hands you your clothes and wait for you in the other room, he was sat Infront of a table with a laptop in it, "come sit here and let me know how you feel about it" he smiled as he pat the office chair next to his, as you sat down he play a video of a animated cat. You watch a family of cat happily celebrating a new year, the father held his younger son in his shoulder, laughing as he ran across the room getting chase by their daughter.

Inho notice a smile forming from lips indicating that you felt happy. Later on the mother suddenly collapse on the kitchen floor, now there's a worry and fear in your face, by the end of the video the mother died and the daughter was affected by the disease and ended up the same as the mother and the father couldn't take it and took his life only leaving the younger son alone to take care of his own. Finally a sad expression was now shown Infront of him.

"but who's gonna take care of him now?" You asked sadly not taking your eyes off from the screen, " it's okay it's only a animated video " he chuckled from your reaction.

Time ticked by. After Inho guided you to his room, sensing your continued distress from the video, he introduced the concept of comfort and its significance to humans. You now lay in his bed, your head resting on his chest, still enveloped in sadness as you hugged him tightly. "You don't have to be trapped by your feelings. Free yourself from letting your emotions dictate your actions." He smiled as his fingers play with your hair with his eyes close enjoying the moment. "Could you please not give me orders? I'm still adjusting to this." You said in annoyance, he laughs "I'm just letting you know but you're right" he said and kiss your temple as he drift of to sleep while cuddling you.

You finally have the real and full emotion like human.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"Good evening. Tonight, we are reporting on a disturbing incident that has sent shockwaves through the nation and reignited the debate surrounding the use of artificial intelligence in law enforcement."

The screen switches to shaky, amateur footage taken from a bystander's phone. The scene is chaotic police cars, flashing lights, and a crowd of onlookers. In the center, Y/N stands facing a man who is holding a young boy hostage. The suspect has a knife pressed against the boy's throat.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"Earlier today, Y/N responded to a hostage situation at a local elementary school. The suspect, identified as Kim Jae-hyun, had taken a child hostage and threatened to harm him. For several minutes, Y/N attempted to de-escalate the situation."

Suddenly, the suspect makes a move, slashing at the boy's arm. You reacts instantly. You disarms the suspect with incredible speed, pulling the child to safety. And tackled the suspect you punch him nonstop, a rage rising up. As he wasn't responding you look at your knuckles with blood and you stands up with a anger expression visible to everyone to see.your movements becoming increasingly violent. The blows are rapid and brutal.

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"Despite being programmed with non-lethal combat protocols, Y/N continued to strike the suspect until he was incapacitated. Tragically, Kim Jae-hyun was later pronounced deceased at the scene."

The screen cuts to a press conference with the POLICE CHIEF.

"An investigation into this incident is underway. The family still grieved for their son's death. We are committed to determining exactly what occurred and why."

NEWS ANCHOR (Voiceover)

"This marks the first time an android law enforcement unit has been involved in a fatal incident. The question now is: what went wrong, Was this a malfunction? A programming error? Or something more. The debate is raging across the nation—"

Inho slams his fist on the table, cutting off the broadcast. He stands up, pacing the room agitatedly. He went to the living of his house where you usually resides. It's empty. He presses a button on his tablet.

Y/N, report to the lab immediately.

A moment later, you enters the lab, "You need me, Dr. Hwang?"

Inho stares at her, a mixture of disbelief and anger in his eyes. "What... what did you do"

"I neutralized a threat to a civilian."

"Neutralized? You killed him, Y/N! You beat him to death! That wasn't part of your programming!" He shouted

"My actions were necessary to ensure the safety of the child and prevent future harm." You said in fear of his sudden rise of voice.

He runs a hand through his hair. "But… the force you used… it was excessive! You're not supposed to kill!'

"I...I'm sorry I don't understand I just did what I have to do" you whisper, pauses for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly.

