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[haneisngocha]

Hiiiii💗💗💗 I just wanted to show you all my CharOc, and yesss that character is Tsu'tey in Avatar 2009, and the girl is Han'ekiry, my albino Na'vi OC😋🥳💗✨

This is my Facebook link, I'm really, really looking forward to making new friends. Love you all so much!👉👈

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[haneisngocha]

Hi y'allllllll😋💗💗💗

This is my charoc with Tsu'tey in Avatar💗

And here is my Facebook, I hope everyone, if you like Avatar, will add me😋

https://www.facebook.com/share/17rnV9PKdN/

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Loreya but they're hip hop (⁠づ≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)づ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)

[haneisngocha]

Guyyyyyys it must have been about ten centuries since I last colored a tradi painting, and look, ABSOLUTELY CUTE OMG😋💦

My dear pretty lovely blueberry boy Lo'ak and beloved cutie pie princess mint Tsireya

It's like they're in middle school, Reya is in 7th grade and Lo Lo is in 8th grade, teen couple yesssssss anyway I love the way Vietnamese call it "tình yêu chíp bông" so cute =>>>>>>>

[haneisngocha]

Please help me! Someone is saying I stole their money! 😭😭😭

I don't even have a bank account, and I really don't understand much of what they're saying. I'm Vietnamese, and reading their messages through Google Translate is quite confusing

Is this a scam? Should I report this to the police?

Please help me, I don't want to lose this Tumblr account and all the Neteyam fanfiction and fana art I've collected😭😭😭😭

Đcm đời t khổ hơn chó đu fandom th cũng bị dí💔💔💔💔💔💔

[haneisngocha]

My pretty little baby Meri and her wife, my oc, "E" 🦌❤️‍🔥

[iimixie]

ミ★ Not so busy, now.

🝮 olo’eyktan!Neteyam x fem!omatikaya reader!

genre - smut

Wc, - 2.3k

requested? - here

SUMMARY, Neteyam is busy constantly with Olo'eyktan duties and hasn't been giving enough attention to his mate, so she takes matters into her own hands.

Warnings - masturbation, pussy eating, language, overall smut.

It had been about a year since Neteyam took place as Olo'eyktan after his father, you were already happily mated with Neteyam and had to adjust to this new lifestyle as his mate.

At first, it was great the two of you got a bigger kelku as mates who someday will need the space for your future family.

Neteyam and you decided to wait a few more years to adjust before jumping into having kids right away.

Neteyam always made time for you planning date nights, checking in on you midday after hunts, walking through the forest with you when you needed to collect herbs, or flying on your ikrans when you needed fresh air.

Then he was always always at mealtime three times a day with you once in the morning when you cut up some refreshing fruits for him to eat before fulfilling his duties, once in the afternoon after patrol with his brother Lo'ak, and once at evening mealtime after a hunting party where you and him ate with the entire clan.

After, dinner he'd drag you back to the kelku and eat his favorite meal of the day, he'd sprawl you out and eat you out until your body was shaking from pleasure. He got you attached to that everyday life.

Slowly, but surely, as the humans returned once more Neteyam's attention had to drawl focus back on the safety of the clan.

You understood this, of course you did. How could you be upset at your mate for protecting your people?

Though with time, Neteyam stopped planning date nights, stopped checking in on you, had warriors accompany you when gathering herbs, no more bonding with your ikrans or getting fresh air.

He only spent time with you during mealtimes and at night when he slept next to you after a long day when he was exhausted, he didn't ever have time planned for you two anymore.

So naturally you got irritated, how could he adjust you to a new lifestyle then rip it away from you?

That's when you brought it up to him on the way back from evening mealtime. As soon as he closed the flaps to your kelku you expressed your concerns. "Neteyam... I've been meaning to talk with you."

His face furrowed as he turns around towards you, "What is it?" he asks head tilting to the side. "Well, I know you are constantly busy with your duties as Olo'eyktan... but, I have to admit I feel a little... I don't know... neglected." His eyes soften as he makes his way over.

He grabs your hands and puts them in his, "I am sorry ma muntxatu. (my mate) I never meant to make you feel this way. I've just been so occupied with my duties... and that is no excuse."

His hand finds your face caressing your cheek with his thumb as he speaks once again "Next week, I want you to get ready for date night... we will ride on our ikran's yes?"

She nods letting a small smile appear on her face "Okay." she says hopefully, he nods with her seeing as she was pleased with his words.

"Let's get some rest alright?" he guides her to their shared hammock. They interlock their bodies with each other and doze off in comfort.

A few days later, Y/n excitedly made breakfast for her mate and herself chopping some fruits up on her cutting board to start their day as Neteyam fetched some water from the nearby river.

She hummed a soft tune to herself, as she put the cut-up fruit into bowls for them.

As you finish up you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder "Hey, Yawntu." (Lover), He places the bowl of water next to the fresh fruit you just cut. "Looks delicious." he grabs a piece of fruit biting into it.

She smiles softly at him "Thank you." she responds "No. thank you.' he rubs her thigh softly.

They both continue to eat their breakfast, enjoying their quiet, calm morning. "Did you pack up for tonight?" he asks before taking a long sip of water. She nods, watching him "Yes. I packed for you too."

He sets the bowl of water down, licking his lips. Her tail twitches and Neteyam being the mighty warrior he is catches it immediately.

He draws closer, hand tracing the outside of her thigh slowly making its way to her heinie. "I can't wait to taste you on my lips again."

Her thighs clench at her mate's dirty words, he observes her before tugging at her tail playfully. In instinct she pushes him back a bit as she gasps, "Neteyam!" She scolds.

He lets out a soft chuckle, "What? it is so fun when you react like that." he simply shrugs as if it was nothing, she rolls her eyes playfully then lets out a little laugh of her own, then footsteps.

Neteyams ears perked up, hadn't he told his brother to take patrol with the tsamsiyu's (warriors) while he spent the day with his mate?

Neteyam's standing in a flash of an eye, he draws his knife out and edges towards the open flaps of the door.

You watch him closely hand hovering over your own knife, then appears Lo'ak.

Neteyam sighs putting his knife back in its sheath, "What is it brother?" he watches Lo'ak's eyes look over to you in a sympathetic way as they take the conversation outside the door of kelku.

You observe them talking, they seem to argue a bit before Neteyam sighs running a hand over his face before nodding and saying something more to Lo'ak before his brother heads off in a hurry.

He turns to you, "Y/n..." he starts speaking, but your quick to cut him off "You are leaving?" she says without looking up at him.

"There's a problem. I need to take care of it." Her attention stays on the food infront of her. "Why must you go? Can't Lo'ak?"

"No, they need me." she scoffs, finally looking up at him "You promised me Neteyam, you promised you would spend time with me." He sighs, "I know, I will. But they need me."

"They always need you. What about me?" His eyes flare up with anger, "I am protecting this clan, that is my duty. You are a part of that clan. I'm protecting you!" She looks away towards the stuff she packed for their day together, Neteyam follows her gaze and sighs.

He crouches down next to you grabbing your arm gently before speaking in an even gentler tone. "I'm sorry, okay? I promise I'll make it up to you." He rubs her arms up and down, she doesn't answer and then a voice calls "Neteyam!"

He squeezes his eyes shut, "I will be back." he says finally grabbing his bow and arrow, giving her one last glance before heading out.

Y/n spent the rest of her day alone, she stayed inside their kelku trying to understand her own emotions. She had just wanted to spend more time with her mate why was that so hard for him?

She thought on and on for hours on end, Neteyam made no effort to even make it back at all for supper. Now he was on your nerves.

The one time of the day he didn't miss he missed it. How could he do this? instead of letting her emotions take over she decided internally tomorrow her mate would get the cold shoulder.

She ate her supper and left out Neteyam's on the mat of the kelku he usually sat at. She climbed into their shared hammock with a huff pulling the blankets over her and let her eyes close for rest.

Neteyam sighed as he walked into the kelku whom he shared with his mate, his mate.

She was no doubt upset with what happened earlier today, and he didn't even get to make it home for supper as he had to raid the sky people.

He felt the guilt rub in as his eyes caught onto his leaf plate filled with a mouthwatering meal his mate had prepared for him.

He set his bow and arrow on the hand carved wooden holder he had built in his days of youth with his father.

How did his father manage to keep his mother happy while fulfilling his duties? and taking care of four trouble making kids.

He crouches down, picking his homecooked meal and grabbing a piece of leopard palm fruit, and biting into it as the buttery orange flavor bursts onto his tongue.

His ears flick as he hears a soft groan coming from the other side of the kelku his eyes snap to the sound as he watches his mate move around in her sleep. Neteyam sets the leaf plate down and rises to his feet.

Perhaps I should get some sleep.

He thinks to himself, as he walks over to the hammock watching his sleeping mates form as he takes his cummerbund off. He slips into the hammock with ease careful not to wake you.

He wraps his arm around your waist letting his hand rest at your stomach and settling his head gently on your own.

You softly groan as your eyes drift open, they adjust to the dark setting of your home.

You feel a pressure on your stomach and look down at the familiar blue hand that rested at your belly.

Neteyam. At least he made it home safely, you think to yourself.

You carefully turn on your back not wishing to wake your mate from his sleep. She takes a quick look at him, his face was relaxed for once, his long eyelashes remaining perfectly still, and his full lips breathed out.

Gosh he was so irritably handsome.

Your canines bite down onto your own plump lips, as you observe your mate his toned body, his breathing, his veiny hands...

You could watch him forever if you truly wanted too, and gosh did you.

Instinctively your own hand makes its way to your loincloth hand dipping into it your hands graze your clit, slick already building up.

You had so much pent-up needs as Neteyam has been too busy to deal with them himself.

You weren't the greatest expert at touching yourself, it sure wasn't Neteyam's hands but it would do.

You untie the knots of your loincloth and rub a small circle on your little nub and throw your head back softly, letting out sigh.

You imagined Neteyam's hands touching you... caressing you.

You push your top up hand finding its way to your breast as you rolled your nipple around in your fingers.

You quickened your pace, eager to chase your high as you thought of your mate. "Oh... teyam." You moaned out.

Your orgasm was coming as you squeezed your eyes shut, your legs clenched and then a hand grabs your wrist ripping your hand away.

Your eyes snap open to find Neteyam's hand gripping onto your wrist "What are you doing?" she looks up at Neteyam and gulps.

"Nothing." she says quickly, shit. "That does not look like nothing."

He gives his mate a look wishing for explanation, but before she could find her words, he lets his finger graze your clit.

Your hips buck, as you gasp. "Is that for me?" He asks tilting his head to the side as he looks at you, playing dumb.

As much as you wished to stay angry at him, you craved his touch more than anything else in the world right now. So, she nods "Yes Teyam."

He looks down again "then it is my right to help you." he puts simply, he adjusts himself climbing over you and parting your thighs open with his hands. He observes your pussy, "She is hungry." he leans forward,

fingers rubbing small circles onto her little nub, her hips jolt forward and he removes his hand, she whines at the loss of touch.

"Tsk, patient Yawntu." (Lover) he backs up a little, the firm grip on your thighs urging to push your legs up to your chest.

His head dips to go between your thighs, giving your clit a small peck before giving a single gentle lick.

You huff, parting your legs farther for him noticing your gesture he reaches up at your pushed up top and finds your breast kneading it in his hand. "Please teyam..." you beg.

He groans, looking up at how needy you look before burying his head between your thighs.

