#neteyam sully x reader smut

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— ❝on this fateful night...two hearts danced.❞ ˚₊✩‧₊

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x human! reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), angst, fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, use of alcohol, inebriation, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), male masturbation, overstimulation, riding (no penetration), m/f ejaculation, squirting…i took some things out but i think that’s it?

ᥫ᭡ notes :: what a long week this has been…but we made it! i cannot believe the first thing i post after being on hiatus for months is blue alien sex. anyway, i hope you all enjoy. also, be mindful that the dialogue switches between formal and casual. it’s something that i noticed neteyam and kiri do a lot in the movie. for what reason? idk…but the big font after the read more is intentional bc ik some ppl complain that the small font hurts their eyes :3

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 7.2k

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“You have been wandering off by yourself a lot lately…” 

There goes that attentiveness, you could never put anything past her—Kiri, that is. She was just too good (to a fault), and though her keen eye and emotional intelligence were extremely useful, they were also the most aggravating traits about her. 

Now, you could just tell her the truth about the place you’re always wandering off to, and you also could confide in her about the thing that’s been plaguing your mind recently—but you don’t, because you know better.  

For a split second, though, you hesitate telling her. The lean girl tilts her head, eyes flitting between your face and the satchel in your hands. Smoothly, you pull the satchel across your body and shift it to rest behind you—out of sight. 

Kiri seems to notice your apprehension, and so, she peels her eyes from the bag, offering you her full attention by resuming eye contact once again. If she has even the slightest hunch that you’re hiding something, she doesn’t voice her suspicions.

“Well, I won’t pry, sister. You know that I am always here to listen,” she reassured, reaching out a gentle hand towards your face. You let the tips of her fingers graze your cheek, the warmth of her hand providing transitory comfort. 

The two of you exchange sweet smiles before you pull away. It was getting dark, and the longer you stayed here, the harder it’d be to avoid the very thing you were trying to get away from—the very person you were trying to get away from. 

“I know, Kiri,” you grabbed her hand, encasing it between your own, “I know…but—I have to go. I promise I’m alright. I’ve just…been doing some thinking, and I think I gotta sort some things out with myself before I can be around the rest of you, you know?” 

There’s a silence between the two of you, and you’re not exactly sure if she’s taken offense to what you’ve just said, or if she’s carefully choosing her words. You decide on the latter though, because the last thing you want to do is make her feel as if she’s done something wrong, or if anyone has done something wrong. This was entirely on you; you and your stupid, selfish human heart. 

“Yes, I know what you mean,” she replies, squinting her eyes. Again, there’s a silence, but you can tell she still has something to say, like she’s mulling it over. “Will you at least be here tonight? You know, for the big feast? Everyone will be here, even Neteyam,” the girl tsks playfully, shaking her head as she walks circles around you. 

Immediately your body stiffens, and she responds to this by teasing you, “Or, I could just save you something…or maybe i’ll ask Neteyam to save you something since he’ll be the most important man tonight.”

“And why would you do that?” the words leave your tongue before you have the chance to process them. It reads rather defensively, but you ignore it. “I mean, why—why ask Neteyam?” 

“Because he’s your friend…” kiri pokes you, “because you love him,” she whispers, only this time her voice is a lot more serious, a lot quieter—a whisper. This is when you get that feeling again. 

That weird, achy feeling that leaves your stomach in knots and your throat all puffy. The sensation is debilitating—suffocating, and the only way you know how to ease it is by doing what you had set out to do in the first place (though, you were swiftly interrupted).

“Don’t be silly, Kiri,” your smile drops solemnly, “we’re…friends, just friends. Besides, he’s going to be spoken for soon. There are a lot of Na’vi women who would make fine mates…” Your voice decrescendos into the forest night air, the conversation lasting a lot longer than you’d anticipated. To stop your solemn mood from being expressed outwardly, you quickly turn around, looking back once to speak.

“Anyway, I have to go now. I’ll see you later.” Kiri nods and waves bye, her eyes watching as your small frame disappears out of her family’s tent. 

A cacophony of voices and music fall on deaf ears as you make your way through the village. The preparation is beginning, but all you can think about is him. Him, him, him. 

And ever since you overheard a rumor that Neytiri and Mo’at had chosen the next in line to become tsahik after Neytiri, your heart stopped beating…because you knew. You knew exactly what this meant—the end.

Neteyam was to be a future olo’eyktan, after all. And in Na’vi culture, the future head of the clan and the future spiritual representative were to be betrothed. You knew that, and yet, you couldn’t fathom it. Because then it’d be the end. 

The end of your late night rendezvous, the end of your special talks, the end of your banter, and your clandestine glances—your whispers. The ones that were quiet, and innocent…the ones that tingled the shell of your ears. Meant for him and you only. 

It was selfish, really. Stupid. You knew the day would come when he’d have to grow up and fulfill his duties as a Na’vi male. Just not this soon though, you wanted to hold onto him a little longer. And if drinking your pain away to preserve those precious memories could do that, then you’d do it. 

Lost in your train of thought, you don’t register that you’ve walked yourself right into the heart of a crowd until you bump into a young na’vi child. Apologizing, you then attempt to squeeze through the sea of bodies, tapping lightly on people’s legs until you reach the front. The people were cheering, celebrating the hunters’ return and the game that the Great Mother had graciously given them. 

Slowly, hunters had begun pooling in from the forest on direhorseback. Then, they started coming in clusters, all ululating, and pumping their fists in the air while holding their dead game in the other. Your head turned in awe as each hunter rode past you, the energy of the people so contagious that your sour mood was starting to dissipate, even if just a little. 

Thinking that was the last of the riders, you begin walking again, but the sound of heavy hooves striking the ground halt your movements. Turning your head back to the trees, you see something moving behind the shrubbery, and then enters none other than the man of the hour: Neteyam. If the people weren’t cheering before, they were definitely cheering now—especially since he’d managed to catch an adult sturmbeest (which was a difficult feat). 

The direhorse strides slowly through the crowd, and stops in the centre on Neteyam’s command. Nobody can take their eyes off of him, and neither can you. He just looks so strong, and masculine—like his father, even though he’s the spitting image of his mother. Neteyam puts his hand into the air before he dismounts his horse and ushers the people to settle down, and eventually, they do. 

He points to the sturmbeest that his direhorse is carrying back to be prepared. “Tonight, my brothers and sisters…” a pause, “we dance! we sing! we feast!” His words excite the villagers again, uluations so loud that your ears begin to ring. Just as you’re about to turn away, his eyes meet yours—he smiles. And there it is. That achy feeling in your chest. 

He wants to say something, reaches his arm out to you as if he were silently telling you to wait up, but then a girl strikes up a conversation with him. At first, you’re not entirely sure who it is—and you shouldn’t even care—but then you do a double take and your heart sinks a little more. It was Tsimandi, the girl rumored to be his betrothed. 

From this distance, you can’t hear what they’re talking about, so you watch intently. He’s got his head thrown back in hearty laughter, and she’s touching him—actually touching him, her hands wrapped around his forearm in an attempt to pull him further away. 

You think if you stay a second longer you’ll actually become a pile of liquid where you stand, so you take this opportunity to slip away while he’s preoccupied. 

When Neteyam looks back, he notices your absence. Squinting, he looks around in search of you, and then he sees what looks like a person disappearing into the thick of the forest. Just what is she doing?

“I apologize, Tsimandi, but I must do something,” he begins backing away, a genuine expression etched onto his face, “I will see you tonight, at the feast!” 

“Oh, o-okay,” she mutters but he’s already run off. Neteyam calls for his direhorse and waits at the edge of the forest until it comes running towards him. Before he can mount it and follow you, someone calls out to him. 

“And where are you going?” the voice queries, tone laced with suspicion. He recognizes who it belongs to and sighs. 

“Nowhere, sir,” he dismounts, meeting his father’s eyes, his mother also accompanying him. 

“Yeah, I’d hope so. The people are throwing this feast for you, or have you forgotten?” Jake gives him a once over, eyes still boring into his son. 

“No, sir. I have not forgotten,” the boy lowers his gaze in embarrassment. 

“Good. Go get ready, knucklehead.”

With each trudge through the forest, you were losing more and more sunlight. You’d walked about halfway to your destination when you remembered the bottle sloshing around in your satchel. 

Usually, you waited to drink the liquid there, but you decided given today’s strenuous events, you’d have some now. A reward, you tell yourself. Taking the bottle out of the bag, you lift your mask from your face briefly, twisting open the top and taking a big swig. 

No matter how many times you did it, the taste always made you gag. Bourbon—is what they called it. It was equal parts bitter and pungent but it did the trick. Helped you to relax, to forget. The first time you came across it, it was by pure accident. 

You’d been somewhere you shouldn’t have been, doing things you shouldn’t have been doing. But one thing led to another, and soon enough, you were inebriated for the first time. 

By the time you drink half of your weight in liquor, you reach your destination. The old shack. After what happened with the Sky People, Jake’s first rule as olo’eyktan was to prohibit anyone from entering. 

Even being somewhere remotely around the area was forbidden. But you were no stranger to disobedience, you’d come here once with Lo’ak (which was your first time actually). 

Though, you didn’t get to explore much because Tuk had spoiled your fun by telling Jake. That day was one of your favorite memories, you think. Jake couldn’t stop yelling at the two of you, but all you could do was laugh. Nothing was really even funny, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing Jake’s eye twitch at your outburst only exacerbated it. 

Lo’ak was getting the worst of it, and Neteyam fell victim to Jake’s nagging too for not ‘being there’. After a while, he’d dismissed the bunch of you from his tent and as soon as you were out of earshot, the three of you went into a frenzy of laughter. You think back fondly on those memories, all the ones that include Neteyam, that is. 

“God, there isn’t a second when I’m not thinking of you…” you sigh in exhaustion, extending an arm out to open the shack’s door. Reaching in your satchel, you pull out two jars full of glow worms (you’ve found that two jars are enough to light up the shack). Ambling over to your favorite spot, you open a cabinet and reach for another bottle of that bitter liquid you willingly put into your body. 

It’s still a wonder to you how well preserved these bottles remained over the years, and you’re pretty sure you’ve heard Norm or someone mention that the older the liquor, the better it tastes (which was a lie, but alas, you down another shot). 

“Wooo,” a cough erupts from your throat, “yep, still nasty.” 

At this point, the liquor is starting to take effect. Warmth radiates throughout your entire body, and you can feel your limbs gradually getting heavier. Being drunk had to be one of your top three favorite feelings. 

It either made you: sad, tired, or giggly (maybe even all at once). But now? Now you were feeling sleepy, so you groggily trudge over to one of the beds in the shack. 

As soon as your body hits the plush, a cloud of dust filters through the air. It was incredibly disgusting, but you’d slept in worse places. For now, you would lay here…succumbing to a sweet slumber. 

Neteyam had gone home without fuss as promised. Go and get ready. Well, he was doing exactly that now, exchanging his previous attire for that of something more formal. He rolled his eyes and huffed. Sometimes his father could just be a…

“Son of a bitch,” the boy snapped, his frustration reaching its peak. He’d been standing in the tent for about 10 minutes trying to figure out this headpiece his mother had laid out for him, but could not for the life of him figure it out. 

