Ni’alu

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

* 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫

* 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐂

* 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟏

* 𝐓𝐅𝐂

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢.)

• 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧

•𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

•𝐈𝐓

•𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

•𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐌

•𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

•𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

•𝐒𝐅𝐖

•𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

•𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

•𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

•𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑

•𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

“Love me.”

Ship(s): Jealous!Jax x oblivious!Ballerina!reader

Warning(s): angst, jealousy, fluff, OOC?Jax, bad gummigoo impression

Description: everyone knew you and Jax had feelings for one another except you and Jax! Or maybe you both do.. maybe you guys just need a push?

You saw the glances him and Pomni shared. He saw the glances you and Ragatha shared. Neither of you speaking up about how it made you feel. You sighed into your hands as ragatha softly patted your back. “ im sure they are just friends.” She said with a smile, dancing in her fantastically painted lips. Your head flew up and you looked at her, mock confusion. “What? I’m not upset about the clown and rabbit, im upset because I can’t get this move down!” You said, standing up and being your tip toe into the side of your knee, trying to spin.

You fell to the floor and ragatha laughed, genuinely. She laughed at you for about a good 45 seconds before she rubbed her eye from tears forming and attempted to help you up. You looked at her and your brow twitched in irritation before you got an idea. As she grabbed your hand, you pulled her down. Instead of landing beside you, she landed on top of you. Her hands above your head with her knee between your legs.

Both your face went ablaze and upon hearing a sarcastic cough and the thumping of a rabbits foot, you both got up and went to opposite sides before Caine had magically appeared, his enthusiasm creating a nice distraction for you. But Jax wouldn’t forget this. Caine filled you all in on your adventure, some enjoying, others disappointed. You didn’t particularly hate it but Caine wanted you all to perform for him. In your own bands at that. So you’d be working with NPC’s. Great.

After an hour or two, everyone’s groups had been sorted through. You had gummigoo and two other band mates. You were the singer, gummi was the lead guitarist, the second npc played drums, while the third played the bass. You sat there on the steps, humming a tune, “falling down” by Lil Peep and X. Atleast who you believed it was by..

Gummigoo had came and sat beside you, leaving the other two to practice. Even though they really didn’t need it. They were programmed to know everything alright. “G’day, mate,” he said as he tipped his hat to you. You giggled before saying “hello,” he looked at the stage above you guys. “Are ye worried, lass?” You looked at him and shook your head. “No.. I just.. im better at dancing then singing. I mean.. all I remember is my steps, not my voice.” Gummi looked at you and nodded, letting you have the floor. “What is this world, Gummi?” His looked over at you and his eyes softened. “I don’t know, lass.” He answered honestly, his arm wrapped around your waist and resting right there.

Jax had went looking for you. Not to talk to you or anything but just to see you. Once he finally seen the bright pink tutu and the clasped bun on you, he knew it was you. As he stepped closer from behind the curtain, he saw you. Truly saw you. You were gorgeous. The bright lights making you look truly in your element but then his eyes caught a glimpse of green. Then yellow and his heart sank.

There you were. The love of HIS life, snuggled up with a hunk of computer code. He seethed silently, his jaw tightening as he watched the blob come in close and watch as you guys talk about something he can’t quite comprehend, then his saw gummi’s arm around your waist. He bit his lip and turned, his thumps of walking heavy and bitter. You turned your head and caught a sight of purple bunny tail. You instantly got up and ran after him. How much taller frame allowing him to be faster than you.

“Love me.” He mumbled as he slowed. You had just caught up to him and breathed a heavy sigh. “What?” “Why won’t you come to me for love? Love. Me.” He said, before turning around, scaring you to a slip. You fell straight on your ass as you looked up at the beanstalk of a bunny. “Why can’t you see im the one for you?” You thickly swallowed, watching Jax break tears coming to his eyes, his eyes looking anywhere but you. “I know im not the best but i know im not the worst. Right?” He mumbled, looking at you finally.

Your eyes softened and you sat up. You gestured him down and grabbed his ears, tugging them softly, allowing your lips to connect. His tongue gently licked your upper lip, asking for permission. You allowed, and your tongues fought slick and nasty. So fucking nasty. As you both broke, he looked at you, his face hot and wet as a string of saliva connected you both. “You’re the best.” You stated, before giving him a hug.

“So you don’t want gummigoo?” You laughed, snorting bit as you did. “Of course not, dummy!” Jax scratched the back of his ear, thinking he was pretty stupid for thinking that. “Oh,” he let out before he looked down at you, once he went back to his full height. “Shall we continue?” He asked and you just smiled and nodded, bringing your smaller hand into his much larger cartoonish one. He brought you back to the stage, where he believed you truly belonged. He then went back to his stage, finding gangle and her notebook. She was smiling deviously, before whispering “my shipppp.” She then ran off, muttering about her new OTP and how funny bunny was out the picture.

Ship(s): Ao’nung x Exzrin!navi!reader

Warning(s): fluff, mentions of pregnant!reader, aged up timeline, made up clan

Description: After Ao’nung’s mother passes, you and Ao’nung decides to become parents to his baby sister. (Idea by @motorsp0rt)

“Ah!” You yelled as you fell off your ilu for the third time, crashing onto the soft, wet sand beneath you. Ao’nung huffed at you and swiftly, yet gracefully moved off his ilu. He offered his hand to you, pulling you straight to your feet. “You have to bond with the creature, make him understand you are a team, alright?” His eyes softened at you as he watched you pat the dirt off your grayish-blue skin. “Okay..” you whispered before setting your sights back on the ilu.