His wet tongue flicked at your nub like there was no tomorrow, the rigid little bumps on his tongue mixing perfectly with the strokes of his tongue. Soft rumbles erupt from his chest, at your littles gasps.

His head lifts, muzzling into the top of your mound. "So pretty." he mumbles, your hands find his head and push him back down.

His tongue drags over your pussy again, his hand falling to your stomach pushing it softly.

His licks were long, slow, and deliberate. His mate squeals, hands pushing at his head, as he licks relentlessly at her nub.

She goes to close her thighs, but his hands hold her in place as he nibs her inner thigh as a warning. He pushes his head further into her pussy, hand pushing her down into the hammock as her hips try to escape.

"Neteyam- oh my eywa- yes..." she moans out, he continues to lick and suck at your clit until her legs begin to shake her orgasm quickly coming back.

The ridges and bumps of his tongue swirl against her clit in a circular way having her cry out. "M'close Ma Teyam!"

He hungrily sucks her clit, and she shatters hips bucking as her pussy clenches and squirts all over his face soaking him as he slurps her juices up.

She falls back, into the hammock as her mate finally moves away from in between her thighs.

She takes deep breaths, he follows after her laying aside her once more head in his hand as his arm was perched up.

"Just needed my attention huh paskalin?" (honey) he rubs her side. "I expect no attitude tomorrow. Got it?" She nods at her mates' words.

"Good girl."

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[haneisngocha]

Idk I can't choose one of these 3 backgrounds 😭 help me pls yall🙏😔

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My first drawing of the lunar new year !!!

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR 💗🎆🎉

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friendly fire / neteyam

aged up! neteyam x na'vi reader. MDNI 🔞

Summary: Neteyam Sully has spent his whole life being perfect. You’ve spent yours surviving. On the battlefield, you’re constantly at each other's throats. Behind closed tent flaps, you’re... well, still at each other's throats, just differently. Warnings: 3.8k words, aged up! neteyam, rival with benefits, explicit smut, p in v, hate sex, fingering, a lot of teasing, mdni

Chapters: friendly fire, friendlier fire, friendliest fire, frozen fire, seed of fire

For his entire life, Neteyam was the standard. He was the firstborn son of Toruk Makto and the heir to the Omaticaya after all.

In the training ring, he was faster, stronger, and smarter than every other kid his age. He was used to looking back and seeing everyone else trying to catch up. He lived with the heavy weight of expectation, but he carried it easily because he knew, deep down, he was the best.

Then you limped into High Camp.

You weren't Omatikaya. You were a Windtrader, a nomad born to the open skies and shifting trade routes, not the dense and suffocating forest. But you didn't arrive at High Camp with rare beads or woven songs to trade. You arrived with nothing but the blood-stiffened clothes on your back and a survivor's hollow stare.

The Mangkwan or what they also called the Ash People had descended on your caravan like a pyroclastic flow, brutal and silent until the screaming started. You were the only thing that crawled out of that smoke.

When Jake Sully took you in, Neteyam looked at you with that unbearable softness. Pity. To him, you were just a merchant’s child whose wings had been clipped, a broken traveler terrified of the dark. He saw your silence as trauma that needed gentle handling, not the calculating quiet of a predator waiting for the right moment.

He expected to have to teach you how to hold a bow, to slow his pace for the poor wanderer who had lost their way. He thought he was your savior. He had no idea he was looking at a survivor who had learned to fight dirty long before he even learned to fly.

That illusion shattered the first time you stepped onto the sparring mat.

Neteyam had offered to go easy on you. He remembered the look on your face, it was an insult. When he lunged, expecting you to cower, you moved with a feral, desperate speed that he had never seen in a structured lesson.

You fought with the raw, desperate instinct of a survivor, casting aside all ideas of honor and form. Within ten seconds, the future Olo'eyktan was face-down in the dirt with your forearm crushing his windpipe.

The silence in the camp was deafening. You crushed his pride alongside his defense.

From that day on, everything changed. You had grown from a charity case into a real threat.

Suddenly, Neteyam wasn't automatically the best archer, because you never missed a shot. He wasn't the best tracker, because you could smell an RDA patrol from a mile away. He stopped looking at you with pity and started looking at you with a burning and obsessive intensity.

He trained harder, stayed up later, and pushed himself to the breaking point just to reclaim his spot at the top, but you were always right there, matching him step for step.

He hated it.

You were the only person who didn't treat him like royalty. You rolled your eyes at his orders, you corrected his stance, and you smirked when he missed. You became the grit in his eye, the one variable he couldn't control. The rivalry consumed both of you, bleeding into everything you did until that aggression and need for dominance found a different outlet in the back of a weapons tent.

Now, he doesn't just want to be the best for his father. Instead, he wants to be the best to prove it to you.

The mist clinging to the Hallelujah Mountains hadn't even burned off yet, but the thwack of arrows hitting woven targets echoed through the clearing.

Neteyam stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his posture text-book perfect. He drew the string back to his cheek, exhaled slowly, and released. The arrow flew straight, embedding itself directly in the center of the painted circle.

He lowered his bow, glancing sideways at you with that maddeningly arrogant tilt of his head. "Center mass. Clean kill. That is how you conserve energy."

You were leaning against a rock, chewing on a piece of dried fruit, looking unimpressed. You swallowed and picked up your own bow— a scavenged thing you’d re-strung yourself, rougher than his ceremonial weapon but just as deadly.

"That's how you kill a target that stands perfectly still and waits for you to shoot it," you drawled, stepping up to the line. "But out there? The Sky People don't wait."

"Form dictates accuracy," Neteyam lectured, watching you closely. "If your foundation is sloppy, your shot is lucky. We don't rely on luck."

"Watch and learn, Golden Boy."

Instead of planting your feet like the instructors taught, you broke into a run. You sprinted parallel to the targets, sliding on your knees through the mud. In mid-slide, you twisted your torso, drew, and fired.

The arrow hissed through the air and struck the target— not dead center, but an inch to the right, deep in the 'lung' area. A kill shot.

You stood up, wiping mud off your knees, and smirked at him. "Dead is dead. Doesn't matter if it's pretty."

Neteyam scoffed, walking over to inspect the target. He pulled your arrow out with a sharp yank. "You exposed your back during the slide. If there was a second shooter, you’d be down."

"If there was a second shooter, you’d still be standing in your perfect pose getting shot while I was already moving to cover," you shot back, snatching the arrow from his hand.

"You are undisciplined," he muttered, stepping closer, invading your space under the guise of instruction.

"Your elbow was too high on the draw. You’re going to tear a muscle."

"My elbow was fine," you argued, standing your ground. "It works for me."

"It’s wrong." Neteyam moved behind you, his chest brushing your back. To anyone watching, he was the dutiful squad leader correcting a subordinate. But you could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breath hitched slightly. "Raise your arm. Like this."

He gripped your forearm, his touch firm, sliding up to your bicep. His fingers dug in slightly, a silent reminder of who had pinned whom against the tent pole hours ago.

"You're hovering, Neteyam," you whispered, low enough that only he could hear. "Distracting."

"If you're distracted, you're dead," he murmured into your ear, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave. "Focus."

"Get off of me," you said, shoving him back with your elbow, though there was no real bite in it.

"Hey! Break it up!"

The voice made you both jump apart. Lo'ak came jogging into the clearing, looking between the two of you with a confused frown. He held a basket of fish, looking tired.

"By Eywa," Lo'ak groaned, rubbing his face. "Do you two ever stop? I could hear you arguing from the breakfast fire. 'Your form is bad,' 'You're too stiff.' It’s exhausting."

Neteyam immediately straightened up, the perfect soldier mask sliding back into place. "She refuses to listen to protocol, Lo'ak. Someone has to make sure she doesn't get herself killed."

You rolled your eyes, re-nocking an arrow. "And someone has to make sure your brother doesn't turn into a statue while the war happens around him."

Lo'ak laughed, shaking his head. "I swear, you two hate each other more than we hate the demons. One day you’re going to kill each other."

Neteyam glanced at you. A tiny, imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a secret just for you.

"Maybe," Neteyam said smoothly. "But until then, we train. Again."

He looked at you, his golden eyes challenging. "And this time, try to actually hit the center."

"Make me," you hissed at him, just before loosing another arrow.

The War Tent was stifling, smelling of damp earth and stale smoke. Jake Sully stood over the holomap, the blue light casting long, harsh shadows across his face. You stood in the back, arms crossed, while Neteyam stood right at his father’s elbow, mirroring his stance perfectly.

"We’ve got reports of a supply train moving through Sector 4," Jake said, pointing to a glowing red line on the map. "Neteyam, I want your squad to scout the perimeter. Do not engage. Just eyes on. If the RDA is moving heavy equipment, we need to know."

"Yes, sir," Neteyam nodded sharply. He leaned over the map, tracing a path with his finger. "We’ll take the southern ridge. It provides the best cover from the gunships. We can observe from the high ground and exfil before they scan the area."

It was a safe plan. A smart plan. A textbook plan.

You let out a short, sharp huff of breath. It wasn't quite a laugh, but in the quiet tent, it was loud enough.

Neteyam froze. He didn't turn around, but you saw his ears twitch back. Jake looked up, his yellow eyes locking onto yours.

"You have something to say?" Jake asked, his voice neutral but commanding.

"The southern ridge is a wind tunnel this time of year, sir," you said, stepping forward. You ignored Neteyam’s glare burning into the side of your face. "If we take the Ikrans that way, the downdraft will make us fight for stability the whole time. We’ll be loud, and we’ll be slow. If a Sampson patrol catches us there, we’re sitting ducks."

Neteyam turned to you fully now, his jaw tight. "It’s the standard recon route. We’ve flown it a dozen times."

"And the Sky People know that," you countered, meeting his gaze evenly. "They aren't stupid, Neteyam. They predict the safe moves. I say we cut through the Needle hills. It’s tight, it’s dangerous, but the magnetic interference there blinds their sensors. We can get right on top of them before they even know we’re there."

"The Needles?" Neteyam sounded incredulous. "You want to fly a squad through a rock field where one wrong turn means smashing into a cliff? That’s reckless."

"It’s unexpected," you corrected. "Survival isn't about being safe. It's about being invisible."

Silence stretched between you. Neteyam looked like he wanted to strangle you. You looked at Jake.

Jake looked between his son—the careful, burdened heir and you—the survivor who had crawled out of the ashes. He rubbed his chin.

"She's right about the sensors," Jake said finally. He looked at Neteyam. "Take the Needles. But Neteyam leads. You follow his pace. If he says pull back, you pull back. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," you said, a flicker of victory in your voice.

"Sir," Neteyam said stiffly, though he looked like he’d swallowed a rock.

Ten minutes later, outside the tent, the explosion happened.

Neteyam grabbed your arm before you could reach your Ikran, yanking you behind a stack of supply crates, out of sight of the others.

"What is your problem?" he hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You undermine me in front of the Olo'eyktan? In front of the squad?"

"I gave tactical advice," you shot back, wrenching your arm free. "You were walking us into a trap because you’re too afraid to take a risk!"

"I am responsible for their lives!" Neteyam stepped into you, forcing you back against the crates. The gap between you vanished. "I don't have the luxury of playing hero like you do. If I make a mistake, people die. If you make a mistake, it’s just you."

That stung. You barred your teeth, grabbing his shoulders and jerking him down to your level. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know I’m expendable compared to the Great Toruk Makto’s son?"

