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⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆 𝑷.2

p.1 of yawne ♡

pairing: agedup!dark!neteyam x innocent!human!reader

synopsis: as you adjust your your new life there’s just one thing you need, closure from your father; with the help of lo’ak (and against neteyams command) you go to the outpost, when neteyam finds out he believes you need a little punishment for worrying him so much <3

tw: manipulation, a/b/o dynamic, soft!dom sorta?? he’s a bit darker in this, dubious consent, heavy jealousy, bitting, male oral, kidnapping, lots of talk of mating and mates, lo’ak lowkey using you, throat fucking, mentions of experimentations on the reader, neteyam killing ppl, yandere neteyam is a warning himself, reader lowkey having stockholm syndrome with teyam

wc: 4.2k

a/n: part 2 is here my lovebugs!!! hope you enjoy it, i absolutely love this universe so i’ll probably be making more neteyam media lollll

Adjusting to life on Pandora was less than conventional. Everything around you seemed to lead to your death, and with Neteyam’s marui set high in the towering rainforest trees, it felt like you couldn’t do anything without his help. You began to rely on him for everything—food, water, survival. After a couple of months of falling in love with Pandora, you didn’t mind so much. Neteyam had shown you all you had been missing out on: the fun and adventure you could have had instead of being cooped up in that lab.

Neteyam said that all the Sky People were evil, that they had ill intentions and only wanted to hurt you. You were his little doll, made specifically for him, and he wouldn’t let them corrupt you. Neteyam was so wise and strong that you couldn’t help but trust him. He had been kind to you since the day he first saw you in the forest, and following his word like law became second nature.

Well, there was one thing.

Since you first mated with ‘Teyam before Eywa, you had wanted to go back to the lab just once—to see your father again, to say goodbye, and to assure him that you were okay and happy. Neteyam was strictly against this, not wanting you out of his sight for even a second. You cared for Teyam and tried to follow his rules the best you could, but you simply couldn’t let this go. It was your father—the place you grew up in. Even if it wasn’t the best upbringing, you deserved a proper goodbye.

That’s how you found yourself talking with Lo’ak, Neteyam’s brother, about your master plan: getting to the outpost without Neteyam’s knowledge.

“So let me get this right,” Lo’ak said. “You want me to help you get to the Sky People without my brother knowing? Do you want me to die?” He crouched beside you, one hand resting on his jaw, clearly having too much fun with your flustered expression.

“Please, I’ll never ask for anything again. I just—please. I need to go back just once, and then never again.”

He let out a chuckle at your desperation. He could understand why his brother was so infatuated with the human girl. “Hmmm… what’s in it for me?”

Your face immediately fell at his question. Lo’ak could see the gears turning in your head as you searched for anything of value you could offer to him.

“I’m kidding, little human,” he said. “Sure, I’ll help you. Why the hell not?” His accent was thick, just like Neteyam’s, not used to speaking the Sky People’s language.

You immediately jumped up at his words, hugging him tightly. Lo’ak stumbled at your sudden show of affection, his thoughts instantly drifting to the moment when his brother would inevitably smell him on his mate. Still, he hugged you back. He was going to die anyway when Neteyam found out—might as well enjoy it in the meantime.

Lo’ak cleared a path for you, pushing leaves out of the way and carrying you on his back whenever you needed to climb a tree. His kindness surprised you; you had assumed your request would fall on deaf ears. You fiddled with your thumbs as you walked, eyes fixed awkwardly on the ground. Neteyam had told you never to trust other Na’vi, to rely only on him. The few other Na’vi you had met since meeting ’Teyam were his family, and even with them he was cautious—especially with the way Lo’ak and Spider looked at you—keeping you on his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

At first, you were elated to see another human, but after exchanging a few words with Spider, you realized he was just another Na’vi trapped in a human body. Spider looked at you with the same eyes everyone else did, like you would break if they looked too hard.

Lo’ak moved another vine out of your way, and in the distance you could see the place you once called home. “Here we are,” he said with a soft smirk on his face. Seeing the way your eyes lit up made the beating he would get for this all worth it.

You turned to Lo’ak, looking up at him for the first time—really looking at him—with no fear in your eyes. “Thank you, Lo’ak. Really, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

He crouched down to your level, and you wrapped your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug—well, for you anyway. The action brought a smile to his face. “No need to thank me. You go ahead, little sis. I’ll stay here and guard the area.”

You pulled away from the hug, your once-light expression turning into furrowed brows as you gave him a sharp nod. Turning around, you marched toward the outpost with determined steps. Lo’ak let out a chuckle at your actions. How was he supposed to take you seriously when you looked like that?

He sat down on the soft moss and waited for your return, knowing that his brother would likely get there before you did.

A soft ring chimed in your ears. After inputting the password you had practiced your whole life, you were inside the outpost. Your hands began to shake, the sterile smell of the lab bringing back unwanted memories—memories of lonely nights, memories of yearning for love while your only family chose to spend hours inside a lab instead of time with you.

Your throat clogged at the painful reminder that you weren’t wanted—not here, not with these people. You had a place, a person you called home, and you had left… for what? Suddenly, you couldn’t remember why you were there at all. Dizziness crept in, your surroundings beginning to spin, until a voice pulled you from your trance.

“Sweetheart? Is that you?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice you would never forget—your father. He hurried toward you, reaching you in seconds and crushing you in a hug. Your mind struggled to process what was happening. The smell of the lab still clogged your nose, not allowing you to think. You needed to leave. You needed to find your mate.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you understand how worried I’ve been?”

Your father pulled away as he noticed your delayed reaction. He saw it in your eyes—you weren’t the same girl he had raised. Something about you was different. His gaze drifted to your nape, locking onto your mark.

His expression hardened the moment he saw it.

Your father’s hands fell from your shoulders, his grip loosening as if you’d burned him. He looked at you with disgust. “Who did this to you? Who have you been with? Answer me—now.”

A knot twisted in your stomach. “Father, please,” you whispered, taking a step back. “I just came to talk. I know I shouldn’t have left, but… I am happy now. I just came to say goodbye.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him with glazed eyes. The look on his face broke your heart—like he was staring at a stranger, like he was looking at a failed experiment.

Before you could continue, he was already moving, slamming his hand onto an emergency button. Alarms blared throughout the outpost as the lights turned red. Walls rose around you, sealing you in. The doors behind you slid shut, the soft hiss of metal locking into place echoing through the hall. Panic surged through your chest as you realized you were trapped.

Your father stared at you through the one-way mirror, his posture tense, as if barely holding himself back. “I don’t know what they’ve done to you,” he said coldly, his voice stripped of emotion, “but you aren’t my daughter anymore. Don’t worry, y/n—I’ll get you back. Those monsters have blinded you. You’ll never leave this place again.”

Before you could react, he turned and walked away.

“Dad, please—stop! This isn’t right!” you cried, your voice swallowed by the soundproofed walls. “Dad!”

You rushed forward, pounding against the barrier. “Let me out!” But it was too late—he was gone.

Your thoughts spiraled. You knew what happened to his subjects. Once confined, they were experimented on, their lives reduced to data in the name of science. Fear clawed at your chest as your breathing became rapid and uneven. The air felt thin, your vision blurring as dark spots crept in. Your knees weakened.

A faint hiss filled the room as gas seeped in, your lungs burning as panic overtook you. Your last thought was of Neteyam—of the happiness you had known in his marui. You silently begged him to find you. If only you could see him once more.

Your eyes closed, your body collapsing to the floor as the nitrous oxide finally pulled you into darkness.

Neteyam had been assigned to lead a hunt that day. After hours of hard labor and tedious work, all wanted was to return home devour his cute little mate. The thought of her waiting for him—safe, warm, and gentle—had carried him through the long day.

So imagine his surprise when, instead of finding his little human waiting for him, he found an empty marui.

Silence greeted him instead of her soft footsteps running to him, wrapping him into a loving embrace.

Neteyam froze, his chest tightening as his eyes scanned the space. Her belongings were still there. Nothing was disturbed. She hadn’t left like this before. The bond tugged painfully at his chest, uneasy and strained, screaming that something was wrong.

His already fragile temper snapped.

Finding the culprit wasn’t difficult. Neteyam knew his mate couldn’t have gone far on her own—the poor little thing couldn’t even climb a tree without getting hurt. And there was only one person foolish enough to help her leave without telling him.

Moments later, Neteyam stood before Lo’ak, fury blazing in his eyes. He grabbed his brother by the throat, forcing him back against a tree.

“Where is she?” Neteyam demanded, his voice low, trembling with barely restrained rage.

Lo’ak’s eyes widened as he struggled against the grip. “Bro—let me go!” he gasped, clawing at Neteyam’s arm, desperate for air.

With an annoyed scoff, Neteyam released him. Lo’ak dropped to his knees, coughing violently as he sucked in ragged breaths, hands pressing into the soft moss beneath him.

“Answer me,” Neteyam snarled.

His mind spiraled with thoughts of the danger his little human could be in.

“I—I don’t know,” Lo’ak stammered between coughs. “She wasn’t with me.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Neteyam growled, stepping closer. “You’re the only one stupid enough to help her. Tell me now, skxawng, before I rip your eyes out. I don’t care that we’re brothers.”

Lo’ak’s fearful expression slowly shifted. A smirk tugged at his lips. “You know,” he said casually, “I get why you mated her. She’s cute—for a sky person. She hugged me after I agreed to help her. Nearly tackled me to the ground.”

Neteyam’s reaction was immediate.

He slammed Lo’ak back against the tree, pinning him once more, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. His ears flattened against his head, fangs bared threateningly.

“Enough,” Lo’ak said quickly, raising his hands. “Relax, bro. She said she was going to the outpost. Something about wanting to see her father again.”

The words barely left his mouth before Neteyam released him, stepping back as dread settled deep in his chest.

The outpost.

His blood ran cold.

Without another word, Neteyam turned and ran, the bond pulling him forward like a lifeline stretched to its breaking point. Fear replaced anger, each breath heavy with the thought that he might already be too late.

Hold on, yawne, he pleaded silently as he sprinted toward the forest’s edge. I’m coming.

The forest blurred past Neteyam as he ran. His breath burned in his chest, muscles screaming in protest, but he didn’t slow. The bond pulled him relentlessly forward, a dull ache thudding in his chest with every step. You were still alive—he could feel you. Your presence was faint but unmistakable, muffled, like a voice trapped behind thick walls.

