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Growing up around humans influenced you in a lot of ways: the way you speak, the way you move and the way you show affection. These ways changed since you're now back to Pandora and to the na'vi culture.

"Some flowers? Mh maybe... I could cook something"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Anqa's rambling caught your attention while you were walking into the resistance base.

"Is it someone's birthday soon?" You asked full of curiosity

"Ah! Tamtey, no no- it's nothing really... It's just... Tomorrow is gonna be San Valentine's day" she admitted scratching the back of her head

You already helped Anqa with Priya in the past, you found comfort in knowing that your friends were full of love

"Oh I remember hearing about it in TAP! Some soldiers chitchatted about it but I never really understood what it is about..." you pouted thinking

"It's just a human tradition, we celebrate love, usually with gifts" Anqa explained to you patiently

Oh, love

So'lek

He's the only person that comes up to your mind, So'lek.

It's been months since you started to court each other, at the beginning cautiously until it became something natural that anyone could see; it didn't take long before it was "official", even if you didn't mate through tsaheylu or indulged in anything physical, you were each other's mate. It was a silent path, one that you both choose to walk together, slowly, with your own pace.

"Tamtey? Tamtey, are you listening?" Anqa snapped you out of your thoughts

She asked for your help with a gift for Priya, ofc you did help, that's what you always did.

You found yourself thinking about the humans' tradition during the day,

It could be fun

Why not?

So before you realized it, you found yourself wandering in the forest, searching for plants, fruits, meats... Anything that you could make into the perfect gift.

"Tamtey? I'm heading back home" So'lek's voice echoed in your ear through the com

Home, his hideout, or better your hideout

A place hidden in the fluctuating mountains where you were now used to spend your time, your days and nights.

"Ma So'lek, I'm coming late, I'm... Helping with some tech" you lied sheepishly, but he didn't question you, he never doubted you

You gathered everything that you needed: his favourite foods, some waving materials and dyes from the Aranahe. Flying back to So'lek you hid everything up on the hideout, where you hoped he couldn't find it.

You entered the cave, tail swishing happily to finally be with him and to have gathered everything you needed

"Ma' Tamtey" his deep voice reached you gently, his arms enveloped you from behind

You melted into his touch, muscles relaxing, body leaning into his

"So'lek" you purred sweetly

You turned around remaining in his grasp, his hands slid to the lower part of your back caressing it. You put your arms around his neck, a warm smile spread on your face, his face buried in the nape of your neck inhaling your scent

"I... Missed you" he admitted, not embarrassed, just uncertain about sharing his softer side

"I missed you too" your lips grazed his ear making it twitch lightly

The smell of Fruity Egg Fry reached your nose, your stomach reacted immediately with a loud sound that made both of you giggle. The rest of the night was slow, gentle, you ate together what he prepared and you talked about his day, the next missions and even of some drama you heard through the clans. When he fell asleep you cautiously sneak out to go marinate the meat you previously hunted during the day, you then reached for the materials you gathered and started to wave a complex chest piece. It took you so long, your hands cramping while the first lights of the day started to lighten the sky. You looked at the final result and tiredly smile, a proud satisfaction spread in your chest.

You hid everything, sneaking inside you found him already awake, he was preparing some herbal infusion. You tensed, the fear of being caught and couldn't make a proper surprise washing over your like a cold waterfall

"you didn't sleep tonight" he said calmly, you couldn't really understand if he was mad or he suspected anything

He stood up and and walked to you, the wooden cup full of infusion in his hand

"perhaps, this could help..." he interrupted you before you could say anything

His eyes softly looked at you, his hand caressed your tense neck and shoulder. You took the cup in your hand almost whispering a soft irayo(thanks) before you took a sip, the warm liquid relaxed your muscles instantly. Your first instinct was to apologize, you left him alone without any explanation, even if you were making something for him.

"Rest a bit, I'll go patrolling for a couple of hours" his nose brushing against your forehead before he left a soft kiss on it

You finished the infused drink while he headed out with Iley, your body finally allowed to rest collapsed on the hammock next to the low fire.

When you woke up you didn't find So'lek waiting for you, but you found a basket full of your favourite fruits. You wore your prettiest pieces, the soft colorful material enveloped every curve of your body showing more of what you were used to show.

Is this too much?

You frowned and looked at your reflection in the water, shining beads adorned your hair, the armband he gifted you months ago complimented your eyes perfectly with the light paint you put on your face and body.

"Tamtey can you come? We need some help with the kinglors" Teylan voice reached you through the com

Sure, you couldn't say no.

The moment you arrived at the Home tree you felt like more eyes were directed to you, you've always been used to curious gazes because of your clan, but this was different. The trip to the forest wasn't too long, you accompanied the Kinglors back to the forest safely; when you arrived back to home tree you didn't expect to find him, but Eywa apparently had her tricks to make your paths intertwine.