"Stop saying that," he growled.

"Then stop acting like your way is the only way just because you read the manual!" you shouted, then lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. "I’m trying to keep you alive, you idiot. The southern ridge is a kill box today. I felt the wind."

Neteyam stared at you, his chest heaving against yours. The anger in his eyes warred with something else, the realization that you weren't trying to outshine him, you were trying to protect him. It confused him. It made him furious and desperate all at once.

"You are impossible," he breathed.

"And you're welcome," you snapped.

The tension snapped. He grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling violently in your hair, and crushed his mouth to yours. It was an angry, biting kiss, fueled by the adrenaline of the argument and the fear of the mission ahead.

It was a battle for dominance, a way to scream at each other without words. He broke away, gasping, his forehead resting heavily against yours. His eyes were dark, blown wide.

"We take the Needles," he whispered roughly, his voice scraping against the air. "But if you crash, I’m leaving you there."

You smirked, though your heart was racing like a drum. You ran a thumb over his bottom lip, which was swollen from the force of the kiss.

"Deal. Try to keep up, flyboy."

You shoved him back and turned toward your Ikran, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the reins. Behind you, you heard Neteyam take a deep, stabilizing breath before shouting orders to the squad, his voice once again steady, commanding, and perfect.

The mission through the Needle rocks had been a success, but it had been a nightmare. The wind shears were worse than you predicted, and at one point, you had to dive your Ikran vertically between two colliding floating mountains to avoid a gunship scan. It was insane. It was brilliant.

And Neteyam looked like he wanted to kill you.

The moment the squad landed back at the High Camp, amidst the pouring rain of a sudden storm, Neteyam didn't even dismiss the others properly. He barked a generic "Equipment check, then rest!" to the group before grabbing the harness of your vest and practically dragging you toward the secluded overhang where the extra saddles were stored.

He shoved you into the dry space, the sound of the rain roaring outside like a waterfall. It was dark, cramped, and smelled of wet leather and ozone.

"You dove," Neteyam seethed, shaking the water from his hair, his chest heaving. "We said stay in formation. You dove into a blind gap!"

"I saw the scanner!" you yelled back, shoving his hands off your vest. "If I hadn't dove, they would have pinged the whole squad! I saved your ass, Neteyam!"

"You risked the mission on a hunch!"

"I was right!"

"You're a maniac!"

The shouting stopped abruptly as he slammed you back against the rock walls. The anger was still there, blazing in his eyes, but it had mutated. The adrenaline from the near-death flight was vibrating under his skin, seeking an outlet.

He looked at you—wet, defiant, chest rising and falling rapidly—and the restraint snapped.

"I hate you," he growled, his voice dropping into that rough, unrecognizable register.

"Feeling is mutual, skxawng," you hissed.

He didn't need to be told twice. He crashed against you, his mouth capturing yours with bruising force. There was no tenderness, no romance. It was a collision of teeth and tongues, a continuation of the argument by other means. You bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper, and he groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated against your chest.

His hands were frantic, fumbling with the buckles of your heavy vest. He tore the leather straps loose, not caring if they broke, desperate to get the armor off. As soon as the vest hit the dirt, his hands were on your skin, hot and rough, gripping your waist with enough force to leave marks.

"You think you're so smart," he muttered against your neck, hiking your leg up around his waist. He pressed you hard against the rock wall, the friction of his body against yours sending electricity shooting through your veins. "Always have to be the hero."

"Someone has to be," you gasped, throwing your head back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. You dug your nails into his back, scraping down the spine. "Since you're too busy following rules."

"Shut up," he breathed, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your loincloth. "I'm going to make you shut up."

"Try it."

He lifted you effortlessly, and you wrapped your legs tight around him, anchoring yourself.

Then you hissed at him.

He laughed, the sound like honey and venom in your ears, his breath fanning your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "Someone is eager," he purred, lips brushing your skin. His arms tighten like a vice around you, holding you tight. "Already getting the shivers and I've barely touched you."

"Shut up," you snapped, struggling to sound confident and not at all affected by his proximity.

Neteyam kissed you again. His kiss was demanding, hot, and possessive, swallowing your gasp before you can even think of protesting. He pressed you harder against the rock, the rough texture biting into your back, but all you can focus on is the way his tongue teases yours, the way his body pins you in place.

He started to undo your loincloth. His fingers are rough but quick, the knot of your loincloth unraveling easily under his touch. The fabric slips away, leaving you bare against him. His heated skin pressed flush against yours, the teasing friction making your breath hitch.

"Finally," he growled, nipping at your jaw before dragging his lips down your throat.

His touch is both light and maddening, his fingers teasing at your entrance in slow, torturous circles, only to pull away just as you're about to grind into it.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. His fingers trace teasingly, just enough pressure to make you shudder but not enough to give you what you truly crave. "So desperate already."

"Fuck you," you spat.

A sharp grin cuts across his face at your defiance like he was waiting for it.

"Oh?" His voice is pure sin, low and rough as his fingers finally press in, just enough to steal your breath. "That what you want?"

He worked you open slow, deliberate, twisting just there until your hips jerk against him helplessly.

His smirk widens as he feels your body respond, betraying you far more than your words ever could. "Thought so," he murmured, lips grazing your jawline before catching your earlobe between his teeth.

His fingers sink deeper, slow and purposeful, each movement calculated to wring every reaction from you. "You're so fucking tight," he grits out, his own breathing uneven now. His thumb circles your clit, the pressure just shy of cruel, and he watches your face as he does it.

He can read your body like a damn book, every shiver and squirm giving him exactly what he needs to drive you closer to the edge and then pull back just in time.

You let out a whine, hips jerking forward, but before you can even protest, he moved with practiced ease, shifting his own loincloth aside in one smooth motion.

The thick length of him pressed against you, hot and insistent, teasing at your entrance but not giving you what you desperately want.

You hissed again at him. "Stop playing."

"But you look so damn pretty all desperate," he murmured, the words more breath than sound. He rolled his hips again, just enough to make you squirm, his fingers tracing over your waist, your stomach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Like you'd do anything I asked, right now," he added.

"Fuck," you cussed but finally give in. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he said, the words rumbling through his chest, thick and full of promise, and then he's sliding into you with a harsh breath.

You arched and cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of his back, hips jerking to take him as deep as possible.

You gasped when he moved. The slide of him inside you gave a slow, torturous burn that goes straight to your head. It feels like fire and lightning all at once, sending sparks through your veins, setting you alight from the inside out.

He's everywhere. His hands on your hips, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear. You can feel him everywhere, overwhelming all your senses.

But of course, you won't admit it.

"You're terrible," you panted against his skin, moving with him, matching his rhythm instantly. It was a competition, just like the sparring, just like the flying. Who could push harder? Who could last longer? Who would break first?

"And you're loud," he gritted out, his hands tightening on your hips, driving into you with a punishing pace that made your head spin. "Focus."

"I am... focused," you managed to say, though your voice wrecked as he hit a spot that made your vision blur. You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming his name because you refused to give him that satisfaction.

The sound of the rain outside was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin and harsh, ragged breathing.

He wanted to see you come undone. He wanted to prove that he could control you, even if he couldn't control you on the battlefield.

"Say I was right," he gasped, his rhythm faltering as the edge approached. "Say... the southern ridge... was safer."

You laughed, a breathless, broken sound, tightening your grip on him. "Never."

"Stubborn little slut."

When he finished the insult, he felt your orgasm hit, the pleasure spiking so hard it felt like pain, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode out the waves.

Then he pulled out, stroking his cock few times before releasing his cum on your stomach.

For a long time, there was only the sound of heavy panting and the rain.

He pulled back, his chest slick with sweat, and looked at you. His hair was a mess, his pupils blown wide. Then, he cleared his throat and stepped back, letting your legs drop. He reached down and picked up his dropped gear, turning his back to you to fix his loincloth.

"Your landing was sloppy, by the way," he said, his voice raspy but returning to that cool, detached tone.

You slumped against the wall, legs shaking, pulling your vest back over your chest.

"And you finish too fast, Sully."

Neteyam whipped around, eyes narrowing, though his ears burned a dark purple. "Watch it."

"Or what?" you challenged, standing up on wobbling legs. "You'll punish me again?"

He stared at you for a long beat, the heat flaring up in his eyes again, before he shook his head and shoved past you toward the cave entrance.

"Get back to the barracks," he ordered over his shoulder, stepping out into the rain. "And don't be late for dawn patrol."

"Yes, sir," you called after him, wiping a smear of his war paint off your cheek.

[rqnarok]

neteyam who is so obsessed with his mate

fem!na’vi!reader. smut. aged up!neteyam. dark!neteyam. p in v. predator prey as foreplay. oral receiving. nasty nasty sequences

the past years had neteyam on a tight rope. wars, infightings, deaths, blame, guilt, orders—he never had a chance to put his needs ahead of the clan’s. one of his most neglected wants revolves around his intimate life.

which, unsurprisingly, makes his current libido drive higher now as an olo’eyktan. way higher than his younger brother’s, who hardly restrained himself.

thank eywa, neteyam is recently betrothed and married to you. and he promised himself that now will be the age to let greed overconsume him for the first time in his life. he could not believe there was a time when he lived without you—without knowing you. he certainly couldn’t now. not when you plague his mind constantly: during patrols, hunts, and other mundane olo’eyktan tasks.

the first time you and neteyam move into the marui, he knows how excited you are to decorate the place. that’s too bad, because he personally decides to fuck you on every surface you or he can lean on. kissing every inch of your body until you whine out, “h-hm, i’m tired, ’teyam.”

one or two orgasms don’t fulfill neteyam anymore, so he coos, “shh, i know, yawne. just one more time, yeah?”

aside from missionary being his favorite position, neteyam also loves seeing you on top of him. you don’t even do any of the work—he wouldn’t let you. you just sit with your thighs parted as you slowly sink down on his big cock. from there, it’s all him, moving your hips up and down—his own bucking upward, chasing the heat of your core, mumbling, “you make me so happy, syulang. i—fuck—I love you so much.”

he loves you on top because he can watch your plump tits bounce sensually every time he thrusts up. occasionally slowing down—just a little—to focus on latching onto your perked nipples, nipping them until you can see his spit stringing between the contact, “ah, ’teyam—” knowing you’re sensitive there makes his cock throb inside your walls.

in the marui, you shamelessly let him do anything to you. but you really do think he needs to control himself during clan gatherings. everyone’s speaking at the dining feast, and you can’t focus your ears on a single voice. and the ghosting touch of neteyam’s palm on your inner thighs certainly doesn’t help. if anything, it makes it worse.

it was a grounding gesture, until his fingers travel down beneath your loincloth, tips grazing your pooling arousal. you can’t even fathom how he can still speak clearly, telling the people about last week’s hunting luck—two big meer deers that can feed families. the difference in your expressions is almost amusing: his calm face versus your flushed one.

afraid of being inappropriately caught—and embarrassed—you softly smack his hand away, retreating it to his own thigh. anyone who wasn’t you would have missed the subtle change in his expression. the way his eyes narrow, lips twitching as they almost turn into an ugly scowl—a face he wears when he’s annoyed—is a reaction to your… denial.

from that alone, you know you’ll be tortured afterward.