By the time the outpost came into view, night had begun to fall.

Neteyam slowed just enough to steady himself, crouching at the edge of the treeline. The structure loomed ahead—sharp edges, cold metal, and harsh artificial lights cutting through the darkness like a wound in the land. The air smelled wrong—metal, chemicals, something cold and lifeless. His jaw tightened. Every second his hatred for the Sky People grew—they had taken his people, his land, and now his mate.

He approached the thick metal door with a roar of fury. With a single, forceful punch, he smashed the small glass panel beside the lock. The glass shattered instantly, splintering across the floor as he shoved his arm through and forced the mechanism from the inside.

The door slid open with a heavy clang.

Instantly, the outpost erupted into chaos.

Harsh white lights flickered overhead, flooding the corridors with blinding brightness. A shrill alarm screamed through the building, echoing off the metal walls. Neteyam hissed sharply, ears flattened against his head as the sound pierced straight through him, far too loud for his sensitive hearing. Pain throbbed behind his eyes, but he ignored it, pressing forward. The bond pulled him onward; all that mattered was her.

The hallways were unfamiliar, cold, and sterile—everything she had hated about the labs came rushing back to him. He remembered how you had told him about the sterile smell, the gray walls that made her feel trapped, how vibrant and alive Pandora was compared to this place.

Scientists rushed toward him, some armed with syringes full of unknown liquids, others wielding guns. Neteyam’s fury burned brighter than ever. Using his bow and arrows, he struck each one with precision, cutting a path through them. Hands grabbed at his arms, trying to stop him, trying to keep him from reaching his mate. In his maddened state, Neteyam ripped the human from his grip and threw them across the hallway, hearing the sickening impact of their bones crushing against the wall, yet his focus never wavered.

The bond tugged harder now, guiding him through turn after turn, deeper into the outpost. With every step, your presence grew stronger, clearer, unmistakably yours. The ache in his chest deepened, both pain and relief mixing as he realized you were alive.

Finally, he reached the end of a corridor.

There stood a reinforced door—thicker than the others, sealed tight, faint red lights glowing along its edges. His breath caught. He didn’t need the bond to tell him anything.

You were behind it.

Neteyam pressed his palm against the cold metal, anger and fear twisting together inside him. A low, furious hiss escaped his lips. He gripped the door and wrenched it open with brute force. The metal groaned in protest before finally giving way.

The door slid aside.

And there you were

Curled on the floor, unmoving. Your chest rose and fell in shallow, fragile breaths. Neteyam’s heart lurched painfully in his chest.

“Yawne…” he breathed, rushing forward.

He dropped to his knees beside her, hands hovering for a moment before gently touching your shoulder, afraid of what he might feel. She was warm. Real. Alive. Relief crashed over him so hard it nearly stole his breath.

He brushed stray hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheek. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I’m here now.”

Neteyam gathered you carefully into his arms, already planning your escape. He scanned the room, knowing every second counted. If he delayed, the Sky People would come.

His eyes locked onto a window. With a powerful shove, he broke it with his fist and dove through, wind rushing past him as he carried her into the forest. Only now, with Pandora surrounding him, could he allow himself to slow.

He looked down at you. You were unconscious but alive. Relief washed over him, and he let out a long, shaky sigh. Your arms bore faint puncture marks, he snarled at the sight, pulling you closer into his chest. Something was wrong. You didn’t smell like him.

Your eyes fluttered open, your body curled into your mate's firm chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you tightened your embrace around him. "Hey, pretty," Neteyam murmured, gently brushing your hair from your face and tucking it tenderly behind your ear. His smile was warm, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, a shadow of something darker flickering within them. Memories came rushing back - your daring escape, the decision to recruit his brother knowing it would anger your mate, and being trapped, helpless, as your father subjected you to countless tests, needles piercing your skin, drifting in and out of consciousness. You gazed up at Neteyam, your eyes shimmering with guilt and unshed tears. "Neteyam, I... I'm so sorry," you whispered, your voice strained with emotion.

Neteyam's jaw clenched, not wanting to dwell on the recent past. His hand moved from your face to wrap around your throat, gripping softly, careful not to squeeze too hard and risk hurting you. "What were the rules, Yawne?" he asked, his voice low and laced with barely restrained anger. Your lip began to tremble as you realized the gravity of your transgression. Neteyam had shown you nothing but love and kindness, and you had repaid him by lying and putting yourself in danger. His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Hmmm, that's right, Sevin," Neteyam growled, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "Now, why would you go against my direct orders and follow my idiot brother?" Tears began to cloud your vision as the weight of your actions sank in. Neteyam pulled you closer, cradling your trembling form against his chest as you let the tears flow freely. He shushed you softly, one hand caressing your head in a futile attempt to soothe your sobs. "That's it, my little mate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Come now, don't cry. If you were my good girl, you would have never disobeyed me like that, would you?" He tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. Your plump, quivering lower lip and reddened, tear-stained nose only served to fuel his anger, even as his heart raced at the sight of your loveliness. "It's okay, my pretty girl," he purred, despite the fury simmering beneath the surface. "You'll learn to listen to your mate, won't you? You need to be punished for your disobedience, don't you Yawne?" His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, making your wide eyes dart nervously. Fear gripped your heart as you wondered what punishment awaited you - would he destroy the bond you shared? Cast you out, leaving you alone? Or worse, send you back to the very people who had hurt and betrayed you? Your body shuddered at the terrifying possibilities, but you took a deep, shaky breath and nodded, bracing yourself for whatever consequences your actions had brought.

"Words, baby," you whimpered, your lip trembling before you spoke. "I... I need to be punished, sir." He let out a dark, menacing chuckle at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, he pulled you into a kiss that was unlike any you had shared before–it was hard, passionate, and demanded your complete surrender. You stared up at him with worried, wide eyes, but the gentle, loving Neteyam you knew and adored had vanished, replaced by a primal, possessive force that terrified you.

"Why do you smell like lo'ak, mate?" he growled, his voice rough with a lust that made your heart race. "I never want to smell another man on you again." He leaned in, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck where he would always linger, breathing in your calming scent after a long day. But this time, his kisses were harder, more insistent. Your thoughts scattered as sharp pain lanced through you, Neteyam's fangs sinking into your mark, claiming you once more. The pain quickly gave way to pleasure, a soft moan escaping your lips as your body responded to his possessive gesture.

Neteyam raised his head, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger. Without warning, he guided you until you were straddling his hips, the heat of his arousal evident even through the fabric of his loincloth "You're mine, Yawne," he declared, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. "No one else can ever touch you, no one else can ever have you." His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving the promise of bruises. "Tell me you understand, mate. Tell me you're mine, only mine." His hips bucked up against yours, demanding your submission, your devotion, your complete and utter surrender. The air between you crackled with a dark, dangerous energy as he awaited your response, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart pound and your core throb with need.

Take my loincloth off, Sevin. Your breath caught in your throat as you hurried to obey, fingers fumbling with the tie. With a shaky exhale, you removed the garment, baring Neteyam's impressive, throbbing erection to your gaze. The sheer size of him made your heart race and your core clench with a heady mix of desire.

Neteyam's voice was rough with lust as he growled, "What are you waiting for, Yawne? Suck it." His face remained stern, eyes dark with a primal hunger that both thrilled and frightened you. Obediently, you wrapped your small hands around his thick, hard shaft, stroking it with a tentative touch. You glanced up to see Neteyam's reaction, watching as he threw his head back, a four-fingered hand coming up to cover his mouth as he stifled low, guttural groans.

Just as you began to lap at the swollen tip, teasing the slit with the flat of your tongue, you took the head into your mouth, suckling gently. You started to bob your head, taking him inch by inch, but as always, his immense size proved too much. Before you could even come close to fitting him fully, your throat began to constrict, gagging around his thick girth. Neteyam stared down at you, his expression softening for a moment as he took in the erotic sight of your lips stretched around his cock. "That's it, Yawne," he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "That's where you belong– with me, not his Skxawng of a brother or the sky people. You're mine, only mine." His grip on your hair tightened, fingers curling into the strands as he struggled to maintain his control. Today, however, his restraint snapped. A low, feral growl tore from his throat as he grabbed your head in both hands, fingers sinking into your scalp. With a sudden, sharp tug, he pushed your head down, forcing your throat to take every thick, pulsing inch of his cock. You choked around him, tears springing to your eyes as he held you in place, his hips rocking slightly to grind against your face. The air filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your gagging and his increasingly desperate, pleasure-filled groans.

Neteyam groaned, ignoring your muffled pleas and the desperate sounds of your gagging around his throbbing cock. "Breathe through your nose, pretty girl," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "Yea, just like that baby” the way your soft lips feel wrapped around him drove him mad. He tried to give you a moment to adjust, to let the intense sensation of being so utterly filled by him sink in. But the tight clutch of your throat around his aching shaft was too much to withstand. Before he realized it, his hips began to thrust shallowly, seeking more of that exquisite pleasure.

"I'm sorry baby, just - fuck, just give me a minute," Neteyam growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. But his self-control shattered as rapidly as a dam bursting under intense pressure. His thrusts became more urgent, more insistent, until with a final, sharp snap of his hips, he hilting inside you fully. A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest as he came, his hot seed erupting into your mouth and coating your tongue. "Swallow it all, baby. Every last drop," he commanded breathlessly, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You did as you were told, your throat working around the thick, pulsing length of him as you gulped down his release, making certain not a single drop went to waste. As you pulled back, your mouth empty and your throat sore, you opened your mouth to show him your obedience. Your vision was hazy with unshed tears, but your eyes found his, shimmering up at him with a mix of adoration and exhaustion.

"Good girl," Neteyam praised, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "That's my pretty girl, my gorgeous baby." He tugged you into his arms, your body molding to the hard planes of his chest as you nestled against him. "You took your punishment so well, didn't you Yawne? Such a good, obedient mate." His chest rumbled with a contented chuckle, and you couldn't help but hum softly in response, already feeling the pull of exhaustion.