When his gaze fell on you he froze, the light of the day shading to the dark of the night, the fire reflected on your skin harmoniously making the beads shine and your eyes warm. Since the first day he met you, he tought you were beautiful, but now this was different, you looked almost ethereal in his eyes. He exhaled deeply the air he didn't realize he was holding, his eyes wandering over your skin, your bioluminescent pattern shone softly adorning your body perfectly

"Ma' So'lek! What are you doing here?" you walked to him feeling a hint of shyness

The way he looked at you burned your skin, you didn't mean him to see you there, it was a moment you wanted to share alone with him

"I... Brought some materials the clan needed" he stuttered, his mind focused on you and nothing else

"It is late now, you should go" Nefika's voice caught both of you by surprise

Her eyes shimmered, a knowing smile on her lips like she could see the tension between you two.

The ride home was quiet, Telisi and Iley gently flying through the dawn's lights. When you arrived you felt a little disappointed, you should have been home earlier and cooked the Sweet Meat Roast before he arrived, a surprise.

"Nga Lu... Narlor(you are... Beautiful)" his voice was warm, you ears twitched back for the unexpected words

You turned around slowly with a small pout in your lips, his brows furrowed and he leaned closer, his hand caressed your waist gently with a tighter grip than usual

"What is it?" He asked tilting his head

"No it's... Nothing" you tilted you head away trying to hide your pout, but he knew better

He put two fingers under your chin forcing your head towards him, his eyes stared into yours, demanding for an answer

"it's... It had to be a surprise" you whine, ears twitching back lightly "for San Valentine's day" you huffed feeling childish

"who is Valentine?" His brows furrowed, his fingers gently caressed your jaw "and why is it his day?"

"No- it's.. ugh. It's a... Human thing, a tradition of celebrating love" your eyes drifted away, a warm purplish color tinted your cheeks from embarrassment

He hummed, assimilating the new information.

You took a step back, already feeling stupid for just thinking about it being a good idea, you turned around making him face your back. He took a step forward, one of his hand closed gently around your wrist, the other slid on your stomach pulling you closer to him. His tail swished rhythmically behind his back in a slow curious way, his fingers grazing the thin material of your top piece that cascade on your stomach

"a surprise, you said?" a soft and low purr escaped his lips, the warmth of his body spreading to yours

Your stomach made a flip, shrivers run down your spine and the back of your thighs. Anticipation? Desire? Love?

You nodded with a small hum, your mouth felt surprisingly dry and the room extremely warm. His arms tightened around you, his forehead resting on your shoulder

"how often does humans celebrate this... Valentine's day?"

"I think, uh, once a year" your tail thumping nervously against his legs

"mh... That's a shame, if it means I can see you wearing this pretty srä (clothes) we should celebrate every day"

Oh, oh

His head tilted, his warm breath hit your neck with a slow rhythm. His lips grazed your skin, your breath hitched, one of your hand hold one of his that was laying on your abdomen.

"So'lek" a gentle plea

His hands slowly turned you around fo face him, his deep golden eyes were half lidded with a warmth you never saw before. It was like a magnet, you felt this deep instinct and need to feel him closer, as close as possible. It happened that you kiss before, gentle kisses exchanged during quiet nights, eclipses spent sleeping hugged, but this felt different. This kiss was messy, hungry, needed. His lips crushed against yours, his hands flying to your body, one hand on the back of your neck pulling you as close as possible, the other one grabbing your hips pushing your warm skin against his. You whined lightly, surprised but not disappointed in any way, your hands intertwined in his hair, the warmth in your body spreading dangerously from your chest. His tongue gently pressed against your lips, so this was new, the kiss now more intimate, more feverish.

He pulled back inhaling deeply, trying to regain some composure and do not let the hunger win him over. When he looked at you he had to hold back: you were panting, glossy eyes staring at him, hair messy and lips wet.

Beautiful, perfect.

You took a few seconds to regain a lil of composure

"That's... That's not the surprise tho" you said with a shy playful smirk

So'lek tilted his head, now confused? You bit your lip with a smile and took his hand guiding him where you actually hid the presents you made for him.

"Close your eyes" before he could say anything you insisted "cloose!" He obliged, the shadow of a smile on his face

You happily put the recipe your prepared into the cooking station before walking back to take the top piece you carefully made during the night.

The delicious smell started to spread in the room, So'lek remained with his eyes closed, his chest warming at the idea of you secretly preparing all this for him

"now you can open them"

He opened his eyes, in front of him a beautiful top piece waved with a fine technique, his eyes widened, his hands took it from you gently studying at it. So'lek has always worn his vest, the dog tags hanging on it remembering him the path he once choose; but now he had this in his hands. He could see the little details, the beads and the fabric meticulously waved together, you put your whole heart into it, for him.