“i thought you don’t want me anymore, yawne?” neteyam commands you to lie on your back, one knee up, presenting your bare pussy toward him. no touching. he sits too far away for your liking, teasing you, thighs parted in dominance. “i thought you didn’t need my fingers anymore, no?”

“yes! no! i need you, please, ’teyam—” you buck your hips desperately for friction, making him chuckle and coo, “oh? funny how you acted differently back there, then, paskalin.”

his punishment goes on until he decides he can’t hold himself back anymore. his heavy shaft is hard just from watching you try to finger yourself, playing with your swollen clit. seeing you fail to reach release, whining, “p-please! please, i’m sorry, ma’teyam, i’ll be good,” is his final straw.

the bulbous tip of his shaft leaks pre-cum, knowing you can only come by his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. nothing else would ever be enough for you. not when he is your first and last.

that night, you reach your peaks so many times you lose count. all you feel in the morning are your sore thighs and neteyam’s nose pressed against your mating gland—so possessive, even in his sleep.

apart from everything above, neteyam loves intense foreplay before sex. at the top of the list is chasing you through the forest. he gives you a ten-second head start—which is nothing to him—after whispering against the shell of your ear, “run, yawne.”

he makes a mental note, counting each second with a subtle smirk. you run as fast as you can, heart pounding, head spinning, toward the darkened part of the rainforest. when you finally feel far enough, you crouch near one of the massive trees, slouching between bushes. then you hear it—the faint sound of his steps. on instinct, you slow your breathing, matching it to the rustling leaves around you.

you almost smile when his steps move in another direction.

but neteyam would not be regarded as the best omatikaya hunter if he weren’t, in fact, the best. the one with the sharpest instinct and stealth moves, almost as if he is another predator. a palulukan of his own, “got’cha,” he got you as his dinner tonight.

a shriek escapes you when his arms circle your stomach. neteyam answers by sealing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. “shh. mawey. i have to claim my reward now, hm?” he strips you of your attire and puts you on all fours. “present, mate.”

neteyam whistles at the sight, watching you arch your back, perking your plump asscheeks toward him in offering.

he makes you ride his face for the first time, one hand stroking his hard member while the other toys with your full breasts. “wha’ a prize you are, ma’yawntu.” after you release your sticky fluid onto his face, he’s back to fucking you from behind. the sound of his balls slapping against your full cheeks nearly drowns beneath your high-pitched ah, ah, ahs.

second on the list is you dancing in front of him. not just any dancing. clothes-off dancing. he strings together a made-up beat with whatever object he can find. you sway to it anyway, moving like liquid, gestures that show off your tits and hardened nipples beneath the moonlight. your plush ass jiggles with every rhythmic sway.

when you notice bioluminescent pre-cum staining his loincloth, you can’t help the coy smirk that forms, “you like my dances, ’teyam?”

“you know i do, syulang. now come here.”

ouuuu they #nasty. this could be read as a stand-alone or a continuation of this! hehe

[m9yaa]

⤷ neteyam x fem!human!scientist! reader

- cw: lower case intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, humans can breathe the air, virgin!reader, mention of masturbation, neteyam keeps talking about his imagination, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, size difference (not explicitly mentioned but reader is human soo), neteyam’s kinda possessive, slight belly bulging. let me know if i missed anything!

- an: apologies if this seems rushed. also, so sad we only got glimpses of neteyam in the third movie, i miss my mannn.

- wc: 4.5k

- summary: you and neteyam were inseparable as children. like spider, you were a human left behind, raised among the omatikaya, growing up with pandora as the only home you ever truly knew. when quaritch and the recoms forced jake sully and his family to flee, neteyam disappeared with them, leaving you behind for years of silence and unanswered feelings.

that is, until he returns.

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you don’t remember a time before pandora.

the forest has always been there in your memories. the hum of insects at dusk, the way the leaves glowed beneath your bare feet, the smell of rain clinging to everything. you learned the paths before you learned to read, learned which branches could hold your weight, which plants to avoid, which ones neteyam swore were “harmless” right before you proved him wrong.

neteyam had always been there too, along with kiri, lo’ak, tuk and spider of course.

you grew up at his side, trailing after him and his siblings like it was the most natural thing in the world. he taught you how to climb when your human hands slipped, how to keep quiet when the forest went still, how to laugh when you fell instead of crying. sometimes he carried you on his back when you got tired, grumbling the whole time but never once leaving you behind.

you were different, you always knew that, smaller, softer, human. but with him, it never felt like something that mattered. you belonged because he said you did. because the sullys said you did.

those days feel impossibly distant now.

you remember the tension creeping in before everything changed. the way the adults spoke in hushed voices, the way neteyam stopped laughing so easily. you didn’t understand gravity of it then, only that something was wrong. that the forest felt heavier. that goodbye came too fast.

one day, they were there.

the next, they were gone.

the forest felt wrong after that. too big. too quiet. you still walked the same paths, still slept beneath the same stars, but everything felt tilted, like pandora itself had shifted without him in it. you told yourself you were fine. you had to be.

norm and max stayed.

they became your anchors in a way you hadn’t expected. the lab, once overwhelming, all blinking lights and foreign sounds, slowly turned into something familiar. safe. you still visited the clan occasionally, although no way near as much as you once had. you learned how to calibrate equipment, how to catalogue samples, how to keep your hands steady even when your chest felt tight with missing someone you weren’t sure you were allowed to miss this much.

you grew up between microscopes and memory.

years passed like that. quietly. you traded scraped knees and borrowed na’vi clothes for data pads and human fabric that felt strange against skin used to vines and leaves. you still visited the forest, pandora was home, always would be, but you were changing, just as much as everything else.

and then one day..

“they’re back!”

the words didn’t register at first.

your hands stilled over the lab bench. the hum of machinery faded into a dull roar in your ears. they’re back. which meant..

no. you didn’t let yourself think it. not yet.

when they arrived, it was chaos. voices overlapping, na’vi gathering, the air thick with emotion and relief and something heavier underneath. you hung back near the edge, heart pounding so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.

and then you saw him.

neteyam stood just behind his father, taller than you remembered, broader, scarred in ways that made your chest ache. the boy who you remembered to be, was gone. in his place stood a warrior, quiet, alert, eyes sharper than before.

his gaze swept the crowd.

and then it landed on you.

for a split second, something cracked in his composure. not enough for anyone else to notice, but you did. you always had. his eyes widened, just barely, like he was seeing a ghost.

you weren’t the same either.

you saw it in the way his gaze lingered, uncertain, like he was trying to reconcile who you were now with the memory of the human kid who used to sit beside him, legs swinging, asking too many questions.

too much time had passed. too many things left unsaid.

but he was here.

he was here and it felt surreal.

you couldn’t move, feet rooted to the ground and you observed the surroundings. around you, people moved, embraces, voices, relief spilling out in bursts but all of it blurred at the edges. all you could see was him.

however, you broke eye contact first.

it wasn’t dramatic, no rush, no stumble, just a quiet decision made. this wasn’t your moment. it shouldn’t be. he’d just returned from years of hiding, fighting, surviving. his family was there, his clan, people who had mourned him as much as they’d waited. whatever this tight, aching thing was in your chest didn’t get to come before that.

so you stepped back.

you slipped through the edge of the crowd, boots soft against the forest floor, the sounds of reunion fading behind you. laughter, choked voices, someone crying openly. it felt wrong to intrude on it with everything you didn’t know how to say. you told yourself you were being sensible. kind, even. he deserved time. space.

you didn’t want to be selfish. and even more, maybe those feelings you felt years ago were one sided. maybe neteyam didn’t feel the same way you did.

the lab welcomed you back with sterile light and familiar hums. too quiet compared to the forest, but steady. you busied yourself with anything you could reach, data logs, recalibrations, a half-finished report you’d already rewritten twice. your hands worked on muscle memory alone, because your mind kept drifting back to the way his eyes had widened when he saw you.

hours passed.

max and norm both questioned why you hadn’t gone to greet them all yet, but you didn’t have a proper answer.

you were bent over a console, pretending very hard to read numbers that refused to make sense, when a shadow crossed the doorway.

you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

the air shifted, subtle, instinctive, the way it always had around him.

“you didn’t come say hi,” neteyam said.

his voice was deeper now. rougher. it sent a warm feeling through your body.

you turned slowly, schooling your expression into something neutral, professional. safe. “you just got back,” you said, like it explained everything. “i figured you’d want to be with your family… your clan.”

for a moment, he just watched you. really watched you. not like before.

“i looked for you,” he said quietly.

“you had a lot of people looking for you,” you reply casually. “i thought… you’d want time with them first.”

neteyam exhales through his nose, something between a huff and a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. he steps closer, careful, like he’s not sure if you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

neteyam eyes flicker over you, slow, deliberate, taking in the way you’ve changed. his tail twitches behind him, restless.

"you’re taller," he blurts out, voice rough. his gaze lingering on your legs, your waist, the curve of your lips.

you swallow hard.

“taller.” that’s all he says? after years? your fingers tighten around the edge of the console, grounding yourself. "and you’re… broader." the words slip out before you can stop them, your traitorous eyes skimming over his chest, the new scars mapping his skin like stories he never got to tell you.

a beat of silence.

his lips quirk. just barely. "you noticed."

your face burns. “damn him”

neteyam steps closer, the scent of him curling around you. too close. your pulse stutters when his tail sways, brushing your thigh. accidentally? you doubt it.

"you left," you blurt, hating how small your voice sounds.

his amusement fades. "i didn’t have a choice."

"You could’ve sent something, tried to communicate with me.” you muttered.

“it was hard when you all left, the only family i felt like i had.”

"i tried." his jaw tenses. "messages got intercepted. people got hurt."

you bit your lip.

neteyam exhales, running a hand through his braids. "you cut your hair." he changes the subject.

you resist the urge to reach for the shorter strands. "it got in the way."

he hummed, his gaze drops to your neck, exposed now. "i liked it long."

“it’s not that much shorter.” you replied.

the air between you thickens, is it awkwardness or just tension? you really can’t tell.

just then, lo’ak swings through the door unceremoniously, his carefree attitude cutting through the thick tension in the air. he takes a moment to take in the scene. neteyam and you are standing close, conversation halted in its tracks. lo’ak lifts an eyebrow, noticing something is off, but his usual smirk remains intact. "you two look serious." he quips, leaning against the console with ease.

neteyam takes a subtle step back, his expression guarded. "we’re just talking." his voice is casual, but there's a hint of irritation.

lo'ak chuckles, his gaze flickering between them. "just talking? looks like it was getting a little heated in here."

“not really.” you butted in, “he was just mentioning my hair.”

lo’ak’s smirk widens at your response, clearly not buying what you said. "right," he drawls, crossing his arms.

neteyam shoots him a glare, tail flicking in annoyance.

lo'ak just shrugs, unfazed. "anyway, dad wants you. something about perimeter checks." he glances at you again, then back at neteyam. "unless you're busy…?”

neteyam exhales sharply through his nose. "i'm coming."

as he moves to follow lo'ak, his fingers brush against yours deliberately, before he pulls away completely. the brief contact sends a wave of heat to your cheeks.

it was innocent enough, but being human on pandora, you never really received any sort of attention from boys, let alone contact.

lo'ak, oblivious to the silent exchange, claps neteyam on the back. "great! because dad’s in one of his moods..”

the door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone in the lab.

later that night, you couldn’t sleep.

your bedroom felt suffocating, so you slipped outside, letting pandora’s night air cool your skin. the glowing flora pulses softly underfoot as you wander deeper into the trees, trying and failing not to think about neteyam.

you felt like you were a kid again, before the events unravelled.

just you and the forest.

the only difference being you in your human pyjamas, rather than the loincloth and top you used to wear.

a twig snaps behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you turn, pulse jumping. only to find neteyam standing there, his silhouette haloed by bioluminescence.