Giving up, he throws it to the ground and takes a seat with his head in his hands. Kiri slips in shortly after his outburst, bending to the ground to retrieve the item. Hesitantly, she walks over to her brother. 

“If you needed some help, you could have called, brother.” Neteyam lifts his head up from his hands to see Kiri towering over him, his eyes breaking contact with hers as she sits down next to him. There’s a pregnant pause, but it doesn’t last for long because Kiri is already opening her mouth to speak.

“What is troubling you?” She asks, forcing Neteyam to turn his back to her so that she can place the headpiece onto him properly. He inhales deeply, then exhales.

“I do not know…I saw (your name) earlier and…” Kiri hums, encouraging him to continue, “and—she had this strange look on her face.” 

“Look? What do you mean? Was she angry? Sad?” 

“I have never seen it before, sister. She usually looks happy when she sees me…but this look was different,” his voice is almost inaudible when he finishes. Kiri ponders for a bit, tilting her head as if she were mentally putting the puzzle pieces together. 

“How come you did not speak to her?” Kiri makes her final adjustments to the headpiece, ushering Neteyam to meet her eyes. 

“I was going to…I tried to, but Tsimandi found me before I could,” he fiddles with his fingers. Kiri takes note of his disposition, and she frowns empathetically. Clearly, whatever was going on with you two was something you had to work out together. This wasn’t like either of you! 

“But it was not just today either,” he continues, “she has been distancing herself for awhile, have you noticed?” She laughs at this, nodding her head.

“Yes, she has been acting a little strange lately. I think I might know what is troubling her, brother,” the girl takes his hand into her own. “But I cannot tell you. This is something that concerns only she and you…”

Neteyam squints his eyes in confusion, muttering a ‘what’. His mouth opens to speak but he is swiftly interrupted upon Jake and Neytiri’s arrival. He looks to Kiri for some clarification but all she says is: ‘go, go, you have a feast to attend’, followed with a, ‘find her later’.

“Well? Come on, the people won’t wait for your blue ass all day will they?” Jake teases. Neytiri slaps his arm, scolding him playfully. 

“Ah, my son, my beautiful son,” she pads to where he stands, taking his face into her hands. “It is time to go, we must celebrate you.”

Jake nods, flashing a quick wink of approval. Together, they all walk out of the tent and through the village where they’re instantly greeted with colorful luminescence, loud music, and food. All things that have been so generously prepared for him. By the time they make it down to the Tree of Souls, everyone halts their cheering to hear what Jake has to say.

“Tonight we eat,” a pause, “in honor of Neteyam’s mighty victory!” Jake grabs his eldest son’s hand, raising it in the air. “He led his first attack against the Sky People and made it back without any casualties!” A sudden roar of praise erupts from the crowd. 

Everyone is chanting his name, and clapping, but even amidst all this praise, he can’t help but to think about you. What does all of this matter if you’re not here to celebrate with him? 

You’ve been by his side since the two of you could walk, so where are you now? The thought saddens him, but he can’t wear his heart on his sleeve tonight. Not when there’s so many people here just for him. 

“For the past 20 years, my son has always been just a boy to me. But now I realize…he is a man—and he has proven himself in front of the eyes of Eywa,” The former marine glances down at his son, eyeing him in admiration. “Enough talking, let us feast!”

Laughter and songs fill the warm, breezy nighttime air. It’s been about two hours since the celebration commenced, and Neteyam has just about made his rounds to every important family. 

He smiles warmly as he looks at the scene in front of him: children playing and dancing by the fireside, putting on elaborate performances for the adults still filling their bellies full of food. Everyone is lively—happy, a testament to tonight’s success. 

Mo’at is pleased by this especially, she tells him that ‘this is what the people needed’—you know, to boost morale. At some point, when nobody is watching, he slips away from the party to walk around. Unbeknownst to him, someone has seen him. 

“Getting tired?” a voice questions from the shadows. Out comes Kiri, revealing herself from behind a leaf. 

“Yes, exhausted actually,” he jokes, disconnecting his braid from his direhorse. “No, but I need to find (your name). She has not come back and it is dark.”

“I figured you would leave early, that’s why I covered your ass and told Dad you were not feeling well,” the feline-like girl smirks. 

“Do you have an idea where she might be?” 

Kiri takes a moment before answering, “I’m not sure…but for some reason, I have a hunch that she’s at the old shack,” Neteyam furrows his brows in confusion. 

“Why do you think she’s there?” he queries, “I mean, it is forbidden.” Kiri offers him a shrug.

“I don’t know but if you’re going to find her, do it now while dad still thinks you’re not feeling well.”

With that, he thanks her for the intel and mounts his horse, disappearing into the thick of the forest. On the way there, his mind conjures up just about every possible scenario that might explain your absence. 

Were you upset with him? Did he do something or say something that you didn’t like? He wishes he could just read your thoughts because right now, his heart is pounding so rapidly within the confines of his chest, that he thinks it’ll explode. 

This wasn’t like you two, everything was always so easygoing. Being with you was easy, like breathing. But this? His heart couldn’t handle this. Yeah, there’s been some distance between the two of you recently but not due to his own volition—it was duty. If he could spend every second of his life by your side, just being kids, laughing with you, playing with you, he would. 

He’s trying to recount these last few days, weeks—months. Trying to pinpoint when exactly things got like this between you…pinpoint when you stopped smiling at him with that smile that made his head all fuzzy, and his heart race like a kid running for the first time. 

“Ah, everything’s going to shit, buddy,” he sighs, rubbing the side of his horse, “I don’t know what is wrong.” His mammalian companion grunts empathetically, stopping in its tracks at the edge of the forest when it sees the abandoned link shack. Neteyam doesn’t bother scolding her, because even the animals know that this place is forbidden. 

“Alright, I will see you later, okay? Stay here,” he pats her, disconnecting the bond. From this distance, he can see that there seems to be some sort of light illuminating from inside the shack. 

That alone already confirms Kiri’s hunch. The closer he gets, the more his stomach feels uneasy. He doesn’t even know why he’s nervous, but he attempts to ease his mind (and body) by telling himself that it’s only you. He’s talked to you one on one hundreds of times, so what’s the difference now?

Noises in the distance rouse you from your ephemeral repose. When you stand up, your head spins with the room, causing you to instinctively reach out for the nearest surface available. Whatever was outside had better be non-threatening, because you were not in the condition to be fighting—let alone standing. When you were drunk like this, you couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna have the worst headache soon,” you huff quietly, still aware that there might be someone or something outside. The noise is getting closer, and you’re running out of time to find a hiding spot. 

Quickly, you grab the closest thing you can to defend yourself (which is literally a jar of glow worms), and crouch down below the window. When you lift your head just enough to see outside, the makings of a silhouette cloud your vision. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whisper-yell, tightening your hold on the jar. Lifting your head up again, you notice that the figure is not in the spot it was previously. Then, the knob to the shack twists, and now it’s opening, and—

“(Your name)?” 

You pause your attack, slowly dropping your hand (that’s holding the jar) to your side. A flood of relief washes over you once you register who the voice belongs to. Rising from the ground, you open the door fully to see Neteyam standing in the doorway. 

“I almost killed you, you know!” you raise the jar, pulling him inside of the shack. 

“I think it would take more than a jar of worms to kill me,” he teases. Rolling your eyes, you continue ushering him further inside, leading him to an area where you can sit and talk. 

“What…what are you doing here?” you finally ask, folding your arms across your chest. Neteyam towers over you from this height, so he accommodates you by dropping to his haunches. 

“I was worried about you,” the boy confesses, “what are you doing here? Why were you not at the feast?” Suddenly, you don’t really feel like talking anymore. Even though the adrenaline from before was still pumping through your veins, so was the alcohol in your system. You’re not so sure you’d be able to keep your composure long enough to answer without exposing your truest feelings. So, you decide on deflecting. 

“Aren’t you the man of the hour? I think you should go back to the party before daddy throws a fit. We both know how he gets when his perfect little son isn’t at his every beck and call…” As soon as the words spill from your tongue, you wince. It came out meaner than you meant, and the last thing you wanted was to give him shit for being a caring friend. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean that,” you apologize, sitting down on the bed. All he does is sigh, but he takes this opportunity to enter your space, gets all close until his body is nestled between your legs. 

“I know…I know, but I want you to tell me what’s wrong, hm?” his fingers lift your chin, “so I can fix it.” 

“Can’t fix this, ‘Teyam,” a saltine droplet ribbons down your face. Your head is tilted up with his fingers, but you can’t even force yourself to meet his gaze. God, how pathetic did you look right now? 

Here you were, inside an abandoned shack, drinking your body weight in liquor…all while a celebration was being thrown in your best friend’s honor. And for what? Because you were jealous? Because you liked him—loved him? 

You knew that eventually your relationship would shift. That he’d take on his duties as the future olo’eyktan, and you’d just be his human friend he hangs with from time to time. How stupid could you be to think things would stay like this forever?

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, both hands now cupping your cheeks, “don’t do that. Do not shut me out. We’re not like this, (your name), you used to always talk to me about things.”

Things. You’d talk about things. But those things were not like these things. And if he knew what things you were thinking about, the things that involved him…then you two would never talk about things again. 

You’re curious, though. What if you just told him? Just told him about all the days you’ve loved him, all the nights you’ve stayed up thinking of him—all the stars you counted wishing for him? At least then, the burden of keeping such a secret would stop weighing so heavy on your heart. 

“I..” a breath, “I heard a rumor.” The boy hums, encouraging you to continue. “I heard your mother has chosen her successor.”

“Is that what this is about? Why does this bother you?”

“Because you know what this means! We both know what this means, don’t be dense, ’Teyam,” you droop your head in sorrow, coaxing him to just lift it back up. Only this time, his hold on your face is a lot firmer. His eyes are fiercer.

“No. I don’t, so just tell me.”

“You’re gonna be the future olo’eyktan, and we both know that the future clan leader and the chosen tsahik are to be betrothed,” you start, “there will be no time for me! No more late night talks, no more exploring, no more secret whispers…I mean, I get it, you have duties to fulfill but…I wanna be selfish a little longer. Can’t I be selfish a little longer?”

You say the last line while meeting his gaze. You’re teary eyed and shaking, but you try your best to keep any semblance of composure you have left intact (though, it’s failing). His expression is indiscernible. 

It makes you nervous. Sick. And now you’re forcing yourself not to throw up because…the realization that you just told someone your deepest, truest, most vulnerable feelings makes you physically ill. 

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Forget what I jus—“

“Are you serious? You don’t get it do you?” Neteyam’s head falls forward, a little chuckle slipping past his lips. His hands leave your head and slither down to your hands. He takes them into his own, eyeing you while kissing the knuckles of each. 

The act is incredibly intimate, sends white-hot electricity down the column of your spine. Renders you speechless. All you can do is sit there, too scared that if you move or speak, you’ll shatter into a million little pieces. 

“I have duties, yes…but my heart is already spoken for. Always has been.” 

“What are you saying, ’Teyam,” your head snuggles into the warmth of his hand. You know exactly what he’s saying, but you want to hear him say—

“I see you,” he whispers in your ear, “you are my most beloved.” The warmth of his breath tingles the shell of your ear, it takes the strength of a thousand men to not scream. 