At your hesitation, Ao’nung looked at you with a questioning face. He soon realized and smiled at you, “your scared, aren’t you?” Upon hearing that, you swiftly looked at him. “What? Of course not!.. i just.. ahem, need a second.” You said with a whisper of the last part. He just shook his head before grabbing your hand and leading you to the ilu. His hands snaked around your waist and gently lifted you onto the ilu. He came in close, enough to were, you could feel his breath, tickling your ear. “Feel safe, Ma Ni’alu?”

Your face became equivalent to a tomato right at that moment and you just shook your head in agreement. He chuckled at your state before grabbing your head, he gently leaded it to the creatures “queue” and whispered, “now use your other hand..” he mumbled, grabbing your other hand and bringing it to your queue “now, connect.” You nodded and quickly did as he said, resulting in a success of you pairing with the Ilu, beginning to ride off.

“Hey! Wait on me!” He exclaimed, a smile on his handsome face as he ran and jumped on his own ilu. He began to chase your ilu, the sound of laughter, playfulness, and flirting in the air, lingering.

A few years passed, and you guys were both eighteen years old. You both had feelings for each other which was obvious, you’ve loved each other since you were kids. You just couldn’t find the right moment to express it to each other. Rotxo. That was the boys name. He had asked you out the other day. You two had a beautiful date but you weren’t fully into it. First, he took you for a walk over the shore, then he took you out for some fruits and fish, finally he took you to the water, you guys swimming in harmony for what felt like forever. It was perfect, except.. Ao’nung had not left your mind.

“Ao’nung!” You yelled as you finally caught a glimpse of him, heading to his Tulkun. It had been distant between you two ever since he found out about your date. Had he not been dating the girl from the Omatikaya clan? Um, Kiri, wasn’t it? “Phew, nungie, i thought I’d never catch up to you,” you exhale then look up at his back. He had never turned to look at you. “Shouldn’t you be with Rotxo?” He said, blankly, plainly. You were kind of taken back but you quickly chose your words. “What? No! We’re just friends.” “Friends don’t go on dates, Ni’alu.” He countered. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Did i do something wrong?” He just shook his head and rubbed his Tulkans head. “Just go.” He whispered before sinking underneath the water and disappearing faster than you’d like to believe. You sat there. Alone and distressed, your scent souring as your heart crumbled. “What did i do?” You whispered then looked up at his Tulkan, coming over to you and nudging your side. You quickly patted the creature and rubbed your tearing eyes. Soon, you bid the sea animal goodbye and went back to the village.

Something brought you to his marui. Something magnetic and daggering. You tried to sleep it off but it left a heavy feeling on your heart, telling you to get up and go. You stood in front of his front door, hesitant to knock. Your wrist swished before you could stop it though and you knocked. One, two, three times. For a moment, it felt like all time stopped. Like you’d be standing there forever. Soon, your ear twitched with the sound of shuffling from feet. As the door swung open, you were met with a pair of aquatic eyes, looking directly into yours, making you cower a little bit but staying, nonetheless.

“Ma Ni’alu, it’s..” his head leaned back into the marui and looked at the clock, he had got from Jake’s friends lab. “4:00 in the morning.” You rushed in past him and sat directly on your spot in his bed. Whenever you guys wouldn’t have sleep overs, this was your designated spot. No one could get right there, not even him. “I know, i know but earlier kept eating at me. And i wanna know what i did wrong? It was just so-“ By then, Ao’nung had walked over to you and sat beside you, joining one of his hands with yours. “Ni’alu.” He stated, cutting off your rant. “I was just in a bad mood. It had nothing to do with you. I took it out on the wrong person. I’m sorry, alright?” He was lying. Dead to your face.

You scrunched your face up. “Why are you lying, Nungie?” The pet name rolling off your tongue like silk. He looked at you and seen just how much you cared to know what was going on. He sighed and turned forward at you, taking his hands into yours fully. He swallowed, thickly before he began to stutter. “N-Ni’alu, I’ve known you since we were 6. I always thought, one day you’d be my queen.” Your eyes visibly widened at that and your tail swooshed at the thought. “You were, beautiful, bash, and we’re not afraid to try something new or defy your parents. It made me admire you soo much. I wanted to wait, just abit longer to get myself together before courting you but i see I wasn’t the only one, wanting you.” He whispered, his eyes glancing downward. He then looked back up at you. “I love you and I wanna be yours. I don’t wanna see you with Rotxo. It eats me alive inside. You’re Ma Ni’alu.” He said before getting closer to you, hovering over your laying form now. “I see you.”

You guys have now been mated together as of one full year. The Metkayina people were at war with the “sky people.” You begged your village to help but they just did not see a reason to kill their own for a species they did not have any ties with. So, you ran. You ran off to help the ones you love. Even if that meant not coming home yourself. After the war, Rotxo and Ronal were dead, you believed they were reunited with Neteyam.

Pril had been born. No one had been equipped to take care of the child. Tonowari had no clue what he was doing, Ronal took care of Ao’nung and Tsireya, he had never lifted a finger. He had always been too busy, leading their clan. Neytiri had told the promise she had given to Ronal but confessed, she had no idea how to take care of an Metakayina baby. Ao’nung did, you bet. That’s when the idea came to you.