Your eyelids grew heavy, the beat of his heart being the last thing you heard before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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steve harrington headcannons ☆

tw: lowercase intended, dork steve, kissing, litterly sm fluff its tooth rotting, little bit of jealousy, suggestive/mentions of smut but not explicit, partying, this is so terrible guys im so sorry im just trying to get smth out rn!! ive been so busy with work and school i just haven’t had time to write more fics will come as soon as i can promise!!

♡ bf!steve who’s eyes immediately caught yours since the first day of school, sending a wink your way before tripping on his own feet and humiliating himself

♡ bf!steve who tried to impress you 24/7, getting louder and cockier whenever you came near and cursing himself when you rolled your eyes and walked the other way

♡ bf!steve who didn’t know how to act around you at first, only knowing how to do his king steve persona, surprised when during a vulnerable moment in chemistry, after absolutely bombing his final which would jeopardize his graduation, you came up to him with a shy smile on your face asking if he needed tutoring after class

♡ bf!steve who has never agreed faster, struggling to hide the smile spreading across his face, waiting until you got far away enough from him to allow himself to freak out, jumping into the air in victory

♡ bf!steve who makes sure his hair is absolutely perfect for your date it was not a date, spraying extra farrah fawcett spray, and an ungodly amount of perfume

♡ bf!steve who flirts with you as you try to go over the lesson, immidiatly regretting it when you roll your eyes and tell him to get out if he’s gonna be that way

♡ bf!steve who finally starts getting better grades, (all thanks to you) <3 running excitedly and pulling you into a hug, showing you the B+ on his paper with a bright smile

♡ bf!steve who is elated when you finally let him take you on a date bringing you the biggest bouquet of flowers he can find

♡ bf!steve who notices the way the waiter stares at you, he furrows his eyebrows and places his grand on top of yours, anunciating a sharp ‘babe’ at you and carries a smug look as the waiter eyes waiver staring between you and him before removing himself promptly

♡ bf!steve harrington who is a picky eater only ordering chicken nuggets and fries for himself while urging to to order whatever you want (he’s been picking up extra shifts at scoops ahooy for ur date)

♡ bf!steve who kisses you on your doorstep slowly, caringly, now more then ever you knew the ‘king steve’ he was known for was just a facade and how romantic and caring the real steve was

♡ bf!steve who from that moment is obsessed with kissing you, pulling you into the back room on his break at scoops ahoy, lifting you into the countertop, the cold metal of the counter would bother you if you weren’t distracted by the feeling of steve’s tongue in your mouth, his hands trailing underneath your shirt caressing the soft skin of your chest

♡ bf!steve who wraps his arm around you when you walk together, he’s obsessed with holding you in any way he can, loving the feeling of his had holding yours, it just felt right, unlike with anyone else he’s every been with before

♡ bf!steve who’s favorite time to spend with you is wrapped together in your bed; his head resting on your neck kissing and bitting on it while you play with his hair and tell him about your day

♡ bf!steve who’s hands drift downward slipping between the waistband of your pants and into your panties promptly ending your train of thought and earning a soft gasp from your lips

♡ bf!steve who loves taking you to parties, he loves seeing the way you dance in that sparkly pink dress, aches to kiss your lips loving the way he can taste the strawberry lipgloss you had on

♡ bf!steve who knew you’d be the one for him since the first moment he saw you, that one way or another you’d be his, even if it required him doing countless chemistry problems just to gain a date with you

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⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆 𝑷.2

p.1 of yawne ♡

pairing: agedup!dark!neteyam x innocent!human!reader

synopsis: as you adjust your your new life there’s just one thing you need, closure from your father; with the help of lo’ak (and against neteyams command) you go to the outpost, when neteyam finds out he believes you need a little punishment for worrying him so much <3

tw: manipulation, a/b/o dynamic, soft!dom sorta?? he’s a bit darker in this, dubious consent, heavy jealousy, bitting, male oral, kidnapping, lots of talk of mating and mates, lo’ak lowkey using you, throat fucking, mentions of experimentations on the reader, neteyam killing ppl, yandere neteyam is a warning himself, reader lowkey having stockholm syndrome with teyam

wc: 4.2k

a/n: part 2 is here my lovebugs!!! hope you enjoy it, i absolutely love this universe so i’ll probably be making more neteyam media lollll

Adjusting to life on Pandora was less than conventional. Everything around you seemed to lead to your death, and with Neteyam’s marui set high in the towering rainforest trees, it felt like you couldn’t do anything without his help. You began to rely on him for everything—food, water, survival. After a couple of months of falling in love with Pandora, you didn’t mind so much. Neteyam had shown you all you had been missing out on: the fun and adventure you could have had instead of being cooped up in that lab.

Neteyam said that all the Sky People were evil, that they had ill intentions and only wanted to hurt you. You were his little doll, made specifically for him, and he wouldn’t let them corrupt you. Neteyam was so wise and strong that you couldn’t help but trust him. He had been kind to you since the day he first saw you in the forest, and following his word like law became second nature.

Well, there was one thing.

Since you first mated with ‘Teyam before Eywa, you had wanted to go back to the lab just once—to see your father again, to say goodbye, and to assure him that you were okay and happy. Neteyam was strictly against this, not wanting you out of his sight for even a second. You cared for Teyam and tried to follow his rules the best you could, but you simply couldn’t let this go. It was your father—the place you grew up in. Even if it wasn’t the best upbringing, you deserved a proper goodbye.

That’s how you found yourself talking with Lo’ak, Neteyam’s brother, about your master plan: getting to the outpost without Neteyam’s knowledge.

“So let me get this right,” Lo’ak said. “You want me to help you get to the Sky People without my brother knowing? Do you want me to die?” He crouched beside you, one hand resting on his jaw, clearly having too much fun with your flustered expression.

“Please, I’ll never ask for anything again. I just—please. I need to go back just once, and then never again.”

He let out a chuckle at your desperation. He could understand why his brother was so infatuated with the human girl. “Hmmm… what’s in it for me?”

Your face immediately fell at his question. Lo’ak could see the gears turning in your head as you searched for anything of value you could offer to him.

“I’m kidding, little human,” he said. “Sure, I’ll help you. Why the hell not?” His accent was thick, just like Neteyam’s, not used to speaking the Sky People’s language.

You immediately jumped up at his words, hugging him tightly. Lo’ak stumbled at your sudden show of affection, his thoughts instantly drifting to the moment when his brother would inevitably smell him on his mate. Still, he hugged you back. He was going to die anyway when Neteyam found out—might as well enjoy it in the meantime.

Lo’ak cleared a path for you, pushing leaves out of the way and carrying you on his back whenever you needed to climb a tree. His kindness surprised you; you had assumed your request would fall on deaf ears. You fiddled with your thumbs as you walked, eyes fixed awkwardly on the ground. Neteyam had told you never to trust other Na’vi, to rely only on him. The few other Na’vi you had met since meeting ’Teyam were his family, and even with them he was cautious—especially with the way Lo’ak and Spider looked at you—keeping you on his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

At first, you were elated to see another human, but after exchanging a few words with Spider, you realized he was just another Na’vi trapped in a human body. Spider looked at you with the same eyes everyone else did, like you would break if they looked too hard.

Lo’ak moved another vine out of your way, and in the distance you could see the place you once called home. “Here we are,” he said with a soft smirk on his face. Seeing the way your eyes lit up made the beating he would get for this all worth it.

You turned to Lo’ak, looking up at him for the first time—really looking at him—with no fear in your eyes. “Thank you, Lo’ak. Really, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

He crouched down to your level, and you wrapped your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug—well, for you anyway. The action brought a smile to his face. “No need to thank me. You go ahead, little sis. I’ll stay here and guard the area.”

You pulled away from the hug, your once-light expression turning into furrowed brows as you gave him a sharp nod. Turning around, you marched toward the outpost with determined steps. Lo’ak let out a chuckle at your actions. How was he supposed to take you seriously when you looked like that?

He sat down on the soft moss and waited for your return, knowing that his brother would likely get there before you did.

A soft ring chimed in your ears. After inputting the password you had practiced your whole life, you were inside the outpost. Your hands began to shake, the sterile smell of the lab bringing back unwanted memories—memories of lonely nights, memories of yearning for love while your only family chose to spend hours inside a lab instead of time with you.

Your throat clogged at the painful reminder that you weren’t wanted—not here, not with these people. You had a place, a person you called home, and you had left… for what? Suddenly, you couldn’t remember why you were there at all. Dizziness crept in, your surroundings beginning to spin, until a voice pulled you from your trance.

“Sweetheart? Is that you?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice you would never forget—your father. He hurried toward you, reaching you in seconds and crushing you in a hug. Your mind struggled to process what was happening. The smell of the lab still clogged your nose, not allowing you to think. You needed to leave. You needed to find your mate.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you understand how worried I’ve been?”

Your father pulled away as he noticed your delayed reaction. He saw it in your eyes—you weren’t the same girl he had raised. Something about you was different. His gaze drifted to your nape, locking onto your mark.

His expression hardened the moment he saw it.

Your father’s hands fell from your shoulders, his grip loosening as if you’d burned him. He looked at you with disgust. “Who did this to you? Who have you been with? Answer me—now.”

A knot twisted in your stomach. “Father, please,” you whispered, taking a step back. “I just came to talk. I know I shouldn’t have left, but… I am happy now. I just came to say goodbye.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him with glazed eyes. The look on his face broke your heart—like he was staring at a stranger, like he was looking at a failed experiment.

Before you could continue, he was already moving, slamming his hand onto an emergency button. Alarms blared throughout the outpost as the lights turned red. Walls rose around you, sealing you in. The doors behind you slid shut, the soft hiss of metal locking into place echoing through the hall. Panic surged through your chest as you realized you were trapped.

Your father stared at you through the one-way mirror, his posture tense, as if barely holding himself back. “I don’t know what they’ve done to you,” he said coldly, his voice stripped of emotion, “but you aren’t my daughter anymore. Don’t worry, y/n—I’ll get you back. Those monsters have blinded you. You’ll never leave this place again.”

Before you could react, he turned and walked away.

“Dad, please—stop! This isn’t right!” you cried, your voice swallowed by the soundproofed walls. “Dad!”

You rushed forward, pounding against the barrier. “Let me out!” But it was too late—he was gone.

Your thoughts spiraled. You knew what happened to his subjects. Once confined, they were experimented on, their lives reduced to data in the name of science. Fear clawed at your chest as your breathing became rapid and uneven. The air felt thin, your vision blurring as dark spots crept in. Your knees weakened.