But in this moment? In this moment you want to kiss him. You want to kiss him silly, actually, but you quickly remember the thing on your face preventing your lips from connecting with his. There are truly evil forces conspiring against you.

“I want to kiss you,” you admit solemnly. 

“Oh, you don’t know how many nights I’ve spent dreaming about kissing you. Too many,” he jokes, “but I’m afraid if we remove this, you’ll die.” 

“Then you don’t have to kiss my lips,” a silence, “you can kiss me anywhere you’d like. Anywhere.” 

His green eyes flitter between your face and your body, and then his hands are on you, forcing you to lay back against the bed. You lift your head up and lean back onto your elbows, watching through lust-filled eyes as he begins his ministrations. 

He starts from the bottom, works his way up real slowly—too slowly. He’s showing restraint, and while you appreciate the fact that he’s worshiping your body like a devoted follower worships their deity, you want him to ravage you. To eat you up until there’s nothing left but bones. 

“’Teyam, please…” you breathe out impatiently. Like the cocky-brat he is, he ignores your pleas, only laughing into your skin. 

“Shh, be calm.” The plush of his lips trail up the plains and pastures of your body, up your calves, your thighs (he spends the most time there), and then comes to a stop at the crest of your breasts. His fingers fiddle with the cloth covering your chest, lightly tracing the edges that rest just beneath your mounds. 

A tease is what he is. And you didn’t have the time for a tease, so you figured you’d help speed up the process by removing it. Sitting up, you untie the makeshift top and let it fall to your lap, smirking deviously as if you’ve done something so naughty. 

“Thought I’d help you,” you grin, wrapping your hands around his neck, “Please, no more going slow…I think we’ve been going slow for twenty years, don’t you think?” 

And he gets the hint, once again resuming his assault on your body, but this time with more fervor. More urgency. He’s kissing you everywhere, licking wet stripes over your chest, and leaving love bites in the places where he’s kissed you. Right now he’s acting on his most basic, primal instincts—he’s claiming you as his mate—in the only way he knows how to. 

The feeling of his hands on your neck, back, thighs and waist send you into oblivion. But then his hands are creeping up to your tits, deft fingers twisting and kneading, and oh god, you’re seeing stars. The addition of his mouth doesn’t help either.

“You’re so,” a kiss, “beautiful,” a suck, “perfect.” Neteyam kneads one breast while his mouth works on another. He plops down onto a pert nipple, using his tongue to draw circles around the area, his saliva acting as a salve. 

A moan (that comes out more like a disgruntled sigh) vacates your throat, and his eyes widen in excitement. The sight of his tail swaying in the background makes you giggle. Cute, you think. 

Even though what the two of you were doing wasn’t innocent, you couldn’t help but to feel all giddy. Reaching a hand out, you place a gentle palm on the side of his face. 

You trace the contours of his nose, his cheekbones, smooth over his jaw, and then stop at his lips. Your thumb grazes them, first the top, then the bottom—learning. Committing them to memory, how they look, feel, and move under your thumb. 

Neteyam is unmoving while you continue to run your finger across his lips—save for his hand, which slowly begins traveling south to your thighs. Experimentally, you push your thumb inside of his mouth, pressing the digit down on his tongue before tracing his cat-like canines. This moment is particularly special, because now it’s you who’s doing the admiring. 

The free hand that’s not inching towards your core, skillfully removes the loin cloth around your hips. Immediately, he’s met with your bare sex. It’s smooth—wet, so incredibly wet that it has his cock twitching, and his hands eager to touch you. He wants to taste you. Feel you, all of you. 

“I—,” a slender finger rubs your slit, “mmf, see you,” you mewl, cupping his cheek. Neteyam’s eyes widen, he wants to hear you make that sound again…and again, and again, and—

The boy repeats the action. Watches your abs flex and tremble from the touch, and your thighs close in on his arm. Using the other hand, he gently pulls them apart and leaves three open-mouthed kisses: one on your inner thigh, one on another, and then a final one at the top of your mound. The heat from his nostrils make you full body shiver; suddenly, being the only one completely bare is slightly bothering you. 

“Do not cover yourself. I want to see you,” his hand finds your cunt again, a long finger pushing into you ever so slowly, “…want to hear those sweet sounds again.” 

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you watch his digit push further into you, the drag of a knuckle against your slick walls aiding in the pleasure. You can’t help but to wince at the intrusion, because shit, this was a lot more than what you were used to—using your fingers, that is. 

You also suppose penetration would be off the table considering humans and Na’vi were never meant to mate, but it doesn’t prevent you from fantasizing about it anyway. How big was it? Did he touch himself? Use his hands and picture yours? 

The thought of him hunching over, rubbing one out, all slick with sweat and pre has your head all dizzy. Your mouth is practically salivating at the mental image you’ve conjured up in your head of him fucking your face, but you know it would never fit. There really are evil forces conspiring against you…

Neteyam’s finger reaching the hilt brings you back down to reality. A forceful thrust that coaxes you to gasp sharply and grab his forearm. After patiently waiting for you to adjust to his size, he begins to move. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly, then pushing back into you with the same velocity. 

Eventually, his movements become less hesitated, and more calculated. Instead of steady and slow, he begins increasing the pace of his thrusts, then graduates from speed to incorporating force. 

Every delve of his finger, every deliberate drag and prod has fire pooling in the depths of your belly. Squelches and whimpers ricochet off of the metal walls, and fuck, his dick won’t stop twitching. 

It’s grown considerably harder in these past few minutes, and all from just hearing you vocalize your pleasure. When the stretch stops feeling like a stretch, and starts feeling like a ‘give me more’, that’s when you encourage him to add another. And of course, he indulges you. 

The same time he pushes another finger in, is the same time he starts rubbing himself. He’s not even really aware of it at first, it’s mindless. He’s just so entranced by you, and the sounds you’re making, the things you’re saying, the way your cunt’s sucking in his fingers—

Fuck. He just finished all over himself. He doesn’t let that deter him though, keeps fingering you through his post-orgasm, taking care of you until you come undone on his fingers. 

And the sight is amazing, he can’t stop gawking at the way your hole flutters around him, and the nectar-like liquid that drips down the length of his fingers and onto the bed. He wants to taste it. 

“Can I taste you?” he asks. You’re in such a daze that the question doesn’t even register, suddenly too preoccupied with breathing like you’ve forgotten how to. 

“Huh? Wha—ohhhh.” His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit. He concentrates the tip at the bottom, lapping at the essence that leaks from there, and then circles back to your puffy bud. Experimentally, he prods it with his fingers, rubbing it in tantalizingly slow circles. 

The combination of his tongue and his fingers almost feel overwhelming, you feel like a puppet on a marionette with the way he’s maneuvering your legs around for better access. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a starved man. 

His mouth is slick with drool, and his hands are pressing down so firmly onto your thighs, that you’re sure a handprint will be there for you to discover in the morning. His tongue feels so good on you, so nasty. 

The picture is obscene, unlike anything you’ve ever witnessed before. But the thing that’s really getting to you are the sounds he’s making. Grunts and groans, expletives and mumbles. ‘So good’, ‘perfect’, ‘beautiful’…it has your head spinning and your fists gripping for the sheets beneath you. 

There’s a knot in your abdomen pulled taut like a string of twine. You can feel it twisting and pulling, ready to come undone at the drop of a pin. The more he works on your slit, the more the temperature rises in the shack. 

Was the room always spinning? Did your body always run this hot? It feels like you’ve been thrown into a furnace, and the only source of coolness is the wetness that his tongue provides. 

“‘M gonna, mmf, ’s too much!” you jab at his hand in an attempt to push him away. He’s relentless though, still sucking harshly, and teasing, ramming his thick fingers up against your gummy walls. 

It feels different than when you touch yourself, more intense. Like something’s sitting heavy on your bladder. Then, snap. The string in your abdomen unravels, bringing forth a flood of ecstasy. 

“’Teyam!” you sob, back arching to the ceiling. When he pulls his fingers out, a stream of clear liquid seeps from your cunt. He’s awestruck, staring in admiration as your sweat kissed chest rises and falls rhythmically. 

“Look, your legs are shaking,” he points, biting down a laugh, “why are they shaking?” 

“Oh my god, shut up!” you feign offense, pushing him backwards with a chuckle. He pretends to be wounded, rubbing his back dramatically, ‘oohing’ and ‘owing’ as he does so. When you finally sit up, your eyes naturally fall to his loincloth, a wet ringlet contrasting starkly against the beige textile. 

“Hey…” your voice is hesitant, but teetering on the edge of curiosity, “Can I try something?” 

The boy silently nods his approval, shifting his position on the ground when you amble over to him. A look of confusion molds onto his face following the events that involve you plopping down onto his lap and laying him down. He goes to speak but you interrupt him. 

“Your turn, right? Can’t put it in, but…I can still make you feel good,” you say, tugging on the piece of fabric that separates your sex from his. Eagerly, he removes it for you and lets the item fall haphazardly to the ground. 

It’s big, so big—and pretty too. A beautiful blue hue that matches the rest of his body, paired along with a blushing teal tip that’s oozing pre. You want to know what he tastes like on your tongue…

“So pretty.”

Heat rises to his cheeks, and his tail takes an aquiline form, quivering in rapid movements. His usual, over-confident disposition was slowly dissipating under your intense gaze, and you reveled in it by mocking his bashfulness. 

“Awe, the little kitty’s shy,” you mock, tickling his side. 

“Stop it, I don’t look like those Earth things,” he laughs, pushing your hand away, but to no avail. You continue to dodge his attempts to stop you, tickling him here and there until he accidentally bucks and pulls you down against him. Embarrassingly, you let a whine fall from your lips…still too sensitive down there, you guess. 

There’s a shit-eating grin plastered on his face now, you hate it. “Who’s making noises like a kitty now, huh?” With this, he takes the liberty to do it again, pressing you down hard against his length. 

The feeling of your bare cunt against him is electrifying, probably (definitely) not better than him being inside you, but the next best thing. This was supposed to be your thanks to him. But now he’s taken full charge—maneuvering you back and forth, gripping and kneading—it’s cruel.  

For someone who’s never mated with anyone in his life, he’s sure moving you around like he has. His hands are all over you—thighs, hips, waist, breasts, it’s almost overwhelming. Every touch, addled with the buck of hips, brings forth a new sensation that is better than the last. You think this would be a good way to go out, right on his cock. One last hurrah before the morbid inevitable. 

“You f-feel so good, (your name),” his voice is breathy, “r-really good.” Neteyam’s grip on your arms is vice, partly because he can feel his climax approaching, but mostly because he can tell you’re growing tired. 

Swiftly, he changes your positions to where you’re laying on your back and he’s crouching over you. The tip of his head smoothes over your folds when he pushes up, and before he draws back, you can see just about where his dick would rest if he were inside of you. 

“I’d be all the way up here,” he presses down just beneath your breastbone, “you’re so tiny.” It sounds so dirty, but you know ultimately he’s just making an observation—regardless, the comment has your stomach churning in excitement. 

The both of you watch in fascination as he sheathes himself up and over your cunt, moaning in unison when the tip of his mushroomy head catches against your bud. Euphoric, he thinks. He never imagined that something could feel this good, let alone without connecting bonds. 