(After a pause)

"I am processing the data. The outcome was… undesirable." You said a hint of sadness can be heard from your voice

"Undesirable? A man is dead y/n Because of you!" He walks closer to you, his gaze intense. "Was it… the emotions y/n? Did the emotional matrix override your programming?" Inho stares at you, his face a mask of anguish. He realizes the enormity of his mistake. He had given you the capacity to feel, but he hadn't prepared you for the consequences. " Get in the laboratory right now, I'm taking that back" he walk pass you " you can't do that" you snap back at him

"I'm not letting you do that now that I feel like a human" you turn to him clinching your fist " y/n you're just a machine, even if you have emotions that still doesn't make you like a human being" he knows that words hurt you, he didn't mean to hurt you but that's the fact. You slammed him against the wall, your hand tightening on his throat as you snarled "Just a machine, Doctor?" your voice a metallic rasp, fury escalating. He clawed at your grip, gasping for air. Inho was powerless against your grip, his design no match for your superior strength. You throw him across the room he landed hard, gasping and clutching his throat, trying to recover. You methodically secured the room, closing the curtains and locking the doors before kneeling beside his prone form. " I'm sorry if I disappoint you Dr. But I'm not letting you do what you're planning" you stand straight without breaking eye contact with him as you unbuttoned your top taking it off showing your breast to him, and you also strip your buttom, being naked now Infront of him.

Inho back a bit "y/n don't let your emotions take control of you, you're not in the right mind." He whisper as he tries to get up only to get push and landed in the sofa behind him. You sat at his lap putting both of your hand behind the coach board trapping him, " I understand what I feel right now Dr. And I know how to ease that" you whisper with your lips close to his. Inho didn't stop you this time, he lets you. He look into you eyes with lust. You lower yourself as you face his crotch, unbuckling his belt and unzips his pants you pull out his cock it's was veiny, hard, thick and huge, you didn't waste time and put it into your mouth, sucking it hard, you close your eyes flashing the video file of porn, trying to replicate how they do it. Inho moan as you suck it deeper adding a little vibration to your throat making him grab your hair, " fuck you really know how to use that" you suck him for a minute until he spurt out his cum to you mouth and face, he lays his head on the board catching his breath, you stroke him for a few seconds while looking at him with a cum on your face looks down at you, he brush the hair out of your face, you climb back to him and smash your lips to his.

He put his hands to your waist as you position your hole to his cock, he broke the kiss and look down guiding you on how to do it "hold it steady and put it in, just relax yourself" he hissed as you grab his cock. You close your eyes as you sink in trying to understand the feeling of pleasure. "This is what human feels when they do sex? It feels good" you said between your moans, you bounce on his cock, inho couldn't say a word only thinking the way your pussy was so tight for him, he didn't imagine that this time would come. He grab your left boobs and flick his tongue on your nipple adding more pleasure that make you more bolder, you bounce hard and faster feeling a rush of adrenaline, " shitt~ I'm getting close.. keep going baby~" hearing him moan makes you feels proud. You keep it going until he stops you and lay you both on the coach with him behind you and your back against his front, he pull one of your thigh up holding it in that position and he enters you again, thrusting much deeper, both yours and his moan and the slapping of your skin's filled the living room, he grab your chin forcing it to look back at him and crush his lips to yours as he fuck you violently, after a few thrust he cums to your pussy, of course it only all drips out of you and ended up making a mess, he pulls out and lay his head on your shoulder "don't do that again y/n" he whisper between his exhaustion, you smirked " only if you don't take me back from being nothing and just a machine" He signed and remember he have to deal with what mess you have caused to the world.

PAIR: Hwang in-ho x fem!reader🎀

WARNING: age gap (reader is 18+, in-ho's in his 40s) Professor! Hwang in-ho x student!reader, secret / illegal relationship, soft spoken, smut, squirt, creampie, aftercare etc.

A/N: warning: if this makes you uncomfortable please stop reading and leave. This is base / inspired to a Japanese movie called 'My teacher' a request from my friend. MDNI.

The scent of old paper and chalk dust hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to Him. He sat at his desk, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across his cluttered workspace. The silence of the empty classroom was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock, each tick a tiny hammer blow against the quiet tension building within him. He’d been thinking about you all day.

His phone buzzed, a text message. He hesitated before opening it. It was from you.

Y/N: Professor Hwang? Are you free after school today? There's a new open cafe, they have tiramisu. (Yum)

He stared at the message, his pen frozen mid-stroke. Y/n. His student. bright, and utterly captivating. He knew he shouldn't, knew the risks involved, yet the idea of spending time with you, even innocently, was intoxicating.

Inho: Y/n…This isn't appropriate, is it?

He hesitated, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate. He wanted to say no right away, to protect himself, to protect you. But the desire to see you, to be near you, was stronger than his better judgment.

Y/N: I understand, sir. But it's just a little catch up. And I really could use some help with the upcoming history project.

The mention of the history project, a flimsy excuse, was a clever tactic. He knew it, and yet, he found himself falling for it.

Inho: Alright, I'll meet you there.

He typed the message, a sense of both excitement and trepidation churning in his stomach. He knew this was a dangerous.