“you followed me," you accuse.

he steps closer, his gaze dark. "yeah." no excuses. no pretenses.

it caught you off guard.

“i was heading over to see you, then saw you leaving so i followed behind.” he replied.

you simply observed.

it made sense.

he made his way over to you, ducking through branches and other greenery.

his fingers trace the edge of your jaw, his touch feather-light, maddening. “i thought about you, you know?” “every damn night under those same stars. wondering if you still looked up at them. if you… missed me."

you gulp as you watch him.

his thumb presses against your bottom lip, dragging it down just slightly. his pupils are blown wide, dark with something raw.

"and when missing you got too much?" he leans in, his next words whispered against your skin, “ i touched myself imagining it was your hands on me."

your stomach clenches, heat pooling low.

neteyam’s words hung thickly in the air, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. you were short for words, shocked at his sudden confession.

your heart hammered in your chest, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling inside you. you swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself before responding. "neteyam, i..." your voice trailed off, uncertain of what to say, but he took another step closer, his tail wrapping around your waist almost possessively.

his hand slid up to cradle your face, his touch sending sparks across your skin.

"sometimes..." his thumb traced the shape of your bottom lip, his voice low and raspy. "sometimes i’d close my eyes, pretend you were with me."

His eyes moved over you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

"and i’d think about you in those moments... how I would touch you, if you were there."

his breath warmed your neck as he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “i’d imagine you here… like this… under the stars we both looked up at.”

a shiver raced down your spine as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“remember that hollow in the cliffs? where we used to hide from lo’ak during games?” his voice was rough, low. “i’d imagine me lying there at night and picture you beside me.. under me.”

your breath hitched.

“i’d imagine pushing your shirt up slow,” he murmured, one hand sliding along your waist, fingers teasing beneath the fabric, “feeling how soft your skin is, how warm. i used to wonder if you'd arch into my touch like this…” he pressed his palm flat against the small of your back and pushed, just enough to make you gasp.

“and i always imagined,” he whispered against your jaw, “that when I finally kissed you here, really kissed you.. you’d taste even sweeter than i imagined.”

his hips shifted forward, the slightest grind, and a low sound escaped him.

“that’s when i would of slipped my hand down,” his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pyjamas, “you wouldn’t stop me.”

you let out a small whimper.

“i dreamt about feeling how wet you get for me,” he admitted hoarsely. “wondered if those quiet little noises would be enough to drive me wild after years of waiting.” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"you kept me up late," he murmured, teeth grazing your skin.

his mouth moved lower, along your collarbone, nipping at it teasingly.

“teyam..” you whined quietly.

"shhh," he hushed, voice thick with want. his hips pressed firmer against yours, letting you feel every hard inch of him. "my little scientist... finally letting me taste what's been mine all along?"

his hand slid lower, past your hips, down to the back of your thigh and hooked it up around his waist. you gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the tree.

"i imagined this too," he growled into your ear. "you wrapped around me, just like that night by the waterfall when we were younger.”

you bit your lip as the memory came flooding back in, you forgot about that.

"i dreamed about making you cum under these stars," he whispered raggedly, tail curling tighter around your waist like a promise. "with my mouth on you.. my name on your lips..”

he finally dipped his hand beneath the hem of your pyjamas, soft fabric sliding aside and brushed one fingertip over damp heat.

he groaned low in his chest.

“shit.. no panties?”

“i.. i don’t wear any to bed.” you replied sheepishly.

he let out a rough, pleased noise. half-growl, half-laugh.

“good,” he breathed. “means I don’t have to tear anything off you.”

his finger dragged through your folds slowly, once, twice, making you whimper and arch against him. “you’re already so wet…”

“you made me wait years,” you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “of course I’m..” you let out a mewl, “ready for you..”

he smirked, adding pressure just where you needed it. “i used to dream about how tight you’d feel around my fingers… my cock.” he slid one deep inside with no warning, slow, deep, and your head fell back against the tree as a moan tore from your throat.

“like that?” he purred.

you nodded ferociously as his thumb found your clit, circling with torturous precision. "tell me," he murmured, voice thick, "how many nights did you lie awake thinking of me?"

you cried out, hips jerking forward. "n-neteyam!”

"answer me." he added pressure, relentless. "did you touch yourself? imagine it was my hand? my mouth?"

a broken sob escaped you. "yes!..” you whined. “almost nightly!..” you followed up.

he continued pumping his fingers in, out, in, out, for a good few minutes.

his fingers curled inside you just right and suddenly, the world shattered. a sharp cry ripped from your throat as heat exploded low in your belly, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you came hard around his fingers, wet and trembling, your knees nearly giving out.

neteyam didn’t pull away. didn’t stop.

he held you through it, thumb still circling the bud gently as the tremors faded, watching your face with fascination.

he slowly slid his soaked fingers free, and without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.

your breath caught at the sight, the raw hunger in his eyes, as dropped to his knees in front of you.

his glowing eyes locked onto yours as he hooked your pyjama shorts around his fingers and yanked them down over trembling hips.

his nose brushed your inner thigh.

his hands slid up the underside of you knees, spreading your legs wider.

“look at her.. perfect.” he mumbled under his breath as he looked almost star-struck.

you watched, breath heaving, as he pressed light, worshiping kisses up the inside of your thigh, his eyes locked onto yours.

he looked wrecked, just from watching you cum.

his breath was hot against your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured.

then he exhaled low, like a prayer, and lowered his mouth to your cunt, still pulsing from your release. he lapped up at your cunt with slow, deep strokes of his tongue.

"you taste even better than I dreamed," he groaned against you.

your fingers fisted into his hair as he circled your clit with his tongue, before he moved further down and began teasing your entrance.

he didn't let up. just held you steady with strong hands on your hips and drank from you like a starved man.

he groaned against your heat, the sound vibrating through you. “so sweet… mine.”

every flick of his tongue was deliberate. slow at first, savoring, like he had years to make up for. then deeper, hungrier. his nose brushing your clit as he devoured you with quiet desperation.

you gasped, back arching off the tree as his thumbs spread you wider and ‘yes..’ “there!” that wicked swirl right over your most sensitive spot.

“you gonna come again?” he murmured between licks, voice rough with need. “right on my face?”

You could only whimper in return, but it was enough.

because neteyam growled low in his chest and dove back in like a man possessed, licking deep into your folds, circling your clit with maddening precision before sucking it gently into his mouth.

stars blurred above you. the forest pulsed beneath. and all that existed was this, him between your legs, the way his name broke from your lips like a prayer..

“neteyam… i’m.. i’m gonna..”

his ears twitched at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue swirling faster, sucking gently as one hand slipped beneath to cup your ass, pulling you even closer.

"again," he growled against you. "let me feel it baby..”

and when you came, shuddering violently against his mouth with a choked cry, he didn't stop.

he just moaned like it was him being rewarded.

the vibrations sent another shockwave through your oversensitive nerves, making your legs tremble.

finally, slowly, he pulled back, but only enough to press one soft kiss to your inner thigh.

then looked up at you, eyes glossy, swollen lips glistening with you..

"still not enough," he whispered, voice raw.

he rose in one fluid motion, closing the space between you again, your back to the tree, his body against yours.

you could feel him now. hard, thick, straining against his loincloth, pressed right where your body still pulsed from his mouth.

his lips found your neck, biting gently. "wanna be inside when you come again."

your breath hitched. "neteyam..."

"i know," he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. "too much? too fast?"

you shook your head desperately.

“no..”

he exhaled sharply through his nose, the closest thing to losing control you'd ever seen from him.

"good." his hand slid down to cup you possessively between your legs, one finger teasing at your entrance again.

he swiftly took off your top

your bare skin prickled as the cool night air caressed your chest.

he leaned in, lips skimming the shell of your ear. "you ever been with anyone else?"

your stomach fluttered nervously. "no..”

he smiled against your skin, satisfaction and relief pouring off him.

"good…" he whispered, his hand skimming up the front of your bare torso, creeping upwards towards your breasts.

"no one else got to touch you like this... did they? only me."

"only you…" you confirmed.

he groaned low, his mouth moving along your jaw, claiming more territory. "that’s right. you’re mine. only mine."

his hand found your thigh again. "put your leg around me."

you wrapped your leg around his hip, drawing him closer.

your heart stuttered as you felt just how hard your touch made him. neteyam inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"that's it," he murmured, voice rough. "hold onto me."

you obeyed, grasping onto his shoulders, holding him tight. your body hummed with anticipation.

he pulled you even closer, grinding his hips against yours almost involuntarily with a shaky exhale. you could feel just how much you had affected him.

"missed you…" he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing along your neck. "all these years, i… imagined this. over and over again."

"i did too..." you whispered back.

he kissed you, slow and deep, it made your chest ache. not just desire, something more.

when he pulled back, his eyes searched yours under the soft glow of pandoran night.

his hands moved to the ties of his loincloth and in one smooth motion, freed himself.

you gasped at the sight. thick, proud, already glistening at the tip.

he guided himself to your entrance slowly.. teasingly.. letting just the head slide in as his thumb found your clit again.

"look at me," he demanded softly.

you obeyed as you held his gaze.

with a low groan that vibrated through both of you, he pushed forward inch by inch.. filling you completely until there was no space left between you.

you cried out, part pain, part overwhelming fullness as he stretched you for the first time, your body clenching around his girth.

he froze instantly. "hey… hey, look at me," he murmured, voice thick with concern and restraint. his thumb brushed your cheek as he stayed buried deep inside you, motionless, letting you adjust.

tears pricked your eyes.

"you're okay," he whispered against your lips. "i’ve got you. just breathe… for me."

you nodded shakily and took a breath in and then another, feeling yourself slowly relax around him.

“that’s it," he praised softly, kissing away a tear that slipped free. "take all of me."

and when you rolled your hips slightly, a quiet signal, he exhaled like it was agony and began to move.

slow at first, one deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyelids, then another just as deliberate.

each one sent waves of pleasure spiraling through you until the line between pain and ecstasy blurred.

"neteyam…" your voice called out

he kissed you hard as his rhythm picked up, one hand gripping your hip to pull you onto him deeper with each stroke, the other tangled in yours above your head.

"i’m here," he muttered against your skin. "feel me?" he said as he pushed his much bigger hand against the bulge, disappearing and reappearing in your stomach with each thrust.

"i feel you... all of you," you gasped, nails raking down his back as he rolled his hips harder.

each thrust drove a moan from your throat, deeper, fuller than before. he was so deep inside you it felt like he was touching your soul.

"yeah? you take me so damn well," he growled, shifting slightly, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every powerful stroke. "mine.. only mine.."

you sobbed out his name as the pressure built again, tighter this time, hotter.

"that’s it," he whispered against your neck, his lips on your pulse point. "come for me, baby. i want to feel you.” he pulled back, looking down at you both, watching his cock slip in and out of your cunt.

“look at us,” he rasped, voice thick with awe and hunger. “you’re taking every inch..”

his thrusts turned shallow, rhythmic, just enough to grind against your clit with each roll of his hips. you whimpered, back arching as the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable now.