Still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak. Neteyam knows that your arrhythmic breathing is a tell-tale sign, and he helps you get there by cooing words of encouragement. 

He goes back and forth between ’I got you’s and ‘it’s okay’s, leaving trails of kisses down your body in his wake. The second you finish, you’re pulling him down onto you tight. Moaning and whining into his ear, whispering those same words of encouragement that he whispered to you prior.

“So good, ‘Teyam,” you claw at his back, “keep going, want you to feel good too.” And he does. Unrelenting in his attack against your sex, he comes with a few more pistons. 

You eagerly welcome him into your arms when he drops from exhaustion, and hold him there until your erratic breaths synchronize. The both of you are disgustingly sweaty and sticky, but even so, you feel at peace. 

You bask in the tranquil quietness of the night, just staring at each other. Soft caresses and soothing hums. Then, Neteyam speaks. 

“On this fateful night, two hearts danced…” he whispers, grabbing your hand to hold it over his heart. 

“What does this mean?” you smile at him. He ponders over it and then explains. 

“My songcord…I want to tell this story,” he starts, “the night when two hearts became one.” 

A crystal droplet cascades down your face, “that sounds beautiful.”

© arachine 2022

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Clingy Neteyam: part two

MDNI 🔞 adult!neteyam; dub con but not really?; exhibition kink; there’s a name for this kink but I can’t remember it for the life of me

continuation of this blurb

“Take me” The words echo in your skull, bouncing from one boney wall to the other - reverberating in the most melodic voice.

How could you not?

“Hurry up and fuck me then.” You mumble through gritted teeth, rolling onto the tips of your toes to position yourself just right to get fucked out.

“Yeah? Shit.” He huffs out a hoarse voice, thrusting so suddenly his cockhead slips past your tight opening and glides over your puffy clit. “So fucking wet I can’t even shove it inside you” He presses his cheek against yours as he gritts out the words, shaky and gruff from him jamming a hand between your private parts to reposition himself.

“Please.” You whine the word a little too pathetically, arching your back as much as you can to push your opening back onto his tip. It’s throbbing and swollen, his arousal so intense you can feel it in the way his cock thumps against you.

“Hah. What’s got you wound up? Hm?” He chuckles breathily, corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk. “Don’t tell me it was those two over there.” You glance to your right, witnessing the female Na’vi taking her mates knot with glee. “Gonna be a good girl for me and take my knot like that, yes? Fill you up?” He growls into the shell of your ear, using his tip to play with your sticky folds - teasing you until you’re light in the head.

Whilst he was partially right, seeing those two at it like they were both in heat ignited a flame in your core, but truthfully what got you so worked up was the way he wouldn’t take his hands off you. So needy. So clingy. You quickly turn your head away, dropping your gaze to your toes burying their way into the rich, fertile soil beneath you.

“Or is it just me? Is feeling my hands all over you like this making you all needy?” He husks directly into your ear, “All hot and-”

“Gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?” You pant flush against the tree, writhing underneath him as you cut him off with a quick, breathy taunt. “‘Claim me’?”

“Fuck. Haa. I don’t know if you deserve it, little one.” He grunts, gripping the back of your neck to hold you still while he tries to slide himself inside you.

Eywa.

There’s just something about getting him so worked up as he tries to sink himself inside you to no avail. To the point where he’s panting heavy, hot breaths into your ear as he bends his knees to get a better angle, only for you to move a little to the left and have him lose any leverage he’s got on you. Every time you feel that mushroomy head poke at your entrance you’d straighten your spine and deny him the pleasure of your tightness.

“C’mon, mighty warrior. Fuck me already.” You giggle, slipping over to the right so his cock slides right past the base of your tail. Slick is smearing all over, leaving a glossy layer of your stickiness all over the both of you. You can tell he’s into it, all from the way he’s grunting and chuckling as he tries to pin you down and ram himself inside you. All from that smug look on his face. And the funniest part of it all -

You’re into this the most.

The one who was afraid someone would see. Yet now you’re here making this man work for it. Uttering unadulterated filth loud enough for anyone hear. Spreading and closing your legs to tease your mate who’s desperate for your tight, wet cunt. All while pinned to the first tree you backed up into when you tried to run away from it all. And when he caught you it only made the ache between your legs throb even more.

You smile to yourself, ears perking up when as your eyes glaze over with want. You hold still for a moment, tricking him into thinking he’s won. Into thinking he can finally fuck into you like an animal in rut. When you feel his swollen tip prod between your pussy lips, you feel his grip loosen around your neck. And that’s when you slip away, wrenching his hand off your hip and darting for the next tree.

He lets out a boisterous laugh as he quickly rakes his fingers through his swaying braids. His hand drops from his head to his thigh. He’s frustrated. Fed up. His laugh fades out into a growl, rumbling low in his chest as he immediately follows behind you, band of his loincloth flipping back up to sheathe his painfully hard cock, tip leaking precum into the thin cloth’s band. Lip folding over his bottom teeth, he bites down onto the thin flesh as he nears your small frame.

You look behind you, canines on full display from the way you’re grinning. Big mistake. He’s caught up to you now, hands splayed out to grab onto what he can as he pounces on you and knocks you to the ground before you can get to the next tree. Your grin grows wider, so wide it’s catching - spreading to his face as the predator finally catches his prey. He moves quickly, pinning you face down onto the floor by a hand to your head.

You’re writhing and squirming underneath him, hands tucked under your chest as you grind into him at a pace that is impermissible for him to have his way with you. He fights with you for a bit, one hand firmly securing your face to the floor and the other fighting with your lifting hips and closing legs. He’d spread your legs and push down your hips then reach for his tewng just for you to giggle and snap your legs closed before he can even pull it down.

“Fuck.” He huffs out, shuffling his knees closer to yours to wrench your legs open and keep them that way.

He pushes you further into the ground by the dip for your back, quickly moving his hand to tug down his loincloth just enough for his throbbing cock to flip up. And when you feel his warm bulge slap against your pussy, you stuck in a quick breath of air, now fighting with your own body as it tries to submit to him. Before you can even think about your next move, Neteyam slams his cock inside you in one hard thrust, stretching your gummy walls to full capacity before they can even adjust.

“Ugh - fuck yes.” You mutter under your breath as you finally feel him fill you up, eyes welling with tears of pleasure.

“Got you.” He growls through a smirk, beads of sweat rolling off his face onto your back. He glances down at you taking his thick cock, knot already emerging from now riled up you’ve gotten him. The feeling of him filling you up like this, pinned down with nowhere to go has your body submitting even more. His strength is unmatched, grip firm and unmoving. You can barely think, much less keep up with this little game.

“T-Teyam.” You moan shakily, straining to close your legs just for him to spread them wider.

You just want to give up and let him pound you. To rut into you like you’re nothing but a vessel for his seed. But you continue to fight with whatever strength you’ve got left - which isn’t much. He finds your futile efforts laughable - a little weak thing like you putting up such a fight.

“C’mon. Is that all you got into you?” He chuckles, sinking into you even deeper, growing knot pushing against the resistance of your tight hole. “I was just getting started.”

“N-Neteyam. Ple-ase.” You blubber out, feeling too much but not enough at the same time.

“Begging for it now, huh?” He pants, keeping still until his heaving chest calms down. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

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Next part ->

This is a reupload my bad guys 😭 (also to the anon who sent in the question)

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It was a chill day for you and your boyfriend, Neteyam. Just enjoying each other’s presence while the sound of rain hitting the roof soothed you both. You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame. Your hand was comfortably placed on his toned stomach, as his was resting on the hilt of your ass.

Subconsciously, you start to tracing his abs in small shapes and patterns when your mind starts to fill with thoughts of getting on top of him and riding his abs until you make a complete mess all over him.

The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, but that was stopped by his stronger one wedged between your legs comfortably. His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore.

He smirks once he catches the change in you scent, trailing his hand up and down the skin of your ass. “Mhm, what is it, Babygirl?” His voice is enough to snap you out of your thoughts, but also enough to make your pussy leak even more. You take a few breathes before answering, trying desperately to calm yourself. “Nothing, why are you asking?” You say softly, continuing to delicately trace his abs.

He grumbles lowly at your response, siting up and pushing your small body onto his lap, causing you to let out a little startled noise at the quick movement. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, getting high off of your scent.“Maybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.” He says lowly while hooking his finger under your chin, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, braids cascading down his shoulders and hitting the sides of your face gently. “Now, what were you thinking about, Babygirl?”

The question has you staring at him blankly, a chill of anxiety ran down your spine at the thought of him seeing you differently if you were to tell him. “Uhm..” you start off, the intensity of his stare making you feel extremely small, and nervous. “I was thinking about..riding your abs” you say tentatively, looking down at the waist bead he made you when you first got together.

To your surprise though, your confession doesn’t make him disgusted, or make him storm out of your room in complete surprise and disgust. Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasn’t judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you. “Shut the fuck up, Neteyam!! That���s not funny!!” You say through your own giggles, hitting him in the chest roughly.

“Yes it is, Sevin!” he replies, his laughter dying down softly. A pout forms on your face, pretty doe eyes boring into his siren eyes. “How?” You question, attitude laced in your tone. “Because, you said it like someone just died.” You laugh at his response, replaying your words in your head. “Whatever, Neteyam!” You quip, sarcasm apparent in your tone. “But, FYI, I only said it like that because I thought you were gonna have some type of negative response to it.” You add, voice honest and truthful.

He turns his head to the side and looks at you with a confused/sad expression, long braids falling down his shoulders and ears perking up with the same emotion. “Why would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.” He says reassuringly, placing his large hand on your head and rubbing your scalp softly. “I know, I just..I got in my head, I guess. I’m glad you don’t find me weird or anything though.” You confess through a soft chuckle, making him laugh before he moves his hand from the top of your head to your chin, holding it firmly.

“I could never, babydoll. Truthfully though, I find it pretty adorable how pent up you get to the thought of me. My needy little girl just can’t help herself when she’s around me, huh?” His tone makes you pussy throb and ache, instinctively bucking your hips against his strong thigh. “Mhm..” you hum, eyes flickering from his own to his lips, you lean in to kiss him, but that’s stopped by his strong hand on your chin. “Awh, does my baby want a kiss?” He teases, rubbing his lips against your own, but not giving you the chance to kiss him back because of his firm grip on your chin.

“Mhm!” You whine, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh quicker. He pecks your lips softly before kissing you fully, his pace slow and steady. The pace makes your head spin and clit throb, hips speeding up the longer he kisses you. You whine when you feel his warm tongue against your own, mindlessly kissing him faster to feel more of him. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours.

Once you feel his hand wrap around your throat, you knew you were a fucking goner. Turning into putty in his hands almost automatically. The amount of slick that was coming from your pussy soaked your shorts, leaving a trail all over Neteyams thigh. He groans lowly at the smell of your arousal, breaking the kiss reluctantly, a line of spit connecting your plump lips together.

He damn near rips your shorts in half when he takes them off before he lays down, pulling you onto his abs roughly. You hover over him slightly, scared of hurting him even though he’s so much more bigger than you.

“Teyam, I-“ you start

“You aren’t gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.” He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him.

Both of you gasp softly once you feel his hard abs against your soft, puffy pussy. The feeling so new and foreign. Your hands find purchase just below his ribs, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against the muscles. Whining softly when you feel his firm abs hitting your clit every time you move.