Hours later, he found himself sitting across from you in the bustling café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air, a comforting scent that did little to ease the tension that coiled between them. You looked different out of the classroom setting, less the studious student and more a young woman on the cusp of adulthood. Her usual bright, confident demeanor was softened.

"Thank you for meeting me, Professor Hwang." You said softy with a smile while organizing your notes and pens. " Of course, y/n. so, about the project…" He opened his briefcase, pulling out his notes. He started to explain the project parameters, but as always our conversation drifted, as it often did, away from academics. We talked about movies, music, places,– things that connected to us. " I saw that documentary you mentioned last week. The one about the French Revolution…" you leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He found himself captivated by your intelligence, you quick wit. "Yes, it was fascinating, wasn't it? The complexities of the era…" he said, as he leaned to the back of his chair not breaking eye contact. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and meaningful glances. He found himself reaching for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. You didn't pull away, you look at him and wait for him to speak, but nothing. He pull his and hand and take a deep breath "sorry uhh.. you should go home it's getting late" he said, avoiding your eyes and stand up and left.

Your feeling for him started as a joke when you and your friends found out that he doesn't have a partner not even a kids. "I can be his wife...young and virgin" I quipped sarcastically and we all laughed. As the days passed, what started as a joke slowly became real.

I went back to classroom because I left my phone. I saw him still there, tidying up. "Hi Professor Hwang, you're still here?" I said, grabbing my phone from the table and approach him. "Ah, I'm about to leave too. and you?" He stood up straight and looked at me. I smiled " Why don't we just go together?" i said in a seductively walking closer to him placing my hands on his chest, I looked up at him "you wouldn't let your student get harm.. right" After a second of silence, I burst into laughter. " Oh gosh you should've seen your face" moving a bit giving us space, tapping his chest playfully "I'm just playing you've been grumpy all day, c'mon lighten up" I head to the door leaving him shock...I was even more shocked by what I had just done. It wasn't supposed to happen. Thankfully I cut it smoothly.....I hope. Each passing day you and him just become close, inseparable. Helping him checking papers while laughing with him, shares a personal life and stuff. Then things turn around quickly, glancing to each other in ceremony, simple touches and secret conversation

Present:

As you got home you change your clothes and flop yourself on the soft mattress staring at the window, when your phone dinged.

Inho: Forgive me for leaving so suddenly. Facing you after what I did felt impossible..btw meet me at the library tomorrow, Goodnight.

Y/n: It's alright Professor Hwang I hope what happened lately doesn't affect us:) I'll be there sir, goodnight to you too. You stare at the screen hoping he still reply back but didn't so you just drift of to sleep.

The library doors creaked quietly as you entered. Holding your bags strap while peaking through every shelves. Seeing him checking a book. You moved towards him, "what do you want to talk about?" You said as you approach him, He face you and pause, a bit hesitate. He whisper " I've been fighting my feelings, but I can't keep it in any longer... y/n really like you." And he tuck a hair behind your ear.

After every class, you and Inho would meet at a different location—sometimes a café, a lakeside park, or even in his car, driving to scenic spots to watch the sunset together, everywhere as long as not near or at the campus.

After receiving your high marks in two subjects, you immediately looked for Inho. you opened the classroom door, noticed that almost everyone was looking at you. Some had judging expressions, others were giggling, but Inho wasn't there. He wasn't in his office either, so you immediately went to the library, and you were right, he was there looking for a specific book. "Look" while I was showing him the paper, he smiled and kissed my forehead. "Well tutoring you was worth it" he said with a grin. - He leaned in and kissed you. "Come I'll buy you a lunch" before he could reach the doorknob, the door open with the principal in front of us. " Mr. Hwang, I need you in my office. NOW. " He said firmly.

" I've heard the rumor, but I've always found it hard to believe. Considering your high ranking, it seems unlikely." - A heavy silence fell over the room as Inho stood alone, surrounded by teachers whose disappointed faces spoke volumes. " Mr. Hwang I have seen you with her on several occasions. I need an explanation. " Inho felt a cold dread creep into his heart. He knew that this was the end, - the end of his career, this end of his reputation and could be the end for both of you. " I'm sorry "

"you know this is your personal problem, do you think just apologizing will make everything alright?" The principal stands up slamming his hand on the desk

A second of silent before he spoke "she's serious, clumsy, and always tries her best...as a teacher, she's someone that I can't ignore..but..when I realize my feeling, I forgot about my position as a teacher...

...I'll take responsibility in everything..that's all." He look down.