“neteyam.. i’m.. i’m..”

one hand slid between you, rubbing firm circles over your swollen bud. “come on my cock. let me feel it.”

and when you shattered, your body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. he groaned like it was salvation.

“yes.. yes.. that’s it..” he panted against your neck as you trembled through the release.

but he didn’t stop moving.

just kept thrusting, deeper now, as if your pleasure had only fueled his need.

"i’m not gonna last..” he groaned, his mouth finding yours again. "not gonna last..”

you could feel his control slipping, his rhythm turning erratic, his breath coming rougher now as he chased his own release.

“then don’t,” you whispered against his lips, nails digging into his back. “i want you to cum inside me.. want to feel it..”

his hips stuttered at your words, like you'd stripped the last of his restraint away.

"shit..” he choked out, burying his face in your neck as his body tensed. "you're gonna make me..”

with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into you hard, once, twice and then stilled completely.

you felt it, he came inside you, each wave shuddering through his body and into yours.

he collapsed against you slightly, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing ragged and raw.

for long moments, there was only the sound of the forest breathing around you and your hearts beating in sync.

finally, he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes soft now.

he cupped your face, thumb brushing your sweaty forehead. "you okay?" he whispered, still out of breath.

you managed a nod, too spent to form words just yet.

he huffed a small laugh, lips finding your temple.

he pulled out slowly, gently and immediately wrapped his arms around you as your legs finally gave way. his warmth didn't leave you, not even for a second, as he lowered himself to the soft moss beneath, pulling you on top of him with care.

he sat with your back pressed to his chest, legs cradling yours, tail curling snugly around your waist.

one hand smoothed damp strands of hair from your face, the other rested low on your stomach, possessive and tender all at once.

"you're incredible," he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss just behind it.

you leaned into him completely.

his voice dropped lower. "i should've done this years ago."

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hiii! i hope you guys enjoy this one of neteyam! as always, reblogs, likes and comments are very helpful and i appreciate all of you guys who choose to support my work!

hope you have a great day! - maya 🪼

[delusionalwh6re]

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ first for everything

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

warnings: 🔞smut, virginity loss, p in v obvi, oral (f receiving), handjob, missionary, doggystyle, 2 sweethearts in love, neteyam calling reader mama (OMG.?!), gets rough for like a split second bc neteyam is a certified horn dog (and a munch!), him also not giving af and just nutting all in his girl, and me feeling overly single while writing this

summary: you and neteyam decide to take the next step into your guys’s relationship and it only makes you love one another more

authore’s note: guys i’m so in love w nete i seriously js wanna snatch him from my screen, shrink him and keep him in my pocket. this is my man like fr!!!

The festival

It was a traditional celebration that your people have been doing since you could remember. Several nights throughout the year that was picked for the night of fun

You had always loved attending. Spending the whole time with your closest friends and family. Those were always the best memories

Only this year, you had another special someone by your side

Your boyfriend Neteyam, him and his family had joined your clan about a year ago. The new comers sparking an interest in you. It was Tsireya who had convinced you to help teach them your ways

Happily you obliged wanting to get to know a certain someone who caught your eye

What you didn’t know was that you caught his too

The day he finally asked you out after months of learning, you were ecstatic. Never having feelings for someone so deeply, this was new for you. All of it was but Neteyam always reassured you that the two of you were in it together

Which leads you to now

You were waiting just outside of the event. The night only beginning after eclipse has set. The fire igniting its way all across your turquoise skin. A warmth consuming your body as you basked it all in

A sigh left your mouth, then a smile appeared on your face as your ears ticked up to the sound of footsteps

These were familiar and your head spun to the face

“Hi Nete” a whisper escaped your lips as a smiled plastered on your pretty face

Neteyam was star struck as he admired you “Hi my pretty girl”

He wore a cheeky grin as he approached you with his arms out. The two of you collided in a hug. Your round cheek smushed gently against his firm chest as his strong arms wrapped soothingly around your petite figure

“I missed you” he planted gentle kisses along the crown of your head, taking in the scent of your hair with a smile

“You just saw me” you backed away to look up at his face

“That was years ago”

“Baby it was only 5 minutes ago…”

He let out a laugh causing a vibration between your bodies

“Okay first of all, that’s way too long and second, I haven’t gotten a moment alone with you” he lowered his voice towards the last part with a tone that you couldn’t pick up on yet

But that didn’t stop your body from heating up at his words

“Mhm, look at you” he whispered placing gentle kisses all over your face

A giggle escaped your lips at his antics

“So beautiful, all mine. My gorgeous girl” he murmured to himself before his lips hovered over yours

“You got all dressed up for me?” he stepped back to look you up and down

Your hair — long and curly was done into 2 braids that you had done yourself. Decorated with some shells and flowers you found in a nearby garden by your marui

You nodded your head slowly with a smile at his intense stare

He licked his lips quickly — an act so sudden that had your body feeling some type of way

You smirked at him at he so obviously checked you out

“Come here” his index finger curled and twirled in motion as he lowly growled

As the two of you held eye contact, you slowly walked directly in front of him. His hand grazed yours gently as he held it. Rising it up in the air before spinning you around

A low whistle came from Neteyam the second your back was turned to him. Giggles escaped your mouth as you knew what he was looking at

“Boy you’re not slick” you shook your head once you were spun towards his face again

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he whispered bringing you in by your hips

“Well let’s try not to die…”

“Y’know.. I could just eat your sexy ass up right now” he whispered in your ear earning a playful slap to the chest

“Behave” you pointed your finger at him squinting your eyes

He playfully put his hands up in defense not taking his eyes off you. Scanning your body up and down with a hint of lust in his eyes

“Stop looking at me like that”

“But-”

“No”

You and Neteyam had been in a relationship for several months now. Starting not too long after him and his family had first arrived to your island

The boy was different yet very similar to you and it was natural to spark an interest to him. His natural leader aura attracted you the second you confided in a conversation

Once you finally got together, the connection only deepened. The two of you spent endless days and nights together doing whatever felt right

The ‘honeymoon’ phase deemed as it was and played its course. Now, after the progress you made it was natural for more… intimate steps in the relationship

“We still on for that sleepover?” he randomly brought up which made your ears flick before you remembered

“Oh! Yeah my parents said it was okay” you avoided his eye contact and he took notice of your stiff stance

“But? There’s something else” his eyes squinted as he observed your fidgeting

“I- just” you opened and closed your mouth repeatedly as a sign that you didn’t know what you were even tryna say

“Talk to me mama” his hand gently caressed the dip into your waist

You ears perked and the end of your tail began to sway as you fought the urge to let out a squeal

You finally decided to look into his eyes that never once left yours

“Do.. you think this is a good idea?” your voice was small as you hesitated to be asking your question

His head cocked to the side slightly “Didn’t you already get your parents approval? It’s not like we’re being sneaky”

You nodded your head in agreement and was about to cut the conversation short as your reasoning was a bit silly

“Something’s bugging you” he read you like the back of his hand

You couldn’t help but smile, he knew you so well

Neteyam sat on the huge rock that was behind him — bringing you with him by your waist making you stand right between his legs. Your breath hitched as he looked up at you

The night illuminating his features perfectly while his tahní glowed brightly

He was so handsome

“My love?” he took you out of your trance “Yeah, yes?”

“Wassup with you?”

You looked down anywhere but his face — suddenly finding his thighs to be really interesting as you started admiring his stripes

“Do I gotta force it outta you?” he playfully tugged your tail

“No! I’m just… nervous? a little scared?”

He physically recoiled at your confession before gently massaging your sides “What are you scared for?”

You face began to heat up and you blew raspberries out your mouth

“Me and you… being alone..” you mumbled playing with your song cord attached to your loincloth

“We’ve been alone before tho”

“This is different Neteyam, it’s… more intimate”

He took notice of your shyness and couldn’t help but laugh

“Look at me” his fingers grazed your chin before lifting your face up to meet his “I would never ever force you do anything you aren’t ready to, understand?”

“Okay, I understand” you nodded with a smile so hard little dimples poked out your cheeks

He poked them before kissing them gently, his hand going up to caress your cheek smoothly. The two of you leaning forward to engage in a passionate kiss

Taking turns with turning your necks in the opposite direction of each other, it became an entangled makeout session

Before you slowly pulled away “Let’s go back” referring to the festival

With his forehead placed on yours he nodded in agreement

The two of walked hand in hand back to the party. Having the time of your lives as you danced, sung, ate, and even drank with all of your friends. As the night began to come to an end, there was an even better beginning to look forward to

“That was so much fun” you squealed happily as you and Neteyam made your way back to your family home

He laughed, squeezing your hand gently “Yeah that was really fun, did you see Ao’nung’s dancing?”

“Oh eywa… he looked like an akula out of water”

The both of you made jokes and held hands the whole way up until you arrived. Planning on just relaxing and talking which is what the both of you usually did

“Here baby, I’ll get started on a fire” he let your hand go before gathering up some equipment — rubbing his hands together quickly to create some warmth “it’s freezing”

You blew out a breath into your hands “Yeah it is” a dry laugh came from your mouth

“Lemme help you” you kneeled down beside him

“No, no you go get changed into something more comfortable. I got it” he pushed you back softly giving you a warm smile

The look on his face told you he wasn’t gonna back off so you sighed before going to your section of the house to find some comfortable cloths

Leaving the makeshift door into your ‘room’ open — which was just a large blanket draped over the rooftop. There was a sliver of access into the room

Neteyam had looked over to ask you a quick question but paused once he saw your naked figure. Your back was turned towards him giving him the perfect view of your new traditional tatto you had gotten just a few weeks before

Then his eyes slowly trailed down towards your ass that was out, your legs that were strong and well defined from endless hours of swimming. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen

You had accidentally dropped the top you were about to put on and bent over to grab it about to give him a view of your bare cunt and that’s when Neteyam decided to look away — a loud cough escaping his mouth as he looked around to find a distraction

“Are you okay?” you rushed out of your room to check on him

“Y-yeah, it got a little smokey in here” he lied waving around the fire

“That’s why you should’ve let me helped you” you sassily crossed your arms over your chest shaking your head at him

“Yeah yeah, come here” he grinned as he dragged you down to the floor with him

After hours were spent near the bonfire, the night began to calm. The festival was officially over. Only leaving the elders to clean up but even they were exhausted so everyone had called it in for the night

While that was going on you and Neteyam had been in your own little world. Your parents had gone on a hunting trip and were set to come back the next day in the afternoon. But you probably wouldn’t be with them again until the following night

“Your brother is crazy” you shook your head at the story he had just told you about

“Lo’ak’s always been like that” he shook his head with a chuckle

You laughed as your head laid on his chest, your right leg loosely across his abdomen with his legs entangled with yours

A yawn left your mouth and he turned to look at you “Gettin’ sleepy?”

You lazily nodded your head

He wrapped his arms around you turning his body towards yours. Nuzzling into each other soothingly before giving your bodies time to rest

After some shuffling around in attempts to get comfortable you laid defeated as your body fought against you

“Can’t sleep?”

“No, you?”