“Oh..fuck, teyam..” the grip on your hips gets tighter, soft groans filling your ears the more you rock against him. “Mhm, that’s it, babygirl. Such a pretty little slut for me.” He coos, pressing your cunt on him tighter, making you moan louder and hips rut against him quicker.

He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. “Awh, babygirl, look at the mess you’re making on me.” He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.

You whine and squrim against him, getting both equally turned on and frustrated that he’s holding you up with one hand just to watch your pussy leak onto him. “Teyammm! Put me down!” You demand, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away from you quickly. “And why should I do that? I like watching how you helplessly flail around because I won’t let you ride me like a little bitch in heat.” He states, a pout forming on your face from his words. “You’re so mean.” You huff, tears welling in your eyes once your almost orgasm finally leaves you.

He cups your cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “Oh, l’m just the worst aren’t I? My baby getting all mad because I won’t let her cum?” He prods, a fake pout on his face, making a smile creep up on your own. Without warning he places you back down on his abs, locking his hands behind his head. You gasp in surprise, placing your hands below his ribs for support.“Go ahead, babydoll. Wanna watch you cum for me.” He orders, never breaking eye contact while he speaks to you.

You felt so ‘on the spot’ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. “Teyam..” you call for him, but all you get in return is a “nuh-uh, babygirl. I’m not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.” You stare at him with a pout on your face before slowly moving your hips, the feeling of his abs repeatedly hitting your clit makes your moans get louder and needier, your orgasm slowly getting closer and closer.

He flexes and relaxes the muscles continuously, causing you to jump and grind into him more. The constant friction on your sensitive clit starts to prove to be too much for you, making tears start to well up in your eyes and thrust get sloppier. “T-tey, I can’t. It way too much.” You blubber almost incoherently, but he still caught it. He doesn’t stop flexing his abs though, and you don’t stop moving your hips. “Yes you can, Yawntu. I can feel how much this pretty pussy is pouring on me. You’re almost there, baby.” He encouraged, the praise being enough to make you chase your high. Making him smile proudly. “There you go, babygirl.”

His words have your pussy pouring out slick like a river, you both glance down at his abs to see that they’re completely soaked in your juices, the dim light of your room making his pretty skin seem like it was glowing. He chuckles at the sight before looking up at you, in a trance by how gorgeous you look on top of him. “Mhm..What a pretty little slut, getting this wet from riding my abs?” You let out a small “uh-huh” before you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter.

Noticing this, he flexes his abs and keeps them flexed, biting his lip at the little whimper that comes from your mouth when he does that. “Teyam, I need you to touch me.” You demand. But he doesn’t move, no matter how badly he wanted to squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin, he kept his hands behind his head. “Please!, tey, please! I’m sorry!” He chuckles at your needy tone before rewarding you with a “good girl” and letting his hands roam across your body.

You let out a downright pornographic moan once his hands touch your sensitive tits, small hands wrapping around his slender wrists. He pinches and fondles at the soft skin gently, making all sorts of pretty noises and pleas fall from your plush lips.

His left hand reaches up to cup the side of your face sweetly, while the other continues to play with your sensitive tit. “Mhm, you gonna be a good whore for me and cum all over my abs? Hm?” He questions, wrapping his hand around your throat firmly. You let out a broken “yes,sir” before a loud moan leaves your lips as the coil in your stomach snaps, your cum completely covering his whole stomach.

“Shsh, I got you, babygirl, lemme help you.” He places his hands on your hips to help you ride out your high, stopping once your moans die down and turn into soft heavy breathes.

You look at him to be met with hooded eyes and a smirk, one that told you that you definitely said something you’re gonna regret. “What?..” you ask, the word heavy on your tounge as you look at him with a furrowed brow. “Sir, huh?” He asks, making you cover your face in embarrassment. “No way I said that! It was an accident! Oh my god!” You blurt, but he silences your rambling with a passionate kiss.

“I didn’t mind it, you know.” He says once he pulls away from the kiss

“oh really?” You question, a devilish smirk on your face

“Mhm.” he responses, eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes. “Well thank you for tonight, sir.” You tease, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up quickly, but he was quicker, grabbing you by your waist and putting you on your back.

“Uh-uh, tonight is just getting started, yawntu.”

𝑨/𝑵~ Hii! I only proofread this two times, so I apologize if there’s errors/repeats it’s literally 12am rn💔 but lemme tell yall I was blushin and kickin ma feet while writing this one frl😭, I need to write for neteyam more bc whew😩 what a fine man he is. I hope you guys enjoyed this tho🥰🫶🏽 bc now I’m off to sleep, stay safe and hydrated, I love you guys🩷

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕~ @pandoraslxna @neteyamgfs @faintfill @tsireyasluvr @aperiraa @fioooweeooweeeoo @loakstahni @brioffthegrid @wheneclipsefalls @chershire23 @blue-slxt @tallulah477 @itchaboi-itchyboy @neteyamsyawntu @neteyamyawne @inolaphoenix @renaimel

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[aperiraa]

riding neteyam would be a spiritual experience🙏🏼

Imagine riding him as the tsahik of some other clan like he came to you for spiritual guidance, feeling like he lost himself a little and you know exactly how to make him feel even better than before

Also yall I'm killing my writers block rn so we coming back

"Do you feel any better, ma Teyam?" She asks, her tone soft despite the way she slams down at him. He can't even speak, his eyes rolling back and drool running down his face as she slams down on him, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He tries to gather his thoughts, only babbling out a response through his teeth as he throws his head back "ts so good mama, so fuckin good" She clenches around his thick shaft at his words, causing Neteyam to shoot his head up with moan, looking down to where they were connected, moaning out whorishly "oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, baby" his voice deep with need

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[neteyamsoare]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the dad!teyam collection.

streamers — neteyam sully x fem! omatikaya! mate! reader.

warnings — 18+ (explicit content & language), aged up! neteyam, jealousy, so much fluff, smut, pregnancy, uncle lo'ak ( a warning in itself ), hurt comfort, some angst but not too much, titles may change + more to come. each fic has its own warnings.

things to note — proud to post this, wanting to expand more on dad!teyam ever since i posted 'evenge and I'm so excited to drop some fics for it especially seeing how much y'all loved the fic!!

table of content !

chapter one — 'evenge ( 1:30:00 )

about. neteyam suggests having another baby, a girl, and you couldn't be happier to start trying. — [n]sfw, fluff + breeding kink.

chapter two — morning sickness

chapter three — small baby bump

more chapters to be added !

extra content !

001. a surprise.

002. sit still.

003. how i met your mother.

more to be added !

— all rights reserved © NETEYAMSOARE 2022-2023. all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend on tiktok any of the works seen here.

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[plooto]

⋆⁺₊⋆ the take // neteyam sully ⋆⁺₊⋆

!! genre . smut

!! warnings . not proofread , not established relationship , kisses , reader in heat , pwp , p i v , fingering , masterbating , voyeurism , multiple orgasms , squirting , creampie .

!! notes . i was kinda stuck writing this :/ might go on hiatus again after this one fr :,(

“ yn, hey! ” you tore your eyes away from neteyam’s form to look at his sister.

“ hm? ” the muscles your forehead rose as you gave kiri your full attention.

“ just go to him, your heat is coming. ” you shook your head, the embarrassing thoughts rushing up behind you.

“ no. i will not, i mean, he’s your brother, there’s no way- ” you winced as a sharp pain ran through your core.

“ told you. ” you give kiri a mean look,

“ just- tell him i’m…busy, i- ” you cried out, covering your mouth as you moved to stand, kiri following you.

“ busy? that’s what you want me to tell him? ” you pushed her shoulder but didn’t let her go as you needed her for stability in this moment,

“ whatever- just- ” another rush of pain.

“ go, yn. ” she pushed you foreward, steering you clear of the dick-thinking na’vi.

in the comfort of your hut you barely made it to your cot before you were flooded with heat. barely managing to get your loincloth out of the way before you had two fingers buried inside yourself to the last knuckle. your fingers curled, trying your hardest to finger that spot that was just only a hair away.

every fibre of neteyam’s being seemed to be on edge. jake rests his hand on his shoulder, neteyam’s head whips around, his loose braids slapping his father’s forearm.

“ hey, go take a walk, okay? clear y’head. ” neteyam nodded once, his brain somehow working hard enough to get him to his feet and walking.

“ brother! ” kiri threw her hand in the air towards her brother,

“ not now kiri. ” neteyam shook his head, falling deeper into his stride as he was determined to figure out what was placing his mind so far away.

“ it’s yn, neteyam. she couldn’t tell you herself , but she’s in heat. ” neteyam stopped and turned to his sister. his mind raced for the first time that day.

“ where is she? ” his muscles felt tight - aching, really - as he waited for his sister to reply.

“ she’s in her mauri.. it’s over- ” kiri wouldn’t finish that sentence, not before neteyam was making his way to your mauri with an urgency she hasn’t seen in a while.

too caught in your own wetness and sounds, you didn’t hear him approach. your back arched as you tried stuffing your fingers deeper inside yourself, forever cursed to not reach that sacred spot inside of you. you didn’t hear neteyam, but you did smell him - just as he did you so early in the day. it was you, the reason he couldn’t focus..the reason he knew where your marui was without being told. your head snapped to his, your eyes locking and you melted - partially from the fact that he sees you like this, but relieved because he is here.

“ look at you.. fuck you’re dripping- ” you left your fingers inside, but couldn’t find the strength to stop their twisting and turning. your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, as you watched his eyes dance up your flushed frame.

“ please nete… ” you felt your pupils dilate as you pouted at him. you were above begging - but in this moment, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do. your legs fell open, instinct following the pharmacies he is releasing in response to yours. through lidded eyes you saw his tail thrashing behind him as his jaw clenched and unclenched. he was trying to hold himself together.

it was not working.

he made his way over to you, broad frame casting a shadow from the dim candle light. he kneeled down next to you, a hand by your head as the other danced down your torso. a whimper left your lips and you looked up at him and neteyam swears this sight of you will be the prettiest he’s ever seen.

“ you want my help, sweet girl? ” in any other state of mind, you would have preserved your dignity, your bond with the sullys. but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. you nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your fangs.

“ ah-ah use your words. ” the tone he used nearly sent your brain to another world. choking down a moan, you replied with a meek, “ please help me nete.. ”

he didn’t waste another moment, his left hand pulled yours out, replacing it instantly. as you felt his fingers slide in your head fell back against the furs under your head, a soft mewl leaving your lips.

if he was any other man, he would have came just from feeling how warm and wet you were. but he’s not. he’s neteyam sully. the same man who spreads your legs to allow room for him to shift between. the same man who sucks on your clit and laps up your essence as if it was the last thing he’d do. the same man who’s hips are rocking against the floor of your mauri because he wants to take his time pleasing you. the same man who has had his eyes on you as long as he could remember.

you couldn’t stop the moans leaving your lips - not like you wanted to, you finally had him after years of pining. even if it is just for your heat.

his lips left your swollen bud, but his fingers still pressing at that spot yours could never reach. “ that’s it.. ” you felt that familiar heat pool in your stomach. back arching off the ground you were so so close.. “ that’s it yawne.. ”

and there it was. the last push you needed to take a free fall over the edge of ecstasy. neteyam didn’t waste a moment, nor waste a drop. your chest heaved as you came down from your high and neteyam rose from between your thighs, face glossed with your arousal.

neteyam crawled up to be face to face with you, forearms resting beside your head.