A faint hiss filled the room as gas seeped in, your lungs burning as panic overtook you. Your last thought was of Neteyam—of the happiness you had known in his marui. You silently begged him to find you. If only you could see him once more.

Your eyes closed, your body collapsing to the floor as the nitrous oxide finally pulled you into darkness.

Neteyam had been assigned to lead a hunt that day. After hours of hard labor and tedious work, all wanted was to return home devour his cute little mate. The thought of her waiting for him—safe, warm, and gentle—had carried him through the long day.

So imagine his surprise when, instead of finding his little human waiting for him, he found an empty marui.

Silence greeted him instead of her soft footsteps running to him, wrapping him into a loving embrace.

Neteyam froze, his chest tightening as his eyes scanned the space. Her belongings were still there. Nothing was disturbed. She hadn’t left like this before. The bond tugged painfully at his chest, uneasy and strained, screaming that something was wrong.

His already fragile temper snapped.

Finding the culprit wasn’t difficult. Neteyam knew his mate couldn’t have gone far on her own—the poor little thing couldn’t even climb a tree without getting hurt. And there was only one person foolish enough to help her leave without telling him.

Moments later, Neteyam stood before Lo’ak, fury blazing in his eyes. He grabbed his brother by the throat, forcing him back against a tree.

“Where is she?” Neteyam demanded, his voice low, trembling with barely restrained rage.

Lo’ak’s eyes widened as he struggled against the grip. “Bro—let me go!” he gasped, clawing at Neteyam’s arm, desperate for air.

With an annoyed scoff, Neteyam released him. Lo’ak dropped to his knees, coughing violently as he sucked in ragged breaths, hands pressing into the soft moss beneath him.

“Answer me,” Neteyam snarled.

His mind spiraled with thoughts of the danger his little human could be in.

“I—I don’t know,” Lo’ak stammered between coughs. “She wasn’t with me.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Neteyam growled, stepping closer. “You’re the only one stupid enough to help her. Tell me now, skxawng, before I rip your eyes out. I don’t care that we’re brothers.”

Lo’ak’s fearful expression slowly shifted. A smirk tugged at his lips. “You know,” he said casually, “I get why you mated her. She’s cute—for a sky person. She hugged me after I agreed to help her. Nearly tackled me to the ground.”

Neteyam’s reaction was immediate.

He slammed Lo’ak back against the tree, pinning him once more, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. His ears flattened against his head, fangs bared threateningly.

“Enough,” Lo’ak said quickly, raising his hands. “Relax, bro. She said she was going to the outpost. Something about wanting to see her father again.”

The words barely left his mouth before Neteyam released him, stepping back as dread settled deep in his chest.

The outpost.

His blood ran cold.

Without another word, Neteyam turned and ran, the bond pulling him forward like a lifeline stretched to its breaking point. Fear replaced anger, each breath heavy with the thought that he might already be too late.

Hold on, yawne, he pleaded silently as he sprinted toward the forest’s edge. I’m coming.

The forest blurred past Neteyam as he ran. His breath burned in his chest, muscles screaming in protest, but he didn’t slow. The bond pulled him relentlessly forward, a dull ache thudding in his chest with every step. You were still alive—he could feel you. Your presence was faint but unmistakable, muffled, like a voice trapped behind thick walls.

By the time the outpost came into view, night had begun to fall.

Neteyam slowed just enough to steady himself, crouching at the edge of the treeline. The structure loomed ahead—sharp edges, cold metal, and harsh artificial lights cutting through the darkness like a wound in the land. The air smelled wrong—metal, chemicals, something cold and lifeless. His jaw tightened. Every second his hatred for the Sky People grew—they had taken his people, his land, and now his mate.

He approached the thick metal door with a roar of fury. With a single, forceful punch, he smashed the small glass panel beside the lock. The glass shattered instantly, splintering across the floor as he shoved his arm through and forced the mechanism from the inside.

The door slid open with a heavy clang.

Instantly, the outpost erupted into chaos.

Harsh white lights flickered overhead, flooding the corridors with blinding brightness. A shrill alarm screamed through the building, echoing off the metal walls. Neteyam hissed sharply, ears flattened against his head as the sound pierced straight through him, far too loud for his sensitive hearing. Pain throbbed behind his eyes, but he ignored it, pressing forward. The bond pulled him onward; all that mattered was her.

The hallways were unfamiliar, cold, and sterile—everything she had hated about the labs came rushing back to him. He remembered how you had told him about the sterile smell, the gray walls that made her feel trapped, how vibrant and alive Pandora was compared to this place.

Scientists rushed toward him, some armed with syringes full of unknown liquids, others wielding guns. Neteyam’s fury burned brighter than ever. Using his bow and arrows, he struck each one with precision, cutting a path through them. Hands grabbed at his arms, trying to stop him, trying to keep him from reaching his mate. In his maddened state, Neteyam ripped the human from his grip and threw them across the hallway, hearing the sickening impact of their bones crushing against the wall, yet his focus never wavered.

The bond tugged harder now, guiding him through turn after turn, deeper into the outpost. With every step, your presence grew stronger, clearer, unmistakably yours. The ache in his chest deepened, both pain and relief mixing as he realized you were alive.

Finally, he reached the end of a corridor.

There stood a reinforced door—thicker than the others, sealed tight, faint red lights glowing along its edges. His breath caught. He didn’t need the bond to tell him anything.

You were behind it.

Neteyam pressed his palm against the cold metal, anger and fear twisting together inside him. A low, furious hiss escaped his lips. He gripped the door and wrenched it open with brute force. The metal groaned in protest before finally giving way.

The door slid aside.

And there you were

Curled on the floor, unmoving. Your chest rose and fell in shallow, fragile breaths. Neteyam’s heart lurched painfully in his chest.

“Yawne…” he breathed, rushing forward.

He dropped to his knees beside her, hands hovering for a moment before gently touching your shoulder, afraid of what he might feel. She was warm. Real. Alive. Relief crashed over him so hard it nearly stole his breath.

He brushed stray hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheek. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I’m here now.”

Neteyam gathered you carefully into his arms, already planning your escape. He scanned the room, knowing every second counted. If he delayed, the Sky People would come.

His eyes locked onto a window. With a powerful shove, he broke it with his fist and dove through, wind rushing past him as he carried her into the forest. Only now, with Pandora surrounding him, could he allow himself to slow.

He looked down at you. You were unconscious but alive. Relief washed over him, and he let out a long, shaky sigh. Your arms bore faint puncture marks, he snarled at the sight, pulling you closer into his chest. Something was wrong. You didn’t smell like him.

Your eyes fluttered open, your body curled into your mate's firm chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you tightened your embrace around him. "Hey, pretty," Neteyam murmured, gently brushing your hair from your face and tucking it tenderly behind your ear. His smile was warm, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, a shadow of something darker flickering within them. Memories came rushing back - your daring escape, the decision to recruit his brother knowing it would anger your mate, and being trapped, helpless, as your father subjected you to countless tests, needles piercing your skin, drifting in and out of consciousness. You gazed up at Neteyam, your eyes shimmering with guilt and unshed tears. "Neteyam, I... I'm so sorry," you whispered, your voice strained with emotion.

Neteyam's jaw clenched, not wanting to dwell on the recent past. His hand moved from your face to wrap around your throat, gripping softly, careful not to squeeze too hard and risk hurting you. "What were the rules, Yawne?" he asked, his voice low and laced with barely restrained anger. Your lip began to tremble as you realized the gravity of your transgression. Neteyam had shown you nothing but love and kindness, and you had repaid him by lying and putting yourself in danger. His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Hmmm, that's right, Sevin," Neteyam growled, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "Now, why would you go against my direct orders and follow my idiot brother?" Tears began to cloud your vision as the weight of your actions sank in. Neteyam pulled you closer, cradling your trembling form against his chest as you let the tears flow freely. He shushed you softly, one hand caressing your head in a futile attempt to soothe your sobs. "That's it, my little mate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Come now, don't cry. If you were my good girl, you would have never disobeyed me like that, would you?" He tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. Your plump, quivering lower lip and reddened, tear-stained nose only served to fuel his anger, even as his heart raced at the sight of your loveliness. "It's okay, my pretty girl," he purred, despite the fury simmering beneath the surface. "You'll learn to listen to your mate, won't you? You need to be punished for your disobedience, don't you Yawne?" His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, making your wide eyes dart nervously. Fear gripped your heart as you wondered what punishment awaited you - would he destroy the bond you shared? Cast you out, leaving you alone? Or worse, send you back to the very people who had hurt and betrayed you? Your body shuddered at the terrifying possibilities, but you took a deep, shaky breath and nodded, bracing yourself for whatever consequences your actions had brought.

"Words, baby," you whimpered, your lip trembling before you spoke. "I... I need to be punished, sir." He let out a dark, menacing chuckle at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, he pulled you into a kiss that was unlike any you had shared before–it was hard, passionate, and demanded your complete surrender. You stared up at him with worried, wide eyes, but the gentle, loving Neteyam you knew and adored had vanished, replaced by a primal, possessive force that terrified you.

"Why do you smell like lo'ak, mate?" he growled, his voice rough with a lust that made your heart race. "I never want to smell another man on you again." He leaned in, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck where he would always linger, breathing in your calming scent after a long day. But this time, his kisses were harder, more insistent. Your thoughts scattered as sharp pain lanced through you, Neteyam's fangs sinking into your mark, claiming you once more. The pain quickly gave way to pleasure, a soft moan escaping your lips as your body responded to his possessive gesture.

Neteyam raised his head, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger. Without warning, he guided you until you were straddling his hips, the heat of his arousal evident even through the fabric of his loincloth "You're mine, Yawne," he declared, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. "No one else can ever touch you, no one else can ever have you." His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving the promise of bruises. "Tell me you understand, mate. Tell me you're mine, only mine." His hips bucked up against yours, demanding your submission, your devotion, your complete and utter surrender. The air between you crackled with a dark, dangerous energy as he awaited your response, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart pound and your core throb with need.

Take my loincloth off, Sevin. Your breath caught in your throat as you hurried to obey, fingers fumbling with the tie. With a shaky exhale, you removed the garment, baring Neteyam's impressive, throbbing erection to your gaze. The sheer size of him made your heart race and your core clench with a heady mix of desire.