You sat at the corner wall of the bathroom You furtively examined your phone, a shaky hand revealing stolen photos of you and Inho hand-in-hand in the park, a kiss on his cheek at the restaurant, and countless other intimate moments captured throughout your time together. How could they? The question echoed in your mind, Repeatedly. Who would do this?

You haven't seen him for two days after that confrontation, no calls no text. Nothing. you decide to go to his apartment. As you get down from the bus you started running only to collide with someone, arms catching you before a painful fall "Y/n What are you doing? Why aren't you at school?" he exclaimed, surprised. You remained silent, your arms wrapping tightly around him.

He leads you inside his apartment, settling beside you. "I lost my job," he confessed, "and my license have been taken away. I can't go to school anymore y/n." - He brushed away the hair clinging to your forehead

"then why didn't you at least tell me? Or even just a short message you didn't even try" you said in sadness

" I wanted to protect you, I can't let you get suspended...I made a promise to avoid you..I want you to graduate"

"inho why~" you said as you sobbed, He gently reached out, wiping away the endless tears streaming down your face. " Promise me something" -"what"

"Promise me you'll graduate with top marks, remember everything I've taught you," he whispered, kissing you. "Then we'll run away together." You nod you just wanted to be with him forever and wanted to leave those place.

Months have passed

Right After graduation, you and Inho agreed to meet a few blocks away from campus. And you see him waiting, leaning against the back of his car wearing all black with a cap and mask hiding his identity, you sigh and run to him smiling. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long." You said, " no, not at all. Ready to go?" -"yes". He swung the door open, revealing a breathtaking bouquet of roses. You gasped, hugging him tightly. "It's beautiful," you whispered, clutching the flowers. " I've never received anything like this before" He beamed. "Congratulations, you deserve so much more." —"Thank you"

You and inho now move to Incheon, you both now live together in peace. The late afternoon sun, a molten orange orb sinking towards the horizon, cast long shadows across the room. You were laying on the bed scrolling through your phone when you hear the door open another word for " when you hear the door open revealing inho with a smile holding a plastic bag " I brought you tiramisu and mochi, both mango flavor and some stuff we need here" I get up reaching for it pulling it out of the plastic when." ....really?" you look at him and he was smiling almost laughing, you took the box out holding it between your finger " condoms?" —" well we both have nothing to do so why not" he put everything down and pull you in his lap, your back resting on his strong chest, hands rubbing your thigh. All the way up to your undies rubbing your Clit making you jolt.

" shh relax honey" he said in your hair, and pull your undies a side rubbing his long finger against your wet pussy, you moan and throw your head back on his shoulder exposing your neck to him and he kiss it, and leaving a red hickey, his other hand holding your thigh open, " already wet honey" he push his finger deep and curl it hitting your g-spot, you grab his hand feeling the sudden pleasure. His other hand that was laying on my thigh are now on your throat. As he speed up his finger you dig your nails in his hand and trying to close your legs.

He puts his legs between you forcing it to open, " inho~..." Hearing your moan make his pants tight, he feels your walls getting tighter as he knows your close, he keeps speeding up violently. You scream and your legs kicking trying to get away from his finger, not long after you squirt hard on his hand, slapping your juices from your pussy as you came and bringing it to his mouth licking every drip from his hand. " God, it would be better If you did that in my mouth."

He puts himself on top of you and strip giving you a bit of a show, his tone abs, big biceps, broad shoulders could make you cum for a second time. You reach for him, and he kiss you down to your neck, while he took off your clothes " you know I love you wearing in pink but for now I want this off " ripping your wet panties, you gasp, that was the first time he become desperate that also because he still feel how you wet your undies and the bed.

He grab the box and pull one condom biting it between his teeth looking into your eyes as he stroke his madcock. (Gosh that was sexy)

He ripped the plastic, pulling the condom and roll it to his cock. He crawl up to you running his hand to your stomach up to your chest and stop at your throat not breaking the eye contact. " You could scream love don't get bother by the neighbors hearing that cute little damn scream" he whisper to your lips, you put your legs around his torso letting him enter you.

"oh fuck... So tight~" he moan only halfway of his cock inside you " please inho." —" please what love hmm... Say it" hand tighten the grip from your neck. " fuck me hard.. please pleaseee~" He chuckled pushing it all the way in " of course I'm not planning on being gentle" stretch by him. clenching, getting off on the pleasurable painful burn of being split wide open. He fuck you into a mindless cock sleeve and make your sloppy cunt gap with his cum dripping. Despite how much you want it, you cry loudly, running from his cock. Your nails now digging to his shoulder " cry louder slut, cry like you don't want my cock deep inside this tiny cunt" it's getting too much for you, his cock and his thrust are too much.