“ you always leave me breathless, yn. ” he affirmed, pressing kisses to your jaw and trailing lower. kisses along the column of your throat brought that heat back to your stomach. as if he knew, one of his hands slipped down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles on your clit. a sigh left your lips as your eyes finally shut. neteyam loved all of your sounds. groaning, he smashed his lips against yours, you moaned against them, allowing his tongue to slip between your bruising lips.

“ i need you neteyam…inside- please- ” you pleaded against his lips, squirming against his hand, needy for more - to be filled. your eyes opened and locked onto his golden ones. blown pupils and a smirk on his face he whispered against your cheek, “ as you wish tiyawn. ” he shed himself of his tweng, left hand leaving your clit briefly to pump his cock before pressing it against your entrance. “ breathe for me. ” he whispered, head ducking down breifly to watch his head slip past your puffed lips before returning to watch your face contort in pleasure.

fuck he was big, but the pain meant little to nothing right now. not when he fucks inch after thick inch into you. your hands found his back, scratching at it as his body came back over yours. overheating from the inside out, you pressed your face into his neck, fangs sinking into his shoulder when he bottomed out. bodies pressed against each other, pheromones dancing in the air around you, you felt neteyam’s form shaking.

“ nete- pl- ” you don’t get to finish your sentence before he is pulling out and slamming into you. your body jerks with the power of his thrusts, your voice anchoring at every rough movement of his hips.

“ think you can handle more, sweet girl? ” you nodded, the rational part of your mind wondering how-

and there it was, hips pistoning against yours in an animalistic pace. your moans knew no limit in this moment, nor the ones after. neteyam muffles your sounds of your pleasure with his lips, but that didn’t quiet the squelching of your cunt around his cock. you desperately tried to meet his thrusts, trying to help him please you, but he had it all on his own. your legs parted as neteyam sits up, pushing the back of your knees, they press against your ears.

the new position didn’t leave much room for cries, neteyam fucking you silent and hitting the deepest parts of you that nudged just past your cervix. your voice returned and out came a mantra of his name as you neared your second orgasm of the night. he knew it was coming and he smirks, pushing on your ankles to completely fold you in half. raising to his feet he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back into you, hitting that spot he knew all too well. you didn’t get a chance to be shocked about the sudden change in position, not before your vision was filled with white hot pleasure. neteyam was on the edge, teetering on it as you clenched around him like a vice. he curses, hips stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“ c’mon give me one more baby. ” he growls through gritted teeth. he lets the two of you down, finger finding your clit as he feels the waves of your orgasm subside. your lips locked together, strained moans trying to fight their way out as you felt that heat in your stomach approaching way too fast.

“ ne- netey- ” your eyes fluttered open, squeezing shut before opening them again to lock with his. his cheeks were flushed, half lidded eyes looking back down at you. another shrill of pleasure fills you, watching him watch you. he gives you a lopsided grin, he had you just where he wanted you.

his hips sped up, something you didn’t think was possible as his thumb pressed harder circles on your clit. you choked out a string of curses as another orgasm hit you like a train, your body squirting onto his torso.

“ shit. ” he growls, his three fingers rubbing on your clit to prolong your orgasm as he comes right behind you. with a throaty moan, neteyam pumps you full, thoroughly coating your walls white. chests heaving and covered in sweat neteyam presses his chest and forehead against yours.

“ you’re mine, yn. mine. ” he growls, pressing gentle kisses to your eyelids. you pressed your nose into his chin, your subtle way of scenting him.

you two stayed there for a few moments, gathering your breath before neteyam’s hips begin to rock once more.

this was going to be a long few days and you were here for every moment of it.

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[arachine]

♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ｡･* . . . their firsts .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: neteyam, lo’ak and kiri sully

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their first kisses & times !!

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: sexual content (nothing explicit), fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters are aged up, dry humor

ᥫ᭡ note :: depending on the attention this receives, i may or may not make a part two with spider, tsireya, and a’onung >_<

♯ first…kiss with neteyam .ᐟ

+ neteyam’s got that older brother charm. a real gentleman, through and through—which isn’t the least bit surprising because he’s neytiri’s son, after all. and given this, he just…naturally excels at most things, even kissing. when it happens, it’s kind of almost unreal, sort of like a fairytale. he’s just so…good at it, doesn’t rush you, or force his tongue down your throat, or do anything that would even slightly make you uncomfortable. 

no, he’s slow—methodical. takes his time with you because he wants to taste you, and commit it to memory. i’d like to think he even makes you laugh before he goes in, because he’s just like that, you know? like, yeah, he’s got neytiri’s whole face but he’s still his daddy’s son—he’s got the smugness and attitude to prove it. 

♯ first…time with neteyam .ᐟ

+ god, i don’t even know where to begin. every fiber of my being believes that he’d make it the most comfortable, painless experience ever. usually, most people dread their firsts—simply because their partners didn’t: 1) prep them properly, 2) make sure that they finished, or 3) provide aftercare—but neteyam? yeah, he’s going above and beyond, and checking off every single one! you being in pain and miserable was simply never an option.

as previously mentioned, i’d like to think he’d try and calm your nerves by making you laugh. just a few jokes here and there, just to get your mind off of the initial stretch of his fingers working you. 

— “who’s the prettiest girl on pandora?” he teases, leaving zephyr-light kisses all over your face. you think he’s so corny, but giggle anyway, shoving lightly at his chest. 

“stop it!” but he’s relentless, still peppering your face with kisses, still prodding your slit. you’re so distracted by his attempts to calm your nerves, that you don’t even notice his finger is all the way in. not until he pulls it out and praises you for opening up for him.  

— “see, look at you,” a gentle hand rises to caress your cheek, “so pretty.” 

♯ first…kiss with lo'ak .ᐟ

+ the concept of patience is entirely foreign to him. patience and him are like oil and water. they just don’t mix. he’s a here, now, and fast type of guy, always has been. and when the moment arises between you two, he’s the first to initiate it—however, it’s no fairytale moment. it’s toothy, wet, and inexperienced. 

i’d like to think it’s you who has to take the initiative when it comes to kissing. and through this, he begins to get a sense of the things you like: how slow he should go, how much tongue, where he should hold you, and how he should move his lips. eventually, he gains enough confidence to kiss you the way he’s been wanting to kiss you—which is hard, and rough, and passionate—just a lot less toothy and wet. 

♯ first…time with lo'ak .ᐟ

+  it’s all baby steps and hand holding with him in this department too. this is the one instance in which i don’t think he’d charge into. i think after kissing you for the first time, he’d use some of that knowledge to decipher how he’d go about it. at first, he’s like incredibly scared to touch you, just hovering over you like a sheet of paper, scared that if he uses just the slightest amount of strength, you’ll break or something. 

— “does that hurt?” / “can you feel that?” / “maybe if we try it this way…” / “am i in?” 

the sentiment is cute, thoughtful even. because don’t get me wrong, a man that takes the time to ask you how he should touch you, where he should touch you, and how you’re feeling during sex is amazing. bravo to any guy who does it (it’s the bare minimum), but lo’ak does it to the point where you’re questioning if he’s scared of pussy. overall, i think this is something you’ll have to take the initiative for too.

— “lo’ak if you don’t touch me right now, i swear to god i’m going to kill you and then myself.” 

♯ first…kiss with kiri .ᐟ

+ my sweet girl. my bestest girl. i just know it’d be so fucking cute. like actually, the type of kiss where your leg slowly springs up (i.e. the princess diaries). yeah, it’d be that good. girls just do everything better anyway, and it’s kiri, so the expectations were already high (duh). the thing about kiri is, when she kisses, she really commits to the kiss. she doesn’t do half-assed, because kissing is like dessert. 

it’s supposed to be (especially first kisses) sweet, and airy, and dizzying—and it is! the amalgamation of her tender touches, and the little giggles in between, and the teasing ‘run and follow’ your lips do…are all things that add to the experience. a kiss with kiri will literally have you on speed dial with uhaul, trust and believe!

♯ first…time with kiri .ᐟ

+ like neteyam, she’d be so attentive. just making sure you’re comfortable, reassuring you, whispering words of encouragement, and checking in on you mentally. she knows that sex can be exhausting (both physically and mentally), so i’d like to think she’d spend extra time on foreplay and aftercare than she would during the actual act itself—not that she had to spend much time on you anyway, because getting you to finish wasn’t something she considered to be much of a feat. 

also, kiri is a princess, she’s literally the first born daughter. she may often appear to have a tough exterior, but…it’s just a front. dote on her and shower her with the same affections she showered you with, treat her like a little doll and watch her crumble underneath your fingertips from the smallest of praises. 

— “such a sweet girl, staying open for me.” / “could watch you do that all day.” / “nobody touches me the way you do.” 

© arachine 2023

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[tiredmamaissy]

Clingy Neteyam who can’t keep his hands off you 😼😼

This turned into so much more, idk how I got here but let’s just embrace it 🤠

Mdni 🔞🔞 adult!neteyam!

“Nete. Stop.” You bat his hand away from your waist. “We are in front of the whole clan.” You whisper harshly, glancing over your shoulder to see his lustful stare.

“I do not care, yawne. And neither do they.” Neteyam breathes into the shell of your ear, lifting his chin from your shoulder momentarily to point to the couple of mated pairs that are grinding on one another.

“Still. Please teyam.” You whisper breathlessly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. You simply can’t deny the way his hard cock pressed against you makes you feel. There’s not even a sliver of space between you and him now. His front is flush right against your behind, much like two puzzle pieces linking together with ease. And when he slides his hands down your waist and allows his slender, lengthy fingers to slip between your inner thighs, you can’t help the filthy little moan that falls from your lips. “Oh f-fuck.”

A hand flies to your mouth, cupping the soft, thin flesh to keep you quiet. His lewd touches are hazing you over so much that it doesn’t even register that it’s his hand covering your lips. “Don’t want them hearing, do we?” Neteyam husks, bottom lip grazing against the pierced lobe of your ear. Immediately, your attention averts to the nearby male Na’vi shoving his mate against a tree. She already looks so fucked out yet he’s only just sliding his fingers underneath her tewng (loincloth).

“Focus on me.” Neteyam growls lowly, “and think about this…” he tugs at your hips to grind his clothed, growing bulge harder into you, “…deep inside your tight…” he bends his knees to angle the tip of his cock between your clothed folds and thrusts, “little pussy.”

Every fiber of your being wants to melt into his touches, just like the words slipping from his lips almost makes you swoon beneath him. But the thought of others watching you makes your already tight stomach tighten even more. You shove him away, rubbing your thighs together as you spin around and begin quickly backing away from him with your hands splayed out in front of you.

“L-Let’s just go back to the tent. Okay?” You sputter, watching him take quick, lengthy strides towards you. His gaze is almost predatory, as if he were hunting you down like the frail, smaller game on his hunting trips - defeated, and easy. And when your back hits the scaly tree it almost winds you completely, leaving your lungs empty and burning. “Teyam” You strain to get out, sucking in a quick, desperate breath of cool, night air.