“Ao’nung?” You whispered that night as you were draped over his heavy frame, his arms swung around your back and hip. “Hm?” His sleepy voice came out, answering. “We should adopt Pril.” His eyes flew open and his hand tightened around your waist. “Yawne, are you sure? I mean- we’re only nineteen and we don’t exactly know how to be parents.” You looked up at him and smiled. “I know but does anyone, really? I mean she’ll be our first born.” He sighed and let out a small crooked smile. “Okay. Let’s adopt Pril.” You lifted your head, your braids falling to your shoulder before leaning down and kissing his lips. “Thank you baby,” you whispered between pecks.

The next day followed and you told Neytiri and Tonowari of your guys’s plan. “Are you sure? Having a baby is a big responsibility.” Tonowari’s deep and heavy voice rung out in the marui, him and his late wife shared. Neytiri looked over at Tonowari, confusion written on her face. “Are you really thinking of allowing this, skxawng? They’re just children, themselves!” He sighed and looked at you two. His eyes bored into you both before he quietly said, “I don’t know why but I think Eywa is telling me that they are the right decision for Pril.” Neytiri closed her mouth. She could not argue with anything against Eywa. If that’s what was right, they shall see.

Pril was crying, loudly. It had to have been about 2 in the morning. It had been about 3 months since you guys adopted her. Those months have been filled with ups and downs. Pril wouldn’t stop, not tonight. Usually after the first three or four hours, she’d settle and sleep. But not tonight. Tonight? She was a tornado. Nothing you or Ao’nung did could stop her. She wouldn’t take a bottle, fruit, wouldn’t respond to being rocked nor would you guys’s scent calm her. She was just explosive. You gulped and looked over at Ao’nung. “Do you think bringing her out to the water, will help?” He looked at you, like you had said something truly crazy.

So that’s how you three were sitting out on the sand, letting the water rush over yall. The waves were calming, quietly washing over the tired baby. Her eyes silently began to close as well as her mouth. She was falling in deep sleep. Ao’nung looked at you, asking “how did you know the water was the way to go?” You looked at him and thought about it before answering. “I didn’t.” Then you looked down at the beautiful Pril in your eyes. “I just.. it’s just felt right..” you whispered before kissing pril’s forehead.

Ship(s): lo’ak x reader, Neteyam x reader

Warning(s): smut, angst, infidelity, marking, scents, possessiveness, breeding, and mentions of pregnant!reader

Part 2 of “My Best Friends Brother”

The sun shined through the marui and you shifted, gently from the light boring onto you. You sat up and looked to your left, drowsily. Your hair was disheveled and your body was sore especially your lower half. Neteyam slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Your blush crept up to your face, recalling last nights events. You quietly and quickly began to pick up your articles of clothing and began to get ready for the day, leaving Neteyam in your bed.

Once you finished getting ready, you felt clean from the waters of eywa and the new loincloth. As you were getting ready to wake up Neteyam, there was a hefty knock at your door. You eyes immediately shot up and your tail went low, frightened. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, especially not with Neteyam. You gently but hurriedly shook Neteyam, not giving him much of an explanation before pushing him into the other part of your marui.

As the door creaked open, you looked out, there was Lo’ak. “ah- good morning, lulu,” he greeted, the nickname slipping off his tongue like some sort of treat. “up for some ikran racing, since you have your own, now?” you snorted a laugh and added “oh, yeah, the ikran that crashed into a mountain, no thank you.” before attempting to close the door. Lo’ak put his arm through and stopped you just in time. “Listen, Ni’alu, im so sorry about-“ and that’s when you felt a presence behind you. Large, hot, and restless.

You’ll never forget how Lo’ak looked at you. He looked at you as if you had tore his whole world apart. His brother, his perfect brother, with his .. his best friend. He hurriedly turned around and walked away, his shoulders down in defeat and his fists clenched at his sides. how stupid was he to think, maybe just one person would choose him? so stupid.

You turned around and pushed Neteyam back, closing the door to your marui behind you. “What the hell, Neteyam? What was that!” You exclaimed, your tail thumping the floor in agitation. There was no need for him to expose himself, neither of you at that. “What? All I did was show the little twerp you were spoken for.” He said, before straightening up to his height, standing over you. His eyes scanned down your frame. A smirk dancing on his lips at the new beaded top, after he had tore your old one off you the night before. “We’re mates, remember? You’re mine, now.” Whispering the last part to you before walking past you and out of the marui, his steps heavy and vanishing quickly.

The shift in you and Lo’ak’s friendship was evident. He stopped showing up to your home in early morning, he stopped inviting you to hangout with him, he even stopped asking you for help at the one thing you two enjoyed, Ikran tipping. It was like buffalo tipping but with Ikran. This left you with a lonely feeling and even made you want to run. Run away from this life, go back to your home with all of your people who need you. It was selfish of you to stay this long anyway. You were 22 years old, still acting as if you do not have a responsibility, waiting on you. It is your birth right, and you have to fulfill it before there is no more to have a right to.

You walked through the Omatikaya village and seen the looks people gave you. You could only imagine how they thought of you, how they felt about you now, and how so disappointed they all must be. You were supposed to be Lo’aks. That’s what everyone believed especially.. Neytiri.

You hadn’t even thought about her. How would she feel? What would she think of you? Many questions filled your headspace and you shook them off, just trying to focus on heading to Lo’aks marui. The Omatikaya peoples watched you in hushed whispers and some loud, barbarian like about how much of a slut you were for leading on two brothers for all this time but you couldn’t bring yourself to assure anyone that, that was not your intention because in a way, no matter what you say, that’s exactly what you did.