"you don't have to wear it if you don't like it" your voice sounded small, a lil insecure

His eyes slid to you, the way you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, the anxious twitch of your tail

"I will wear it proudly yawne(beloved)"

JAKE SULLY:

your prisoner - mature content (18+)

happiness is simple - fluff

eye to eye - angst

baby (you're my lullaby) - fluff

who gives into all your wants - mature content (18+)

AO'NUNG TE TSIKA'U TONOWARI'ITAN:

reader sees ao'nung's new tattoo - fluff

TSIREYA TE TSIKA'U RONAL'ITE:

to be found...

TONOWARI TE TSIKA ARVAK'ITAN:

tonowari x reader - mature content (18+)

MILES QUARITCH:

sweet surrender - mature content (18+)

dangerous woman - mature content (18+)

molten sex - mature content (18+)

paternal quaritch - fluff

high as a kite - mature content (18+)

LO'AK TE SULI TSYEYK'ITAN:

to be found...

VARANG:

ignite the fire (ft. quaritch) - mature content (18+)

WUKULA:

unhinged raiders - mature content (18+)

It was something hot, almost physical, thrumming constantly beneath his blue skin stirring dangerously with his urge for dominance. It was what he called hate, revenge—so raw, perverse that it had become a necessity. From it came the blindness that kept him awake with every memory of his failure at Sully’s hands, a direct affront to his wounded pride. It was there that his rage found strength in control, in the urgency to prove that Miles was still the one set the pace. But unfortunately, on Pandora, everything intensified; this new body responded differently—more sensitive, more violent—as if every breath made him more impulsive, cruel... hungry.

The climate of the Mangkwan people awakened exactly that: more hate, heavy as armor. It was no longer an explosive anger; it was something far deeper, cultivated with who had gleefully joined his quest for revenge. But joy was something denied there. Everything was so lifeless, gray, colorless, trapped in a suffocating heat that mirrored every feeling he pondered internally. It was something in the air that felt strange; perhaps it was the metallic scent, or the ash that constantly drifted across the sky, making everything even denser. It was hard to name, but it stirred buried emotions.

Hate remained in control, but it wasn't alone. Beneath it, something more primal began to stir—slow and inevitable, like a body responding before the mind could grant permission. An addictive feeling that ignited like fire deep within him every time he caught a glimpse of you... always lurking like a functional shadow, with those lifeless eyes devoid of empathy, moving only when necessary, stopping when you wasn't called. You was helpful only in form, never in spirit. And that very "non-gesture" sparked a biological call within him—a primary need that didn't obey military logic or the discipline of the hate that had blinded him for so long. The predator in him remained alert, aware that his senses were adjusting to a different kind of survival, a different kind of prey that whetted a new kind of hunger.

Miles recognized the sensation from afar—not by practice, but by memory—like someone who understands the meaning of something before experiencing it. There was a constant restlessness, a strange heat in his lower abdomen that didn't ask for violence or immediate action, only presence... constant, irritating, exposing his deepest instincts and pushing him to complete cycles he hadn't chosen. He was like a juvenile organism learning to respond to its own internal workings. He wasn't ignorant—just physically inexperienced in that body—and every time you was near, that sensation organized itself, gaining direction. It was as if your body were the food he craved: graceful yet firm. Your hips were light, like a wind blowing in his direction, carrying an irresistible scent that made his mouth water and his body sweat with thoughts that flourished so suddenly they bypassed any restraint he tried to impose.

Like your presence cut through the air of the yurt like a sudden change in pressure. Suddenly, you was there—standing at the entrance, observing his naked body without haste or a trace of shyness. Miles, lying on the furs, remained motionless. His blue skin, still marked by the day’s heat, looked relaxed, but he noted with contained irritation and raw satisfaction the reason you was there, written all over you somberly beautiful face. Your gaze lingered over him as your made yourself at home, prowling the yurt Varang had granted him, as if the place were already known to you.

Without permission, you approached. Your steps were too light for such a brutal environment. Your fingertips felt like feathers against his chest, sliding up to his kuru, from the base to the end of the queue. It was as if something profoundly wrong—and inevitable—had been triggered. It wasn't a caress; it was a recognition. A brief, firm touch, too intimate to be innocent. Miles’s body responded before he could react, and suddenly there was a soft, low chuckle permeating the place. His senses sharpened with aggressive clarity as he looked at you, searching for answers.

— "Mhm... it works," You said simply, keeping your r fingers there a moment longer than necessary.