Neteyam's voice was rough with lust as he growled, "What are you waiting for, Yawne? Suck it." His face remained stern, eyes dark with a primal hunger that both thrilled and frightened you. Obediently, you wrapped your small hands around his thick, hard shaft, stroking it with a tentative touch. You glanced up to see Neteyam's reaction, watching as he threw his head back, a four-fingered hand coming up to cover his mouth as he stifled low, guttural groans.

Just as you began to lap at the swollen tip, teasing the slit with the flat of your tongue, you took the head into your mouth, suckling gently. You started to bob your head, taking him inch by inch, but as always, his immense size proved too much. Before you could even come close to fitting him fully, your throat began to constrict, gagging around his thick girth. Neteyam stared down at you, his expression softening for a moment as he took in the erotic sight of your lips stretched around his cock. "That's it, Yawne," he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "That's where you belong– with me, not his Skxawng of a brother or the sky people. You're mine, only mine." His grip on your hair tightened, fingers curling into the strands as he struggled to maintain his control. Today, however, his restraint snapped. A low, feral growl tore from his throat as he grabbed your head in both hands, fingers sinking into your scalp. With a sudden, sharp tug, he pushed your head down, forcing your throat to take every thick, pulsing inch of his cock. You choked around him, tears springing to your eyes as he held you in place, his hips rocking slightly to grind against your face. The air filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your gagging and his increasingly desperate, pleasure-filled groans.

Neteyam groaned, ignoring your muffled pleas and the desperate sounds of your gagging around his throbbing cock. "Breathe through your nose, pretty girl," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "Yea, just like that baby” the way your soft lips feel wrapped around him drove him mad. He tried to give you a moment to adjust, to let the intense sensation of being so utterly filled by him sink in. But the tight clutch of your throat around his aching shaft was too much to withstand. Before he realized it, his hips began to thrust shallowly, seeking more of that exquisite pleasure.

"I'm sorry baby, just - fuck, just give me a minute," Neteyam growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. But his self-control shattered as rapidly as a dam bursting under intense pressure. His thrusts became more urgent, more insistent, until with a final, sharp snap of his hips, he hilting inside you fully. A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest as he came, his hot seed erupting into your mouth and coating your tongue. "Swallow it all, baby. Every last drop," he commanded breathlessly, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You did as you were told, your throat working around the thick, pulsing length of him as you gulped down his release, making certain not a single drop went to waste. As you pulled back, your mouth empty and your throat sore, you opened your mouth to show him your obedience. Your vision was hazy with unshed tears, but your eyes found his, shimmering up at him with a mix of adoration and exhaustion.

"Good girl," Neteyam praised, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "That's my pretty girl, my gorgeous baby." He tugged you into his arms, your body molding to the hard planes of his chest as you nestled against him. "You took your punishment so well, didn't you Yawne? Such a good, obedient mate." His chest rumbled with a contented chuckle, and you couldn't help but hum softly in response, already feeling the pull of exhaustion.

Your eyelids grew heavy, the beat of his heart being the last thing you heard before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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dark!neteyam headcannons <3

tw: flufffff, bad grammar prob loll this is barely proof read, lower case intended, allusions to a/b/o dynamics but not outright stated, marking, possessive/manipulative neteyam, and somee allusions to smut but nothing explicit!!

a/n: thought this was common sense but neteyam is aged up!!! in this hc, my yawne fic, and any future works neteyam is around 25 yrs old and the reader is 22-23. i by no means encourage nsfw content of minor characters and i apologize for not stating previously that neteyam was aged up. okayyy aside from that please enjoy these while i work on p.2 to yawne luna outtt <3

♡ dark!neteyam who picks your pretty outfits everyday, taking careful examination to each and every detail, making sure to match the stones and beads to the ones he’s wearing

♡ dark!neteyam who is so so proud to call you his mate and will flaunt you around to any skxawng who stares at you for too long

♡ dark!neteyam who will perch you up in his lap during festivities, enjoying how shy you and bury your head on the crook of his neck to hide your reddened face

♡ dark!neteyam who bring you back an assortment of fruits and meats after hunts, being cooped up in a lab your whole life eating canned food you had been baffled by the delicacies of na’vi cuisine, so neteyam is always more than happy to bring you something you cherish

♡ dark!neteyam who will softly lap at your mating mark as you sleep, needing to reassure himself of your shared bond, that you were truly there

♡ dark!neteyam who loves it when you braid and bead his hair, drowning you in kisses as you try to bead his hair

♡ dark!neteyam who loves to watch you sleep, staying hours awake just watching the soft rise and fall of your chest, since you’re a human he’s always terrified one wrong touch could hurt you, so he carefully carcasses your cheek and purrs softly as you sleep

♡ dark!neteyam who takes you swimming on a nearby lake, showing off his skilled swimming abilities, stating how lucky you are to have such a knowledgeable mate

♡ dark!neteyam who loves physical touch needing to be touching you at all times, he enjoys having you sitting across his thigh as he keeps himself busy with the duties of the future olo'eyktan

♡ dark!neteyam who loves you playing with his hair, especially when he’s come to your shared home, exhausted from a perticarly difficult hunt, neteyam loves to lay his head on your lap as you play with his braids

♡ dark!neteyam who leaves hickeys all over your body, relishing the reds and purples tones your skin turns, smirking when other male na’vis stare at his handy work

♡ dark!neteyam who is incredibly possessive over you, claiming his mate over and over to be absolutely certain that your scent is covered with him

♡ dark!neteyam who assured you that you don’t want to go back to your outpost, why would you want to go back to the place that kept you captured (away from him) your whole life? when you have pandora, when you have him to take care of you and loving you like your father and the other mindless scientists never did

♡ dark!neteyam who is absolutely sure you cannot take care of yourself, you’re so small compared to him, just climbing a tree would probably harm your little body, that’s why you need him, only him to do those things for you!!

♡ dark!neteyam who can’t imagine what his life before you was, how monotone and mundane, just the sight of you makes his hardened heart quake, neteyam can’t fathom the thought of ever letting go of you, he will never see a day without you again, he knows that for certain

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I NEED MORE NETEYAM PLS UR WRITING IS AMAZINGGG

LMAOAOAO OKAY!!! glad you guys liked yawne sm and dw more neteyam fics will be coming ur way!!! <33

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part 2 of yawne ♡

pairing: dark!neteyam x innocent human reader

synopsis: neteyam decides to take a sweet girl he found wandering around pandoras forest for himself <3

tw: reader can breathe pandoras air, a/b/o dynamics, toxic neteyam, power imbalance, cnc, somnophelia barely, fingering, bitting, talks of mating, manipulation, DEAD DOVE, you are responsible for the media you consume

wc: 1.9k

a/n: hiyaaa i’m back!! i saw avatar 3 the other day and couldn’t stop thinking of how much i missed teyam so i had to write something myself!! let’s bring back avatar fics please they were the best TvT requests are open so you’re free to request!! this will probably also have multiple parts if you guys want.. i’d love to write a sequel ^_^

After that fateful night, Neteyam found you wandering through the forest all by yourself—your stomach growling, your body covered in bruises and scratches from the dangerous flora and fauna surrounding you. Neteyam assured himself that you simply could not take care of yourself, such a tiny human, so fragile and weak compared to his own strength. He told himself he was being kind by allowing you to trail behind him, hurriedly clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you alive—which he was. Without him, he was certain you wouldn’t last a single day in the forest.

From the very first moment he saw you, he could sense that you were different. Unlike the other aliens your scent did not repulse him; instead, it was pleasant—unbearably so—like that of an omega. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you, that Eywa had crossed your paths so you could become the future olo’eyktan’s bride. He imagined you as the pretty thing seated on his lap, clinging to him as he gave orders to his people. As the son of Toruk Makto, he carried great responsibility, so it was only right that he have one thing—one thing he could selfishly claim as his own.

Now you stood trembling like a leaf as two Na’vi women dressed you accordingly. The scraps you had worn annoyed him immensely, hiding your figure when you should instead be adorned in beautiful beads and stones of his choosing. You looked at Neteyam with wide eyes; he was the only one you knew in this frightening place. Having lived your entire life in the RDA compound with your father, a scientist, you had always yearned for more—beyond the gray, sterile walls. Living such a monotonous life with no end in sight, you had decided to escape. Just once, you told yourself. You would sneak out, explore your surroundings, see the beauty of the outside world—just for a moment. Then you would return behind the gates and forget it ever happened.

What was meant to be a brief outing turned into hours as you immediately became lost in the vast jungle of Pandora. Every turn you took felt wrong, danger lurking at every step. Your skin was scratched by sharp thorns, your head dizzy with hunger, and your legs aching from hours of walking. Eventually, you sat beneath a tree to rest for a few minutes before resuming your search for the outpost.

The sound of rustling leaves woke you. Seeing a human so deep in the forest while on a hunt was unexpected for Neteyam. Since childhood, his mother had warned him of the danger of humans—how they had destroyed their planet, how they were monsters. He raised his bow, ready to shoot, until your scent reached him. It drove him nearly mad. No Na’vi woman had ever smelled like this before. Was it possible? Could you be an omega? It went against everything he had ever known—humans couldn’t be omegas. Yet the scent only drew him closer. Before he realized it, he was lowering his bow and walking toward you.

Your eyes snapped open, freezing in fear at the sight of the blue creature approaching. You had never seen a Na’vi in person, only heard of them through your father and his colleagues. You knew this was their planet, that this was not your home, but the sight was still shocking. Despite the differences in his appearance, you could tell he was beautiful—strong, lean, adorned with beaded braids and blue skin. You were mesmerized by the figure before you.

“Don’t run away, yawne,” he said in a thick accent. Neteyam hadn’t spoken English since childhood—the forgotten language of his father’s people. Your scent grew stronger as he approached, the alpha within him aching to bury his face in your neck and scent you. Resisting the urge was nearly impossible.

“Hey, yawne, come here, sweetheart.”

For reasons you couldn’t explain, you felt compelled to listen. Your body told you that you would be safe with him. Against your better judgment, you stepped toward him, freezing once more when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and inhaling deeply. The scent drove him mad. He was absolutely certain—you were his mate, chosen by Eywa to be his beloved. He couldn’t believe that such a tiny human was meant to be his. You were undeniably beautiful, with wide doe eyes staring up at him.