“Why’d you have to have her? You couldn’t just find another Ezxrin woman?!” Lo’ak yelled, connecting a punch to an angry looking Neteyam. Neteyam’s head went backwards but he quickly bounced back. Neteyam roaring as he threw a punch to Lo’aks gut, bringing him down a whole lot faster. As they wrestled on the ground, Neteyam was able to get Lo’ak in a headlock. Neteyam brought his lips to Lo’aks ear and whispered, “no womans moans compare to hers.” Lo’ak beared his teeth and began to struggle more, attempting to grab Neteyam face. “Deep i-in my heart, i hate you, Neteyam.” His voice sounded so genuine, Neteyam subconsciously softened the lock, allowing Lo’ak to overpower him and begin to punch straight at his face.

By the time, you had made it there, Lo’ak was bandaging himself up while a rather bloodied Neteyam limped himself up and on Lo’aks bed, rubbing a wet leaf over his scarred body. You immediately ran to Neteyam, beginning to take over and help him clean himself up. “Neteyam! What happened, talk to me.” You said, immediately, not even severing a glance to Lo’ak. Lo’ak looked at you and closed his eyes, feeling tears but not allowing them to show. He just turned back around and continued what he was doing. Neteyam noticed though, which gave him enough satisfaction to smirk. “I’m okay, Hona. Are you and the baby okay?” He slipped out. At hearing that, Lo’ak shot up and stormed out, not even caring to hear the rest.

“Baby? What baby, Neteyam?” You asked as Neteyam just lifted your chin and kissed you. “Nothing. Abit of delusion i guess.” He said before placing his forehead to yours. you stayed there for a moment, just sitting. Listening to the rustle of the trees, the chatter of people outside and the quiet window brushing against Lo’aks marui. You looked at him, a bit skeptical, before you brushed it off and began to finish attending to his wounds.

His scent was all over you, like a type of woodsy maple. You were sure everyone could smell it as you walked back to your marui. There were eyes glued to you. You were sure you’d die right then and there. Until you bumped straight into a very plump chest. You looked up to only be met with a pair of striking eyes. Neytiri. “Ni’alu? A word, please.” She said with such a monotone tone, you didn’t know what to think. Your heart raced in your chest as you followed her to her marui. Once, you arrived, there was Jake. Jake Sully. You had never been too close with him, he was always thinking of ways to win wars and acting on ideas, you never caught the chance to know him more than as “Neytiris husband.”

She sat you in the living room and brought in some tea, some real herbal tea, that heals you from the inside out. She took in a deep breath as she sat, and drunk her tea, licking the drip off her overly pump lips. Her sun kissed eyes then looked straight at you. She didn’t say anything. Not at first. Just stared. Then she asked the question “what happened?” You sat there, dumbfounded for a moment. “What happened?” You repeated. “Yes, my child. What happened at the cliff?” She asked, going into a bit more detail. You made a “ohh” sound before a smile broke along your features, you thought for sure this was about her sons. You quickly explained how you “accidentally” fell and Neteyam saved you, all because you were running from Lo’ak and weren’t watching your step. Neytiri could tell you were lying but she didn’t push. She just shook her head and scolded you.

“That was very dangerous. I don’t wanna hear anything else about this happening. Do you understand me?” She asked. She then looked at your face and her eyes softened. She could never be too harsh with you. You were an exact duplicate of your mother. Ash-shaded skin, white hair, and those soft purple eyes. (Description of reader from: @lilacnavi) You had her face shape, her eye shape, almost every single thing except for your markings. You had the markings of your father, a great warrior before his only objective became vengeance. “I’m so glad to have you for my son.” She added, which made your heart shatter. Was this still a form of lying if you don’t say anything. “N-ney-“ “shhh.” She cut you off. “I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but im sure eywa has brought you into his life for that exact purpose. We love you, Ni’alu.” Your eyes teared and before you knew it, you were laying on neytiris chest as she hummed a tune, Rox’yal would.

The next few months were quiet.. heavy in a way. There were no fights, no commotion and not one troublesome meddling by some kids. It was weird. You weren’t an idiot, you knew Kiri and spider were avoiding you as well. Tuk didn’t understand everything yet so she still treated you the same but it was limited. Every time you two got too close or were in a decent conversation, Kiri or Lo’ak, himself, was pulling her away and leaving you alone with yourself.

You sat in the cave, alone. Lo’ak hadn’t came here since. This used to be y’all’s special place, now it was just something with lost memories. You looked up as tears weld in your eyes. ‘Oh, Eywa, i wish you’d guide me.’ You thought to yourself before water pebbles began to slowly roll your cheeks. Neteyam was a constant to you though. Even though, he had a hard time expressing it, he tried to let you know just how much he loved you. He did that through catching you dinner, cleaning your marui, even massaging you. Which ended up in sex, and your queues reunited.

A few hours passed and you gave up hope that he would ever come back. So you sighed and got up, heading inside the cave to gather your fruits you had got just for you two. ‘Thump.’ You heard it. That was not an imagination. You turned around, quickly, aiming your knife straight to the intruders neck. Lo’ak. Your hand went down quickly and you dropped the knife. He just looked at you, his eyes fierce and so damn bright. “Why?” He muttered to you. Your face contorted into one of confusion. “Why what?” He fell to his knees in front of you, pulling on your loincloth. “Why him!” He exclaimed, tears slowly spilling from his yellow orbs. “It was us. It was supposed to be us!” His words carrying a deep and brutal grunt between each us. All you could do is lower your head in silence, listening to his pitiful thoughts and series of ‘why’s’. You wanted to apologize but you just didn’t understand why you should.

