Sticky Rice. [18+]

sticky rice. [18+]

pairings. neteyam!twins x fem!reader

warnings. swearing, smut, use of the word slut, degradation, slapping, smutty smut.

a/n. based on these pictures because OH MY LAWDDD.

- @cinetrix

- @cinetrix

- "she said she wish there was two of me."

"Fuck, brother. If I knew she was this loud, I would've stuffed my loincloth in her fucking mouth." A voice grunted, large hands planted on your waist.

As the figure bent you over with one hand at the back of your neck, your cheek mushed onto the mossy ground. With a harsh thrust, they chuckled teasingly as you whimpered quietly.

A deep chuckle erupts from above you, a soft hand placed on your cheek, soon tangled in your hair pulling your head to meet his gaze.

"I'm sure Mother has told you how to treat a woman properly, hasn't she, To'owan?" Neteyam says to his brother, To'owan. Neteyam smirks at your submissive figure, teary eyes and puffed-up cheeks. He gets on his knees to face you properly, while To'owan grabs the back of your hair, pulling harshly for your back to meet his chest.

Your drunken lustful eyes gazed strongly at the figure who kneeled before you.

"Too much of a slut that you need me here to watch you get fucked, baby?" Neteyam smirked, his hand trailing up your waist to lightly slap your face. He chuckles when he hears you whimper.

To'owan groans when he feels you clench around his member. One hand is wrapped around your stomach and the other stays wrapped in your hair. You moan slightly when his lips leave soft and delicate kisses along your decorated neck.

"Move along, Wan. You've had your fun," To'owan glares at his brother when he was enjoying his sweet time with you.

To'owan rolls his eyes before tapping your thigh to lean forward. Doing so, he teasingly pulls out of your nectar, watching you squirm at the feeling. Slapping your ass harshly while he chuckles.

"Come here," Neteyam nods his head, his thick member poking through his awfully tight loincloth. With weak legs, you slowly crawl over to Neteyam's kneeled figure. To'owan's eyes trailed up your thighs and to your cum filled pussy, his white residue running down your thigh, causing him to chuckle at your weak attempt at crawling.

You lean your cheek on Neteyam's thigh, whining at him to take his cloth off. He sits you comfortably on his lap, each hand wrapping around your waist. "How bad do you need it, Sevin? [pretty]"

"So bad," you whine, rolling your bareness on his covered member.

Neteyam leans back a little, with enough space for your hands to touch the straps of his loincloth. Letting you, his sweet, pretty girl, take the lead. Knowing you were sore from the previous rounds. Knowing how rough you liked it when his brother was on you, mercilessly on your pretty behind. He loved it when you fucked yourself on his dick.

"Then go on, baby, that dick is all yours."

Courting

characters: neteyam, lo’ak, tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo

gender neutral reader

content warning: fluff

synopsis: how they court you

neteyam

mainly hunts and fishes for you

it’s something that not only displays his skill and gives a reason as to why he would be a good mate but also provides for you and acts as a gift

he wanted to court you in the most efficient way possible, while still showing he cared

he also wanted to be traditional

delivers his kills with a beaming smile

softly compliments your hair, your eyes, your clothing, your jewelry, anything and everything

this was also something that was thought through

he was worried that while hunting for you was very effective, it wasn’t personal enough

so he makes sure to compliment you to make up for the lack

you hear a loud thud behind you and slightly jump. upon turning around you see neteyam proudly smiling over yet another skinned, cut, deboned, and nicely packaged animal. you can always tell how much effort he puts into delivering them to you, making sure you have to put minimal effort into preparing them to be eaten. you grin at his gift.

“another? at this rate i will have enough meat to feed the entire clan,” an exaggeration of course. he was very careful not to give you too much so that none was wasted.

“yes another,” he still wears his bright smile, though now it’s more lovey. his yellow eyes lock with yours, the soft look in them causing a calming warmth to flow through your body, “it gives me an excuse to visit the most beautiful being in the village.”

your smile widens as you lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. he hums in content and subconsciously leans toward you.