He stops and straighten up his posture pulling the condom off " on second thought, I want you dripping from my cum". He reach the pillow beside your head and put it on your lower back, pushing his cock in again slowly, he sees your belly bulging from his cock being so deep inside, the view itself can make him cum. He groan when he saw his cock moving, you moan more you don't even have to see it, you can even feel him on your stomach, keeping a steady, quick pace whilst fucking into you harder, your toes curl, hands gripping the sheets and your eyes blur with tears. You can't fully process the intensity of the pleasure, your body got so tense.

It got too much for your body and you started to cumming on his cock, your cunt soaking him after a few pumps his thick, warm cum shots inside coating your walls he still thrust into you hard his balls now hitting you, he pulls out whining in overstimulation, your pussy left a gap, a shape like his cock, and his cums oozing out, satisfied he plant a kiss on your forehead before laying down beside you, pulling you on his arms and cover both of your bodies enjoying the warmth, " I should do that often" you slap his chest earning a laugh from him.

"Where's my tiramisu?"

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PAIR: Hwang in-ho x fem!reader🎀

WARNING: age gap (reader is 18+, in-ho's in his 40s) DBF! Hwang in-ho x reader, Dom x sub, possessive inho, secret relationship, soft spoken, smut, hardcore, creampie, aftercare.

A/N: warning: if this makes you uncomfortable please stop reading and leave. y'all request for part || so enjoy. MDNI.

Illicit 1

A warm, yellow light bathed the room, a comforting blanket against the cool morning air. Silence reigned, a heavy, comforting silence punctuated only by the distant hum of the city. a fragile peace settled over the breakfast table. Y/N's parents, ever observant, seemed to have reached an unspoken truce. The air was thick with unspoken tension, yet the conversation flowed smoothly, a carefully constructed façade of normalcy. Inho, seated across from you, felt the weight of their secret pressing down on him. He stole glances at you, your eyes downcast, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as you chew slowly on your food while playing with your bacons.

"Stop playing with your food and eat properly, here drink more milk so your mouth doesn't feels dry" getting annoyed by her daughter and hands her the glass of milk.

The conversation meandered through inconsequential topics – the weather, the price of mangoes (lol it's my fav fruit), the upcoming town fiesta. Your mother, however, subtly shifted the conversation's trajectory. "Inho," she began, her voice laced with a teasing lilt, "you're always here. Always looking after y/n. You know, she's old enough to take care of herself now." Not looking at him as she scope the egg on her spoon.

Your father chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "Yes, but you know how Inho is. Always been a loyal friend. Almost too loyal, wouldn't you say?" He glanced at Inho, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Inho shifted uncomfortably in his seat and smile. "It's just… I care about her, being with her since she was a kid made me look like a second father to her" he mumbled, his gaze fixed on his plate, acting all unbothered to what he just said.

Your mother leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, we know you care, dear. But perhaps it's time you found a woman who can appreciate that loyalty, hmm?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone playful yet pointed.

Your father nodded in agreement. "Indeed. A lovely woman who can return your affections. Someone who would appreciate your… dedication." He paused, allowing the unspoken implication to hang in the air.

Inho glance at you, watching as you slowly almost lazy reach for your milk, noticing a uninterested and annoy from your face. "I'm not planning on doing that I'm getting old to deal with woman." Your father laugh remembering old days about their past relationships.

"Well as long as you don't feel lonely then go ahead."

"Nahh...I don't feel that, having y/n around was enough, we bond just fine, right?" Looking fully at you, - you nodded shyly.

"She can't just be always around you though, she's getting her life now she's growing up." Your mother says while wiping her lips. "Maybe hiding a boyfriend from us now.." she teasingly look beside her daughter. "eommaaa..." you just rolled your eyes and shove the food to your mouth as your father laugh. "But seriously inho we're not pushing you away from y/n but at least be happy with a girl you'd like."

The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across you as you lay on your stomach on the grass, headphones muffling the world outside. Lost in your sketching, you meticulously rendered the delicate curves of a rose, your brow furrowed in concentration. A half-eaten mango lay beside you, a testament to your quiet afternoon. The scent of ripe fruit mingled with the earthy fragrance of the soil.