Against your better judgement, you began to apologize. Your words desperate and pathetic. You stood there, letting him sob on your bottom half as you sobbed into the skies of Eywa. Your hands quickly wiped your tears and you tried to compose yourself, even managing to make Lo’ak stop. “It just kind of happened.” You started. “He came over and one thing led to another and we were mated that very moment.” You said, not going into detail to a rather hurt Lo’ak. Lo’ak stared at you and he nodded.

You both sat there in silence, heading just outside the cliff, watching up into the sky. “It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You asked. Lo’ak didn’t care too much about the sky, but he did care about you so he looked up. Then looked at your curious face of the sky and he smiled softly, whispering “yeah.. beautiful.” He said as you looked down at him and made direct eye contact. Your eyes softened as well as his as realization dawned upon you. You don’t know what possessed you but you began to come in close and Lo’ak did too. Your lips parted and not even a moment later, you guys were locking lips like a couple of teenagers in a high school musical. “I love you.” He whispered between kisses, low and sultry, sending shivers up your spine.

Lo’ak held you softly, contrasting from the rough ground beneath you. Your fingers clutched at his back, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. You were pathetically looking for something to give you clarity as the heat coiled in your lower abdomen. Your chests were flush against one another as his hips stuttered against the swell of your ass.

Lo’aks thrusts were deep, and unforgiving. You could feel his dick in places that only Neteyam should be able to reach. Your mate. That you were cheating on, with his brother. But you couldn’t stop and think about that when Lo’ak grabbed a hold of your hair and pulled you back, making you arch impossibly farther. All you could hear was the squelching and muttering of how “perfect” your pussy was, how nice, wet, tight it felt.

He kept a heavy fist in your head, as he continued his brutal assault on your pussy. He even laughed abit, saying things like “you hear my pussy talkin’ to me? yea.. she missed her ‘real’ mate.” He leaned over you and pulled you closer, whispering “gonna fill you up with all my babies, how does that sound, yawne?” As you didn’t answer, his hips stilled and he pulled out. You let out a loud whimper at the empty feeling, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Yes, yes!” You answered, just wanting him back inside you.

He smirked and positioned his tip back up to your glistening folds. Even smearing his tip on top before pushing inside, slowly, deliberately, stretching your tight hole open with each fat inch he was willing to give you. His lips found your neck and bit into it, hard. Leaving marks upon marks over your neck to your chin. You gasped, arching your back, your hands immediately finding his hair, pulling with an urgency you could quite figure out yet. He began to move, his rhythm slow and teasing. Feeling him slowly drag against your walls. You writhed against him, beginning to move your hips to match his pace, maybe even a little faster.

Your nipples began to brush up against his chest, only making them impossibly harder. “Fuck, Lo’ak, harder,” you murmured to him, your hands falling from his hair to his shoulders. Lo’ak only responded with a gentle “yes, yawne,” before setting a harsh pace that left you crying out. You screamed, a primal sound, you were sure all of the Omatikaya people could hear from the village not to far from here. His hand shot up to your mouth, amazingly not messing up rhythm. You were unbuckling and fast, you eyes lolled to the back of your head and your legs began to shake, making you lock them around Lo’ak, digging your heels into his ass, pushing him deeper inside you.

You broke as he hit up against your cervix. You let out a loud moan into his hand as you came. His cock was dripping as your fluids built around your walls and his dick, leaking out slowly. You thought he was gonna pull out but he didn’t. He kept going, whispering “better than Neteyam, right, lulu? Tell me, please ma lulu.” All you could do was let him ride out his orgasm inside you, feeling rope after rope bump into your womb.

He pulled out and collapsed next to you. His breathing was heavy and rigid. As well as yours, you turned over and looked at him as his queue was heading straight for yours. You were about to get up but it was too late and you didn’t really have the strength. You were mated. Again. Your eyes widened as you felt all his nerves connect with yours. You felt what he felt. All of it. The love, the hurt, the yearning. He needed you like he needed the forest. And he hadn’t planned to let you go. Especially not to his brother.

Once you were sure he was asleep, you gathered your belongings and got up as fast as your jelly legs could. You put on your beaded top and your loincloth. You looked around before finding your knife on the floor, you tucked it into your hand and took off into the night. You couldn’t face the Omatikaya after mating with both sons. They would really look at you different. And you couldn’t handle that from Neytiri, especially not her.

Lo’ak had woken up the next sunrise to find you, gone. He looked around and even patted where you once were to see if he was dreaming still. Upon realizing, he was awake, he looked inside and found your things gone as well as you. He believed you had just went back to the village and sighed, getting himself together and dusting himself off.

Once he made it to the village, he went to his marui and found his brother, sitting on his bed. “What’s going on?” Neteyam turned around and picked Lo’ak up, slamming him against the marui door. “Where is she?!” He yelled before Jake busted through the door, demanding Neteyam calm down. Neteyam did what was told of him and let go of his little brother, letting him fall to the ground. “Where is who?” Lo’ak let out, letting out a little cough before looking up at his father. Jake sighed and pinched his temple. “Ni’alu. She is missing.”