“you still do not have to hunt for me as often as you do neteyam. i appreciate it very much, but i don’t want to keep you,” now standing chest to chest with him.

“hush. i must show you that i am a good provider. and seeing you always makes my days better.”

pulling back, you speak once more, “you will see me a lot more once we are mates,” you smile smugly at his wide eyes. darting just out of his reach when he comes to his senses, moving to grab you, and giggling as he pulls you into his chest by your waist.

lo’ak

gives you trinkets and gifts

they’re always personal

your favorite color, your favorite smell, your favorite flower

it shows he listens and retains what you tell him

will come up to you after hunting or flying and give you a flower or pretty rock he found

he eats up your exited and grateful face after he presents the small gifts to you

he will occasionally hunt for you, but he can tell by your reactions that you appreciate the thoughtful gifts more

he also makes sure to spend lots of time with you

he wants you to know he’s there for you

a give the love you want to receive type

you could tell from the exited speaking and sound of flapping ikran wings that the hunting party had returned. you elect to finish your task before going to greet them. just as you’re wrapping up, you hear footsteps approaching you. you think nothing of it until a beautiful rock, appearing to have glittering crystals embedded in it, is placed on top of your workspace. when you lift your eyes you see lo’ak. standing before you, still decked in his hunting garb with a soft smile on his face. you can’t help the smile that grows on your own.

“thank you lo’ak, it’s breathtaking.”

“i am glad you like it,” he moves to sit next to you. staring at your expression as you turn the rock over in your hands. “i found it when tracking in the woods, i thought you would enjoy it.”

“i do. i must find a place for it where it stands out,” your eyes leave the gift for a moment to lock with his before you turn to rest your head on his shoulder. still rotating the rock to admire it from every angle.

he speaks after a few moments of silence, “how has your day been?”

you softly laugh at the question, “i should be asking you that, you were the one who went hunting. i have just been here all day.” you twist your head, still resting on his shoulder, to look at his face.

“still, i want to hear about it.”

“only if you tell me about yours after,” you propose.

“done.”

his soft expression never leaves as you tell him about your uneventful day. assuring himself that he will officially ask you to be his mate soon.

tsireya

makes you matching jewelry

emphasis on matching

she weaves you colorful bracelets and intricate necklaces

she sews you beaded arm bands and carves charms out of wood

she spends hours upon hours perfecting every detail to make sure it’s perfect for you

and when she gifts it to you she always has her own on

“i thought it would be cute if we matched”

it fills her with pride to see that every day you wear at least one of the pieces she has made for you

it also makes her a tad bit happy that if others pick up on the fact that you match they may know you are taken (almost) but she will never admit that

“dearest!”

recognizing the sweet voice you smile. your eyes search the beach until they land on tsireya, practically skipping her way over to you with her hands behind her back. you know what that means, and your smile widens at the realization.

you speak once she is only a few feet from you, “hi tsi!”

“close your eyes,” she says as she moves to kneel across from you.

having done this more times than you can count, you instantly do as she says. preparing for her to place whatever jewelry she has made for you wherever its supposed to rest on your body. you feel her cool fingers on your skin as she gently ties a necklace around you neck. quickly followed by a soft, “do not open them yet.” and of course, you do as told. this is typically when she puts her own jewelry on, not wanting to spoil the surprise before giving you yours. “now you may open them!”

the excitement in her voice makes a soft warm feeling flow through you. opening your eyes and looking down at yourself, you spot the necklace. at the center rests a sun shaped charm carefully carved out of wood. the string on the necklace is lined with very small yellow and teal beads, and evenly spaced from the center are two smaller sun charms. you look up to find her own necklace is almost the same, only with moon charms instead of suns and dark blue instead of yellow beads.