The silence that followed was heavy. Miles understood in that instant what your meant... how could he not, when his length was visibly hard? It was his body—inexperienced but alert—already knowing exactly what that proximity signified. Miles didn't pull away.

On the other way around—his fingers closed calmly around yours; they were too thin, too cold, too na'vi compared to his five human fingers. The difference didn't go unnoticed. He felt it. He liked it. The realization came with a strange sense of a silent satisfaction, as if that detail were one more proof that this new body still carried something old, something that knew exactly what it was doing.

And with that, he pulled you, Not with force—but enough to break the distance you maintained by choice, not out of fear. And when you sat there, in his lap, there was a certain type of restraint he had only felt when he was still human; and that restraint was too much to maintain a mask of neutrality. Your weight against his body and his hardness made the air feel even denser. Miles kept his gaze fixed on yours, attentive to every micro-reaction, every involuntary adjustment of your posture, every second longer you took to move away.

— "You walk in without warning..." his voice came out low, raspy with something other than exhaustion. "Touch what you shouldn't..."

His thumb slid slowly over your knuckles. A small, calculated gesture.

— "...it's not just curiosity!"

There was a smirk there. Not kind, nor too provocative; just aware. Miles wasn't lost in the sensation—he was testing limits, as he always had, only now the battlefield was different. His body reacted, but his mind remained sharp, observing how you breathed differently, how you didn't get up, how you didn't release his hand. — "Cause you sat down," he added, leaning in a bit more. "So you know exactly what you came looking for."

The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was your loud, somewhat innocent laugh—but of innocence, there was none in her. And that made him smirk his ears perked at the sound of your shrill, somber giggle, which for a single instant made him understand why Jake betrayed his own race. A little thing, so feigned innocent, could make anyone lose their mind. Your laughter dissolved slowly, like hot smoke in the stifling air of the yurt. You was in no hurry to answer when tilted your head slightly, studying his face too closely, like someone considering something they’ve already decided to possess—they just haven't said it out loud yet.

— "Curiosity..." Your repeated, dragging out the word, almost tasting it. "It is what you tawtute call it when you don't want to admit something else."

Your fingers moved slightly, not to pull away, but to settle deeper into his hand, as if that contact had been accepted long ago. Your gaze didn't drop immediately; it stayed locked on his, testing if he would look away first. He didn't.

— "Varang said you were dangerous," You continued, in a tone far too casual for the moment. "But she didn't mention you being... interesting."

You leaned in closer, until the distance vanished entirely as you settled over him, straddling him without hesitation or excuse. It wasn't a delicate seduction; it was a silent challenge.— "And now," You added, her voice low, almost intimate, "I wanted to see if what woke up inside you..."

A brief, sharp, conscious look dipped down to his naked body, already knowing exactly the effect you was having.

— "...can easily quench the fire inside me."

The silence that followed was pure provocation; an action that made Miles lean in first by instinct, not by haste. There was something almost restrained in the gesture, as if part of him were still observing from the outside, considering his own decision even as he executed it. But when their lips met again, there was no rehearsed delicacy now. There was weight. Heat. A silent impact that rippled through his new body with unexpected intensity, making him thrum beneath you. And for a brief second, he expected resistance.

It didn't come.

You responded with the same dark firmness that marked everything about you—not receding, not surrendering immediately, but accepting, adjusting to the contact like someone recognizing an ancient language. When you tongue found his, slow and sure, Miles felt a shock, almost an irritated one, run down his spine. It wasn't unfamiliarity—it was surprise.

He hadn't expected that. There was something profoundly human in that gesture, something he carried in his memory as practice, not as a possibility here. The body reacted with a minimal delay, as if it were learning too fast as your tongue slid against his. The pressure increased, and his hand squeezed your hip with violence—but without the intent to hurt—and he felt how much you liked it. You followed every change, every adjustment, every hesitation he wouldn't allow himself to show.

To you, the kiss wasn't a discovery—it was a provocation. A silent game where the danger wasn't in the touch, but in how much he responded; and Miles responded on autopilot, following instinct like a wolf that has lost its teeth but never its scent. But the air between them grew short. Not for lack of breath, but because of the density of the moment. When he finally pulled back enough to face you, your gaze was darker, more attentive—not satisfied, but extremely stimulated. You returned to kissing, nibbling, licking the curve of his neck with a certain fury that broke his last restraint, making Miles release his breath in a low, raspy sound, as if you had touched something too deep to be ignored. The body reacted before he could reorganize his control—not in confusion, but in recognized hunger.

— "Fuck..." escaped him, almost a contained growl.