Lo’aks eyes widened and he got up, fast. He pushed past his brute of a father and ran all the way to your Marui. He bursted through the doors, only to find everything the exact same. There was no signs of forced entry or you even gathering things to take with you. You were just gone. Like as if you were a figment of his imagination. He would’ve thought that if your clothes and the effect you had on him wasn’t so.. there, reminding him of you, every moment of every second.

Ship(s): Neteyam x reader, hint of lo’ak x reader

warning(s): smut, toxic/mean!Neteyam, Biting, slight jealousy

There was nothing wrong with appreciating one’s attributes, right? especially not your best friend since birth, brother.. right? you couldn’t help the way his eyes seemed to enchant you or how his lips could tell you the ugliest truths and you’d still be putty in his hands. it was just something so.. sensational about him. it might be the way his lean body moved or how his laugh was strong enough to get even the moodest creatures out of a funk.

Lo’ak had been your best friend since basically birth. your mother and father had strong connections with the Omatikaya clan due to the fact of Neytiri and your mother Rox’yal being best friends since their youth. as they grew older, they were distanced but still had a strong bond. and that never goes away.

one day, the ‘Ezxrin’ clan came to the Omatikaya. At first, it had been so long, the others did not remember your mother. they steered clear of her and the warriors quickly and quietly brought them to the Olo’eyktan, Jake Sully. “What do you want?” Jake’s gruff and unusually quiet voice trailed. Rox’yal was about to speak but Neytiri was already in front of her face.

The Omatikaya people quickly stood and prepared for any attack but Jake’s eyes never left neytiri and as he realized she was not being hostile nor was afraid, he waved them down. Your father called one of your people over, the ‘Ezxrins’, and you were presented. the beautiful creation of Rox’yal and Metite.

Neytiri’s eyes widened and she looked straight into your mother eyes as she had her own tears. “This is Ni’alu.” was all she said before neytiri ran off and came back holding a very small blue infant. “This is Lo’ak.” she said with a soft, genuine smile.

“So, when was he born?” Your mother drawled off as her and Neytiri had walked through the quiet trees with the soft pitter patter beneath them. “He was born on.. August # 2156.” your mother’s mouth went agape. “so was she.” your mother added, looking down at a cheeky you. “she was born at night.” neytiri looked at her own joy , “he was born in morning.” they then shared careful glances and immediately thought of Eywa. was this.. some kind of fate?

From then on, Lo’ak and you never left each other sides. there was family dinners, family hangouts, and even moments of just you and him alone. your mothers thought for sure, you guys were destined mates. they pushed you guys together at every chance even saying things about how beautiful their grandkids will be and how much they’re are gonna spoil them with each clan. Lo’ak didn’t seem disinterested in the idea.. at first until he began to see how you’d uncomfortably shift or how you tried to change subjects so he didn’t push. he figured if this was all you wanted, it was good enough for him. so, he stuck to being your best friend.

but things started to change when you hit seventeen, you had started to .. change. drastically. you were growing into your features. mind, body and especially your soul. and Lo’ak had never met someone so perfect. it was in the way you talked about your interests or the way you flicked your tongue over your bottom lip when trying to get crumbs or how you’d help people even if they didn’t deserve it. even if they had ruined everything for you, you still opened up and showed them a glance of kindness. and nothing was hotter to him than that.

you both had turned 22 a couple days ago and were hanging out at the cave you both had stumbled upon at 16. this cave has become your only little sanctuary. you hummed a tune, Rox’yal, used to sing to you, it calmed you and eased the stress in your whole being. It’s been a couple years since she died, fighting. something she hated to do. the Omatikaya agreed to take you in because your father simply could not after his mate, laid dead in his mind every day. Leading your people with an angry and vengeful heart until you were ready. sometimes you ask neytiri about the conversation was before she died but all she says is ‘oh Ni’alu, you have nothing to worry. just know I will always protect you.’ She’d say before looking away.

‘Neytiri..? please take care of her.’ ‘I will..sister.’ ‘Promise?..’ ‘I promise you, Rox’yal.’

“Ni’alu!” You shook your head and looked at Lo’ak. “Are you ready?” He asked, a little annoyed that you had seemed to be ignoring him. You glanced around your small circle of spider, Kiri, and Tuk. Kiri began to speak before you could and said “do you really think this is a good idea? I mean what would dad say?” Tuk shook her head and added “I think we should go home.”

Lo’ak just rolled his eyes and looked at you. “are YOU okay to do this?” he asked, only really caring about your say so. you shook your head ‘yes’ as spiders beige arm swung around kiri and exclaimed “yeah! don’t be such crybabies!” he said before getting up. “You are only saying that because you can not build connections with such creatures.” Kiri mumbled before looking at you. ‘Eywa, protect her.’ she thought before watching you walk off with Lo’ak on your hip.

So that’s how you got here, now. standing on the edge of a cliff, an abyss of circling Ikrans and no backup plan. yeah, great. you tried to breath and steady yourself but all you could hear was Lo’ak in the background yelling strings of “Be Careful,” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!,” and “The ones that try to kill you, pick you!” That last one was very unhelpful. You took a shaky breath and before you knew it, your body had moved and you jumped.

you fell for what felt like forever before you finally took the hold of an Ikran. It squealed as you landed on its back and began to try to push your queue with the animal. he whipped and thrashed but you kept a hold. until the creature got so caught up with you, he crashed, straight into the mountain. and you fell.

you screamed and braced for impact, the others watching you from the top of the mountain. Lo’ak screamed your name, “Ni’alu!” As he watched your figure fall closer and closer to the ground before disappearing where he could no longer see. he backed up and looked around as kiri, spider, and Tuk ran up to him asking what had happened. he was still, silent and his lips began to spill something out when he heard a loud ikran sound behind him and the landing. he swept around with a huge grin, “Ni’alu I knew—“ his mouth fell. It was his brother. His older brother at that, and there you were, holding around his waist as if your life depended on it.