He needed you to be his.

Every detail was etched into his memory—the way your wide eyes stared up at him, the way your chest rose rapidly, the plump pout of your lips as you looked at him.

“What are you doing here, little human?” His voice was husky, full of restraint as he forced himself to stay still instead of acting on instinct there on the forest floor.

“I… I got lost. I can’t find my way back home.” You stared at him with those damn doe eyes, and for a moment, he almost felt bad for you.

Your words brought a smile to his face. By Eywa, you were adorable if you truly believed he would ever let you go back to those people—no, those monsters.

“Hm… it’s getting late, sevin. Why don’t you come back to my village, and in the morning I’ll take you back to your home myself.”

You immediately nodded at his words. One more second in these woods would drive you insane. Your father would surely kill you for sneaking out of the outposts, but you’d rather be grounded for a month than eaten by one of the animals in this forest.

Neteyam smiled softly, as if he could hear your thoughts—the gears turning in your head.

“My name is Neteyam, yawne. Come here, pretty. Climb onto my back—we’re never going to make it to camp if we walk.”

You felt absolutely ridiculous in your new attire, your warm sweater and pants replaced by a loincloth and simple beads that barely covered your breasts. Neteyam had insisted that, even if it was only for one night, you absolutely had to wear his culture’s traditional clothing. Though doubtful, you hesitantly agreed. It was just for one night, and you were going to be sleeping the entire time anyway, so what was the harm?

Neteyam couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked utterly ethereal, like one of his own kind, as if you were meant to be there with him. He could already envision your future—riding his ikran together, swimming in the river. He had waited so long for his mate. He had convinced you to sleep in his tent, wanting to be sure he could protect you from any creatures or Na’vi who might wish to harm you. You believed him immediately, praising him for his brilliant idea as you tugged at the edges of his loincloth, urging him to take you to his tent and away from the unfamiliar world you faced.

You were certain you could trust Teyam. He had saved you—you probably wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for him. So what if he said he wanted to hold you while he slept, his face buried in the crook of your neck? Sleeping close to another was likely part of his culture. He wouldn’t have any other intentions… right?

After making sure you had fallen asleep, Neteyam softly began lapping his tongue at your neck. Dear Eywa, your skin was so soft, so supple—one wrong move and he could break you. Grasping your hand within his own, he groaned at their difference in their size. Could you even take all of him? You had to, for you were his mate, destined to bond with him. His hands began to roam your stomach, he wouldn't go far today, he told himself. Just a little more... His hands went higher, slipping beneath the beads covering your chest to graze your nipples, earning a startled gasp from your slumbering form.

Even in your light sleep, your body responded to his touches. He could feel his desire growing, his clothed cock hardening and rubbing against your back as his tongue lavished the spot where he would soon mark you as his own. His hands found your breasts, grasping and kneading the soft flesh as you began to stir from your light sleep at the feeling of Neteyam's caresses. "’Teyam? What... what are you doing?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

Your eyes were blurry with sleep and your mind was foggy, not understanding the situation you were in. "Shhh, stay still Yawne," Neteyam breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Let me take care of you, okay? Don't worry, Sevin, I'll handle everything." His mind was clearly consumed by lust, rational thought clouded by his desire. One of his roaming hands left your chest to slip beneath your loincloth, palming your supple mound.

"Wait - ah... wait, Neteyam," you whimpered, but your protests fell on deaf ears. His fingers found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a torturously slow rhythm. Soft, breathy moans escaped your lips as he stoked the fires of your own desire. "Shhh, it's okay, little human," he soothed, "I've got you. You won't ever need to be with the sky people again." Lost in a haze of sensation, your mind couldn't grasp the ominous implications in his words.

Neteyam's finger pushed forward, breaching your tight opening. He would need to train your tiny hole to accept him, he thought, if you could barely take a single digit. How was he supposed to fit inside you? Your body writhed with pleasure, back arching as he curled his finger. Your body squirmed and shuddered with ecstasy as Neteyam's finger curled inside you, stroking that sweet spot within you. "That's it, Yawne," he praised, his voice a low, approving growl. "You're doing so well, baby. You can another finger for me, okay?" He didn't wait for a response before adding a second digit, stretching you even further.

The initial pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly melting into pleasure as your body adjusted to the intrusion. It was as if your walls were made to be filled by him, molding to the shape of his fingers as if they belonged there. Neteyam could feel your body's eager response, your inner muscles clenching and fluttering around him, drawing him deeper. He knew you were close, your breath coming in ragged gasps and soft, keening cries. "Come on, baby," he urged, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. “Let go for me sevin, i’m right here.,”

Your body responded to Neteyam's command as if possessed, obeying his will. A shattering climax overtook you, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as waves of pure, bliss crashed over you. Your inner walls clamping down around his fingers. Neteyam took that moment to sink his teeth into your neck with a low, possessive growl. He marked you claiming you as his own. Your mind was too far gone in pleasure to question or protes. As you slowly drifted down from the heights of your orgasm, in the fogginess of your mind one thing stood clear. Neteyam wasn't taking you home in the morning.

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misa amane x kaname kuran ☆

not my usual content but i made this ship and can’t stop thinking about it so i haddd to edit it!!! i just love kanames design but hate his story sooooo might as well ship him with my favorite girlie <333

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Trick or Treat ♡

tw: none!, very fluffy and domestic!, short blurb :p

You had been begging and begging and begging clark to be superman for Halloween, that either way no one would recognize him with his glasses on!! and after months he finally gave in ♡

walking hand in hand a couple steps behind your niece (which you had graciously accepted to chaperone while she trick or treated) you noticed clark’s previously nervous gaze beginning to calm when he noticed no one could tell he wasn’t exactly in costume

“see i told you dummy no one would notice” he gave you a glance and gulped as he pushed the glasses higher up on his nose “if i was gonna dress up, i might as well have done the whole deal, should’ve put on the suit not this hundred percent polyester cape situation i got on right now” he said with a smirk in your direction his eyes shining. “well it’s too late for take backs superman” you flashed him the same grin

“you’re a cruel girl you know? making me work on Halloween? spookiest thing ive seen all day” clark’s face kept inching towards yours, you ached to pull him closer and give him a kiss, but the sound of your nieces voice pulled you out your trance

“trick or treat!” Lillian chimed as she rung the doorbell of the next house on her list, she had spent hours making a map of the houses that give out the most candy meticulously tracking for efficiency and the highest quantity she could achieve.

The old lady who opened the door complemented her witch costume and handed her a handful of big candy bars. You sighed as you looked back at clark “stop lying you know you love lily you would’ve come no matter what” he softly chuckled besides you “you got that right”

your hands interlinked again and you kept walking through the neighborhood together, your nieces voices chiming from door to door.

a/n: vary short i know! but i just wanted to make smth fluffy and cute <3

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clark gives innocent!reader a kitty <3

requested by anon!!

a/n: soooo sorry this took so long i’ve been exhausted this week :,(

Clark had noticed the sadness in you lately. Your smile never quite reached your eyes, and your head would slump when you thought he wasn’t looking. He knew your coworkers were teasing you again—you were too sweet, too much of a people pleaser, just like him—and it was taking a toll on you.

You'd been working longer hours, exhaustion heavy in your eyes, your feet aching from running errands they didn’t want to do themselves. It made Clark furious. He was determined to show them they shouldn’t mess with his girl.

But first, he wanted to see that bright smile of yours again.

On one of his runs as Superman, he had spotted a tiny kitten stranded on the side of a busy street, seconds from being hit by traffic. He couldn't bring himself to leave the little thing behind. You’d mentioned wanting a pet for a while, but life had been so hectic it never seemed like the right time. Until now.

The kitten was gentle, purring and leaning into his touch like she already trusted him. After she fell asleep in his arms, Clark wrapped her in a soft blanket—Metropolis nights could be cold, and she’d been through enough. Cradling the bundle close, he flew back across the dark skyline.

You didn’t hear him come in. Half asleep on the couch, you were curled up in one of his shirts. He loved seeing you in his clothes—small, soft, and warm. It made him want to scoop you up and never let you go.

Walking toward you quietly, he said in a gentle voice, “Hey.”

You looked up, offering a tired smile. Your eyes were glassy, and your nose was red from crying.

“I have something for you,” he murmured.

You sat up slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. “Hm? What is it?”

He placed the small, bundled blanket in your lap. You opened it carefully, curious.

The moment the little creature inside began to stir, your breath hitched. As you peeled back the layers, a fluffy white kitten peeked out, mewing softly. Your eyes instantly filled with tears.

“Oh my God, Clark,” you whispered, cradling the kitten to your chest. “She’s beautiful. How did you find her?”

Clark smiled, heart swelling at the sight of your joy. Even through your tears, there it was—that radiant smile he’d missed so much.

“Found her on the street,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Figured she could use a new home.”

You pulled the kitten away gently to look at her, still smiling. “What should I name her?” he asked.

You looked into the kitten’s sleepy blue eyes for a long moment before replying softly, “Mimi.”

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Can you write a fic where Clark surprises innocent!reader with a kitten? 🥹

yes of course! i’m working on it <3

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⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝑪𝙖𝒑𝙩𝒂𝙞𝒏𝙨 𝙋𝒓𝙞𝒛𝙚 𝙋. 2

p.1 of captains prize ♡

synopsis: it’s been a year since steve took you as his wife, he believes you should start expanding your family :o

tw: dark!steve, dead dove, smut!, cnc/dubious consent, manipulative steve, innocent reader, ooc steve , breeding kink, sir kink, p in v, if you don’t like it don’t read it! you are responsible for the media you consume

wc: 1.5k

a/n: second part has arrived! i think i’ll wrap it up here but whooo knows might add some more to this au if i get more ideas ^_^, ps! thank you sooo much for the likes and reblogs idk why but i can’t comment so i haven’t been able to thank you guys properly :,(

Your life had been… different, to say the least. The last thing you expected was to become the wife of Captain America, to live out his white picket fence dream. But there you were, waiting for him with your apron on, waiting at the door for your husband to come home from work, apple pie in the oven timed perfectly so it’d be done by the time you and Steve finished dinner.