His head tilted slightly, offering the angle without being asked, while the hand on you back go lower, firm, guiding the movement of yiur hips, marking the rhythm as if saying without words: like this. His own hips also moved almost without him realizing, rising in search of more; an instinctive adjustment that made it clear how involved the body was now. There was no more attempt to hide the reaction. His hand moved up at once, firm, closing around the side of your body—not to push away, but to anchor your. His fingers made their presence known on the straps of your loincloth,, as if he needed to remind you that he now required more than just attention on his neck. It was a silent understanding that made yur chuckle softly, satisfied, when his nose brushed against the skin of your shoulders—not as a caress, but as a marking of territory. An almost animalistic gesture, loaded with intent, that made you pull back and stare at him with a smirk. It wasn't a sweet smile—it was slow, satisfied, almost cruel, revealing your fangs for an instant, too white against the ash-marked skin. Miles's eyes flared when you stayed close enough for him to feel the heat of your breath mixing with his.

— "Take it off, sky man..." It was lowly, you voice heavy with desire.

The word didn't sound like a hollow provocation. And his movement was neither slow nor calculated; Miles’s hand closed on the fabric with brute force, without care, without hesitation. There was a second of resistance—the cloth stretched, tense—and then the dry sound cut through the air of the tent.

Tear.

The noise was harsh, loud enough to echo off the walls of leather and bone, an aggressive snap that broke the heavy silence like a blow. The fibers shattered all at once, yielding under his strength, and the piece of cloth was ripped away without ceremony, still warm from your body. He didn't look at what he had done.

He simply flicked his wrist and tossed the loincloth aside, letting it fall into a corner of the yurt with a light thud. The cloth lay there, discarded on the floor, forgotten the same instant it left his hand. It was intense enough to mark the moment, because you inhaled in an immediate reflex, your body tensing for a second, pure surprise crossing your face. It wasn't fear—it was the shock of the unexpected, of the strength that asked for no permission beyond the word you had spoken. Your eyes widened for just an instant before something else emerged there, it was a short, raspy chuckle escaped, almost incredulous—not just at the brutality of him tearing the loincloth as you had ordered, leaving you naked just like him under your, but at the contact that finally came. Intimacy meeting intimacy: hard, wet, pulsing with an excitement that was read not only in their eyes but in each of their bodies. Miles didn't pull back either, but he gasped when you was the one to move her hips forward and backward slowly, as if you didn't know what you was doing. And that made him laugh at you feigned innocence again when you murmured soft.

— "Like this?..."

Miles responded with a low sound from the back of his throat—it wasn't a full laugh, but something close to it. A recognition. A reaction just as false as yours.

— "No," He said, his voice deep and precise, just like the palm of his hand that covered one of her ass cheeks with disere, touch hard. He used the grip to move her hips harder, faster, creating that wet, hot friction of you pulsing core against his cock—which was harder than it had ever been before...And then came a gasp from you, along with that silly little giggle when you tilted her head slightly, studying him for a second longer. Then you leaned you hand against his chest and pushed him back—not with excessive force, but with enough decision to make it clear it wasn't a request.

— "Lie down," You ordered, simple and direct.

There was a brief, loaded silence, but Miles did not deny you; there was a certain excitement in doing what he was told. He held your gaze for another moment before yielding to the movement, reclining slowly—not out of submission, but because he chose to permit it. The gesture was calculated, tense, like a predator who accepts to observe before attacking and that is what he did. His calloused palm slid up your ribs, tracing them at the same rhythm you moved your hips against his, focusing, delighting only in the sensation of how your cunt slid over his hard shaft, fluidly.

To you, it was as if his cock had been perfectly made to fit the curve of your lower lips, as if the slightly curved tip of his cock were made especially to stimulate your clit with every movement of your hips. A It was quite a scene, Miles admitted. It was intoxicating, the way you was using him for your own pleasure, the way you didn't fully moan—it was just a low, pleasurable hiss that turn on him even more just to hear. It made him almost desperate to hear more and that desperation made him pull hard at the thin strips of cloth covering your breasts, tearing them just as he had done with the loincloth.

This time, however, the air caught in his throat. Your breasts were exposed—firm like the rest of your body—but his pupils dilated at the sight of the jewelry glinting. It was just a piece of metal piercing a single nipple; he made a point to touch it with his fingertips, to squeeze. And then, finally, a long, dragged-out moan came from you, making your chest arch forward. His cock trobs inside the heat of her your iner cunt lips again and again not just at the discovery, or the sound of you, or the fact that you was still moving your hips, but because he was now hyper-aware of every detail about you—things that had gone unnoticed because he had been too focused on the sensation, barely controlling himself and then when he finally looked down, he noticed a slightly larger, transverse metal piercing your clit.

Immediately, he gripped your hips, stopping you movements; his thumb went there instantly, touching... swollen, Miles thought instinctively, his tongue licking his lips at the dirty ideas that clouded his mind.