“you always tell me that i am like the sun. and i feel that if i am the sun then you are my moon, so i thought it would be nice to have something to remind us of each-other when we are apart,” she explains.

touched, you quickly pull her in for a tight hug. you bury your face in the crook of her neck before speaking, “it is so beautiful tsireya. i do not think i will ever take it off. thank you.”

“of course dearest. anything for you.” and you don’t have to look up to know that she is beaming with joy and love.

ao’nung

flirts with you. like a lot

like every time he sees you

winking, lingering touches, compliments. you name it, he does it

which would be a great indicator of his interest if he wasn’t a natural flirt

he is much much more flirty with you than others

but you don’t pay enough attention to the flirting to notice because you’ve already written it off in your head

but, the moment he realized his feelings for you he began working on a gift

a beautiful headpiece with pearls and small shells swirled in intricate patterns

but he spoke not a word of it to you until he presented it

you stood in the secluded part of the beach ao’nung had asked you to meet him, wide eyed, lips parted, as you stare at the most gorgeous headpiece you’ve ever seen that he holds delicately between his fingers and extends out to you. his confidence begins to chip away with every moment you stand there saying absolutely nothing. honestly he doesn’t know if you’re still breathing.

he clears his throat and rolls his shoulders, “if you do not like it you do not have to accept it,” he speaks, beginning to pull the headpiece away.

this snaps you out of your trance. you let out a sharp squeak that sounds like “no!” and pull his hand back by his wrist. wary to touch the beautiful object he holds. “i..i was just surprised…”

you finally look at his face to find him staring at you like you’re the stupidest thing on the island. “hah?!? what do you mean ‘you were surprised’? i made my feelings for you very clear!” his face slightly flushes at the end of his sentence, his tone is accusatory but still much softer than you’ve heard him speak to others.

you smile a bit at his flustered face but try to suppress it to save his feelings, as you know he will be embarrassed. “i…guess i did not pick up on it. i am sorry,” you stroke your thumb where it rests against the inside of his wrist, “the headpiece is beautiful, i love it. could you please put it on me?”

his confident smile is back. he tugs you closer to him with his free hand, forcing you to bump into his chest. he tilts your head up and gently places the headpiece, that looks suspiciously like a crown, on your head. he holds your face in his hands once it’s in the correct position and places a kiss on your forehead, “beautiful.”

rotxo

he constantly checks up on you

he also brings you things he thinks you might need, and does small things for you so you don’t have to

if you have been working all day and he thinks you may not have had time to eat he will visit you to bring you food and make sure you rest

he will style your hair for you if he notices you’re tired

it really shows that he cares for you and your well being

that would have been more than enough for you to say yes to being his mate on its own

but how he officially asks you is by taking you to a small area on the island where he goes to be alone

sharing a spot so precious to him with someone makes him feel very vulnerable, but he thinks you’re worth it

you stare in awe at the beautiful bioluminescent glow of the plant life surrounding the small pool and below the surface of the water. when rotxo had asked you to join him for a walk so he could, in his words, “talk to you about something important” you didn’t expect him to take you somewhere like this.

“what do you think?” you could hear the nervousness in his voice

your voice is breathy when you answer him, “it…it is so stunning.” you lightly brush you hand along the plants lining the rocks.

after a few moments, you come back to reality. slowly turning to him while your eyes still dance along the glowing life, “what was it you wanted to talk about?” your eyes finally landed on him at the end of your sentence, and you found yourself smiling at how nervous he looked. you took his hands in yours, “what do you look so nervous for?” you tilt your head, teasing smile on your face, “you know i do not bite.”

“i-i know! i just- i am not sure how you are going to react.”

“if this is about what i am almost positive you would only take someone to a place this close to your heart for, then you have nothing to worry about.”

you can see the tension leave his shoulders as he releases a long sigh. meeting your eyes with a much more relaxed expression and a loving smile.

and you think, this boy is going to be the death of me.

realest shit

I be saying "I ain't reading alat" during school but at home I be reading avatar fanfics with 20k words

My Mighty Warrior [2]

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pairing: neteyam x reader

summary: you're left in solitude because your main friendship group of three are busy training the sully's about the metkayinan way. finding your time alone rather sad, you made your own way to see at least one of your friends, that being your best friend. being able to ease your tensed up friend, his anger soon returns when a 'freak' interrupts the both of you.

warnings: contains swearing and a meanie ao'nung.