“Don’t tell dad,” Lo’ak exclaimed before Neteyam could even speak. Neteyam was going to, of course he was. a bunch of teenagers were doing something seriously dangerous. they are in their 20s , yet still act as if they were 15. a simple squeeze around his abdomen reminded him that you were there too. you looked at him with those bright purple eyes and that drowsy look, he cringed out of force and quickly pushed you off his Ikran. “you and your mate,” he spat with so much malice, it could kill a bird, “need to stop being such dumbasses and try something your actually good at it, like I don’t know, maybe hunter and gatherer? .. she’s obviously the gatherer little bro, I know how weak Omatikaya men think so just clarifying.” Lo’ak bit his tongue as he brushed the dirt off you and watched his arrogant brother fly away to god knows where. but you? you were somewhere so far away from here. still a bit shaken.

it was later at night now. It was 11:43 pm and you stared up at the skies, wishing upon each star that you could step up and be the woman your tribe needs. your father would not be able to handle this for much longer without declaring an unnecessary war with the sky people again. Your clan originated with over 12,378 thousand ‘ezxrins’ now only 6,285 thousand. you sucked in a breath, thinking of how many of your people’s lives have been lost due to your fathers hateful misguidance.

‘Knock! Knock!’

you looked at the door of your marui. that’s weird, no one usually comes to see you until at least 6:00 AM. usually an over-active Lo’ak stirring mischief. you carefully got up, easy not to make noise. you grabbed your hand make knife and easily tucked it into your left hand. you opened the door, only to be face to face with your best friends brother, Neteyam. his golden eyes shined in the dark abyss. he watched you as though you were a type of prey and he was the predator.

his broad shoulders pushed through the door and he huffed, his tail angrily waving behind him. you closed the door to your marui, and turned to look at him, his back still facing you. “What were you thinking? .. are you a skxawng or what?” His words cut deep but you didn’t let it show. “I didn’t need your help, I would’ve been just fine.” you stubbornly replied. next thing you knew, neteyams hand was at your throat, not choking but definitely leaving a sense of power. “Do you understand how much my mother would be disappointed inus over you? how everything about you is life or death? how you are their number one priority? not even their own kids but you.” he said angrily, before pushing you back abit. “If I wasn’t there, who was gonna save you? your mate?” he answered himself with a stupid grin on his face then laughed. he was laughing in your face. of how stupid you are.

once he had finished, he came closer and gently lifted your head. “Let me tell you something, Hona.” you instantly felt your cheeks go ablaze. that name was for mates, and mates only. why would he..? “no one. and I mean no one will love you like me.” he whispered before he dipped down to your now exposed throat and gently grazed his teeth before sinking his fangs into you. you let out a sharp gasp before melting into his strong hold. he held you as if you were the only thing that mattered in this forest. “Let me show you why you should be mine not his.”

suddenly, he was above you as you laid on the bed, fidgeting with taking his loincloth off. he chuckled, watching you struggle. he gently brought your hands to his face. as you both laid there, looking at each other, he broke the eye contact by moving his hands around your beaded top and letting it fall to the ground with a pop to the floor.

his eyes roamed your already naked figure and you were beginning to get abit self conscious because he was still practically fully clothes and here you were, undressed and slick. so very slick. your hands came up slowly and covered your chests but he was quick to pin both your hands above your head. “Did I tell you to cover up, Skanks?” He said, harshly. Tears flooded your eyes but that didn’t stop the flow between your legs if anything, it increased it. your body was betraying you.

Neteyam took his other hand and fondled with your left beast, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh. he let in a sharp inhale as his tail wagged with excitement. He then looked at you and brought his lips down; kissing your tears away and occasionally licking. as he did that, his queue was sneaking up behind you and before you knew it, you guys were mates. bounded for life. Your queue and his moved in harmony almost as if they were kissing, intertwining into one another.

the marui was foggy and oh, so hot as the sounds of skin against skin echoed the home. his grunts and your mewls. his heavy balls slapped against your swollen clit as he kept you chanted his name like some kind of savior. “Neteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!”

your cunt squelched in pure ecstasy as he did everything just right. his hands finding their way to the front of your nerves and his finger rubbed figure eights as he continued to slam into you. all you could do was sit there, and take it. that’s all, take it and listen. “fuck. he can’t fuck you like this, Hona. I promise y-you that.” All you could do was mewl in agreement to every statement. “You’d look so good carrying my seeds, don’t you agree, Hona?” another loud mewl. he chuckled at your fucked out state of mind before pulling out completely.

“Flip over.” He commanded and you did not oblige. you needed a moment, you took a deep breath and next thing you know ‘Smack!’ your back arched before you fell flat. “I said turn, Hona.” You whimpered softly but obliged nevertheless. he smiled and looked at you, “good girl.” He teased before sliding down your ash skin, leaving kiss trails. “relax. i just wanna taste you.” Your eyes trailed his as he went under your hood, his tongue peeked out and he sent out 3 experimental laps before sucking on the swollen bundle.