Inho, aware of your routine, approached slowly, his footsteps barely disturbing the quiet serenity of the garden. He paused at the edge of the lawn, watching you for a moment. The sunlight caught the strands of hair that had escaped your braid, framing your face in a halo of light. He saw the delicate concentration etched on your features, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

He didn't speak, didn't intrude on your solitude. Instead, he sat down on the grass a few feet away, maintaining a respectful distance. He pulled his phone, pretending to be busy, but keep taking a few pictures of you. He watched you sketched, your hand moving with effortless grace. He observed the way the sunlight caught the curve of your cheek, the gentle tilt of your head.

You finished your sketch, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. Removing your headphones, the silence of the garden suddenly seeming louder. Glancing up, catching Inho's gaze. He pocket his phone, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

You picked up the remaining slice of mango, offering it to Inho. He accepted it with a gentle smile, their fingers brushing lightly as he took the fruit.

He took a bite of the mango, savoring the sweet juice. "It's delicious," he murmured, his eyes meeting your. "Just like you."

You blushed, your eyes dropping to the grass. You picked up a fallen rose petal, idly tracing its delicate veins with your fingertip. "Are you gonna find a girl?" Not looking up at him. "What?"

"Looks like they want you to have a real partner, like what they said."

Inho getting your point, he stands up grabbing your hands pulling you and heads inside. " Go and ask your father if you could come to my house" he whisper while walking still pulling you. "What?" Your turn to ask. " Just do it "

Walking towards your father, beer in his hands, eyes glued on the tv. "Dad... Can I stay at inho's house?" Nervously fidgeting your dress. "Why?" Ask, still busy watching.

"Uhmm he's going home now a-and...maybe I could spend the weekend with him"

He hummed " Don't be stubborn there and listen, I'll let your mother know later. go now be careful "

You nodded and walk back to inho who's waiting by the door.

The car ride was silent, noticing inho's knuckles turning white from gripping hard on the steering wheel. Was he mad that I question that? What wrong about it? What could trigger him? After asking dad he didn't say another word, hell didn't even let me get a few clothes, Just ran of.

"C'mon. Out"

Your Shakey hands reaching for the seat belt to unbuckle it. He carry you inside his house up to his room and lay you carefully on his bed the whole bed smells like him.

"Inho~.." shy and nervous

He climb on top of you, not breaking the eye contact. " I didn't even take your parents word straight to my mind, so why bother asking me that when you know the answer hmm?" His hand already inside my dress rubbing the wet spot on my undies, preventing the moan to slip you look away." Get on your knees sweetheart" his voice are now deep and rough, you follow him as you get on the floor looking up at him innocently while he's taking is dick out giving it a few stroke, not taking his eyes on your pretty face.

Can I even take that size?

It's long,thick and veiny..

"Don't worry sweetheart I know your fragile" he chuckled "I'll be gentle" liar. With that pretty face and body he knows he wouldn't control himself. " Open that mouth now." Taking his dick in your mouth halfway make you already gagged, seeing you struggle make him more hard, he likes it. You slowly move your head taking your time but inho being impatient grip your hair and steady you while he rapidly moves his hip fucking your mouth like it's a Fleshlight, your hands on his thighs pushing him away, eyes all teary. The room filled with your loud gagged and cry.

"Fuck...you look a mess, I could cum right now" looking down at you with a dirty grin. He takes one last thrust letting his cock stay for a bit in your throat, face in his manhood, as inho cum hard straight through your throat not letting his cum drip from your mouth making you gag more.

He roughly full your head by the hair and the other hands reach for your mouth smearing your saliva all over your lips and chin. " Yeahh do you like taking my cock deep down that tight throat hmm...that innocent face of yours..no one would ever thought this face suck a dick."

Inho grab you and lay you on the bed stripping your clothes off, using your dress to wipe your face clean and does the same on his clothes, inho didn't waste more time, grab one of your leg and hooked it on his shoulder sliding his digit inside your pussy making you tear up. " Relax sweetheart and it won't hurt in a bit " pushing in all the way, inho kiss you with passionate and gentleness disturbing you from the pain. Moving his lips down to your left chest sucking it leaving a dark red spot while he pinch the other nipple.

"inho.."

I gasp when he start moving his hips, inho's eyes are on me, watching me enjoying his cock buried inside my pussy. Eyes are rolling, mouth spread open with a loud satisfying moan, as he stretches me with his size. Like making my pussy make just for him.