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it had been a few days since the sully family had arrived on the island of awa'atlu. during those days, you and your three close friends hadn't hung out together as they were busy training the newcomers on the metkayina way. beneficially, it did give you time to yourself because of how used you were to ao'nung barging in your marui just to lay with you. or tsireya running into your pod squealing at yet another boy who had asked if they can court her. or how rotxo would randomly come in while his mouth is stuffed with food, asking the most stupid questions you have ever heard like,

"hey, you reckon fish can drown?"

"if you get your leg cut off, where are you gonna feel the pain?"

"technically - hear me out - if i kissed ao'nung, it wouldn't be me being gay. it would be me just showing my love. like how i kiss my grandmother on the cheek, right?"

yes, rotxo was one of those friends. every day, you either had one of them in your marui or all three of them at once. but apart from that, despite the peace and quiet that you longed for, you realised that you hated it. you missed your best friends. so you made it a plan to go see them yourself. and that's exactly what you did.

before making your way out, you left out your long, curly hair that touched the back of your knees. the hair most metkayinan girls in your village had, yet yours was longer and bounced gracefully with every step you took. it was a painful experience when it came to brushing it, but your childhood years helped when you were sat down by your mother, who nearly ripped off your damn head when brushing through the thick curls you owned. you put half of your hair up in a ponytail with a vine stitched with pearls ao'nung had made for you. leaving half of your hair down, resting on your shoulders. spraying a mist of sweetly crushed herbs tsireya had mixed for your birthday, a few eclipses ago. with a few final touches, you slid on the armcuff rotxo crafted. you appreciated everything your friends made you, making sure to wear them anywhere you went. even if you were just going out to get some fresh air. everything they gave to you meant the whole world.

with a bright smile decorating your face, you made your way to the familiar figure you missed. making your way behind ao'nung, wrapping your arms around his waist. the tight hold you had on him made him gasp. you felt him tense up while a small laugh left your mouth. recognising your voice, you felt him relax into your soothing touch. hearing him chuckle deeply, turning around to meet your shorter body. intertwining his fingers with yours, holding them up as he kissed your knuckles, causing you to silently laugh at the ticklish feeling.

physical touch between you and ao'nung was nothing new. you did start to notice as you were slowly maturing, that hugs between you two were becoming longer. sitting on his lap while he had his arms around your waist. all the nicknames he gave you, always starting with the word 'my'. cuddling up when it got too cold, as if the hundreds of folded blankets in the corner of his marui were non-existent. times spent in each other's maruis also started to become sleepovers, even without tsireya and rotxo there. just you two. but you personally saw nothing wrong with it. he was your best friend. that's what best friends do, right?

slyly pulling away, he cupped your face with his much larger hands. "and what brings you here, my flower? you're wearing the vine i made you as well. eywa, you smell beautiful." humming in satisfaction while his heartbeat increased. it was such a stressful day for him being around na'vi he couldn't stand, especially teaching grade one basics to na'vi that were his age. him not being a patient person also meant he was absolutely not cut out to be teaching the sully's. all this stress filling his thick head but having his favourite girl standing in front of him, her wearing the very gift he made for her. oh, how you made him crazy without even knowing it.

"i miss you," engulfing him on another hug, this one being more gentle, "but you were too busy. i did not want to interrupt you." you spoke with such a gentle voice, ao'nung felt himself calming down with every word that slipped out of your mouth.

your words sinking in, he pulled away. placing your face in between his palms. "you? oh, you, my flower, are anything but an interruption." he smiled reassuringly, pecking your forehead while doing so. letting out a small laugh, "well earlier, i made some-"

"hey, ao'nung!" a deeper voice called out. assuming it was rotxo, you turned around to face the figure. your wide smile faltered slightly when faced with one of the darker blue na'vi's. a sully boy. "oh.. am i interrupting something? i'm sorry." the boy bowed slightly. a small smile painted your face at his sweet gesture.