There’s a glint in his eye, one of anger. Or is it one of hurt? From being denied in front of the clan by his own mate. His hands cling to your hips, pushing you further into the rough bark of the thick tree, tip of his nose pressing firmly into yours, yet he never dares to allow your lips to touch. You share a couple breaths, making your head light and your eyes unfocused.

“Is this what you want?” He huffs harshly into your mouth, sinking his fingertips into your hips. You nearly fold right there, thighs rubbing together so roughly that your knees almost buckle. You manage to get out a little squeak, trembling voice cut off by the sensation of your nipples stiffening into hard peaks. They rub against his bare chest, all clammy from the scuffling from earlier.

A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and loud, just as his touches become aggressive. He spins you around and shoves you against the tree, kicking apart your legs with his foot. “Or is it this? Hm?” He leans into your ear, letting loose the growl that’s been brewing inside him, “did you want me to pin you down like he did his mate? Take you from behind like this? With nowhere for you to run, yes?” His voice grows shaky as one hand begins to fiddle with the knot above the base of your tail. And when you hear the flimsy cloth drop between your legs, he plants a rough kiss on the curve of your shoulder, “to have them watch me claim you?”

“Y-Yes.” You admit coyly, pushing back into him.

“Then take it.” He husks into the crook of your neck, quickly pulling down the hem of his loincloth to unsheathe his raging cock, aligning it with your sticky entrance. “Take me.”

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Part two ->

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[luvv4j4ybe11]

I heard your pleas about character asks and God I'm glad I did.

Please, tell me the nastiest thoughts you have, I need it 😫

Oh ok😏

MDNI, smut under the cut!!

“Nastiest thoughts, huh? Who would think a pretty little thing like you could think like such a slut? It really is my fault though, with the way I fuck you, you’re wrapped around my finger. The positions I put you in, the nosies you make for me, the names you call me?, Eywa, I just can’t get enough of you. It’d be wrong of me to leave my pretty girl such a needy mess, huh? Hm. That’s what I thought. Now, come over here and let me fill you up, yeah? You know I can’t have you walking around here without my cum dripping down your legs, face all flushed and gorgeous body all marked up because of me. Need everyone to know you’re mine, yawntu. And only mine.”

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[amber-michaelson]

The Gift Of Eywa

Neteyam x Na'vi reader

Summary: becoming the main protector of Pandora eywa decides to gift you something you've been missing.

Read At Own Risk

Warning: breeding, protective neteyam.

Yn pov

Returning to camp after another successful attack against the sky people only 2 dead and afew injured of our people "feed the ilus and ikrans they'll be hungry" I said as I landed, it was only a month after neteyam's death I left to start my own clan but not only of Omaticaya but Metkayina too, we built our resting place on the cliff side at the edge of the forest for the Omaticaya people to be close to the forest and the Metkayina can reach the water, we've become the most feared clan for the humans no matter how hard they can try we were always a step ahead, but not only that Norman, Toruk Makto friend joined us with the rest of the dream walkers "outstanding job yn they've cut back on the deplanetation instead focusing on projecting their base" norm laughed walking out of their lab in his human form "then that's what we hit next" I murmured stretching out my back as I walked to my tent placing down my bow at the door sighing sadly as I walked into my tent it was hard without him he would've been the best chèf for this type of thing, he's learn both the Omaticaya and Metkayina way of hunting

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎Back At the Metkayina Village▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Ma neteyam" neytiri cried hugging her son as the village started to crowd around her gasping as they saw the fallen son of Toruk Makto "thank you ewya thank you" she chanted rocking her and her son back and forth "what's goi-" jake froze as he saw his eldest son so did their other children who trailed behind him "neteyam" he said covering his mouth as tears ran down his face "how".

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Staring down at the ongoing celebration, there was singing, dancing and laughter but I couldn't face it, not to night "you should be down there yn you're the one to lead this clan to victory" krykan one of our most talented warriors said as he emerged from the shadows "i don't feel like celebrating but you should go and have fun" i said tensing as he sat beside me i never really liked him, he was always lurking close to me and when I talk to the other hunters he always interrupts and no matter how much I give him a hint he still wants to mate with me "but I celebrate better with you around" he slurred as he winked at me, it took my entire being not to cringe "kryk-" "no I know what your going to say and you can't keep denying me yn I am thee most talented hunter in this clan and I have been trying to mate with you and you keep denying me so heres the deal if you don't have a mate within a month your mine" "and if I do get a mate" I asked angrily "then I'll fight them"he muttered getting up and walked off 'great now another thing to worry about'.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎time skip the day of the end of the deal▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

I snuck off early for my patrol I'm gonna try my hardest to ignore krykan for the day his obsession with me has gotten worse now I was able to speak to the other hunters without him being a few feet behind me and his intense stare on whoever I'm speaking to "freedom" I say as I reached a safe enough distance from the village breathing in the fresh air as if it was something new I knew if i mated with krykan the clans downfall would begin, he doesn't even listen to my battle plans now it would just get worse after we mated with neteyam he did not only listen to my plans but gave me advice on certain things 'i wish you were here neteyam'.

Neteyam pov

I finally arrived at yns village glancing around amazed at what she's accomplished "neteyam" my gaze quickly moving over to Norman "I can't believe my eyes" he smiled as he came closer "yn is gonna be soo happy when she gets back" he laughed "yn you mean my mate Norman" I turned to the unfamiliar voice my eye twitching as he said 'my mate' "who the hell are you" I muttered straightening up "oh look so tough" he mocked "the names krykan best hunter of the clan and the future chief" he grinned sticking out his arms gesturing to the whole village "yn already has a mate she doesn't need a new one" I muttered and hissed he smirked as he got my reaction but a yns call got our attention my breathing hitching as she lands jumping off her ikran and froze as she saw me "neteyam" she murmured I was about to say something but a punch was landed on my lower draw sending me a few steps back "she's mine" krykan hissed as he went for me again but swiftly dodging and kicked him in the ribs making him fall to the ground I quickly punched him in the nose surly breaking it but also sending his head back against the ground hard making him scream in pain "next time don't go for someone else's mate dickhead" I spat before running to yn and wrapped my arms tightly around her as she cried into my chest "I thought I lost you I thought I lost you" she hiccuped as her hands gripped my shoulders "I'm here yn" I smiled sadly kissing her head as I turned to take her to her hut after asking norm for directions "wow" I murmured as I entered her hut, her crys finally settling, her hut was like the one she had at home except for a few extra things here and there "I'm gonna lay you down yn" I whispered into her ear and made my way over to her bed, she whined as I layed her down "don't leave me" I chuckled as she made grabby hands towards me "don't worry I'm never going to leave you again" I murmured as I layed down beside her.

Yn pov

I snuggled into his warmth and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me "I missed you so much" I whispered "I missed you to my mate" he said and lifted his hand to guide me to look at him "so so much" he murmured and leaned over and kissed me deeply "neteyam" I whined as he pulled away "what" he chuckled and climbed on top of me softly growling as he looked me up and down "oh fuck how I missed you" he muttered before smashing his lips to mine roughly and his hands began to grab and squeeze "mine" he growled against my lips "yours" I replied and moaned aloud as his knee rubbed up against my pussy "fuck I need you neteyam" I whined rocking my hips into his "I'm going to breed you" he muttered rubbing off mine and his clothes and not wasting any time and lubed up his cock with my juices "I'm gonna enjoy this" he groaned and pushed inside me causing me to arche my back "fuck" we both moaned, he started thrusting hard and fast as his hands playing with my boobs his eyes gazing down at me with hunger "I want you full with my seed" he panted his thrusts never changing pace "fuck" I mewled my fingers and toes curling as I cum "fuck that was fast" he groaned but spasmed as I clenched around him and his seed coating my walls "fuck neteyam" I moaned leaning my head back "oh baby I still got a few more rounds".

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[neteyamsoare]

"who's the mighty warrior? come on, say it." ಇ neteyam sully

౨ৎ welcome to neteyam’s channel ! ᝰ please read the warnings before interacting. minors dni with [n]sfw content! grab your snacks and enjoy :D

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ CLIPS COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ by the fire : just a loving night being with your two mates who keep you warm on a cold night. NSFW.

꣑୧ forever : neteyam being a simp.

꣑୧ photogenic : you and neteyam stumble upon a camera and he puts it to good use.

꣑୧ reflection : imagine neteyam fucking you in front of a mirror just having his way with you. NSFW.

꣑୧ stressed out : neteyam finds out you haven’t been taking good care of yourself.

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ HIGHLIGHTS COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ neteyam as your "enemy" : neteyam always ignored you, always glaring at you. you don’t know what you did and maybe you’ll never know.

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ GAMING COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ starting live soon

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ LIVESTREAMS COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ i missed you : when you get too busy to spend time with neteyam, he comes up with a plan to get you alone.

꣑୧ kiss me : in order to get away from your ex, you make an impulsive decision that will change the course of your and neteyam’s friendship.

꣑୧ nobody else : neteyam makes his mark on you after one warrior can't get it through his thick skull that you were his and only his. NSFW.

꣑୧ territorial : after seeing neteyam with the girl who always flirts with him, you decide to make him jealous. NSFW.

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 24 HOUR STREAMS COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ soaia : neteyam and you make an addition to your happy family of three. SFW/NSFW series. current total wc. 1,3k.

⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ REACTION VIDEOS COLLECTION ₊˚౨ৎ ࣪⊹

꣑୧ starting live soon

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[gloryavila]

Neteyam X Fem!reader

Omatikaya reader

A/n: Hi hi babes 🫶 sorry I haven't been cooking anything up life happens yk 😞 Yeah life happens and I just couldn't focus today and came up with a silly little scenario I had to write down ofc 😻🙏

ALSO TUMBLR SUCKS WHEN I SAVED THIS TO DRAFTS IT DELETED HALF OF WHAT IVE WRITTEN I WAS IN TEARS.. ANYWAYS 😒

ENJOYY !! 🫶🫶

Summary: Neteyam finally comes to his senses and confesses to you and you two finally mate 🤗🥳

Word count: maybe around 5k?

Warnings: fluff, smut 🔥🔥💪, unprotected sex, oral p in v 💋, not much graphic description of the sex sorry babes, breeding kink, NETEYAM AND READER ARE 19!!

Requested: Nope

He didn't know where to start or what to say.

He couldn't believe how dense he was until now, you literally made him jewelry and shared your food with him and he didn't notice you loved him? Just how? He has been inlove with you for as long as he could remember, he has been in awe of you ever since you guys teenagers. He thought he knew you the best and he loved you the most, so just how did he not notice you loved him too? At least it all made sense to him finally but he wanted to clutch into a ball and cry out of embarrassment. Even worse clutch into a ball and cry infront of you.

He had to see you now, immediately and he knew just where he will find you.

"Mother, father I'll be back soon don't wait for me!" He yelled as he ran out of his home and began jogging towards your special spot. He knew that even when he didn't come there, you would be there by the waterfall, he just knew it. He felt it.

He slowed down as he got closer, his heartbeat becoming faster by every beat, his cheeks blushing how was he gonna face you looking like this? If you even said a word to him he would faint, Eywa forbid anything else cause he might actually die. He took deep breathes calming himself down. He had to see you. He had to say he loved you, and apologize for being so dense.