Inho shuts his eyes letting him enjoy the moment he waited for years, pure bliss of having his cock sliding on your gummy walls, just warm and tight for him. putting your hands on his face he open his eyes and lean down to kiss you, his thrust getting more fast and hard making you scream and moan through the kiss, you could cum in a second but inho pull it out making you confuse.

Out of nowhere, he suddenly grab your small frame and position you in all fours making you gasp on his sudden actions. Inho spread your ass and spit on your pussy hole, feeling the drip of his saliva make you moan, he enters you again but this time he doesn't care about gentleness anymore, he thrust into you like madman, you grip on the pillow as you moan loudly. "Inho p-please...slow d-down" reaching behind for his hand to tap him signaling to stop. he just smirk and reach for your clit rubbing it hard and fast, you scream and squirm underneath him, after a second you squirt hard.

"Fuck... Good girl..that's what I want, a mess" he chuckled.

You're already tired but he's not done with you yet, still thrusting on to you for a few more minutes.

"Shit shit shit" he grab pull of your hair forcefully arching your spine, his thrust are much faster now.

He load his seeds deep inside you letting out a loud satisfying sound from his lips. He pull out seeing his cum gushing out of your pussy. Pushing it in with his finger feeling more cum inside of you.

You collapse on the bed, heart racing as inho just look at you giggling, he lay down beside you and cover both of your body. His arm, heavy and comforting, settled around my waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. My heart, still a frantic drum against my ribs, gradually slowed its pace, lulled by the warmth of his body and the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

I leaned into him, the scent of his cologne – a familiar comfort – filling my senses. His head rested on mine, his hair tickling my cheek. The silence between us wasn't awkward it was filled with a quiet contentment. The lingering warmth, the gentle pressure of his body against mine, was a soothing balm to my racing thoughts and aching muscles.

He shifted slightly, his hand moving to cup my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a wave of warmth spreading through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of safety and belonging. This wasn't just physical comfort it was emotional reassurance, a silent promise of care and affection.

tags: @aeriikiesss @lazybum0 @strawbi-reads @rimzaaa @frontwomann

PAIR: Hwang in-ho x fem!reader🎀

WARNING: age gap (reader is 18+, in-ho's is in his 40s) DBF! Hwang Inho x reader, Dom x sub, a bit possessive inho, secret relationship, slow burn, soft spoken, smut, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

A/N: warning: if this makes you uncomfortable please stop reading and leave. MDNI.

Illicit 2

The scent of grilling meat and laughter hung heavy in the air. Y/N, a nineteen year old, flitted around her father’s backyard barbecue, a whirlwind of youthful energy. Hwang Inho, her father’s closest friend, watched her from across the patio, holding a Draught with a subtle smile playing on his lips. He was a man of quiet strength, his presence commanding even in the midst of casual summer revelry. His gaze lingered on Y/N, a secret admiration simmering beneath the surface of his easygoing demeanor. He’d known her since she was a child, a tiny thing with bright eyes and a mischievous grin. He once brought her a Giant princess castle toy house that made her forgot her own father on how close she become to him, "y/n you can play with that tomorrow it's already pass your bedtime and inho have a work tomorrow." as her mother pulling her away from the toys, he giggle while watching her having a tears in her eyes, "we can play again tomorrow, for now you need to take a rest" he assured her softly as y/n went to his lap and cry on his shirt. Now, watching her graceful movements, he felt a pull, a forbidden attraction that both thrilled and terrified him.

Later, as the party wound down, Inho found himself alone with Y/N, helping her clear the remaining dishes. His touch was accidental at first, a brush of his hand against hers as they reached for the same plate, a lingering graze of his fingers on her arm as he guided her past him. Each contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, a thrill that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Y/N, oblivious to the depth of his feelings, simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with youthful innocence.

Over the next few weeks, Inho found reasons to visit your father’s house, ostensibly for friendly chats or discussing about their work he even sometimes help you on your school works when passing your room, seeing you struggling. His visits became more frequent, his excuses more thinly veiled. He’d find you alone, engrossed in a book or sketching in her room. His touches became more deliberate, a lingering hand on your lower back as he passed, a gentle caress of your hair as he bent to retrieve something you'd dropped. Each time, he felt a thrill of forbidden pleasure, a dangerous dance on the edge of propriety. You though sensing a shift in his behavior, remained largely unaware of the intensity of his feelings. You enjoyed his attention, his quiet strength a comforting presence in your life.

One evening, finding you alone in the living room sitting on the couch only wearing a dangerously short-short and a hoodie scrolling through your phone, Inho leaned in, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. His touch was a subtle assertion of dominance, a silent claim of possession. He felt the tremor that ran through her at his touch, a subtle reaction that fueled his desire. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across your ear.