To be fair, this was the least you could do. Steve had done so much, not only for you but for America, for the planet. The least you could do was be a good wife for him!

Your marriage to Steve had gone surprisingly smooth. You thought the change would be difficult, but Steve told you that you needn’t worry and that good wives let their husbands do all the thinking for them, and you listened to him.

After he proposed, you got married shortly after, just two weeks later, inviting your closest family and friends to a small ceremony in a nearby chapel. Your family was rather confused that, after telling them Steve was just a friend, you’d suddenly gone up and married him. But they didn’t worry too much. It was Steve! The sweet boy who would carry your books coming home from school, not caring about his sickness. They knew you’d be safe with Steve, so with tearful eyes and joyous smiles, they gladly handed you to him on a silver platter.

After your wedding, Steve took you to your brand new home, a two-story house made out of wood with a brick ceiling and the cutest little chimney. It was difficult not to love it. It was difficult not to love Steve. Every day you felt yourself succumb more to your fate, no longer seeing it as your duty but now the fate you wanted, the fate you chose.

Living with Steve was a little hard to get used to at first. He expected you to follow a very strict routine for him! You had to wake up and get ready, make him breakfast and pack his lunch before he went to work, clean the house, make dinner, and most importantly, wait for him at the doorstep when the clock hit five. Every good wife should wait anxiously for their husband to come home!

Thankfully, you never messed up too badly, and Steve, the oh-so-kindhearted man he is let it go without holding a grudge, telling you that if you took a couple of spanks like a good girl, you could act like it never happened.

Your first time with Steve was also one of the challenges you had to get past. Steve knew you were untouched. He had even been your first kiss that forsaken night! And he wasn’t the softest. Steve took you roughly, bruising your thighs with the grip of his heavy hands. But you couldn’t lie the pleasure was so worth it.

Shaking the dirty thoughts from your mind, you waited for your husband to arrive home, hands crossed and a smile across your face. Good wives should always greet their husbands with a smile, of course! No one wanted to come home to a grimace being the first thing they saw. You learned that your first week living with Steve. No worries it was nothing a couple of spanks couldn’t fix!

A soft gasp left you as the door creaked open. Steve had a small smile on his lips, pleased to see you were following directions so efficiently.

“Welcome home, Steve.”

Steve just hummed in appreciation as he took a couple of strides to get over to you. When Steve reached you, he softly cupped the back of your head with his big palm and pulled you into a soft kiss. You closed your eyes. You had learned to appreciate these small moments with him.

“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart,” you mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss. You could already feel your lips bruising, quickly getting addicted to it this past year with Steve.

You guided Steve to the dining room table, where he sat down and waited for you to set the table and serve his plate. Steve waited until you were done eating to tell the news. In the meantime, he talked about his day at work and a couple of dates he had planned in the near future for both of you.

When you were picking up the dishes and preparing to wash them was when Steve took his chance.

“Y’know sweetheart, I think it’s time we expand our family.”

Your brain short-circuited in that moment.

“Expand? What do you mean by that, Steve?”

Steve grinned as he got up from the table, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his head coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I mean I think we should have a baby.”

You gulped. You knew this wasn’t a request it was a demand. On the brighter side, you did love kids, and it’d be another entertainment while Steve was away. You tried to shake the tremors in your voice as you spoke.

“What a wonderful idea, Steve. I’d love that,” you said as you tried to smile.

His grin deepened. He had you exactly where he wanted you. You’d say yes to anything just to get him to love you.

“Then we must get started right away.”

Steve laid you down on your shared bed as he had every night since your wedding day, but this time his stare felt different, as if driven by a goal. His gaze was hungry, like he wanted to devour you.

He took his time undressing you, memorizing every feature of your body, the way your big doe eyes stared up at him. He knew you wanted him, even if you were scared of the future. He had ensured you were addicted to his touch, and he was certain that if he reached into your delicate cotton panties, he would find a damp patch because of him.

Steve unzipped your dress, the one he had bought you. You wore it tonight because you knew it was one of steve’s favorite and you ached to be good for him. He appreciated that throughly, you had been such a good girl for him, a few bumps along the roads but you got there and now he could come home to his beautiful wife and soon, the sound of his child laughing.

He never grew accustomed to the sight of your body: the gentle curves, your delicate skin, the gasps you made when he touched that one spot. Steve's mouth gently sucked on your breast, eager to recall the feel of you on his mouth, how your hands flew to his head to grip his hair, and how your back immediately arched.

However, Steve wasn't in the mood for foreplay, not this time. His hands found your panties, dipping inside softly, and he was infact correct; you were so wet, and he had only just kissed your breast. How had he found such a perfect angel? His fingers rubbed gentle circles around your clit, warming you up for him. His fingers slid inside you, two digits scissoring within as his thumb rubbed your button in a rhythm that drove you mad.

He knew you were close. After the year you had spent together, he knew the signs you’d give him: how your fingers started to curl, how you arched your back, how you began chanting "Stevie" repeatedly. But he didn't want you to come just yet. Steve removed his fingers, leaving you frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows at him as your cloudy mind struggled to understand why he had stopped you from reaching your peak.

He paid you no mind as you unbuttoned and removed his pants. His cock was hard, painfully so. He gave himself a couple of strokes before focusing on you again. "You're going to be a good girl for me, right, sweetheart?" His voice held a note of expectation.

"Yes, sir," you muttered, a blush creeping up your neck at his explicit words. You couldn't seem to get used to this aspect of him.

"You're going to take my cock like a good girl, right, baby?" Another "Yes, sir," served as his cue to proceed.

Steve pushed past your barrier with excruciating slowness. Your body ached for him to be closer, rougher, like he had been on so many nights before. But tonight, Steve was determined to take his time. When he finally bottomed out, a groan escaped his lips. Fuck, you were so sweet, so soft. He felt like he could come just from looking at you.

Steve began to thrust, your legs locking around his waist, holding him tight. He felt so good inside you. You just wanted to be with him forever. Everything Steve said, everything he did, felt like law now. You would do anything for him to love you like this for just another day.

As you reached your peak, so did Steve, holding your legs up to your chest before coming inside you. You gasped at the feeling of his release, the warmth spreading through you. It felt so right, so complete, like this was what you were meant to feel all along. Everything was right in the world when Steve pulled you into his arms and murmured a soft "I love you" before drifting off to sleep. Everything would be just fine.

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imagine: clark takes ur first time giving head <3

tw: smut obvi lol, innocent reader! beware, m!oral, sweet clark as alwaysss, def has punctuation and grammar errors

a/n: this came out sm longer than i expected it was supposed to be a short head cannon lmaoao

♡ it was so innocent at first, you and your new boyfriend of four months had just been watching movies on your couch. You were cuddled up together resting ur head on his chest as you usually do when the movie took a turn….

♡ the romcom you had been watching started becoming more…erotic

♡ you saw the blush on clark’s face and the way he had to take a moment every few minutes to wipe the fog buildup inside his glasses

♡ but quiete honestly you had no clue what was going on. you weren’t stupid you knew what sex was but clark was your first boyfriend and you hadn’t done anything more than kissing with him

♡ you wanted clark to be your first, you trusted him and you wanted him to teach you how to do all the things you always saw in tv

♡ “clark can we do that..?” you uttered sweetly to your boyfriend who had to do a double take to make sure he heard you correctly

♡ “w-what was that angel?” his cheeks were now a even deeper rose shade, surely that’s not what you meant right? he knew you were untouched and the last thing he wanted was to rush you so he tried to stay as far away from the topic until you felt comfortable enough to bring it up

♡ “i want to do the things they do on tv” your brows were now furrowed, you were vary adamant about this. you knew you were ready and you were gonna show to clark that you weren’t some dumb little girl who didn’t know the things adults did.

♡ clark was now wiping some sweat of his forehead as he nearly whispered “like what angel”

♡ “let me suck you” oh you were so sweet, he nearly got a tooth ache hearing those words and couldn’t fight the smirk coming onto his face

♡ “yea? you wanted to suck me baby? are you sure” he barely finished his sentence before you were replying with an enthusiastic “yes!”

♡ and now clark sat on the couch with his head craned back as his sweet little angel licked at his cock softly

♡ “suck the tip sweetheart, frick that’s it baby” clark held your head softly, he had placed a pillow beneath your knees so they wouldn’t get bruised. clark kent would be dammed if he ruined your first experience by getting an injury

♡ but god did he wish he could just push your head all the way down and make you take him.

♡ “am i doing good clark?” you looked up at him with those huge eyes of your, and oh you were doing so so so good for him sucking gently at his tip with absolutely no teeth

♡ “oh yes angel ur being such a good girl baby, you’re a natural, can you take some more in your mouth for me sweetheart?, that’s it baby there you go” he covered his mouth as he let out a groan, flip he knew he wouldn’t last much like this

♡ you didn’t expect this to be so…erotic for you, the sight of seeing clark so flustered made you tingle in between your legs. you loved seeing him with his palm hiding his mouth as he tried to suppress moans, the glasses he wore now fully fogged up and his hair a mess of curls. you would have done this sooner if you knew your boyfriend would look like this

♡ clark was…. big to say the least. he had to be at least eight inches and vary thick your hand couldn’t even fully wrap around it! it was vainy and a pink tip

♡ you had been experimenting with it running your hands up and down the shaft, peppering kisses along his dick, licking certain spots, but what he seemed to like most was when you tried to take him all the way down your throat

♡ it was hard at first and you gagged a couple times but after getting the rhythm of it you saw the sight and it was oh so worth it, his glasses were now thrown to the side and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned letting you see that muscular chest of his

♡ “sweetheart i don’t think im gonna last much longer” that only encouraged you more, you kept swirling your tongue around his cock and bobbing your head up and down “baby i’m not kidding get off now if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth”

♡ you sped up and in seconds he was spilling down your throat, oddly you loved the flavor it was clean and salty, you loved knowing you were tasting him.

♡ you slipped his cock from inside your mouth and swallowed, taking what spilled from the corners of your mouth and shoveling it back in and swallowing again

♡ clark’s eyes were just staring amazed, that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. he snapped out of his daze when he saw how disheveled you looked, your mascara was runny, your hair was a mess from him gripping it, and your lips were swollen. he quickly tucked himself before grabbing you and placing you on his lap

♡ “are you okay angel? did i hurt you?” he was so conserned he was searching your knees for bruises when you stopped him “i’m okay clark, i’m great actually that was really fun, but im tired let’s go to bed kay?”