“Not at all”

The two of you were face to face admiring one another. The only thing heard is the slight crackles from the fire in the background and the creatures on the beach

His hand went to caress your cheek gently “You’re so beautiful”

“Shut up” you smiled at him teasingly

“I’m serious” his voice calm as he stroked your cheek

You stared at him longingly, scooting towards him. Taking your index finger to trace across his sharp jawline

“Hmm” he hummed with lidded eyes

Before he could say anything else you placed your lips on his. Your hand rubbing his face softly as you made out. His hands roaming across your body experimentally but not enough to make you uncomfortable

He sat up with you — never breaking apart from you. You accidentally moaned when he squeezed your ass making him smile into the kiss

With your mouth slightly open, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into yours. Twirling it around painfully slow

As your tongues danced around in each others mouths, your hands began to roam. You rubbed him wherever you could. His chest, abs, shoulders. You wanted him

“Neteyam” you panted breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath

He blissfully looked at you and you melted at the sight of his plump lips covered in a thin coat of your spit and the flushed look on his face

He scammed your eyes as if he was hesitating to make his next move…

“Can I try something?” he asked in a hushed tone as if you were in a room full of people

Your ears perked as he laid you down on your back before you could muster up an answer

“Try what?” you whispered as he looked down at you

He began placing kisses on your cheek before moving down to your neck, sucking on the spot he knew would make you putty right in his arms

You gasped as your back bowed slightly to the touch

You trailed your eyes down following his figure as he worked his ways down your body. Each move down having a kiss received to your skin

He worked his way to your chests — placing a tender kiss on your breasts. You placed your hands into his braids, slightly gripping them

“Mhm” you moaned as he began french kissing your covered nipple while fondling with the other

“Feels good?” he mumbled against your skin looking up at your face

You bit your lip nodding

“Want some more?” he asked while placing more kisses down to your stomach stopping just above the band of your loincloth

Your eyes widened at the sight of him now in between your legs, he swiftly moved your legs over his shoulders. The back of your thighs pressed firmly against him causing you to sit on your elbows in shock

“What are you doing?” you scanned his face before your eyes wandered around the room

“You trust me?”

“What”

“Do you trust me?” his voice was more firm as he gripped your thighs

You gulped loudly as your body tensed up, endless thoughts swarming in your head about what could go wrong and what could go right — but you listened to your heart

“I trust you” you nodded reaching for his hand

A smile grew on his face as he rubbed your knuckles

He looked down at your covered pussy and then back at you “May I?” his fingers playing with the hem of your loincloth

You nodded your head eagerly waiting for him to pleasure you

“Use your words mama” he massaged your thigh

“Yes please, touch me” you released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding

He took the knots out of your loincloth letting it fall from the side of your hips, then lifted you up to slide it out from underneath you before throwing it somewhere in the room

A quiet laugh left your mouth at his eagerness

He smiled looking up at you before looking down at the sight in front of him, all of your glory spreaded out basically on a silver platter for him

“Don’t stare” you tried closing your legs but he kept them apart

“Mhm” he ignored your protest, you almost pulled away from him before he placed a kiss right onto your slit.

“Oh!” your head flew back against the makeshift pillow

“So good, pussy so pretty fuck” he mumbled before licking your pussy from the bottom to the top

Soft moans flew out of your mouth at the waves of pleasure his mouth was giving you

He took this as a green light and started to devour you. Licking you up and down like you were the freshest fruit in all of Pandora. Eating you as if he was starved

His tongue swirled skillfully around your clit before he gently took it in his mouth, sucking on it. Your hand flew into his hair — not sure you wanted to push him away or pull him closer

“Oh my, mhmm don’t stop” you yanked on his hair as he began sucking on your clit harder, and essentially making out with your throbbing core

He hummed into you in response, gripping your thighs to bring you closer to him. Pulling away slightly to suck his cheeks in before letting his spit fall onto your pussy before going back in to lick it all up. All that could be heard were your desperate cries and the squelching noises that came from below you

Your hips started thrusting up uncontrollably as he began using the tip of his tongue to thrust in and out of you. Teasing you as he would start to go in before sliding it back out to lap up at your clit again

“I’m cumming!” you gasped, as he sent non stop licks to your pussy. Gulping down your juices as you made a mess all over his face. Swaying his head back and forth swiftly in attempts to catch it all and smear his face in your scent

“Shiiittt” you thrusted your hips up as the coil in your stomach snapped, closing your eyes as your jaw dropped from the moans stuck in your throat

Neteyam helped you through it, sucking your clit softly as he caresses your thighs gently. Coming off of you with a ‘pwah’

His face was soaked in your juices with the biggest smile on his face — flashing all his pearly whites

“That was… you’re so” your chest heaved up and down as you stared at him, completely speechless

He laughed at you, sitting up on his knees as he could only stare down at you “you’re perfect”

You didn’t pay attention to the loving tone in his voice as the only thing consuming you was lust. Your eyes trailed his body as you bit your lip. Setting yourself up on the bed for him you took your hand rubbing it up and down your stomach — slowly dragging your hand across the bulge in his loincloth

His breath hitched as he looked down at your hand, you decided to tease him by squeezing it softly causing him to let out a shaky exhale

He looked back at your face taking note of the look on your face “You sure you want it?”

“I don’t want nothing more” you perched yourself up to sit in front of him “I want you”

To Neteyam, your voice was borderline seductive and he couldn’t help but be turned on by you

“Are you positive?” he stroked your cheek with his thumb scanning your face for any dishonesty or discomfort

“Positive” you shook your head giving him the okay

He smashed his lips into yours, the taste of you from just seconds ago still lingering in his mouth. You placed your arms around his neck bringing you back to lay down with you. Your fingers greedily reaching down to the band of his loincloth to get rid of it. He followed your lead as his fingers snuck behind your back to get rid of your top

Sneakily you slid your hand down between your grinding bodies, gripping onto his dick. Smearing precum all over his tip with your thumb

He moaned into your mouth as you sent him soft strokes with your hand, twisting your wrist in a circular motion from his base to tip

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his as you panted

“Keep doing that, juuuuusst like that mama” he whimpered placing his head in your chest

You did the best you could, not only because of the position but also from your knowledge. As if he was in your head, he placed his hand on top of yours guiding you

With his hand on top of yours, he helped you twist and tug just how he liked it making him a moaning mess right on top of you

“You make me feel so good” he thrusted into yours guiding hand “gonna make me cum all over your pretty ass”

You blushed at his fucked out statements “Yeah? Give it to me, I’m right here”

His tailed wrapped around your leg as his jaw dropped “Fuckkkk, oh my gosh. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it baby, let go for me” you whispered in his ear giving him firm strokes, squeezing him just the slightest bit

He came on your hand and stomach with a moan, his arm that helped hold up his weight shaking slightly. His forehead pressed against your shoulder blade as you soothed him, helping him through his orgasm

He placed a soft kiss on your neck before backing away to look at your face. You felt him gently grab onto his dick again giving you a quick smile before looking down in between you, probing his tip at your entrance

You looked down as you tried to calm yourself down, it all felt surreal

“Relax, breathe” he placed his hand on your chest catching your attention “I won’t go in until you calm down”

You set your hands on top of his, rubbing it softly as you tried to gain your composure. He was big, like really big. It was one thing to touch him but to have him inside of you was something else

He interlocked your hands together, planting sweet pecks on your lips to calm you. He couldn’t help grinding himself into your wetness, smearing your cum all over each other

You nodded at him, giving him the green light as you squeezing his hand

And with that he guided himself to your slit, sliding himself inside of you. Slowly, very slowly in fear of hurting you more than necessary

You inhaled sharply as you closed in your eyes “It hurts”

“I know baby, I know” he cooed trying his best to calm you with messaging your body gently

You squirmed around as tears pricked your eyes at the stretch, your walls felt like they were set on fire “Make it stop, make it stop”

“I am, I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise, just hold on to me okay?” he reassured urging you to relax and wrapping your arms around him to bring him close

Inch by inch, he thrusted into you until there was nothing left

“Its so big, oh my eywa you’re so big” you babbled

He grunted at your tightness squeezing him, your warmth welcoming him as your wetness eased him

“Shit girl, you’re so fucking wet” he looked down at your leaking pussy smothering across his pelvis

He adjusted himself on top of you, hovering over you while his abdomen rested on top of yours giving the right amount of friction to your clit with every thrust

“Mhm, Neteyam” you whined thrusting your hips up hinting to him that you wanted him to move

His thickness stretching you out perfectly while his length touched your g spot with every move

It felt so good

He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in firmly making you gasp — doing this over and over again to get you used to the feeling

Your moans becoming pornagraphic as you felt yourself seeing stars. He leaned over to suck on your pretty nipples that perked and poked out, every thrust he sent you causing them to jiggle — making his head spin

He twirled the tip of his tongue along your nipple, wrapping his mouth to suck on the flesh. Your whimpers above him motivating him to speed up his pace inside you

“Yes! yes! yes!” your voice grew with each smack to your sweet spot, he sent fast and deep thrusts. His pelvis brushing along your clit firmly making you shake

He moaned at your pussy gripping him continuously “Feels good?”

“Ohh, you’re fucking me soooo good” you whined, your mouth agape as you tried holding onto anything around you for support

“Yeah? You like that huh?” he grabbed onto your thighs holding them up — the position slipping him even deeper

“Neteyam!” you screamed as he began thrusting wildly inside of you, wet smacking noises increasing throughout the room as his swelled balls slapped against your ass

“Right there! Oh right thereeee” you squealed as he began rolling his hips inside of you, finding the spot inside you that made your vision blur

“I’m so close” he threw his head back — jaw dropping “this pussy’s so good, you feel soooo good mama”

You took in his appearance above you. The way his body began glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his braids loose and free as they framed his gorgeous face perfectly — swaying with every move he made. He was sending you over the edge

“I’m almost there Neteyam” you panted as you kept trying to gain the breath that he was stealing away from you

“Yeah? cum all over me, cum all over this dick” he soothed gripping your neck, holding your neck as he sped up his pace

“FUCK!” you let out a scream as you help onto his wrist, your eyes shutting open and closed repeatedly as your orgasm crashed heavily

“I’m gonna, mhmmm, cumming too” he babbled feeling your cum leak out of your pussy like a waterfall “oh my fucking”

He was cut off as his cum shot right inside of you, letting out a long moan as he softly thrusted himself helping him ride it out

You whimpered and whined as your chest heaved up and down

He slowed himself down completely as he hovered over you catching his breath — looking into your eyes checking for any signs he hurted you. Only to be met with your blissed out smile

He smiled back before sliding out of you and sudden flipping you over onto your stomach

Your eyes widened “What are you doing?” looking back at him with your eyebrow bones furrowed

“You feel too good baby, I need more. Is that okay?” he kneeled behind you as he caressed your hips — his eyes heavy as he stared into your doughy ones

Before another word was spoken, you reached over to hold him up. Pushing your ass into him as he slid into you smoothly from your orgasms. Both of you letting out moans at the feeling

“Shit, can I sta-” you cut him off by roughly throwing your ass back to him

He looked at you shocked as you began fucking yourself onto him. Whines coming out of your mouth as the pleasure from before came rushing back

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” you moved your body back and forth impatiently as you gripped the sheets and toted your ass up in the air for him

“Y’know, I thought you were a good girl” he stopped all your movements with one harsh thrust, you screamed looking back at him as you bit your lip

Sneaking your hand under you, right to where he was sunken inside you. You grabbed onto his balls massaging them softly

He groaned as he began meeting your thrusts halfway

He grabbed onto your hips stopping your movements — gathering spit in his mouth before letting it out his mouth to drop onto your conjoined privates