"you were, actually. what have i told you about-" ao'nung scoffed between words.

"it is okay, ao'nung. i'm sure he didn't mean it," you gesture to him with a hand on his chest, before turning back around to meet with the latter. "it is okay." smiling warmly at the boy in front of you.

you watched as he stood tall, clearly the same height as ao'nung. "i hope it is," returning the smile. you couldn't help but feel warm at his gentle smile. "oh- uh, my name is-"

"neteyam. first born son. your parents are jake and neytiri sully. your father the great toruk makto, as well as your mother, palulukan makto, am i correct?" you say with a giggle, "nice to meet you. i am y/n." introducing yourself with a greeting demeanour.

"how is it that you know me well, but i know nothing about you?" he questioned, his face turning into a darker shade. "i may have heard a thing or two about the oldest sully," you replied, "i hear he is also a mighty warrior."

a deep blush painting neteyam's cheeks as he stares at you, who holds a sly smile. all the while this was happening, no one of you noticed the raging metkayinan boy behind you.

"whatever it was that you needed, you can tell me later. we are busy," ao'nung interrupted, gripping your wrist tightly before dragging you along with him, just like he did on the sully family's arrival. purposely bumping shoulders with neteyam.

"what was that for, nung?" you raised your voice, very slightly.

it had been an hour since your interaction with neteyam. an hour of you trying to conversate with your best friend, who had been ignoring you the whole time. you watched his back grow tense with every breath he took. the sound of the two metals he held colliding with each other made you cringe internally. his already-sharpened blade being his rebound of focus, trying to ignore your interrogation. your standing form went on your knees, placed behind him.

feeling your breath against his back made him ease a bit, but the ongoing jealousy within him kept strong. "what is in that mind of yours, ao'nung?" you question.

sliding your arms around his waist while your chin made its way comfortably on his shoulder. your hand sneakily, moving up to the side of his face, turning his head to face you.

"i do not see you for a few days, and all your attention is him. a freak who can not hold his breath for a minute underwater, nor throw a damn spear, neither is he metkayina. who is not one of us, and will never be one of us." stating, his blade still in contact with other he held. sighing, rolling your eyes while doing so.

"please refrain from calling the sully's by that, 'nung. where has all this hatred come from, hm?" asking with such a soft voice, it could make him melt instantly. making your way to sit in front of him. sitting on his lap, as he gladly wrapped his arms around your waist. drawing you closer into his touch. it hurt you emotionally to see your best friend talk so low of someone he rarely knew about. you wondered how he talked about you to his other friends who had such a shit influence on him.

"think about it. if we were to move to the forest, it would be hard for us to adapt like they are here, in our home." trying your best to reason with your best friend. you watched as his hardened gaze fell, replaced with a sympathetic look. sighing in acceptance, your words finally not going through one ear and out the other.

oh, how wrong you were. for once, you thought ao'nung was going to listen to you, how he normally would. you thought he would at least try and get along with them after you talked. until he carefully lifted you off his lap to stand up, making his way out of your tent. the only words leaving his mouth, "i don't want to see you around any of those 'war-bringing' freaks. okay?" without leaving you any time to answer, doing so purposely, he left your marui.

MY MIGHT WARRIOR. [discontinued]

pairings. neteyam x metkayina fem

summary. when the sully's seek refuge on the island of awa'atlu, they're gladly accepted. of course along the way, neteyam can't help himself but be caught up in your presence on the first day he set foot on the metkayinan sand, a kind and gentle metkayina na'vi you are. in saying so, ao'nung, your best friend, doesn't mind tearing you away when he thinks you both get too close for his liking.

warnings. death, blood, violence, swearing. if uncomfortable, please click off this story.

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