— "What a dirty little thing you are," He murmured, his voice thick with arousal, moving his thumb precisely in circular motions.

It was only to see how you would react, but when you practically melted at his touch, hissing softly, Miles smirked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It wasn't a laugh of tease or mockery; it was just that kind of satisfaction that takes hold of any man when a female reacts that way and he is the reason. And certainly, it brought a kind of power that made his body burn from the inside, as if an ignition had been lit. Now there was a great urgency looming over him: to hear more, see more, feel more... to know what it would be like to accommodate his thick shaft, finally inside her; to know what it would be feel a woman again after so many long years. The longing to feel such a sensation again was extreme, but it was put on hold; there was another more urgent desire that made his hand grip his own hard, trobing shaft against his palm when you moved your hips back, giving him space....An uníssono gasp hung in the place. It was as if the air had evaporated from your lungs, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of him, touch himself, taking pleasure in the sensation of his own palm sliding up and down his cock slowly. The tips of his fingers grew slightly tacky from the natural lubrication leaking from the tip, leaking more when you provided an unexpected, hesitant stimulus there, it made Miles stop for a second because a shudder too strong ran down his spine in pure pleasure. Although the gesture wasn't entirely welcome, you keep just a little longer before pulling your finger away, bringing it to your lips with a certain urgency, tasting him..... A pause. Miles watched you intently, his hand hold hard his cock slightly in expectation. Yes, he wanted to know the verdict. And soon he laughed when your tongue circled and licked your fingers without stopping; yiur cunt clenching around nothing leaving a wet trail on his thighs.

— "You like it like that, don't you, you dirty little thing!" It wasn't a question, but the answer came anyway when he felt her walls clench around nothing with more force, again and again.

Your hips began to move again, straddling his thigh mercilessly, and that made him laugh. His free hand pinched your pierced nipple between his fingers hard, making you melt again, it was clear that you liked it that way; it was written all over your face, in body slightly bending as he rubbed her nipple between his fingers once mlre. It was so pleasurable that you needed to seek support, resting your palm on his sweaty chest. He waited for your to move your hips in the way that satisfied you, then returned to giving his own cock greedy, anxious, sloppy attention that made the air in the tent even more stifling. The sound of wetness, of gasps, groans, hisses, and the sound of his cock fuck his own fist made his stomach churn with need.

— "I'll cum like this, sweetheart…" When he spoke, his voice was low, far too controlled for someone on the verge of losing it.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him. The silence that followed was dense, alive, as if the air itself had learned to watch. Your held his gaze without haste, but the movements of your hips gradually stopped. Your hand wrapped around his shaft with force, making Miles almost choke as he pulled his hand away and let you do as you pleased.

— "No." It was simple, direct. You leaned in a little more, enough so that there was no space left between their faces. Locking eyes with him, Miles knew what your wanted, and a smirk grew on his face—not a gentle one, but a famished one.

— "You want it inside," He said finally. "Go ahead."

And there, in that tiny space between decision and action, the action happened. Your hips moved forward; you rose, guiding his shaft to the sticky open of your cunt. He expected a provocation, but it didn't come; you went straight for it, lowered yourself, the tip of his cock forcing its way into you who let out an extremely loud gasp took every inch of his cock tha disappearing completely inside you. Your cunt warm, wet, tightly clenching so hard him that made him throw his head back. The memory finally became reality: hot, tight, deliciously good. It sent him into ecstasy, his mind going blank as he struggled simply not to come. Miles couldn't see because his eyes were closed; he couldn't hear because he was focused on maintaining self-control; he only felt—an indescribable, burning, welcoming pleasure every time you raised your hips, leaving only the tip inside her before lowering again. The movements were repetitive but precise, the sensation was indescribable, even more so when you moved your hips in a circular motion. Ah, that made Miles's head spin openimg his eyes to gaze at you, a satisfied growl resonated from deep in his throat at the sight of you there: both palms on his chest, your arms making your breasts look more curved and full; the piercing in the nipple glinting from the sweat dripping from your neck; her feet on either side of his narrow waist.

You wasn't just straddling him now; you was sitting, providing a perfect view of the glinting metal on your swollen nerve bundle , of your cunt hole swallowing his cock shaft, now with a milky ring around it marked by her arousal, which seemed to increase with every movement, very time you began to take him faster, gasping, moaning his name loudly, Miles found himself gripping both her ankles tightly as he thrust his hips upward to meet yours. Hard, deep, that was how his thrusts were now, hitting that spongy spot inside that made your mouth fall open slightly, your pupils dilating as you clenched around him with force, moaning.

— "Oh…" It didn't come out whole; it was broken. It escaped first too low to be intentional, but then: — "Like that!"