Pairing(s): Hobie/spider-punk x reader

Warning(s): death, angst, bad dialogue

You’ve been dead for 3 years now. you and hobie had met at a local concert and had been friends for a year before you guys began to date. it was electric and so full of love, it was sickening. you found out he was spider man when he had to save you from a wicked man and the voice made you realize. ‘Isn’t this hobie?’ the more he talked, the more he gave it away.

You guys were talking one night and you suddenly said “so I thinks it’s cool how my boyfriend is spider-punk,” and he completely spit out his soda and stared at you like a bump on a log. “What? m’not spider-punk.” and he’d probably try to downplay the rest of the night but you knew. you always knew.

Soon, he began to open up to you about the spider-verse, the villains, and other spider-people. You appreciated it but it had always confused you of how nobody seemed to question why there were so many different spider-mans and why weren’t they all the same person in every universe? Hobie soon explained to you about the boy, Miles Morales. he explained how Miguel wanted to take him out and how he was the reason the Peter Parker of that world was now dead. He explained how Miles was a ‘glitch’, ‘mistake’, anything that meant was not supposed to happen.

You didn’t believe that. you believed in fate and destiny. Miles had been doing a pretty good job at being Spider-Man so even if Miguel was right and he wasn’t supposed to be, he was doing a pretty damn good job.

Hobie loved coming to your home after missions. He’d be all bruised and scratched and you’d patch him up and whisper sweet things like ‘please be more careful,’ ‘I know your tough but im not, so please,’ and ‘you know I hate to see you like this.’ Then you’d make him cookies, the sweet scent of vanilla and a warm cinnamon always was enough for him to eat and fall asleep, holding you.

Hobie would sneak into your home through your window, wincing as he heard the squeaky hinges. he’d make a mental note to fix it later. he walked as your floor boards creaked under his wide feet. he left a trail of clothes all the way till your room until he was just in his boxers. hobie would lay in your bed, watching you in the pajamas he bought for you. The grinch, he believes? He’d quickly snuggle under you and hold you with his much larger hands, one resting on your stomach as he glides it under your shirt and the other holding your hand.

Hobie didn’t talk about you to anyone. not to his friends, his band, his spider friends, no one. not because he was embarrassed or shamed or anything like that. he just couldn’t handle if the information about you got out and he’d had put you in harms way.

One fall night, you had been walking to the train station, alone. It was chilly out and you swore you could hear the birds plead to be somewhere warm and safe. you sighed as you waited, watching as your breath became fog and white, shifting in the air. before long, you felt a presence. you quickly whipped your head around only to be met with a harsh force against your face.

You woke up tied up to the top of the roof. your heart pounded and your head reeled. where the fuck were you? from the side of your head, you heard the mischievous laughter of the Green Goblin. your heart raced and you quickly looked around for any source of help.

“Y/N L/N, what a pleasure to finally meet you,” he began. You gritted your teeth and didn’t say a word to him. you were sure Hobie was about to bust through that door and beat this sickos ass any moment. Norman looked at you and towards the window before his head reeled back towards yours and his nasty looking smile only grew in size.

“Waiting for Spider-punk?” Your eyes widened and you looked at him, angrily. “What did you do to him?! I swear..!” He quickly cut you off. “It’s not nice to swear, little girl… and besides I haven’t done anything to him. you will be.” you made a conflicted face. ‘What is he talking about?’ You thought just as Spiderpunk busted through those doors.

they had been fighting for around 15 minutes before Norman jumped over your holding place in the air and cut the rope. you were falling. Green Goblin was making his getaway while you were falling. your eyes teared and you watched as your boyfriend slung off his mask and quickly jumped to save you. you both fell and his web caught you too late. your head had already slammed against the concrete and you were bleeding out. you were gone.

He stood there shocked. His pupils dilated and tears began to stream down his face like a river. He shook with fear, anger, sadness, and most importantly guilt. He fell to his knees infront of you and screamed at the top of his lungs, tears streaming from every which way. He even laid on top of your now cold shallow chest, screaming for help, asking - begging someone to bring his lover back.

That was 3 years ago. now he was only left with the memory and the look of your face that night. He was standing in the HeadQuarters while portals after portals opened up, showing more spider-people than the last. He watched as Miguel stood up in a freight, everyone getting ready to fight as a brand new portal opened up.

Hobie’s interest peaked. ‘A new spider-man?’ He came over to them and watched as you came out. His eyes went wide as he stared at the face of his lover. he physically had to beg himself not to cry as he looked over your figure. everyone else felt awkward, seeing hobie and his supposedly dead girlfriend back together once again.

spider you, stared at him. it felt like you two had met before but that’s absurd. you’d have remembered such a pretty face. you had walked up to him and was about to introduce yourself when tears began to trail down his face. Frantic and abit confused, spider-you pulled him into a hug. your face in his chest and your hands trying to overcome his lengthy body. “Im sorry, lass, you just.. look like someone I know.. knew.”

As he changed his word choice, spider-you knew that meant his you was .. dead. you swallowed thickly. That thought becoming eminent in your mind. another you is dead. “Whats your name? mines Y/N L/N!” Hobie drew back a smile, still as energetic and authentic as you always were. “Hobie Brown.” He answered, biting back a slick ‘don’t you know?’ this wasn’t HIS y/n.

Hobie didn’t care that the others could see him in such a state nor did he care if he had over shared. you deserved to know. “What was I to you?” You asked as you two had began to walk away from the others, not wanting them to pry. “You were.. my Gwen Stacy.”