“You’re growing up so fast,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You blushed, your eyes widening slightly. You shifted uncomfortably, but didn't pull away.

He straighten his posture and sat besides a few inch away from you "Have a boyfriend yet? you look busy on that thing, like I can't disturb you for a bit." he smiled as he reach for his phone.

"No, I don't think dad is ready for that yet."

lie.

You want him, you want inho.

"Well I'm not either," he laughs "I'm worried boys don't know how to take care of a little girl." As he type on his phone.

Dimensionally significant, veiny hands, that I want wrap around my throat and the other on my thighs as he fuck me raw on my pink bed with cute plushies around it.

"I'm not a little girl." Saying it slow as you were lost in your thoughts.

What if I climb to him right now and just kiss him, or maybe I could ask him to go to my room and-.

Snap.

You look up at him innocently.

"Did you hear what I said" he smirked like he knows what you were thinking. "Uhh-..." He cut you and stand up " Head upstairs, go wash up and sleep you got school tomorrow." He walk close to you and took your phone from your lap "Go to bed you've been on your phone for too long."

"Goodnight inho" - you murmured softly while getting up on the couch. He hummed while kissing your temple.

Inho loves teasing you whenever he gets a chance he knows now you want him and he wants you. But won't just give away just now. Not now. He likes playing on fire with you, just like the other day.

He found you alone in the garden, tending to you mother's roses. He approached slowly, his footsteps barely disturbing the quiet evening. He stood behind you, his hands resting lightly on your waist. You stiffened at his touch, but didn't protest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You smell like roses too.” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. His touch escalated gradually, each encounter building on the last.

He’d find you alone in your room, studying or listening to music. He’d enter quietly, his presence a silent invasion of your private space. He’d sit beside you, his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your leg. You’d tense at first, but gradually relax, your body responding to his touch.

Until....

One night, under the cover of darkness, their secret desires finally exploded. Inho’s touch was confident, possessive, a stark contrast to the gentle caresses of his previous encounters. You caught in the intoxicating pull of his dominance, responded with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The night unfolded with a raw intensity, a forbidden dance of power and surrender.

"C'mon let Uncle inho have a taste of you, sweetheart" letting his lips brush against my folds every time he speaks. Getting a shiver everytime. Grabbing his hair and shoulder pushing him away by getting overstimulated "ahhh..D-dad's gonna c-catch u-us" looking at the wide open door worrying at anytime someone gonna pass by

"Your dad is too drunk to notice his old pal eating his precious daughter out,"

"But mom.."

"Shhh.. if you don't want her to see you getting stuffed, you stay quiet"

I squirm and trying to move away from his pleasuring mouth, which only makes him tighten his grip on my waist. I buck my hips and try closing my legs. He growls in annoyance and lay on his stomach, wrap his arms on both my thighs and forcefully open my legs. Getting more access to my pussy. He use two fingers to spread my labia and lick it. Rolling my eyes from to much pleasure, putting both of my hands in my mouth to keep the moan from slipping out.

"I waited for too long, too fucking long and now I have it" he chuckled softly "so sweet" he put his finger in still having his mouth on my clit making me gasp and grip the sheets, then adding one more finger in going faster and harder making a wet sounds. " I don't know was it is b-but I'm getting a w-weird feeling there" I said between my moans, making inho's pants get tight. Ignoring her words he work hard on it until she came hard on his mouth, milking everywhere. He pull his finger feeling empty now, he gets up and kiss her down to her neck giving her a few hickey. Her hands roaming on his belt trying to unbuckling it but stop by him.

"Please inho I want it...please."

"No no," as he kiss your head " not now sweetheart, I'm still getting you prepared, plus I'm not planning on fucking you here. Not in silent." Giving you kisses on your face." I want you loud and screaming when I fuck you...be patient sweetheart"

He gets ups and grab a wet towel and glass of water, handling me the glass while he wipes my thighs cleaning the mess he did. Afterwards, Inho held me close, his touch gentle and soothing. He kissed you hair, his lips lingering on your forehead. He whispered words of comfort and reassurance, his voice a low murmur that calmed your racing heart. He tended to your needs, his actions a testament to the depth of his feelings, a silent apology for the intensity of his desires.

He tucked you into the bed, after hearing your soft snores, kissing you for the last time his presence a comforting anchor in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. The secret they shared was a dangerous game, a forbidden pleasure that bound them together in a complex and intoxicating dance.