It was dragged out, but it vibrated in the back of your throat, as if the air had been pulled in too fast and didn't know how to get back out. The sound failed in the middle, turning into hot, irregular breathing. Miles felt even more satisfied, thrusting deep, resting completely inside for a second before fucking again in a sloppy, desperate way.

He admitted it—it was too much temptation to see your chest rising and falling, to hear the deep, slow sounds that escaped him in an almost inaudible "mmh...".

It was quite a physical blow that made him lock his jaw for a second; his breathing grew tense as his mind went blank. A delicious, aching pain stung the back of his neck, leaving him so dizzy that it took him a moment to understand, to see his kuru braided into your fist as you pulled hard once more. You voice was dragged out, breathless, just like your body, which looked as if it would collapse on top of him at any moment. It was clear you was still trying to keep her legs open as she bounce on his cock, but your knees seemed to have a life of their own as they tried to close; and Miles, with his hand still on your ankles, kept you open, letting you take him, letting your walls clench his shaft with spasms. Another tug on his kuru, and this time Miles hissed in disapproval... a growl that came out firm but sounded more like a plea.

— "Fuck... fuck me, sky man!"

No other words needed to be said. Miles returned to thrusting fast and hard before he could formulate any thought. He followed on autopilot, eyes fixed on every action, on your body, on how you gasped when he released one of your ankles and brought his fingers to your neglected clit stimulating it with force. And that was all it took: you arched, mouth slightly open, but no sound came out. No words were needed to know that you had finally reached the peak. The most erotic sight he had ever seen spoke for itself; your walls squeezing him with force spoke for itself. Not only did it speak, it made him feel hot inside with the thought that pushed him closer and closer to the edge, matter how much he tried not to go there, Miles wanted to enjoy every last drop. But not just him; even with almost no strength left, trembling on his cock with every thrust, you still had the strength to pull his braid,undoing the knot. It happened suddenly, and there was no way to control it; the rhythm of his hips faltered, he threw his head back and growled loudly as he felt the hot jet of his seed spray inside your used cunt without stopping. It was a delicious mix of finally losing himself to his orgasm and still being sucked in by sunch a greedy cunt hole, which drank every last drop before yiu climbed off him and lay down by his side. His cock, still half-hard, rested on his abs leaving the traces of his cum there... the traces that also dripped from you made him smirk slightly.

Written in the Stars by @eywaseclipse 🥀

Warnings: Angst, violence against children, women, major character death, and eventual smut

Synopsis: The series takes place over the course of the events in Way of Water with the author's own interpretation and artistic license.

"Promises" by @scorpiomoon-444

Warnings: use of y/n, human-to-navi reader, best friends-to-lovers trope, very slow-burn trope, angst, yearning, jealousy, emotional intensity, mentions of blood/injury and trauma, childhood loss and grief, parental death references, danger/near-death scenes, mentions of cultural/physical differences, cultural coming-of-age elements & mild use of explicit language

Synopsis: A human girl grows up alongside the Sully children, forging a slow-burn bond with her best friend, neteyam. this story explores belonging, yearning, and loyalty as they navigate identity, danger, and a bond neither can deny.

Infuriatingly Infuriating by @lacethighs

Warnings: no use of y/n

Synopsis: The olo’eyktan’s oldest daughter finds herself falling for Toruk Makto’s infuriatingly charming eldest son.

I See You by @hwnig

Warnings: jealous!Neteyam, a little bit angry!Neteyam, confession, possessive!Neteyam, yandere!Neteyam, fluff

Synopsis: In which Neteyam gets jealous about the reader having a lot of suitors, as he wants her for himself.

Like Real People Do by @dasvidny4

Warnings: atwow spoilers, friends to lovers, plot, slow burn, mutual pining, avoidant!reader, usual older sibling activity, touchy-feely!neteyam, miscommunication, hurt & comfort, light angst

Synopsis: Amid the demands of being the olo’eyktan’s eldest daughter and a tsahìk-in-training, you find unexpected rest in the company of Toruk Makto’s eldest son.

Echoes of the Sky by @sennaas

Warnings: angst, suicidal tendencies, slow burn, emotional distress

Synopsis: Reborn by Eywa and stranded between worlds, she doesn’t belong anywhere. Lo’ak doesn’t like her—he just recognizes the look in her eyes. Some stories don’t repeat. They echo.

But We're Different by @nyctophicbtch

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, kissing, slightly suggestive

Synopsis: Some boys in the clan weren’t too friendly. They’d somehow convinced Lo’ak that you, a human, would never choose an outcast, let alone a Na’vi, as your mate. You were left to figure out why he was unusually pulling away from you so much.