♡ he didn’t twink twice before listening to you, carrying bridal style to the bathroom were he drew a warm bath for you, then carrying you again to bed to cuddle and watch your favorite film <3

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⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝑪𝙖𝒑𝙩𝒂𝙞𝒏𝙨 𝙋𝒓𝙞𝒛𝙚

p.2 of captains prize ♡

synopsis: steve comes back from war changed and believes he should be selfish for once <3

tw: dark!steve, dead dove do not eat, minors dni!, ooc steve, manipulative steve?, sorta innocent reader if you squint, you are responsible for the media you consume

wc: 1.3k

a/n: this was so fun to write! no smut in this part buttt i might do a sequel with the smut :p

Steve Rogers was a noble man—a sweet man—the kind of person you wouldn’t think twice about leaving your drink around.

The last time you saw Steve, he was barely 5'1" and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. Needless to say, you weren’t exactly intimidated by him.

You and Steve grew up together in your small Brooklyn neighborhood. He always spoke passionately about wanting to help people and serve his country. You never really took him seriously, mumbling a soft, “Sure you will, Steve,” as you ruffled his hair.

To you, Steve was like a little brother—even though he was technically a year older. So when you saw the news that your sweet, scrawny Stevie had somehow become the tall, strong Captain America—a war hero—it’s safe to say you were stunned.

When he was declared dead after crashing a plane into the ocean, you were devastated. You cried for weeks. Your Stevie had achieved his dream of serving his country—and given his life for it.

Steve had been waiting for this moment for decades—the chance to finally go back to where he came from and live the life he was meant to. He didn’t regret giving up so many years for the sake of others—that had always been his calling.

But he did regret not making you his.

You were the one who haunted his thoughts: when he took the serum, when he fought in the war, when he was sure he was going to die in that plane crash. Even after waking up in a completely different world, you were the first person on his mind.

As soon as he understood where—and when—he was, he searched for you using Stark’s countless devices. And he found you. You had passed just twenty years after him. No husband. No kids. It was almost as if…

you had been waiting for him to come back and save you.

You heard a knock at your door.

It had been exactly a month since the tragedy, and you were still mourning your friend, but each day, it got a little easier. So imagine your surprise when you opened the door… and your best friend was standing on the other side, holding a bouquet of flowers. He looked slightly older than he had in the pictures you owned.

This wasn’t the Steve you remembered. The sickly boy you grew up with was gone. In his place stood a man—tall, strong, and broad. He had to be at least 6’3 or 6’4, and even through his clothes, you could see the muscle in his arms and legs.

To say you were shocked and overwhelmed would be an understatement.

“Hey, doll”

Steve said with a soft smile, looking at you with so much tenderness and love, while you just stared at him, speechless.

“Stevie? Is that you? I thought you—”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish. The bouquet fell to the floor with a soft thud as he pulled you into a hug, lifting you right off your feet. One of his hands cradled the back of your head while he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Missed ya so much, Dolly,” he murmured. “Got not idea what i did to get back, but it’s okay. I’m here now.”

You melted into the hug, not caring how he had returned. All you needed in that moment was to feel your best friend’s arms around you again.

When he finally loosened his grip and let you catch your breath, you took his hand and gently led him to your dining table, pulling out a chair for him to sit.

“Oh, Stevie… you’ve changed so much. I don’t even know what to say.”

He chuckled lowly. “You don’t even know the half of it, baby. But it doesn’t matter now, okay? Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about all that.”

You and Steve talked for hours, catching up on everything you’d missed in each other’s lives. He told you about being trapped in ice for seventy years, then waking up in a completely different world—one where he became a hero again, this time fighting alongside a team called the Avengers. Together, they’d faced threats beyond imagination, including a villain who tried to wipe out half of Earth’s population.

It all sounded insane—like something out of a comic book—but when you looked into Steve’s bright blue eyes, you believed him. His body had changed, stronger and more sculpted, shaped by war and time, but his eyes… they were still the same. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

But as the night wore on, something began to feel... off.

Steve kept watching you, almost like he was studying you. At first, you brushed it off. But every time another guy came up in conversation—just a casual mention—his jaw would tighten, and his hand would grip yours just a little too firmly. You reminded yourself that Stevie had always been protective. It was just in his nature. Right?

Still, the tension in the room grew heavier with each passing hour. The emotional weight of the day was catching up to you, and your body began to ache with exhaustion. Your eyelids drooped despite your effort to stay present.

“Steve,” you said softly, stifling a yawn, “why don’t we keep talking another day, darling? I’m suddenly so tired.”

He smiled—but something about it sent a chill through you. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by something darker, almost unreadable.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, rising to his feet. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

Steve’s hand wrapped around yours as he helped you to your feet. You followed him down the hall—a route you’d walked a thousand times—but with him, with this new version of him, it felt different. Something about the air had changed, colder, heavier. The corridor was dimly lit, shadows dancing at your every step.

When you reached your bedroom, he opened the door for you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you said.

He didn’t answer at first. He hated that nickname—he’d only ever let you call him that.

Steve looked at you, trying to memorize your face all over again, as if he didn’t quite believe you were really standing there after all this time.

“I missed you,” he muttered, his voice so low you wouldn’t have heard him if he weren’t so close. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Your breath caught. The way he said it—it sounded like a promise, like the truest, purest thing he’d ever spoken.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, staring into his eyes, lips slightly parted.

Steve stared back at you, eyes full of hunger, and before you could react, he kissed you. His lips crashed into yours with such force you were sure it would leave a bruise. You tried to pull away, but he held your head in place, firm and unyielding.

He finally pulled back to breathe, and you gasped. You hadn’t even noticed the tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Steve, what are you doing? What was that?”

His eyes raked over you like a man gone mad. Biting his lip, he muttered, “Marry me.”

You weren’t sure you heard him right.

“What?”

“I said marry me. Do you think I spent my life saving other people just to have nothing in return? No. I’m not going to let you go. Marry me.”

You didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t wrong—he had given up so much. And somehow, you felt like you’d be selfish not to give him this one thing.

You felt dizzy, like your thoughts weren’t your own. And in a moment of weakness, you muttered, “Okay.”

And with that, your fate was sealed.

It wouldn’t take long before Steve had the white picket fence life he always wanted… and you, his perfect little wife to complete it.

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husband!bruce head cannons <3

tw: smut! minors dni

♡ husband!bruce who comes home sooo tired from saving the city that he just plops onto the bed and holds you close scared you’ll disappear :,(

♡ husband!bruce who’s nightmares lessen if you sleep together, dreading the days that he gets home so late (early) that you’ve already left the bed

♡ husband!bruce who worries about you constantly sending you a text or a call whenever he’s free to make sure you’re okay

♡ husband!bruce who asks you to do his eye makeup for him leaning in to feel your hand touch his cheek a you carefully apply the eyeshadow <3

♡ husband!bruce who hates going out but he’ll do it for you, telling alfred to put in his calendar to take you to that restaurant you’ve been raving about

♡ husband!bruce who is insanely touch starved always aching to be touching you. He grazes his fingers along ur skin and will hold your hand or hug you randomly when he needs that extra reassurance

♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t talk much…. his actions speak louder than words if he doesn’t reply to something you said don’t get too sad he heard you he just doesn’t see a need for words.

♡ husband!bruce who’s adrenaline is pumping after a late night of crime fighting, and the only way for it to wear down is to fuck you senseless

♡ husband!bruce who climbs through the window breathing heavily as he stares at you, you are laying on your shared bed surrounded by pillows and a book is in ur lap

♡ husband!bruce who rips the book from your grasp and throws it across the room before smashing his lips onto urs

♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t bother to take off his suit, you are the one who hastily takes off his mask in order to kiss him properly

♡ husband!bruce who has you naked in seconds ripping your soft little nightgown claiming that he’ll buy you a thousand more

♡ husband!bruce who’s head slips between ur thighs tongue making soft circles around ur clit as his fingers work in and out of you till you orgasm

♡ husband!bruce who licks you clean before he comes back up to take himself out his pant, stroking himself a couple times before sisnking inside you <3

♡ husband!bruce who is rough bruising your thighs as he holds them around his waist. His thrusts are hard and fast chasing his own release

♡ husband!bruce who doesn’t forget about you, rubbing circles around ur clit making you orgasm again, him coming right behind you

♡ husband!bruce who falls asleep like that on top of you exhausted from his long day (night)

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Cookies ❀

synopsis: anakin comes home after a long time away

tw: might be terminally sweet and a tad sappy <3 aside from that no real warnings

Coming home late at night, Anakin couldn’t think of anything but you—the way you curled into yourself when he slipped into bed beside you, the smile you always gave him, and the way you called him “Ani,” urging him to hold and kiss you. Just the thought made him ache with longing. You, his wife—the one he married in secret. At first, you’d encouraged him to stick to the Jedi Code, but over time, your feelings for him grew too strong to ignore.

Now, the warm scent of cookies filled your shared home, a way for you to cope during his long, silent absences—baking to distract from the ache of missing him. He heard your soft humming from the living room, that melodic sound that made his heart ache. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, making you gasp.

“I missed you,” he murmured, and that was enough—you knew exactly how deeply he meant it. Spinning around, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, needing to confirm he was really there. “Ani, you’re home,” you breathed, reassuring yourself that this wasn’t a dream. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like much longer without him.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered, stroking your hair, wanting to lose himself in your eyes. But the need was too great. He kissed you fiercely, letting a million unspoken words pour between you.

“Ani, wait! The cookies!” You pulled away from his kiss. “They’re gonna burn.”

He smiled at you, resisting the pull to kiss you again. You put on the oven mitts. What came out of the oven was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Animal-shaped cookies—kitties, puppies, even paw prints.

“Want one?” you asked, grinning at him.

He took a moment before responding, “Sweetheart, that’s the last thing I want.”

You ignored him, taking your time to place the tray on the counter, take off your mitts, and turn off the oven.

“Huh—” You didn’t get to finish the sentence before he swept you into his arms.

“I said, cookies are the last thing I want.”

And with that, he began walking toward your bedroom.

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being dark!frat!harrys girl <3

(yes duplicity vibes)

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