He walked closer making his presence known by saying your name.

"Y/n?" He called out coming behind you, looking at how you shifted your body up and how your ears perked up exitedly when you heard his voice.

"Neteyam !" You didn't expect him to come, you didn't expect to see him at all. You weren't complaining, actually you wanted to see him. You had something to tell him.

"I have something to tell you-" You both said at the same time, he blushed and you laughed, you couldn't do anything else than they to laugh because you might actually start giggling like an absolute fucking idiot.

"You go first" You said, looking him directly in the eye as he walked closer to you.

"Y/n I-" He leaned closer putting his hand on your cheek, your breath hitched and you're whole body tensed up at the sudden touch. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn't dare pull away.

He kissed you gently, it was like kissing a cloud, gentle and nice. It was a gentle but a bit longer kiss as none of you dated pull away from other another.

Your body relaxed at the kiss.

As he was about to pull away, you didn't let that happen. Instead you wrapped your hands around him and your hand found its way thru his braids at the back of his head. Your bodies rubbing onto eachother as you kissed, now this kiss was it.

This was how you wanted to kiss him, nice and rough after all those years of frustration this was a great way to relieve it and even better relive it by kissing Neteyam.

You both pulled away, taking a step back from eachother as you blushed embarrassed to even look at eachother. Neteyam cleared his throat. You shifted your gaze to him.

You licked your lower lip as you stepped closer to him, now it was his turn to tense up but then again what is he embarrassed of?

You two kisses again, deep and rough. His tongue entering your mouth in the meantime as you were now on the ground grabbing onto any skin you both could. First you were on top of his lap now he was on top of you as his leg was in the middle of your legs between your thighs. You only ever pulled away to take short breathes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer, no matter how close you two were it would never be enough close you needed him inside of you right now.

He was shy, he didn't dare move his hands elsewhere other than your arms, waist and thighs. While you on the other hand couldn't relate to his troubles at all, one moment your hands were brushing against his chest down to his lower stomach, now wrapped around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. He touched your thighs bringing them up. All of his fantasies he thought about thru years when his hands were between his thighs are happening but you weren't just some fantasie he masturbated to, his love for you was far more complex.

You decided to help Neteyam a bit bringing his hands to your chest as he removed your breast beads. Whimpers and moans filled the previously silent and calm atmosphere to a hot one really quickly. His knee was right where it should be, between your thighs as he rubbed your clit removing your loincloth to the side.

"Neteyam-" you moaned his name as his ears perked up in excitement while yours were low and your eyes shut as your breath was uneven from all the kissing and moaning. A shade of purple washed over your face as Neteyam's fingers played with your nipples while he left sloppy kisses on your jaw down to your cleavege where he proudly left a hickey. His other hand trailed off down your stomach, to your lower stomach. You suddenly stopped him.

He looked at you confused and apologetic wondering if he did something wrong. You pulled your long braid from behind your back and were signalling him to do so to.

By doing this you will both be bonded for life. He pulled his braid connecting his queue with yours. Now you two felt every heart beat, every worry, every thought of one another. You both looked at eachother again shy. You started kissing him again decided you wanted to take matter into your own hands.

And that's how you mated and had your first time with Neteyam, the most gentle and best male Na'vi someone could wish for. Your childhood crush. It was like a fever dream exept it was real, it was all real.

That night Neteyam ended up not coming back home, why? He was too busy laying in the grass by your side. Now after all of that you decided to talk, you decided to talk about your feelings and everything on your mind. You both were too far into your own world to care about anything else. He was finally yours and you were his. That was the only thing that mattered.

Tho, bringing the fact you two mated like that to his family was a bit embarrassing.

Neytiri invited you for dinner and Jake just started the: "You will be Olo'eyktan you need to chose a mate" to which you both shot eachother a look trying not to laugh but both of you blushing and keeping in giggles. Everyones eyes from the family were on him and you right now.

"Actually father, I already chose a mate-" You cut him off.

"What nonsense you were completely dense it was me who chose you" You said and Neteyam nodded confirming what you said because it was true. Lo'ak and Kiri passed you two disgusted looks 'We know what you two did' and you two just blushed while Jake and Neytiri congratulated you both.

WELL YEAH I'm sorry if the ending is bad but Tumblr decided to be a bitch and deleted half of SUCH YUMMY THINGS I WROTE 😭☹️☹️ So I kinda lost motivation to even write it again I swear I was on the verge of tears IT PUSHED ME OFF THE EDGE SO HARD I SWEAR.. 😭😭 But yeah I hope you enjoyed at least and reposts, likes and constructive criticism is appreciated 🫶🫶

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

I need some Neteyam x Socorro!daughter headcannon after reading your dad!quaritch stories about them! Maybe some about them together as human and some about them together after she becomes Na'vi

AS HUMAN: 

-Childhood sweethearts, obviously. Neyetam was the first to fall through, while Reader still struggle to admit to herself that she had a crush on her best friend.

-Neteyam didn't care that she was human, he only saw her and thought she was the prettiest thing he saw as she started to grow and develop more into her adult features and as for the reader she always thought Neteyam was beautiful.

-They both loved exploring Pandora together just the two of them. He loves the way her eyes light up when he takes her somewhere new. 

-She loves to fly with him on his ikran, it's her favorite thing in the world to either sit behind him with her wrapped around his waist or in front of him with his wrapped around hers as they fly

-Now the reader is about 5ft and Neteyam is about 8ft, so she constantly struggling to keep up with him, so sometimes he'll just let her climb on his back so he doesn't have to worry about losing her or her feet hurting her from all the walking they do. Plus he loves when he gets to carry her around

-He loves when she learns how to do his hair or how to help treat his wounds. She thinks it's cute how he thinks she so fragile and how worked up he gets when she does something stupid with Lo'ak. 

-He also loves how small and shy she gets whenever he kisses her cheek or brings her flowers. She loves when she tells him how good he did on a hunt or whatever, how happy and shy he gets. 

-He loves that even though she didn't have a relationship with her dad or the fact that she and Jake are close, she still listens to his rant about his dad with open ears and tries to help him in what way she can. 

-She loves that he comes to the lab just to spend more time with her when she wants to take her mask off and can't be outside

-She hates that she has to go back to the lab to take her mask off if she wants to kiss him or something, and he finds it adorable. 

-he loves that despite her being human, she has no problem attempting to fight people half her size. She loves that Neyetam waits for her signal before stepping in and defending her. 

-when her dad came back, he was worried for her, and she loved that he gave her time to figure out and deal with that without overstepping. 

-he doesn't trust Quaritch at first, but he does attempt to make nice once he sees that reader is giving him a chance 

-was a mess when she got kidnapped, it took everything neteyam had him not to go after right away. The second she was rescued, he kept her by his side, refusing to let her go.

AS NA'VI: 

-When she successfully transferred to an avatar, he was so happy! His baby wasn't such a danger to herself anymore, wait that's a lie....she loves to give him even more heart attacks now 

-He misses her being 3ft shorter than him and having to carry her everywhere and she misses being carried by her mate, so sometimes she'll ask him if he can carry her and he happily agrees every time

-They love flying together, when she got to choose her Ikran, he was nervous but was the proudest person ever when she made the connection right away

-Sometimes when they don't want to talk, they will connect their queues and just let each other feel their emotions which helps them make a deeper bond.

-She loves that she can kiss him without that stupid mask being in her way and takes full advantage of it, loving how shy Neyetam gets until he turns the tables on her. 

-He loves that he can just lean his head against hers, kiss her, or just touch her cheeks without the mask in the way, he loves being able to love on her extra more now. 

-She officially becomes his mate even though she was always before but now it's official, and after the ceremony, he refers to her as his wife whenever he gets the chance.  

-Helps her get adjusted to being a full Na'vi now, always gentle and patience with her whenever she doesn't nail something on the first time. 

-one of his favorite things is to watch her just run and be free with his siblings without a care in the world, even if she and Lo'ak give him 20 heart attacks a day from how reckless they are. 

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[plooto]

neteyam x reader , reader is in heat ofc

#neteyam sully x reader smut #neteyam suli x reader #atwow neteyam #atwow smut #rae whispers 🫧 // chats #neteyam x reader

[arachine]

as a warm welcome for us becoming mutual now (yayy) I’D REALLY LIKE TO SPILL WHATS IN MY HEADD FOR THIRST HUAHAUA please i am a HUGE fan of size difference concept and??? that one oldest sully boy??? pretty sure when he’s in 20s he’ll have the same toned buff body like his daddy so yerrr imagine that soft big boy in heat— they mated! so it does not rule out they possibly can be in heat. just, how cute it is for his eyes to see his beloved one under him, overstimulated and all after handling his needy self, and he will just, peppers kisses there and here and saying something like, “you can do it one more time again for me, right? please, baby. just one more.”

— ngl i’m not that knowledgeable about heat cycles or anything like that so i didn’t wanna get too detailed…but this is how i would imagine this happening (if he were to ever go into heat).

anyway, the idea of neteyam going into heat and needing to fuck something real bad has me salivating. like…? your body is raging with hormones and you want little ol’ me? :((

i can just imagine him being so much more vocal, more whiny—and he’s not one to whine—you know, because he’s usually too preoccupied being the brooding older brother. whining was lo’ak’s job.

but once he’s got you under him, man, he doesn’t let up. just keeps rutting into to you like he’s got something to prove, laying stroke after stroke, plugging you up with all of his seed.

you’re so overstimulated that half of the time, you don’t even know what position’s he’s got you in. suddenly, you can’t tell up from down, left from right, right from left—you’re just pliant. a piece of clay for him to mold and bend into his vision.

“you are always so good for me,” he pants, “sosososo good.”followed after, “gonna f-fill you up real nice—give you a future olo’eyktan, hm?”

#neteyam x reader smut #neteyam sully x reader smut #neteyam smut #neteyam sully smut #‹ ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*♡‧₊˚𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐬 ᥫ᭡ .ᐟ › #avatar.thirsts

[holdyourwine]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ most of my work will be in an anthology, which means one character has their own universe and all works related to them is under the same setting and storyline. or you may say, it is a series with no sequence.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 — Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan 〞 a yumejoshi anthology in which this is selfship fics yet i did not include the name. she/her used, half-breed Na’vi Omaticayan character, James Cameron’s Avatar, canon divergence — please remember it is not arranged in line, but it is connected.

Eywa Sent, Such Heavenly ; finished

✎(.n) For how should he deny, that this one time, an enchanting creature; a Na’vi, has made her ways into his liking? May his soul can reach her, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being an ideal grace.

Is She Not, The Word Beauty Itself? ; finished

✎ (.n) He yielded the universe for her, to make his love its way to be poured upon her fair skin. Far from home, Awa’atlu, reminding the promise he had made in the last minute of their feet upon the ground of their homeland.

His Long-preserved Love ; finished

✎ (.n) Now therefore, while the youthful hue sits on their skin like morning dew, Neteyam will love to pour his unspoken love, and wish.

How Can Any Man Bear Such Tragedy?

coming soon

Bond The Soul

coming soon

Glee Shines Upon Her Face

coming soon

and will be many more

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌© holdyourwine, 2023

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