Where the Tide Keeps Us by @itzj4ylene

Warnings: loss of homeland, references to RDA violence, emotional distress, cultural displacement

Synopsis: When the RDA destroys your home, you are sent to the Metkayina for protection. As the Tsakarem of the Ta’unui, you are placed under Tonowari and Ronal’s care to continue your training. Ao’nung is assigned to help you adapt. He tells himself it’s just duty. Just proximity. But grief has a way of binding people together, and the ocean keeps you closer than either of you expected.

Like He Doesn't Care At All by @itzj4ylene

Warnings: mild emotional tension, jealousy, pouting Ao’nung, teasing

Synopsis: Ao’nung swears he doesn’t care who trains with you. He really does. Or at least that’s what he tells himself while he avoids you, answers in short words, and sulks like it isn’t painfully obvious. Watching someone else stand where he’s always stood messes with him more than he wants to admit.

Mixed Feelings by @neteyamslovrr

Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers (sorta), kissing, cultural displacement

Synopsis: Ao’nung is having mixed feelings about the second eldest sully, toruk makto’s first daughter, you, he should hate you just like he does the rest so why does he need to be close to you.

Unamed by @willoweclipsepirate

Warnings: kissing, suggestive, small argument

Synopsis: After an exhausting hunt, Aonung accidentally falls asleep on his rival's shoulder.

Blurred Fate by @fungateshortcakes 🥀 🤍

Warnings: description of blood, description of injuries, na'vi language, reader is a healer, mention of death, future smut, possible afaa spoilers

Synopsis: You save a stranger who fell from the sky, but at what cost?

A Mother's Love by @trashshifter 🥀 🤍

Warnings: war, violence, smut, slow burn, spoilers for all Avatar movies, PTSD mentions, military inaccuracies, depression, RDA is a warning in itself lol, loss of virginity (twice technically??)

Synopsis: You were already seen as odd; someone your age should have a mate and even children by now, but you didn't. You told others that you liked coming home to no mess or arguing with someone. What you didn't tell them was how lonely you got on certain nights. All that seemed to change as your olo’eyktan, Jake Sully, gave you the task of raising a child. A human child named Spider. What could go wrong?

Tending to Your Wounds by @nakedinthetrees 🥀

Warnings: FEM!SarentuPOV, Tamtey name drop for reader, somewhat of an age gap, mentions of rut and heat cycles, alien genitalia descriptions, brief mentions of anxiety + past trauma, use of Na'vi dialog, vulgar language, oral!fem receiving, P in V/m&f intercourse, alien mating, knotting/knot play, use of pet names

Synopsis: A month after So'lek's disappearance, you go out to find him, only to discover something lurking in that cave.

Ashamed by @neteyamslovrr

Warnings: making out, slightly steamy, grief, guilt, angst, lots of shame (duh), fluff eventually

Synopsis: So'lek has had everything ripped from him, his clan, his family, the life he knew. he has sworn himself a life of vengeance until a certain avatar destroys everything he knew about himself.

Age Gap by @sarasarami10

Warnings: Age Gap, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Emotional Restraint, Unspoken Feelings, Miscommunication, Quiet Angst, SFW

Synopsis: So’lek is more than a decade older, a mentor and protector who has taken the Sarentu’s survival upon himself. Wanting Tamtey feels like a failure of restraint, something he tells himself he cannot allow—no matter how often their closeness slips through the cracks. As she grows more certain of what she feels, he convinces himself that distance is the only way to keep her safe, even if it means walking away from something neither of them has named yet.

Blades and Bonds by @neteyamslovrr

Warnings: fem!sarentu reader x so'lek, from the ashes spoilers, wukula, forced tsaheylu, knifes, blood, violence, weird power dynamics from wukula coz duh, angst, fluff, trauma, nightmares,

Synopsis: Wukula is as sadistic as any mangkwan. But he has no limits when it comes to revenge. With So'lek's precious Sarentu in his grasp, he has no restraint to what he will do to achieve what he is owed, and So'lek will stop at nothing to make sure you are safe.

Warrior of the Stars by @omgkatherine01 🤍

Warnings: major angst, trauma, major character death, canon rewrite

Synopsis: Born and raised for eight years in the Sarentu Clan, Neyara, her older sister, Aha'ri, and other Na'vi children were kidnapped by RDA forces, led by John Mercer and Angela Harding, after their clan was attacked. They were forced to participate in the Ambassador Program, raised as if they were human, and groomed to turn against their own species. But after John Mercer shot and killed her sister in front of her and their friends, Neyara was no longer the gentle and quiet Na'vi; she grew to hate and swore deep down that she would get revenge for her family and Clan, even if it killed her.

I See You by @omgkatherine01 🥀

Warnings: the timeline of the first Avatar (2009)