You smile at him deliriously as he sent you a wink

Suddenly, he pushed your face down into the bed making you gasp. He began giving you hard and deep strokes, better than before as he gained his rhythm inside of you

Your mouth fell agape as you used your strength to push your hips back — making him spiral as he focused on the fat of your ass smacking against him

“Oh great mother!” you sobbed into the pillow as your moans got caught in your throat

“You feel me mama?” he gripped your ass before smacking it

“Yes!! I feel it baby, I feel it” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you continued to meet him halfway, his heavy balls slapping against your clit deliciously

He watched you fall apart right infront of him. His eyes watching your backside like a hawk, his hands rubbing your spine where your tattoo was. Your ass rippling with every thrust as your moans were muffled into the pillow you hid in

“Going dumb on this dick huh?” he breathed out watching himself slide in and out of you, a white ring of cream forming at the base

You babbled to yourself — or to him. He wasn’t really sure. Your fucked out demeanor turning him on more and more as he couldn’t help but lay it down on you

“Neteyam, I love youuuuu” you gasped as if you finally found the breath he snatched from your lungs

You threw your head towards the ceiling, your arms holding you up as you visiously threw your hips back into his as your third orgasm caught up to you

Arching your back the furthest you could for him. Your chest pressed onto the soft sheets as you kneeled on your forearms for support

He grabbed onto your braids for leverage to smash himself into your sweet spot “Just like that, don’t fucking move” his jaw clenched as he sent you the hardest strokes he had the whole night

You chanted his name loudly as he delivered soft smacks to your ass, his thighs smacking against yours. Your juices leaking out of you creating the nastiest squelching noises — if someone walked past it wouldn’t take rocket science to know what was happening

He leaned over your back causing you to moan as he fucked himself deeper inside of you — “I love you mama, you hear me?”

Your jaw dropped as small puddles of drool spilled out of your mouth, trying your best to nod despite the grip he had on your hair

“You’re gonna make me cum again, oh my goshhhh”

He smirked at your pleasure filled face before whimpering into your shoulders “same time baby?”

You screamed as he took his fingers to rub your clit gently, never letting up on his thrusts. The cot rocking below you with such force you were scared it was gonna break — but you couldn’t care less right now

“Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming, i’m cumming” your high pitched scream heard throughout the room as he grunted in your ear

“Me too baby, me too. Make me cum, fuck you make me cum. Gonna nut all inside you” he closed his eyes as his eyes roamed all over pretty body that was given to him

“Neteyam” you mumbled quietly as your orgasm washed over — your body giving out as your legs slipped from underneath you

“I’m right behind you baby, I know you’re tired” he gently rubbed your back as you whimpered into the crease of your arm

“Shit, I’m cumming” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppy before his cum shot inside you for the second time in a row

He huffed out a breath before leaning on your back, being careful not to crush you with his body weight. He nuzzled himself in your neck, soothing you and complimenting you with praises

“You did so good, took me so well”

“You’re the prettiest girl ever, y’know that?”

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

All while kissing over you, your emotions getting the best of you as you teared up at his reassuring words

This man had you so in love

You rolled over onto your back, keeping him close. Your face flushed with tears and mouth covered in spit. Light hickies began forming on your titties while the cum between your legs slowly dried

“You’re the best” you stared at him with love in your eyes — taking your face into your hands to press kisses all over him

“Nah that’s all you” he smiled as you loved on him, holding onto you tightly as if you would fly away “never knew you could be so nasty either”

Your cheeks heated up as the flashbacks from just minutes ago as you tried to hide from him

“Unt unt, don’t try to hide from me now” he teased tickling your sides

“Babe stopppp” you laughed moving your head to the side as you scanned your now messy room

“Shiiitt, it was sexy. Next time I want you all over me” he trailed light kisses across your neck

Your ears perked up at the ‘next time’ — you smiled at the thought

“C’mon let’s clean you up” he removed himself from inside you and got up to stretch before bringing you up with him. Letting you take your time as you sat up, stretching your body out before slowly standing up

“There you go, you got it” he held your hands rubbing them as you sent him a grateful smile at his help

You felt a warm wet sensation running down your legs as your head snapped down, your eyes going right to your sensitive pussy that gushed Neteyam’s cum out of you

You looked back at him with your mouth hanging open and he bit his lip trying not to laugh

“What? I couldn’t help it”

You shook your head at him playfully disappointed, looking his naked body up and down. You pursed your lips before making your way to the watering hole for a well needed bath with him hot on your tail behind you

He smirked — sending a hard slap against your bare ass making you jump and stop in your steps

“Neteyam!” you squealed as the two of you playfully began to wrestle

The rest of the night consisted of the two of you taking turns cleaning each other up while swooned in a bubble of love

But not before you guys did another round.. or maybe two

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ミ★ Ao'nung Drabble

🝮 ao'nung x fem!human reader

genre - smut

AFAA SPOILERS!

wc - 1.3k

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SUMMARY, Ao'nung's overstimulated by your human tricks.

Warnings - height difference, blowjob, ball play, praising, overstimulation.

Earlier that day, you had been hanging out with Ao'nung after his training with his father.

You noticed he wasn't in his usual demeanor being playful or cocky he was quiet which was unlike him. "What is wrong?" You ask carefully. "Nothing is wrong." he replies.

"Really? seems like somethings wrong you're doing an awful lot of pouting." She teases and receives a huff from him.

"It is my father." He sighs "What of him?" you curiously ask. "He is putting a lot of pressure on me ever since-" He takes a deep breath.

"Your mother?" She continues for him, he nods "Yes, it's just a lot of stress and I don't know how to make it stop."

"Well... You can't stop stress it is a natural occurrence. But you can try stress relief." You suggest.

"I'm not a weaving person." He says in an instant. "Okay... swimming? diving? shell collecting?" You give more suggestions.

He huffs, "I do those on a day-to-day basis." He says annoyed. "Okay..." an idea sparks and she smiles. "If you're open to it... I know some human tricks that might do the trick for you."

"Human tricks?" he quirks his head. "Human tricks." You repeat.

Ao'nung sits up against the mauri wall, your small human form still looking small next to him as you kneeled down putting your four fingered hands on his thighs.

"Are you sure?" he asks for the third time. "I'm sure, let me help you out." You reply back. You look at his loincloth it was bulging already clear of his attraction towards you.

You work to untie the knots of his loincloth, when you untie the last knot the loincloth dips down v-line in view. "Well... that's hot."

"Hot?" He asks confused at the human word. "It means like really attractive." she explains to him. He nods "Well I am really attractive."

She smiles, "There's your cocky self, see it's working already." he rolls his eyes. "Don't give your hopes up yet. I still haven't seen these human tricks."

She peels the rest of the loincloth off and is met with a very pleasant surprise. "Holy shit." He was huge. You've seen other Na'vi dicks before at you're old home, But the Omatikaya we're significantly different. Omatikaya had the length with thinner grith.

You've never seen Metkayina not until now at least, they weren't as long as the Omatikaya were, but their girth was insane. It looked as it could split someone open on it. "Problem?" He asks curiously not knowing of the human words that spilled from your mouth.

He didn't know how crazy this would ever look to a human, what was average to him was humungous to humans. "No. you're just really big dude." He narrows his eyes, "I'm Na'vi of course I'm big."

"No-" She sighs "Never mind." he adjusts his hips for you. Although Na'vi males were used to pleasing their mates, they gave more than they received it was a dedication thing.

But, judging by the looks of it Ao'nung has definitely had a blowjob before. She was just as dedicated to give him the stress relief he needed from her. She leaned down taking his cock in her two tiny hands.

His teal cock had a hint of pink at the top, as precum oozed out. She smiles, "I think it likes me." He groans as she strokes his cock a few times before, lowering her head to kiss the tip of his dick.

She swirls her tongue around the head and gently strokes his cock with a twisting manor. He throws his head back, "Mmm you taste so good nung."

His hand finds your head pushing you down farther onto his shaft you gag immediately, “ohhhh my Eywa just like that.” He throws his head back.

He lets your head go, and his hand wraps around your hair holding it back for you as you went to work on him, so you didn’t get hair in in your face.

You stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your head guides up and down his shaft as his breath hitches. “Already?” You tease.

He groans “shut up human.” You slowly tease the head of his thick cock and stroke it with only one tiny hand as the other cups his balls giving a gentle squeeze.

He gasps, hips jutting “ahhh.” If her mouth wasn’t full of his cock, he’d see the mischievous smile spread on her face. “Close?” She asks, even though she could feel him twitching on her mouth.

“Mmm yes- yes.” Gosh, he looked so beautiful with his pretty blue eyes rolled back. She quickens the pace of her strokes keeping her same slow deliberate rhythm with her tongue. “Come for me baby.”

He locks up under her, and groans gripping her tiny head with his big three fingered hand. He kept her in pace as he rutted her throat, and quickly after she felt him shoot his cum down her throat filling her mouth as she swallowed as much as possible.

He huffs, finally stopping his thrusts into her mouth and relaxing as she lets go with a ‘pop’ sound. She observes him heaving, so pretty.

She grabs his cock again, immediately getting a reaction out of him as he snaps his eyes open. “Woah- what are you-“ She strokes him, “oh my-“

“It is part of the human trick.” It wasn’t even a human trick it was just fun. “But if you don’t-“ she continues but is quieted “no- hm.. keep going human.” You smile.

She strokes him gently but firm, cupping his balls once more “going to give me another one like a good boy?” His eyes snap to hers shook at her words, but he throbbed in her hands.

He nods, “yes.” She twirls her tongue at the head causing him to moan out, she takes him in her mouth fully, rolling his balls in her hands. “Mother of Eywa-“ he grips his loincloth you had thrown to the side earlier.

You sucked, and licked, and stroked, motivated by his needy voice. “M’gonna come again.” He melted at your touch those tiny fucking hands and mouth felt so perfect around his cock.

“Awwww such a good boy.” You coo, he comes again at your words. You eagerly lick him up, stroking his thigh to show how your pleased with him.

You move your head back up, to admire his perfect face, you give a minx little smile before stroking him again, he grasps your wrist in an instant. “What are you doing?” He huffs.

“Let me finish you off.” Your dirty words have him shivering inside, he couldn’t say no to that little face. He lets go of your wrist letting you go back to stroking his heavy shaft. You could tell by his breathing he wouldn’t last long at all, and you liked that a lot.

You stroke gently, watching the small jolts in his hips trying to run from the pleasure. “Look at me.” You say softly, he struggles to but finds your eyes.

“You’re such a pretty boy, y’know that?” You praise, you bite your lip back as a little whine escapes his full lips, you lean forward pecking them softly.

It was a small distraction as you stroke him faster, “ohhhhh.” He digs his nails into your plumb ass. He hated how such a small thing could make him go crazy.

His cock twitches, and you give out another praise “ohhh yeah, you’re such a good boy.” His jaw drops as you roll his balls in your small hands.

“I can’t-“ he breathes out “yes you can… you’re so close just one more. You’re a strong boy. ” you reassure him.

His jaw locks up and his eyes roll back as little spurts of cum land on your hand, you continue your work “don’t hold back on me Nung.”

His legs spasm, as he shoots up onto your face and you giggle, “good boyyy.” You praise, he groans throwing his head back for the fourth time that night.

“You definitely, need to show me more of those human tricks.” He says finally as you let go of his shaft, he looks to you and lets out a laugh.

“You look a mess.”

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